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On the pel’tak of the leading ship which approached slowly, Master Bra’tac began to chuckle. "How I wish we could see their faces and hear their words of disbelief!"

Pedram smiled. "That would be most entertaining, wouldn’t it?"

When he’d left the place…the bunker…known as the SGC, Pedram Hussain had left behind any semblance of a world he knew. The blue, ice-like crystal walls of the Tok’ra compound were like nothing he’d ever seen in his life. He’d been greeted with surprise, hesitant friendliness, and just a bit of suspicion. Within a matter of hours, after talking to no less than half a dozen Tok’ra agents, it had been decided that he would be joined with a Tok’ra named Vanshu.

Pedram shifted slightly on the throne, the only place where Apophis would be while on the pel’tak. He and Vanshu had studied everything that was known about Apophis. He and his squad of rebels had been able to kill the Apophis of his reality. He’d even been given the honor of calling himself by that name...something that infuriated the Goa’uld, and was a source of much needed entertainment for the rebels...in his reality. What he had learned, and shared with Vanshu, was that the two Goa’uld seemed to be the same.

He glanced around at the faces – each reflected determination. Pedram shook his head mentally. He was still trying to learn the names of the Free Jaffa working with him – those who had willingly joined him…joined them – in the mission to impersonate the dead Goa’uld.

Bra’tac stood beside him, everyone on the pel’tak watching as two ha’tak, and only those two ha’tak, continued to fire on one another.

"You’re certain that all of the rebel Jaffa have been able to escape?" Pedram asked worriedly. The fact that he could understand Goa’uld – the ‘language of the gods’...and even speak it, with ample help from Vanshu – flittered through his mind. It was still a bit unnerving.

"Those who didn’t leave completely managed to get themselves assigned to other ships. It will be easier for them to escape from those ships if necessary," Bra’tac replied. He reached out and patted Pedram’s shoulder. "The Jaffa who remained did so because of their resolve to see the end of Ba’al."

Pedram nodded. "They are indeed rebels. My people-" his voice caught slightly. "Those I fought with would have stood shoulder to shoulder with the rebel Jaffa, and done so proudly."

Bra’tac offered a smile, understanding that the comment had been meant as a compliment. Which was exactly how he took the statement. "As the Free Jaffa would have gladly fought at your side." The smile widened across the old man’s face. "As they are to fight with you now against the Goa’uld."

"I believe they’re rather excited about it," Pedram replied, his smile matching that of his new friend.

"I know they are," Bra’tac chuckled. He turned to the Jaffa who worked their various posts. "Report."

"There is much activity on the comms system of the approaching ships. Messages are being sent back and forth," the Jaffa communications officer, reported.

"Intercept those messages, Lo’teal. I want to know what they’re saying," Bra’tac said.

Lo’teal nodded, and moved his hand over the controls, recording every message that he could find. It would take time to translate the coded information…but not longer than an hour. It wasn’t deciphering the code that would take time, it was the number of messages being sent that would be cumbersome to translate.

"I don’t need word for word," Bra’tac continued, as if reading Lo’teal’s thoughts. "Just the essence of the messages."

Again the Jaffa nodded. The tall man grinned. So far, what he’d been able to see had been panicked messages. Disbelief that Apophis had reappeared. Concern about his swift, unwavering assumption of dominance over them. Accusations passed back and forth of taking planets, or Jaffa, or other holdings that had belonged to the suddenly returned System Lord – fear that he would attack them in anger for having done so. How quickly will those Goa’uld turn against one another, as their fears lead their actions? He wondered.

General Hammond was reading the report that had just arrived and smiled grimly. So far, so good. The ‘little Goa’uld civil war’ that SG-1 and SG-7 had managed to start was going well…for the Tau’ri and their allies.

According to Selmak, who had also received a copy of the report from Master Bra’tac, it was possible that the System Lords would turn on each other in fury and panic. Any who remained would be easy enough for the Tok’ra and Tau’ri fleets to destroy. They had never been so close to eliminating the Goa’uld. So why did he feel as if something was about to go sideways on them? Experience, he grumped to himself.

Nine levels above him, Doctor Daniel Jackson was staring at half a dozen stone tablets. He’d not paid close attention to what he was translating, he’d simply been putting what he read into English. But now…"Oh, shit," he muttered.

Casey, who had been working at the desk in the corner, dutifully translating from nearly a dozen photos, glanced over at her husband. "What?" she asked, only half paying attention.

