"See...there."

Daniel points at the image trapped on the monitor screen.

"The bracelet. It's a lion's head, one of her symbols.  She is known as Ashtarte."

It had been nearly an hour since Jack returned to Cheyenne.  Satellite tracking of the teltak had it heading east.  Without knowing the eventual touchdown point, Hammond had ordered there be no approach by aircraft.

Anticipating the need, Hammond had also ordered the Daedalus on stand by, ready to beam in to the teltak's landing site.

In the mean time, Daniel had discovered on the surveillance video sent by the CIA a clue to who took Kerry.

"This is the surveillance video of Myron Phelpps' apartment building.  It shows her entering the building..." Taking the remote, Daniel forwards the images, cars driving by and people walking their dogs, pass as blurs.  Even the scene of Myron Phelpps and the two agents entering the building are quickly passed. 

Daniel restarts the video as a statuesque woman steps down the stairs of the building.

"Here she is leaving Phelpps' building. Watch."

The silent images rattle as the explosion that destroyed the apartment occurs off screen.  Ashtarte walks calmly down the sidewalk until she disappears behind a car.

"Kerry was in the in the surveillance van.  We think she saw Ashtarte and realized she was Goa'uld."

"Why take her?" General Hammond asked.

"Why not."  Jack replied in a low sullen voice.

Grimacing in Jack's direction, Hammond saved his reprimand of his second in command for later.

"Who is she?" he asked.

"While mainly worshipped as a goddess of fertility, she was also known as a war deity.  She was a fearsome warrior in battle, entirely with out mercy. But she only fought the enemies of her husband."

"Who was?"

"B'aal."

Samantha wondered if this wasn't one quantum mindfuck.

It had been an hour, or so she assumed, since her cellmate was deposited with her.  Their abductors had seen fit to turn on an overhead light, a single dim bulb that annoyingly flickered and dimmed.  Once getting a look at the brunette she wondered what she had done to get herself put here as well.

After giving her name, she said little else, despite Samantha entreaties. Finally giving up on Kerry, Samantha decided to investigate their prison.  Testing the length of her bonds she felt around the floor and walls.  If she could just find a small bit of metal, long and thin, maybe she could do something about the handcuffs.

Coming short again due to the chains she yanked at them to drag the cot along with her.  For this she received a rebuke from Kerry.

"What are you doing?"

"Ah, she speaks."

"Stop wasting your time."

"Not that you seem to care much, but I plan on getting my ass out of here."

"To where?"

"Where, what?!" This Kerry Johnson was starting to piss her off.

"Even if you get out that door, where will you go?  We don't even know where they brought us.  We were out for hours, you probably longer."

"Anything is better than sitting here waiting for whomever or whatever may come back through that door."

"You've got nothing to worry about."

"How the hell do you know?!"

Samantha stopped her inching crawl across the floor.  How did she know?

"You know who they are, don't you."  Samantha asked coolly.

Silence.

"God damnit, you better start talking or I will drag this freakin' thing," waving at the cot, "over there and beat you with it!"

"What do you know?"  Kerry asked in an even tone.

Confused, Samantha remained silent.

"What, do you know?"  Kerry asked again, the words seething from her mouth.

"The Stargate."

"Who do you know?"

Crap. Sam cursed to herself, she hated playing this game.

"General Hammond, Daniel Jackson. And Jack."

"Jack?"  Kerry questioned. She called him Jack.

"Colonel O'Neill, yes.  Now, your turn.  Share."

"They're Goa'uld.  Aliens."

"Nice start.  Keep going."

"I...work with the SGC."

"Okay, Ms Cool Cucumber.  Tell me this, why do you think I have nothing to worry about?"

"Because you Doctor Samantha Carter are going to give them what they need."

Samantha felt a current of rage pass through her. 

"What is that suppose to mean?  I've got nothing.  I was at the SGC for a day, maybe.  You work for them.  I'm sure you have a lot more to offer than me. You-"

Samantha abruptly stopped her tirade.  A chilling realization crept up the back of her neck.  In a whisper she continued.

"You know my name."

"You told me before."

"No.  I told you my name is Samantha.  I never said my last name and I sure as hell didn't tell you I was a doctor."

Grabbing hold of the cot, Samantha lunged her body and the cot at Kerry, coming just short of the woman.  Kerry scampered back from the edge of her cot, pressing her back against the wall.  She raised her hands in defense, but only getting them as high as her chest.

Leaning as far as her chains would allow, Samantha's heated breath blasted into Kerry's face.

"Start. Talking."

Samantha sat with her head in her hands.  For the last 10 minutes, Agent Kerry Johnson told her how she had been investigating the tampering of the Stargate computer systems when she was taken.

"You said I will give them what they want.  What do you mean? How do they know about me?"

"When you left Boston for the SGC, your observer was sent to retrieve your hard data and computers.  Someone had gotten there before him.  He must have come upon them when they were at your apartment.  He was killed."

"My observer.  You mean the person who was watching me for you."

"Yes."

"Who?"

Kerry huffed and turned her head to the side. 

"Karlanski."

"Ned?! He's dead? He was your, your mole!?" With this Samantha stood up trying to get as far from the woman as possible.

"You made Ned spy on me?"

"No."

"No?  You just said-"

"I said he was your observer.  I didn't make him do anything."

An eerie dawning came over Samantha.

"He...he did it for you?  Willingly?"

"Karlanski had certain...habits that required more monetary resources than his professorship offered."

