"So, General - let's talk about the safeguards in place now," Colonel Simmons said, turning to a new page in his file, and adjusting the tape recorder.  "Assuming that there are safeguards in place now."

"Yes, Colonel, there are safeguards," Hammond said with a sigh, leaning back in his chair.  "Which would be unnecessary if Pirelli were in custody right now.  Since you're so well-connected, why don't you tell me why that is?"

"We're not here to discuss the search, General.  We're here to discuss the SGC and its concerns.  Safeguards?"

Hammond crossed his arms stubbornly.  "Just why is it again that you are here, researching the incident concerning Major Pirelli, months after it happened?"

"There are so many incidents here that it takes us some time to work through them all.  I mean, what with aliens taking over your people, pyramid ships being lost in space, your resident alien turning traitor - there's more drama here than a daytime soap."

"This isn't exactly a normal command, Colonel," General Hammond said.  

"That it isn't, General, that it isn't.  We certainly are in agreement there.  Let's get back on topic, shall we?  Safeguards?"

"As you must know, the level of security around any safeguard we put into place must be strict in order for it to be effective.  Knowledge of these safeguards is on a need to know basis.  And I'm not sure you need to know," he finished.

"I assure you, I do - and if I need to prove it...."

"You do," General Hammond said, rising from the briefing room table.  He left Simmons and walked to his office, his face clearly mirroring his disgust.  He knew it would only be a matter of time before he did produce some authorization, but he could delay him if at all possible.  He picked up the phone in his office and contacted Sergeant Davis in the control room.  "How long, Sergeant, before SG-15 and Teal'c are back on base?"

"They're not scheduled to come back for another 48 hours, sir.  Is there a problem?" he asked.

"There may be - see if you can hail them and put them on alert.  We might need Teal'c to be back on base on short notice."

"Yes, sir," he said.

Hammond then dialed another number - Jack's cell phone.  "Come on, Colonel - this time, pick up," he said.  The next number he dialed was for Daniel, with the same response.  His sense of unease continued to grow.  A sharp rap at his door interrupted his thoughts.

"I believe you'll find this authorization is in order," Colonel Simmons said, placing the fax on General Hammond's desk.  "The safeguards?"

Hammond leaned back in his chair, his face tight with anger.  "We have a series of random screenings conducted on both Dr. Jackson and Colonel O'Neill.  They consist of x-rays and metal detector sweeps in order to locate any alien devices on their person.  Is there anything else you need to know?"

Simmons rose, his face stretched into a plastic smile.  The truth would be a start, you bastard.  "I'll let you know."  He walked from the room, the smile dissolving.  A call to Area 51 hours ago had revealed the fact to him that the devices were made of a non-metallic compound that would not show up on an x-ray or metal detector.   "What are you hiding, General?" he said softly.

It wasn't long before Daniel's wait was over.  Pirelli again shoved Jack into the room as he entered, but this time, Jack went toward Daniel almost immediately.  He scooted backward in surprise, causing Jack to falter.  

"You okay?" he asked Daniel, his eyes full of concern.  

Daniel looked at him warily.  "Well, no...actually," he said, keeping his distance.

"Hello, boys," Pirelli said casually.

"What have you done to him?" Jack said tightly.  He looked over Daniel, trying to discern his injuries, but other than his haggard look and a bruise on his forehead, he couldn't see any marks.  Pirelli's frequent visits had kept him updated on what they were doing to make Daniel talk.  Apparently he hadn't, since they'd decided to introduce him back into the mix at this time.

Pirelli motioned for Daniel to stand.  "You want to know what I've done to him?  Come here, Daniel," he said, pulling off his belt.

Daniel shut his eyes briefly before standing awkwardly and walking forward.  "Isn't this getting a little old to you?" he asked.

"The Colonel wants to know what I've done to you - show him," he said, holding out the belt.

"What?" Daniel asked in surprise.

"I can make it so you don't have a choice, you know.  Just like he didn't have a choice," Pirelli coaxed, holding out the belt.  "Would that make it easier?"

Daniel looked toward Jack, and Jack's stomach knotted as he saw the bitter look in Daniel's eyes.  Pirelli and his cohort had been working hard at their little game of masquerade.  Had Daniel realized that they were impersonating Jack?  If he did, Jack realized that  Daniel would have no way of knowing it was really him this time.  He didn't know which option was worse.  