"I think we have a problem," Daniel sighed.

She gave an unlady-like snort. "We’re at the SGC. When don’t we have problems around here?"

Blue eyes swung toward his Wife. "I need you to pull up The Database."

Her full attention immediately on him, Casey nodded. "We’re looking for…what?"

"All of the names of gods that we have myths about, but haven’t met or even heard mention of out there," was the reply.

Her heart began to pound. "They’re out there, somewhere," she said flatly.

"I think so. Focus on Mesopotamia," Daniel instructed his wife.

"Got it," she acknowledged, logging into the database. "Any particular names?"

"I have a few here. I want to see what we have first," he explained. He looked over at his Wife when he heard her sigh.

"We aren’t going to get rid of all of them, are we?" she asked, her voice soft.

"We will, Angel. Maybe just not as soon as we’d hoped," he replied, his voice equally soft. "For all we know, the Goa’uld listed on these tablets are already dead."

"Hope springs eternal," the seer sighed. "Guess we should tell General Hammond about this."

"Get that list for me, so I can compare it to what I have here. Then we’ll tell the general and the rest of the team."

"Jack is not going to take this news well," Casey predicted.

"Probably not. But then, I’m not taking it well, myself," Daniel admitted.

Casey opened the menu on her computer, pushing away the notepad she’d been using. She couldn’t help but smile. Daniel bought yellow legal pads by the case for the archaeologists to use. He used at least two a week for his own notes. Pushing aside her meandering thoughts, she focused on the Mesopotamian Gods listed in The Database. (Everyone on level eighteen agreed that the scope of the work had been impressive, and the amount of time and detail she and Jonas had put into the database earned it capital letters.) "You only want gods we haven’t met or heard about in some context other than myths, right?"

"Yep," Daniel responded.

"Well, I’m happy to report that I can only come up with five."

His head flew up. "Five? That’s all?"

She smiled. "It helped tremendously when Jacob Carter and Selmak brought me a list of all the Goa’uld the Tok’ra have heard of, defeated, or were working against."

"I don’t remember that," the archaeologist frowned.

"I wasn’t actually here when they brought it," Casey admitted. "It was when you were-" Her breath caught in her throat. "I think it was a form of apology. They knew I was working on a database to list all the gods of Earth mythology. I was even able to add a few that aren’t among known Earth gods…which, thankfully are gone now, thanks to the Tok’ra."

Daniel sat back in his chair. Jack, Sam, and Teal’c had been able to tell him a lot more about what had occurred when he’d been declared dead…again…than Casey had. Or maybe it was just more than what she wanted to talk about. "So, most of those gods are dead?"

"Yep," Casey nodded. "The majority of them were minor gods who were either taken out by Ra when he was pissy about his ass being kicked off Earth, or Apophis in an attempt to keep them from becoming more than minor System Lords, or Ba’al just because he’s an asshole trying to take over everything, or in some battle with another minor Goa’uld. A few were taken out by the Tegerians, and a couple others by the Tollan way back before we were even beginning our industrial age."

Daniel couldn’t help but grin at his Wife’s commentary. "Maybe there’s still hope after all. Okay, give me the names."

Casey read off the names, and watched as Daniel scratched what seemed to be entire lines from his list. "Well?"

"Chances are, we’re going to run into these assholes sooner or later, if they’re not already dead. But five…we can certainly handle that. Especially when it seems not one of them has become a major System Lord," Daniel said.

"What are the chances of them showing up to fight against Ba’al?"

"Six of one, half dozen of the other, I guess," he admitted. "Can you write up a report on these five gods? I’ll call General Hammond and tell him we need to meet with him. Just give us the highlights. We can worry about details if and when we run into them."

"Shouldn’t take me long. Give me about an hour," Casey replied.

"Right. Thanks, Angel."

"You’re welcome. And you owe me."

"I’m sure I can find a suitable way of saying thanks," Daniel said, concentrating on the notes in front of him.

Casey kept her eyes on her monitor. "I’m sure you can, too. Just make sure the leather chaps are involved."

Daniel snickered. He’d been thinking more along the lines of taking her out to one of her favorite restaurants, but playing games in bed had a definite allure to it. Especially when he was sure to enjoy the games as much as she did.

"Hey ho, campers!" a voice called cheerfully from the doorway.