She was going to be sick.  Whether from being zatted, as this Kerry explained, or from being stuck in a filthy, stinking cell, or from the blitz of information she had taken in.

"You still haven't answered me.  What am I going to give these...Gou'ald?"

"The saboteur at the Pentagon had been planting code in SGC software updates for months.  But this guy knew nothing specific about the Gate and its programming.  You on the other hand have had first hand experience with it.  They want you for something."

"I told you I don't have anything.  I wrote an algorithm to stop the Gate's malfunction.  That's it! What-"

Samantha never finish her thought, rather she stopped and turned to the sound of the door opening.

Stepping into the dank room a woman, at least four inches taller than Samantha took in the two prisoners.  Behind her a dark haired man with a goatee stood in the doorway.

Turning to the man, the woman spoke,

"Which one would you prefer first my Lord?" 

Samantha wondered if this wasn't one quantum mindfuck.

It had been an hour, or so she assumed, since her cellmate was deposited with her.  Their abductors had seen fit to turn on an overhead light, a single dim bulb that annoyingly flickered and dimmed.  Once getting a look at the brunette she wondered what she had done to get herself put here as well.

After giving her name, she said little else, despite Samantha entreaties. Finally giving up on Kerry, Samantha decided to investigate their prison.  Testing the length of her bonds she felt around the floor and walls.  If she could just find a small bit of metal, long and thin, maybe she could do something about the handcuffs.

Coming short again due to the chains she yanked at them to drag the cot along with her.  For this she received a rebuke from Kerry.

"What are you doing?"

"Ah, she speaks."

"Stop wasting your time."

"Not that you seem to care much, but I plan on getting my ass out of here."

"To where?"

"Where, what?!" This Kerry Johnson was starting to piss her off.

"Even if you get out that door, where will you go?  We don't even know where they brought us.  We were out for hours, you probably longer."

"Anything is better than sitting here waiting for whomever or whatever may come back through that door."

"You've got nothing to worry about."

"How the hell do you know?!"

Samantha stopped her inching crawl across the floor.  How did she know?

"You know who they are, don't you."  Samantha asked coolly.

Silence.

"God damnit, you better start talking or I will drag this freakin' thing," waving at the cot, "over there and beat you with it!"

"What do you know?"  Kerry asked in an even tone.

Confused, Samantha remained silent.

"What, do you know?"  Kerry asked again, the words seething from her mouth.

"The Stargate."

"Who do you know?"

Crap. Sam cursed to herself, she hated playing this game.

"General Hammond, Daniel Jackson. And Jack."

"Jack?"  Kerry questioned. She called him Jack.

"Colonel O'Neill, yes.  Now, your turn.  Share."

"They're Goa'uld.  Aliens."

"Nice start.  Keep going."

"I...work with the SGC."

"Okay, Ms Cool Cucumber.  Tell me this, why do you think I have nothing to worry about?"

"Because you Doctor Samantha Carter are going to give them what they need."

Samantha felt a current of rage pass through her. 

"What is that suppose to mean?  I've got nothing.  I was at the SGC for a day, maybe.  You work for them.  I'm sure you have a lot more to offer than me. You-"

Samantha abruptly stopped her tirade.  A chilling realization crept up the back of her neck.  In a whisper she continued.

"You know my name."

"You told me before."

"No.  I told you my name is Samantha.  I never said my last name and I sure as hell didn't tell you I was a doctor."

Grabbing hold of the cot, Samantha lunged her body and the cot at Kerry, coming just short of the woman.  Kerry scampered back from the edge of her cot, pressing her back against the wall.  She raised her hands in defense, but only getting them as high as her chest.

Leaning as far as her chains would allow, Samantha's heated breath blasted into Kerry's face.

"Start. Talking."

Samantha sat with her head in her hands.  For the last 10 minutes, Agent Kerry Johnson told her how she had been investigating the tampering of the Stargate computer systems when she was taken.

"You said I will give them what they want.  What do you mean? How do they know about me?"

"When you left Boston for the SGC, your observer was sent to retrieve your hard data and computers.  Someone had gotten there before him.  He must have come upon them when they were at your apartment.  He was killed."

"My observer.  You mean the person who was watching me for you."

"Yes."

"Who?"

Kerry huffed and turned her head to the side. 

"Karlanski."

"Ned?! He's dead? He was your, your mole!?" With this Samantha stood up trying to get as far from the woman as possible.

"You made Ned spy on me?"

"No."

"No?  You just said-"

"I said he was your observer.  I didn't make him do anything."

An eerie dawning came over Samantha.

"He...he did it for you?  Willingly?"

"Karlanski had certain...habits that required more monetary resources than his professorship offered."

She was going to be sick.  Whether from being zatted, as this Kerry explained, or from being stuck in a filthy, stinking cell, or from the blitz of information she had taken in.

"You still haven't answered me.  What am I going to give these...Gou'ald?"

"The saboteur at the Pentagon had been planting code in SGC software updates for months.  But this guy knew nothing specific about the Gate and its programming.  You on the other hand have had first hand experience with it.  They want you for something."

"I told you I don't have anything.  I wrote an algorithm to stop the Gate's malfunction.  That's it! What-"

Samantha never finish her thought, rather she stopped and turned to the sound of the door opening.

Stepping into the dank room a woman, at least four inches taller than Samantha took in the two prisoners.  Behind her a dark haired man with a goatee stood in the doorway.

Turning to the man, the woman spoke,

"Which one would you prefer first my Lord?"