"No," Daniel said calmly to Pirelli.  "I can't do that to Jack - to anyone."

"You or him - your decision," Pirelli warned.

"Daniel, take the damn belt!" Jack said.  Anything was better than seeing Daniel beaten.  Hearing about it from Pirelli had been bad enough, and from the looks of Daniel, he couldn't take much more.

He turned then, reaching back for the belt.  Pirelli smiled widely as he walked forward toward Jack.  Yeah, you bastard, Jack thought, enjoy this now.  Jack watched as Daniel formed the belt into a loop, then looked up at him, his eyes unreadable.  "What should I do?" he asked Jack quietly.  

Jack looked into Daniel's eyes again, and saw the look of indecision as his hand tightened on the belt.  "Daniel, I'm giving you an order," he said in a low tone.  "Do what he says."   

"It's you, isn't it?" Daniel said, his eyes never leaving Jack's.

"Yes - will you get this over with already?" Jack shot back in a low hiss.  "Before he changes his mind."

Daniel's look of relief was evident as he heard Jack's words, but his next action took Jack totally by surprise.  He turned around and struck out at Pirelli with the belt, taking him off-guard.  Pirelli managed to deflect the blow meant for his face with one arm, but the distraction gave Daniel enough time to tackle him, bringing them both to the floor with a thud.  Jack lunged forward to help, but before he could reach them, Pirelli had thrown Daniel off and now had his pistol aimed squarely at his face.

"Back off, Colonel," he said quietly, not taking his eyes off Daniel.

"I'm sorry, Jack," Daniel said wearily, his face etched in pain.  Jack knew that move had cost him, but it had been worth a try.  Maybe healthy he would have had a chance, but in the weakened state he was in, it was asking too much.

"You haven't learned much, have you, Jackson?" Pirelli said angrily, climbing to his feet. "Stand up."  He then motioned to Jack.  "Turn around, Colonel."

Jack cursed silently as he turned around, but wasn't prepared for Pirelli's next command.  "Arms around his waist, Jackson."  His stomach clenched in anger as he felt Daniel's arms around his waist.  He reached around to grasp his forearms reassuringly.  "It was a good plan," he said to Daniel as Pirelli raised his arm.

"It's only good if it works," Daniel answered.  

The belt whistled down, and Jack felt Daniel's body surge forward.  "Oh, God," he hissed, burying his head against Jack's neck as another blow landed on his already abused back.  His arms tightened reflexively as Pirelli continued, and the white hot rage burning inside Jack finally bubbled over as the next blow wrung a smothered cry from Daniel.

Jack spun around, Pirelli's next blow landing across his ribcage as he pushed Daniel behind him.  The fiery pain it ignited only maddened him further.  "That's all - you hear me?" he said dangerously, walking toward Pirelli.  In response, Pirelli raised his pistol.

"Jack, no," Daniel said, his hand on Jack's shoulder.  "Don't."

"Colonel, you pull another stunt like that, you'll be watching me from that corner, holding your blown-off kneecaps," Pirelli said.

"Jack, listen to me," Daniel said.  "You'll need those knees if we're going to get out of here."

"No, Daniel!" he shot back over his shoulder.

"I can't get us out of here, Jack.  You can," Daniel said.  

"Stop talking," Pirelli said, motioning to them.   

Jack turned then, his eyes locking painfully with Daniel's.  "Finish on me," he asked Pirelli without turning around.

"Say please," Pirelli taunted.

Jack's face clearly mirrored his disgust.  "Please."

Pirelli thought a moment, then shook his head.  "Sorry, Colonel.  Jackson was right.  Beating you would be too easy."  No one moved, and he motioned impatiently.  "You're just making this worse for him by waiting."

With a curse, Jack turned, and Daniel again placed his arms around him, brushing against the welt on his stomach, forcefully reminding him of what Daniel was enduring.  "Next time, will you follow my orders?" he said, giving Daniel's arms a gentle squeeze.

"Following orders is a challenge for me, Jack," Daniel said, before the first blow took his breath.  Jack held onto his arms, planting his feet firmly to keep them both steady as each blow sent Daniel surging into him.  Daniel's grip around his waist tightened painfully as he fought to stay silent, this time, Jack knew, more for his sake than Pirelli's.

"You should have never messed with me back on P44-2X9," Pirelli said, lashing out again.  "Say it, Jackson."

