STARGATE SG-1 29 Hall of the Two Truths Read Online Free PDF

that they’d find SG-1 safe and sound in a nearby village. That just wasn’t their kind of luck, lately. Maybe he should have heeded Dr. Fraiser’s advice and given them some leave time. If he had, they wouldn’t be in this fix — whatever it turned out to be.
    Walter had retreated only as far as the conference room and was waiting for him. Sending the UAV was more of an exercise in hope than expectation, Hammond was sure. He was already steeling himself for what came next.
    “Walter, when we’re done with the aerial reconnaissance, I’m going to need to make a call.”
    “Yes, sir. Local or long distance?”
    “Very long distance.” Hammond sighed. “Better start looking up the area code for Revanna.”
     
    Everything ached.
    And by everything, Jack meant, everything .
    Although maybe that was a good sign. At least it suggested he was more or less in one piece. Even if all those pieces hurt like hell.
    Now if only he could figure out where he was. And how he got there. Because by the way his head was pounding, all signs pointed to a first-class hangover.
    Or the after-effects of a high-powered zat.
    “Crap.” Now he remembered. Well, parts, anyway. There’d been that Tok’ra, whatever his name was, and some ruins. And a couple of death gliders shooting at them.
    “Crap,” Jack repeated, rolling onto his back and digging the heels of his hands into his eyes. If his head would clear, then maybe he could think straight. What he wouldn’t give for a couple of aspirin about now.
    Tok’ra and gliders and zats.
    Oh my.
    He dug his hands in deeper. One of Maybourne’s steel drum bands seemed to have taken up permanent residence inside his skull. They were playing their entire repertoire. He pressed even harder. Had he ever mentioned he hated Calypso music?
    Focus, damn it.
    The memory of Carter dropping to her knees in the glow of blue zat-fire came to him. Vividly. That was all it took. The cobwebs cleared. Everything came back.
    Jack’s hand went instinctively to his holster. Empty. Of course it was. No self-respecting bad guy would have left him armed. Still, he double-checked, just to make sure.
    Nope. They got all of it.
    Pushing himself up on his elbows, Jack looked around. Dirt floor. Rock walls. No visible exits, although the light was so dim it was hard to say what he might be missing. What little illumination there was came from a few anemic torches that burned far out of reach above him. Their flickering light danced across four other motionless forms laying nearby.
    Four?
    Oh yeah. The Tok’ra. How could he forget?
    Well, good. At least they were still together. That was one less thing he had to worry about.
    His eyes rested on the body nearest to him.
    “Carter —” He could make out her blonde hair even in the half-light.
    Ignoring the fact that his muscles felt like Jell-O, Jack managed to crawl over to where she lay sprawled on her side. “Carter!” Rolling her onto her back, he reached past her collar to check for a pulse. Beneath his fingers her skin was warm and he could feel her heart beating steady and strong.
    He started to breathe again.
    “C’mon, Carter. Wake up.” He shook her by the shoulder and she stirred slightly. Good, but not good enough. “No sleeping on the job, Major.” He shook her again. Her eyes struggled open and she blinked at him, recognition finally kicking in.
    “Sir?”
    “Trust me, it wasn’t the tequila.” She was still too fuzzy to get his joke. It had been a lame attempt anyway. “How’s your head?”
    “It hurts, sir.” She winced.
    “Yeah, zats’ll do that. I’ve gotta check on the others. You gonna be okay?”
    She nodded, still a bit unsteady. He patted her gently on the shoulder. “Don’t go anywhere. And don’t doze off on me.” She blinked again, wide-eyed, still trying to shake it off.
    Daniel was next. He was easier to rouse, a sign that the effects of the zat were wearing off. By the time he was sitting up, rubbing his eyes,