She glanced at the clock. Yep, almost the same time every day. "You are so predictable," Casey muttered.

"What?" Jack asked, frowning slightly.

"It’s just after ten. You always show up just after ten," Casey explained.

"Not always!" Jack retorted.

"Okay, so you might miss a day. But most days-"

"Radar, you are such a smart ass!"

"That’s a complaint she’s heard before," Daniel chuckled. He turned to look at his Wife. "Every day?" 

"Yep."

"Huh. I guess I never noticed."

"Yeah, there’s a news flash," the seer mumbled.

"Hey, are you saying I don’t pay attention or something?" His voice held a note of objection.

"Well, you don’t…at least not if you’re busy working. This place could fall down around your ears and you’d never notice if you’re busy working on a translation. I believe I’ve mentioned that before," Casey replied deftly.

"You are such a smart ass," Daniel grumbled.

Jack laughed out loud. "Now that we’ve determined and agreed on that fact…wait," he frowned slightly, "we never agree on anything."

"Well, we do…but usually it’s when we’re in one of those life and death situations, our asses are on the line, and our options are limited," Daniel pointed out.

"True."

"So, are you just wandering around, or is there a real reason for your visit today?" Casey asked, her smile a reaction to the banter between her Husband and friend.

"Such a smart ass. I just thought I’d see what the two of you were up to," Jack replied.

"Well, Daniel found some tablets that mention a few gods we’ve not met. We just figured out that five of them just might be hanging around somewhere," Casey informed the older man.

"No. I don’t want to hear it," Jack said firmly.

"On the upside," Casey continued as if her CO hadn’t spoken, "they seem to be minor Goa’uld. We’re not even certain at this point that they’re still alive. The Tok’ra don’t have any record of them being killed, so we’ll just have to assume they’re out there somewhere being totally annoying."

"Five, you say?" Jack queried.

"Yep. They’re not even major System Lords, at least not that we know of…not saying they might not have built up since the Tok’ra took attendance the last time, but…if they had, I’m sure we’d have heard something about it."

"Unless they did what Pelops did," Daniel mused, tapping his pencil against his lower lip.

"Died?" Jack asked hopefully.

"No, Pelops didn’t die. He just disappeared to another galaxy…one that must have been pretty far from here…so he could remain hidden," Daniel corrected.

"Jacob says that rumors are going around that Pelops is joining the other minor Goa’uld to take on Ba’al," Jack said.

"Yeah, I read that report," Daniel nodded. "I don’t think he’s any more powerful than the others. It’s possible that he got into a battle with another Goa’uld, had his ass handed to him, and that’s why he disappeared."

Jack nodded his agreement. "Makes sense."

Casey slowly twisted her chair back and forth. "Even if these five do show up, their chances of being killed by Ba’al will be just as high as it is for the others."

Daniel glanced at his notes. "If they show up, that raises the number of Goa’uld against Ba’al, that we’re aware of, to twelve."

Jack started. "That’s all?"

The grin on Daniel’s face was infections, and had his companions grinning in return. "Guess we made a bigger dent in the Goa’uld roster than we realized."

"I’m going to get a report ready for the general," Casey said. "Do you want me to put in the Goa’uld we know are already engaging with Ba’al?"

Jack nodded. "Absolutely."

"Okay. Give me an hour."

"I’ll go let the general know. No doubt he’s going to want to have a meeting about this as soon as possible."

"Right. Thanks, Jack."

"Any time. See, my stopping by helped you out," he said smugly, smiling at Casey.

"Yeah, this time."

Jack turned for the door. "Such a smart ass!"

Casey giggled as she watched the older man disappear into the corridor. A few seconds later, the sound of the elevator doors opening filtered into the room. "If Jack doesn’t show up here in the morning, and then later to bug us to take a break in the afternoon, I know something is wrong," she admitted. "And he’s always good for a distraction. There are days when I really need that distraction."

"That’s Jack, proving his worth even when he’s being annoying," Daniel chuckled. "Okay, Case, get that report together."

"On it."

It was just before noon when the announcement echoed through the corridors. "SG-1 to the briefing room. SG-1 to the briefing room."

Casey gathered the printouts of her notes and the two page report she’d finished fifteen minutes earlier. "Jack must have made quite the case to General Hammond."

"Seems so," Daniel agreed.

Sam and Jack were waiting for the elevator on level nineteen. "Is it bad?" Sam asked immediately.