"The only way that mission could have been more successful," Daniel said, breathing heavily, "is if that arrow had gone through your heart."

Pirelli's face twisted into a frown, and his next blows slammed into Daniel's back with such intensity that Jack felt the vibrations in Daniel's body.  "Tact, Daniel," Jack hissed.  "Tact would be good right now."  Daniel didn't risk answering as Pirelli continued.

"I want an apology, Jackson," he said, cracking the belt against his back,  "Just apologize, and I'll stop."

"Go to hell," Daniel spat out.  The next blow brought a strangled cry to his lips.

"Daniel!" Jack hissed, "Just give him what he wants."

The belt landed again, forcing another cry from him.  "Daniel, please," Jack pleaded softly.

Another blow.  "I'm sorry," Daniel forced out.

"What was that, Jackson?" Pirelli said, viciously striking again.

"I'm sorry," he said, slumping a little against Jack.  

Pirelli stopped, thoughtfully looking at him.  "I don't know if you really mean that."

"He means it," Jack said, before Daniel could speak.  "I'm sure he means it."

Pirelli chuckled a little.  "No, he doesn't, Colonel.  But it's pretty obvious he's going to pass out if I keep this up, and what fun would that be?"  He turned, unlocking the door as Jack lowered Daniel to the floor.  "I'll stop by again later," he promised.  "Now that we're re-acquainted - I have a few questions for you about how things are going back at the mountain since I've been gone," he finished, before leaving them in silence.

"Here, Daniel, let me see," Jack asked, reaching down to pull Daniel's shirt out of his pants.  

"No - just don't touch it, okay?" Daniel whispered.

Jack stopped as he pulled up the t-shirt, revealing the extent of the damage to Daniel's back and ribs.  His skin was a mottled mass of red and purple welts, and Jack's stomach knotted at the sight.

"God, Daniel!  How many times has he done this?" Jack asked, not daring to touch Daniel's abused skin.

"It's not that bad," he said.  "He never even broke the skin."

"Don't tell me it's not that bad - I know better," Jack admonished.  "You know, you can be beaten to death, Daniel, without that belt ever breaking your skin."

"That's a comforting thought," Daniel said, swaying a little.  "So I guess you weren't there - at least, I hope that wasn't you."   

"No, Daniel, it wasn't me."

"You never even drove me here to negotiate with Pirelli, did you?"

"Why would I negotiate with that bastard?" Jack protested.  "All I know is that you came by my place, said something about not wanting to go camping, and the next thing I know you - Pirelli - were attacking me in my kitchen.  Pirelli drugged me, and when I came to, I was here." he said, running a hand through his hair.  "Stupid of me.  I should have picked up on something, should have suspected..."  

Daniel interrupted him.  "They've been impersonating you since...the first beating, well, I thought it was you, Jack.  He must have used the time while you were drugged to update the device they're using to impersonate you."

"I told him you'd figure it out," Jack said.  "And you did."

"So he has an accomplice now," Daniel continued.

"Yeah - a little alarming, isn't it, to think Pirelli has friends out there?" Jack said.  "When did you figure all this out?" Jack asked, lowering Daniel's shirt gently.  There wasn't a lot he could do for him here, except make him comfortable.   And get them the hell out of this place.

"Right before he brought you in here - it took me a while...." Daniel said.

"Had you fooled too, huh?" Jack said, then immediately regretted it.  The pain in Daniel's eyes had nothing to do with the beatings he'd sustained.  "It's okay, Daniel.  You didn't know."

"God, Jack, I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice tight with pain.  

"Hey - you have nothing to apologize for.  You weren't angry with the three of us when Pirelli pulled this trick on us.  Can't say I would have been so understanding in your place."

"I was," Daniel said bitterly, grimacing as he tried to move to a more comfortable position.   

"What?" Jack asked.

"I was angry.  Angry as hell.  Furious, outraged.  Disappointed," he added.

Jack was silent a moment, the last 'disappointed' cutting straight to his heart.  "I guess I'm lucky that you figured this out then, because between that and what Pirelli  engineered, if you hadn't figured it out you would have beaten the crap out of me just now, wouldn't you?"

"That's not funny, Jack," he shot back, but his face had relaxed into something close to a smile.

