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Chapter 32: Colonel Jack O'Neill
Damn.
This whole situation has sucked from the beginning...now it's just plain ridiculous. I knew things were going too well. Five lousy minutes...two even...and we'd've been long gone. But nooo, Big H. has got the same screwed up timing as the rest of the Goa'uld.
Teal'c and the others are trying to give us cover, but they're way too exposed there. The DHD is barely big enough for one person to squeeze behind, much less three.
Daniel is doing his best. Like he'd do any less. I can feel his muscles trembling under my arm, but he's giving it all he's got.
This feels too damn familiar.
I hate that feeling.
As we get closer, the others start backing toward the gate.
Good.
I don't want them coming after us again. We just got lucky last time because we hurt the mean old Goa'uld...now he's mean and pissed. Teal'c's blasting away, Skaara's found the zat gun again and Ferretti just used up a clip on his M15. Damn good support, damn good guys. If they can just keep those Jaffa too rattled to shoot straight, we may have a chance here.
Almost there.
I don't even try to look up the hill. The staff blasts tell me all I need to know about how close they're getting. Doesn't seem to be as many blasts as there were a few minutes ago. A few points for the home team.
Less than ten yards now.
I give Teal'c a nod, he understands and pushes Skaara through bodily. Ferretti looks over his shoulder and keeps shooting.
Closer...
I yell at Ferretti to go. He looks like he's about to argue but starts backing toward the gate, firing every step of the way.
We're at the steps.
Ferretti disappears into the wormhole.
Teal'c won't go, I'm not even going to try. He's shooting that staff so fast I can barely count a second between the shots.
First step.
Second.
Thir...damn.
Danny's down...