"More like annoying," Casey replied.

"Good. Annoying I can handle," Sam smiled.

Jack eyed the books and notepads in Daniel’s arms, and the notepad in Casey’s hands. "Remember, this is a briefing. As in…brief."

"Do you want information, or do you want fast?" Daniel demanded to know.

"Both," Jack retorted. "Can’t I have both?"

"Dream on," Daniel muttered. "If you want information, it will take as long as it takes to impart that information."

"Oy," Jack sighed.

"Shouldn’t take more than fifteen minutes for me to give my report," Casey said. "Of course, it will take longer if the general wants more details."

"Oy," the older man sighed again.

General Hammond was entering the room at the same time as the four members of SG-1. They all settled into their ‘usual’ chairs.

A moment later Teal’c entered, having been in the armory helping Siler with inventory. It was a task that was done on a weekly basis – one that was much loathed by military personnel simply because of the repetition – and one that never seemed to bother the Jaffa. He sat down beside Casey.

Hammond turned his attention to the young blonde beside him. "Casey, General O’Neill says you have a report ready…something about additional Goa’uld that we haven’t yet encountered?"

"Yes, sir. Daniel was translating tablets that listed these Goa’uld. They’re in our database, but I had them listed as ‘dead’, because the Tok’ra didn’t have any current status on them, and the report they left for me assumed that they had been destroyed."

"I see," the general nodded.

"We’re still not certain they’re alive, but we thought it would be prudent to know about them, just in case," Daniel added.

"Very prudent, Doctor, and I agree," Hammond said. "All right, Casey, what do you have?"

Casey glanced at her Husband, then took a deep breath. "I thought I’d start with a list of all the Goa’uld who we know have been destroyed. Is that all right?"

Hammond nodded. "That’s fine," he replied.

The seer nodded in return, then rearranged her notes.

"Gonna start any time soon, Radar?" Jack asked.

She glanced up. "I can sort these for another five minutes at least," Casey retorted.

Daniel snickered. Sam chuckled. Teal’c grinned. General Hammond pretended not to notice as he scanned his own notes, copies of what Daniel and Casey had discovered.

"You are such a smart ass," Jack muttered under his breath.

"According to the Tok’ra," Casey began, casting a glance at Jack before focusing her attention on General Hammond, "most of the Goa’uld who were playing god here on good ol’ planet Earth were killed when Ra went ballistic over being betrayed, and the slaves rising up in revolt against him. He killed every snake he suspected of being complicit, whether they were or not. He struck out first at the real conspirators – Tem, Seth, and Hathor. He took perverse pleasure in abandoning Tem here. He’d given the task of eliminating Seth and Hathor to Zipacna. It seems rather than killing them, he just put them in a sarcophagus, left Hathor in South America, and we’re not sure where he dumped Seth."

"Why would Zipacna not do as he was instructed?" Teal’c asked.

"The Tok’ra think he did it so that they would owe him. He had every intention of collecting on that debt. When Ra forbade any of the Goa’uld from returning to the First World, it put a kink in his plans. Zippy wasn’t one of the strongest System Lords," Casey replied, giving a slight shrug.

"He probably thought he could extort Seth and Hathor, and rise in rank among the remaining System Lords," Sam mused.

"Didn’t work out so well, did it?" Jack said, grinning broadly. His disdain for that particular Goa’uld was well known by his teammates.

"Not so well at all," Casey agreed. "So, by striking out the way he did, Ra did major damage to the Goa’uld Empire. Selmak added some notes to the list. She said that for the most part, the remaining System Lords steered clear of Ra, did their own thing in their own little section of the galaxy. However, when he was killed-"

"By us, poor weak Tau’ri that we were," Jack interjected.

"General," Hammond said, a warning tone in his voice.

"Sorry, sir." The grin he tried and failed to hide was evidence of his lack of remorse.

Clearing her throat, Casey continued. "When Ra was killed, it panicked the rest of the System Lords. If the all-powerful Ra could be killed by slaves, they didn’t stand a chance, right? So, apparently they decided that if they were more powerful than Ra had ever been, they’d be safe. To become that powerful meant controlling the most planets, the largest Jaffa armies, and having the newest, most up-to-date fleets. The easiest way to get those things was to take them from someone else. The System Lords turned on each other. They made a pretty good dent in their own ranks. Of course, the strongest were striking out at the weakest. Can’t take a chance on not winning," she grumbled, to the amusement of her colleagues.