"I'm glad you told me you were angry.  I wish you'd told me - told us all - months ago. Got it off your chest.  We wouldn't have argued with you, Daniel.  You should have been angry."  

"Well, let's just say this has given me a whole new perspective on what happened," he said.  "I'm not angry any more, Jack.  It's okay."

Jack looked over at him, but before he could answer, Pirelli came back in.  "Let's go, O'Neill," he said, motioning him out.

Reluctantly, Jack stood, glancing once more at Daniel.  "You rest," he said, as he was handcuffed and pushed out the door.  Daniel watched until the door slammed shut, then leaned forward, rubbing his eyes wearily.  His relief at knowing Jack was alive warred with the realization that Pirelli's plan to use Jack to get him to talk had failed.  Pirelli's anger at having his plan foiled was more than evident when he'd been beaten.  And the options that Pirelli was left with now filled Daniel with dread.  

"So what have you learned?" Alex said to Pirelli as they finished securing Jack in another room.

"They're still holding out - for now.  But Jackson won't be able to take much more, and O'Neill won't stand by and let him be killed.  We're close.  As much as I'm enjoying all this, we should have the information we need shortly."

"You know, Pirelli, this is all very amusing, but... " Alex said. 

"We have the devices, and we'll find out how they are protecting the base from anyone trying to use the devices to impersonate O'Neill or Jackson.  I can get the information," Pirelli said.  "I'll need the O'Neill device back.  I'm going to try again with Daniel."

"Just remember - the sooner you find out, the sooner we can end this, and relocate you," Alex said, handing him the device before walking away. 

"Yeah - relocate me six feet under," Pirelli mumbled under his breath.  Jackson and O'Neill may not make it out of here, Pirelli thought to himself.  But I sure as hell will.

"I'm afraid we still don't have any information to report, Colonel," Alex spoke softly into a cell phone.  "Were you able to learn anything?"

"No," Colonel Simmons said, his brow wrinkling.  "It seems the good general is as uncooperative as your guests."

"I thought you should know," Alex looked around, satisfied that Pirelli was nowhere near.  "I don't believe Major Pirelli will ever be successful.  He's taking far too much time to escalate the interrogation."

"Well, Major Pirelli has just about outlived his usefulness to us - alive, at least.  If he isn't successful soon, do what you have to do," Simmons said, before cutting off the call.

Jack looked up as Pirelli entered the room, shutting the door firmly behind him.  Before Pirelli could speak, he began.

"Who are you working for?" he asked quietly.

Pirelli pulled up a chair and sat down beside him.  "Who says I'm working for anyone, Colonel?"

"You're smart, Pirelli.  You wouldn't take the chance of trying to get into the mountain unless you had no other options.  This friend of yours - NID?  Of course he's NID.  I don't know what kind of deal you made with them, Pirelli, but if you think they're going to keep it..."

"Shit, I know they're not going to keep it," he said quietly.  After a moment, he continued.  "Apparently I'm not as smart as you think, Colonel.  The NID managed to capture me a few days after I escaped from the SGC.  Offered me a deal - hand over the two devices and help them learn how to bypass any safeguards put in place to prevent an imposter from using the devices to get into the SGC.  In return, they'd make sure I was relocated far away from the long arm of the U.S. military."

"And you believed them?"  Jack asked.

"Hell no, I didn't believe them.  But my choices were limited.  So I agreed.  I'm no fool, Colonel.  Once they find out how to get into that mountain - I'm just as dead as the two of you are.  So I've been stalling."

"I've seen Daniel - and it seems to me you've enjoyed doing a little 'stalling'," Jack said.

"It had its moments," Pirelli agreed with a smile.

"There is no way that we would give the NID the means to walk into that mountain," Jack said evenly.  "You know that."

Pirelli sighed, standing up. He walked to the edge of the room and glanced back at Jack.  "You know, you're right, Colonel.  I know you won't tell me.  And despite what anyone might think about Jackson, he's too damn stubborn to give in to anyone either, no matter what they do to him.  They'll kill him before he talks."  He paused, then spoke again.  "Want to prevent that?"

Jack didn't speak, and Pirelli continued.  "I need to get to a place where I can disappear.  You need to get out of here.  Interested?"  He continued.

"What did you have in mind?" Jack said.

"There's one place the NID can't find me.  I want to go back through the Stargate.  Off-world, I'll be safe."

