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important to know everything than be able to protect yourself? When there’s twenty Jaffa on our tails, the only knowledge I need is that you can take up that weapon and shoot the shit out of it like there’s no tomorrow.”
    His point made, Jack snapped his mouth shut and stormed back to his original position behind Daniel. He about-faced and met Daniel’s eyes as casually as he could.
    Daniel stared at him as if he’d just lost his mind.
    Maybe he had. That wasn’t the point. Yanking his ball cap down low, Jack jerked his chin toward the armored disk. “Shoot the target.”
    Thankfully, Daniel did as he was told without another word. He raised the P90 and shot once more. A perfect hit. The target flopped back with another zing and then settled back down.
    Jack scooped up the rolled up bandage. Clearly, it was time for step two.
    * * *
    A shot rang out, echoing across the dusty basin of the ruins. From her position at the far end of the dig, Sam saw a few archaeologists pop their heads up, like groundhogs in the spring, but then bent back to the task at hand.
    With Teal’c at her side, they continued their scout of the perimeter. Sam knew Daniel would far rather be digging in the dirt, pouring over broken bits of Chinese artifacts, than proving to the colonel that his shooting skills were up to par.
    Which they were. Sam had made that clear to the colonel. In fact, she would even have said that Daniel handled a rifle better since his return than ever before.
    Another shot.
    Teal’c ignored the sound, keeping his eyes fixed on the distant horizon. More scientists peered up from behind their glasses. Halfway around the elliptical road surrounding the ruins, SG-13’s Balinsky and Wells laughed nervously. Colonel Dixon shouted something unintelligible and they both stopped and went back to work, helping Dr. Lee pack up some pieces in a container.
    Before any feeling of embarrassment for Daniel could raise its ugly head, Sam shoved it down. Boxed it up and didn’t look back. A silent nod from Teal’c, her own dismay echoed in his eyes, and the two resumed their sweep of the area.
    Everyone had known to expect gunfire. Heck, she’d been the one to warn SG-13 and the scientists. She understood what Colonel O’Neill was trying to drive home to Daniel, but that didn’t mean she had to like it.
    With a hand over her eyes to block out the late afternoon sun, she looked up at the nearby hill as the colonel stormed past that odd-looking statue.
    “Is it not an Earth saying that practice makes perfect?” asked Teal’c.
    “Of course it is,” Sam replied with a shrug. “I go to the firing range whenever we’re on Earth.” Sam was one of the first women in the military allowed sharpshooter status and she had every intention of keeping her ranking. Still, she was Air Force. Daniel wasn’t.
    “Perhaps O’Neill believes Daniel Jackson would benefit from the same discipline.”
    “Except we’re not on Earth. Besides, you know Daniel can hold his own. How many times has he covered your back?”
    “And yet, O’Neill remains skeptical.”
    “Well, the colonel sort of mastered the art.”
    Teal’c raised an eyebrow.
    Sam translated. “Of being skeptical, I mean.”
    “Indeed.”
    The two fell into companionable silence, the crunch of dirt under their boots the only sound other than the murmur of activity around the dig. Sam glanced up the hill when she realized the shots had stopped. Hopefully, ‘target practice’ had finished.
    Teal’c followed her line of sight. “There are times O’Neill uses odd ways to ensure team improvement.”
    Sam chuckled. “Besides pizza and forced Simpson marathons?”
    “For one, this Morse code he advised for study.”
    “It does have its uses.”
    “Such as?”
    She stopped walking. The fact that they’d ended up right below where the colonel and Daniel were positioned had nothing to do with it. She wasn’t a mother hen… She just felt like one sometimes.
    Pulling out her