Daniel frowned slightly. "We already know that Yu, Apophis, Cronus, and Anubis were the most powerful of all the System Lords, after Ra. They weren’t subservient to Ra, although they did seem to follow his lead."

"What made Anubis leave the galaxy?" Sam asked.

"All we can find," Daniel replied, "is that Yu and Anubis fought each other. I guess Anubis lost, and lost big time."

"We theorize that there were a few dozen Goa’uld who left Earth just before Ra flipped out, or managed to escape being killed," Casey said. "It’s possible Anubis ran into them, and if he’d lost badly enough to Yu, he was completely defeated by other Goa’uld."

"Makes sense," Jack said.

"Remember, Anubis had also learned how to ascend to the level of the Ancients," Daniel reminded the team. "That was why he returned. He had abilities that they didn’t. Plus a twisted hatred that demanded revenge"

Each member of SG-1 was flooded with the memories of Daniel fighting Anubis, the flash of brilliant white light that had destroyed the creature when he had abandoned his corporeal form. The need to get off Ba’al’s ship had prevented them from having time to actually absorb what had happened...what they had witnessed.

Casey tapped her notes. "We also know that Yu and Ra fought together against the Asgard."

"The only reason that happened, or so we think," Daniel added, "was because the Asgard were preventing the Goa’uld from taking over planets that already had populations on them."

"If any of those populations had been taken from Earth, and then abandoned by whatever Goa’uld had taken them to that planet, that had to have pissed off the snakes," Jack said.

"I agree," Daniel said. "The Goa’uld were almost wiped out in that war."

"So which Goa’uld were left after Ra killed so many?" General Hammond asked.

"Let’s see..." the blonde checked her notes. "Yu, Apophis, Cronus, Heru’ur, Mot, Moloc, Morrigan, Morgan, Zipacna, Imhotep, Amaunet, Amaterasu, Kali, Bastet, Bynarr, Camulus, Marduk, Nirrti, Olokun, Sokar, Svarog...I don’t think I pronounced that right-"

"It was just fine," Daniel murmured.

She tossed a smile in the direction of her Husband. "And Thoth."

General Hammond frowned as he studied the list in front of him. "That’s...let’s see...twenty-three Goa’uld."

"There were others that had managed to disappear from Earth," Daniel explained. "Marduk was one of them. He’d been in that temple for a few thousand years, as close as we can tell."

Jack shuddered slightly at the mention of that particular Goa’uld. A joint mission with the Russians had gone immediately tits up when they learned that the first Russian team had become trapped within ziggy-whatever. Such a maze that thing had been.

One of those Russians, before he had died, had opened the sarcophagus that the team found...let out the friggin’ Goa’uld, which had taken up residence in some bat-like creature. They’d barely made it out alive. Between not being able to open the door, one of the Russians with them becoming a Goa’uld host, and the distrust the two groups had for one another... Jack shook his head mentally. Had Daniel not figured out that there was a ring transport available, they’d all have died in that house of horrors.

"Svarog...wasn’t he the one who was set to take over...what planet was that?" Sam muttered to herself. ‘We had to spring a couple of Harry’s people from prison to help us fix what they screwed up."

"That’s right," Daniel said. "That weapon vaporized his ships."

"Apophis killed Heru’ur," Teal’c said. "SG-1 was instrumental in destroying that alliance."

"We almost lost you on that one," Jack said softly, holding Teal’c’s gaze.

"Indeed. However, SG-1 ‘magic’ prevailed," the Jaffa replied, pushing back the memories of torture that immediately tried to surface.

"Cronus...isn’t that the Goa’uld that you destroyed with the help of the android SG-1?" Hammond asked, checking his notes.

"Yes, sir," Jack replied. "We were all glad to see that snake go down...he was the snake who killed Teal’c’s father."

He had not fired the kill shot. In fact, Teal’c thought...his memory playing those moments with crystal clarity...Cronus had been about to kill him when his android double fired at the Goa’uld. There had still been much satisfaction in watching that particular System Lord die.

"According to the Tok’ra attendance list," Casey said, "Moloc and Morrigan were killed by Anubis...well, actually Thoth. They had agreed to join him, then double-crossed him. Thoth was killed on that insane ship Anubis was building."

