Walking in on a red-eyed kid grooming her pet dragon wasn’t the worst shock Jack had had in his life. Though it definitely ranked up there with the interesting ones, given Kazuto and Teal’c were involved in a mutually low-key stare-down, with Flint hanging out of the way at his desk with the girl, going over a three-ring binder labeled Dragons, Care and Feeding of.
Teal’c inclined his head. “O’Neill.”
Damn, it was good to work with an old soldier. No one’s hurt, that even tone said. Don’t think anyone will be, so long as we all keep our heads. Situation under control. Mostly. You’re the commanding officer present, feel free to take over.
Right. So, one breath to get his bearings-
“Silica. Pina.” Black eyes were almost calm, as Kazuto twirled a pen between his fingers. But there was a devilish glint to them that had Jack wanting to check for whoopee cushions. “I’d like you to meet Colonel Jonathon O’Neill, of Stargate Command.”
…Which just went to show that even Teal’c could get blindsided.
The daredevil glint grew just a little brighter. “How’s the weather in Antarctica, this time of year?”
Stargate Command could have come from anyone’s loose lips. Antarctica? Not something people in this building should know.
And Kazuto knows it.
“I’m guessing chilly,” Jack said casually, heading for Flint’s desk. And the intercom by his desk. Teal’c might think they could still rescue this mess, but Jack was already regretting leaving Danny and Sam to distract the kids. “Look, Kazuto. We don’t talk about it much, but the Air Force does station people at the bottom of the world. Mostly to yank scientists out of trouble. So let’s just-”
Streak of green light.
A small, contained boom.