"You have got to be kidding," Jack said in disgust.

"You don't have a lot of options, Colonel," he said.

"Neither do you, Pirelli."  He thought for a moment.  "I can't promise you a one-way trip through the Stargate, but I can guarantee you that General Hammond won't put a gun to your head after this is all over.  Can you say that for the NID?"  He paused for a moment as Pirelli considered his offer.  "You have information that we can use against them.  You're not facing a murder charge back at the SGC - yet," he emphasized.  Jack's stomach twisted in a knot as he watched Pirelli think over his offer.  Then Pirelli dug into his pocket, and pulled out the keys to Jack's handcuffs.

"I can't get both of you out.  But once you're free...." he started, as he undid the cuffs.

"I'll handle it from there," Jack said shortly, standing up.  "I'll need a weapon.  And a phone - time to call in the cavalry," he said.

Pirelli warily handed over his sidearm and his cell phone.  "Don't double-cross me, Colonel."

"I've made deals with the devil before, Pirelli.  You can trust me - for Daniel's sake, not your own.  Speaking of Daniel..."  With a swift motion, he slammed the butt of the pistol into the side of Pirelli's head, and watched him fall hard to the floor with satisfaction.  "You're lucky I didn't shoot you," Jack said, leaning down to retrieve the keys to Daniel's room before stepping over his body and easing out the open door.  Before he could leave the building he heard footsteps, and dove quickly into the darkness of a side hallway.

Alex made his way toward the room where Jack was being held, two other NID operatives by his side.  He picked up his pace when he saw the door of the room where they were holding Jack ajar.  "Pirelli!" he hissed out, drawing his sidearm as his men did the same.  As they eased in the room, Pirelli was pushing himself up into a sitting position, holding his head.  "What happened?" Alex said, scanning the room.

"O'Neill escaped.  Took me by surprise," Pirelli said with a wince.  "I don't know how long I was out, and he took my sidearm and phone," he finished.

Alex turned to his men.  "Sanborne, get Phipps and search the area for O'Neill.  Since Jackson is still here, I don't think he's gone far."  Sanborne left, and he turned back to Pirelli, giving him a hand so that he could stand.  "Go take care of that head, and then we'll talk about how the hell you let this happen," he ground out.

Pirelli gave him a baleful glance before walking off.  Not far away, Jack listened to the exchange in silence, clutching the keys in frustration.

As Pirelli walked out of earshot, Alex turned to his other companion.  "This was no accident, Forrester," he said in a low tone.  "I want you to take care of Major Pirelli, and give me two clicks on your radio when you're finished.  I'll search this building," he said.

Jack silently cursed to himself, and slid quickly along the wall until he found an exit to the outside, silently slipping out and pulling the door shut behind him.  He hid quickly behind a stack of boxes as Alex opened the door.  He took a quick look around before turning to go back inside the building.  Jack released the breath he'd been holding and made his way out from behind the building to the shadow of another.  A quick look around confirmed where he was.  He dialed up the SGC.  "General, this is O'Neill," he said.

"Colonel, where the hell...."

"Respectfully, sir - I don't have much time and I need you to listen.  I'm near a warehouse at what I think is the old Pueblo Chemical Depot.  Daniel and I are in trouble and we need backup - now."

"We understand, Colonel - hold your position," Hammond said, motioning to his aide.

"Tell them to be on their guard - Pirelli and the NID are involved in this, and they have the devices."  He looked back toward the warehouse.  "Hurry," he said, shutting off the phone.  Men now swarmed out, fanning out in all directions to search.  Jack ducked down and made his way forward carefully, and for the next half hour played a game of hide and seek with the men searching for him until they had moved past his position.  He then turned back to the warehouse where Daniel was being held.

Quietly, he eased back into the warehouse in time to see Alex and Sanborne opening the door of the room where Daniel was being held.  He raised his gun, then lowered it again.  Shit, shit, shit!  He could shoot the two of them, but the sounds of gunfire would bring back every one of the NID operatives to his position.

"Where's Forrester?" Alex asked Sanborne, as they went inside.

"Disposing of Pirelli's body, I assume," Sanborne said with a cold smile.  They disappeared briefly, then returned, pulling a groggy Daniel out of the room.  They had taped his mouth shut and bound his hands tightly as well.  "What are we going to do with him?" Sanborne asked Alex, as they pushed him forward.