"Didn’t even know he was there," Jack snickered. "That was a freebie." The team laughed...in spite of the memories of that mission. Ba’al had managed to take Casey prisoner...again. Their luck had been with them – Casey had managed to escape, and thus helped her teammates to do likewise. Daniel, using the power of The One, had destroyed Anubis. "You realize that means we took out two Goa’uld that day."

"We’re good," Daniel grinned. He glanced at the notes his Wife had written. "Mot was another System Lord who was bowing knee to Ba’al."

"It says here," General Hammond said, reading from his notes, "Mot was killed by Ba’al when he...er...Ba’al, learned that he was keeping naquadah for himself. The Tok’ra say Mot was planning to overthrow Ba’al."

"Snakes being snakes," Jack quipped.

"We killed Bynarr," Sam said, her voice dropping slightly. It was because of Jolinar’s memories that she had been able to kill that Goa’uld, and free her father and teammates from a literal hell. "Sokar died within a day or so of that mission."

"Killed by Apophis, or so the Tok’ra believe," Casey said, tapping her notes.

"Yeah, seeing him was a bit of a disappointment," Jack replied. "Although, it was fun watching his ship crash into that planet."

"We were just lucky that tel’tak hadn’t been infested by Replicators," Sam pointed out.

"True," Jack acknowledged easily.

"Imhotep," Teal’c said quietly. "A false god who believed he could take over the Free Jaffa, and use them as his personal army against the other System Lords."

"Dad told me the Goa’uld were absolutely outraged that you dared to challenge a ‘god’ to that...what was it?" Sam asked.

"Joma Secu," Teal’c replied. "It was quite satisfying to put an end to Imhotep’s plans."

"Not to mention saving the entire Jaffa rebellion," Jack said.

"Indeed," Teal’c said, nodding slightly.

"Nirrti," Casey said softly. "Very satisfying to see the end of that snake, too."

"Very true," Sam agreed, her voice soft as well. She could close her eyes and feel the surge of ice cold vengeance that had filled her when she fired her 9mm...sending a bullet straight between the eyes of the most evil Goa’uld the team had ever faced. She felt the same satisfaction when she thought about Casey’s response to learning who the dead snake had been.

Casey glanced around the table to ascertain that none of her teammates had anything more to add. "Moving on... First, we know the Goa’uld who are, at this moment, according to Bra’tac, trying to take on Ba’al. Those are Kali and Amaterasu, who seem to be the leaders of the pack-"

"Or will be until Apophis shows up," Daniel grinned. The team had been anxiously awaiting news about Pedram, and the plan for him to impersonate the dead System Lord.

"Yu has joined up with Amaterasu, apparently he’s not fond of Kali…he tolerates her at best," Casey continued, tossing a smile at her husband. "No clue why he’s not actually in charge, he’s the oldest. Anyway, Pelops, who seems to have just returned, has joined the fight; and Tuoni, who has been bending knee to Ba’al; and Keku, also in cahoots with Ba’al…" She paused and looked around. "To be honest, I don’t think I’d count on Keku for much of anything. He seems too much the coward." Her teammates laughed amiably.

"I’m with you, Radar. Kookoo just doesn’t seem like the ‘join the rebellion and get shot at’ type," Jack agreed. More laughter ensued.

She took a deep breath. "We know that Zipacna and Olokun are already dead, that happened when the Goa’uld had their little get-together regarding Ba’al at the same time we were giving messages of joy to Ba’al and his clone." And our newest ship was damned lucky not to have been a fatality. I should have seen that! she thought, castigating herself once again for what she believed to be a ‘failure.’ "Master Bra’tac reported that one of the Jaffa ships took out Camulus...his ships were in pretty bad shape from that same battle." She glanced over at the general. "I’m betting he didn’t even get a shot off before the Jaffa blew him up."

Hammond smiled. "I’ll bet you’re right," he replied.

With a grin, the young seer continued. "The Tok’ra sent word that Morgan showed up…where she’s been, no one seems to know. So, that’s a total of seven."

The general nodded. "Less than I thought there would be."

"Guess we’ve been more successful than we realized," Jack grinned, echoing Daniel’s earlier words and bringing smiles to every face around the table.

"So," General Hammond said, "tell us about these ‘new’ Goa’uld. How many are there?"

"Five, sir." Casey took a deep breath. "I didn’t go into a lot of detail. I can do more research if you want or need the information."

"Just the names and a general idea of who they are is fine," the general replied.

The seer nodded.

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