"I don't think Colonel O'Neill's gone very far.  We're going to use Jackson to find out if I'm right.  Then we're going to get the information we were sent to gain and get the hell out of here," he said.

Jack listened as the sound of their footfalls faded, and was jolted back to attention when the cell phone in his pocket began to vibrate.  He warily dug down for it, clicking it on and raising it to his ear.

"O'Neill.  Congratulations on escaping - for the moment.  I'm impressed.  I'm also tired, Colonel, and I have a suspicion that you've already managed to call in reinforcements.  I'm guessing that I don't have too long before the marines find our location.  So I'll make this brief," Alex said.

Jack's body tensed as he heard the sound of a gunshot, echoing in the recesses of the warehouse and played back in his ear in stereo through the phone.  "That shot didn't hit anything vital, Colonel."  Another shot, and this time Jack faintly made out a strangled moan.  "Are you ready to talk to us, Colonel?"  

The phone went dead, but another shot rang out and Jack clutched the phone in anger, holding his position.  God, how long would it take Hammond to get a team down here?  Thirty minutes by helicoptor?  They were running out of time.

Another shot.  With a curse, Jack moved forward, following the wall in the darkness until he came to the rear of the warehouse, where a large room opened up, illuminated by a set of dirty light bulbs.  Alex and Sanborne held their positions near Daniel, who was still bound and gagged, and lay prone on the ground in front of them.  Jack quickly looked him over; two gunshots to his legs and two to his arms.  His eyes were screwed shut in pain, and his body was trembling slightly.  Before Jack could move forward, a hand shoved him from behind into the light, and the gun was taken from his hand.  He was propelled forward, two men holding each arm securely.  

Alex smiled softly.  "Thanks for joining us, Colonel.  You may have already figured out that I'm not as patient as Major Pirelli is - or should I say was?"

"So what is it you want?" Jack said.  Alex raised the gun again and fired a shot into Daniel's shoulder.  The force of the shot threw him onto his back, and Jack got a glimpse of his eyes, wild with agony, before they closed again.  He struggled against his captors, with no effect.  "Just tell me what you want!" he hissed at Alex.

"How do we gain access to the SGC complex?  And I want details, Colonel, unless you want this to continue," he said, motioning with his pistol toward Daniel.

Jack's eyes focused downward, down to where Daniel lay on the blood slicked concrete floor.  His chest was rising and falling rapidly, and tears streaked his face as he turned toward Jack, unable to speak through the gag.  The wounds weren't life-threatening; he could still save him.  Where were those damn reinforcements?

"The SGC uses metal detectors, and each of us is subjected to an x-ray at random...."  Jack jumped involuntarily as Alex fired again, the shot hitting Daniel's other shoulder.  Even through the gag, Daniel's scream of pain cut clearly through the silence.

"We know that's not true, Colonel.  Please don't lie to us again - for Daniel's sake," he said, looking down at him before looking up at Jack again with a coy smile.  When Jack didn't speak, he continued.  "The two of you don't have to make this so hard.  We don't want to kill either one of you.  You'd be much more valuable to the NID alive, helping us with information you've gained while at the SGC.  Your choice, Colonel."

"The NID tried to recruit me once before - it didn't work out," Jack said, trying to stall.  

"Maybe you didn't have the proper motivation," Alex said.  

"I can tell you what you want to know, but you'll need Daniel alive in order to make it work," Jack said reluctantly a few moments later.

"Don't fuck with me, Colonel," Alex said, raising the pistol again.  

"It's a language," Jack spat out, "A language that only Daniel, Teal'c and I know.  No one else in the SGC is fluent enough to speak it, and the files on it have been sealed for security."  Jack looked over at Alex, and pulled against his captors again.  "Daniel's the expert.  He's the only one who knows enough about it to teach someone else."  Out of the corner of his eye, he watched for any movement that would tell him that the SGC reinforcements had arrived.

"Very good, Colonel.  It's a hypothesis I'm willing to test.  You'll teach us, once we've reached another safe location.  Bring him," he said, motioning to the men.

"Daniel..." Jack started, then watched as Alex turned back.

"Thanks for reminding me," Alex said.  He then swiftly pointed the gun back at Daniel, firing several rounds into his chest as Jack roared in protest.  Daniel arched up but didn't make a sound before coming to rest in a motionless heap on the floor.  

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