CHAPTER TWENTY
SG-1 headed back to the ruins on Egerania first thing the next morning. Once they arrived in what Daniel called the tower room, they approached the spot where both he and Jack had been unexpectedly transported to the lab.
Figuring that there was no point in delaying, Daniel stepped up to the lone circle and, within seconds, was beamed away, much to the surprise of the watching scientists.
"Hey!" one of them exclaimed. "How come it worked for him and not us?"
"Because you just don't have what it takes, boys," Jack replied, the smallest of smirks on his face.
Daniel reappeared in the same spot.
"Well, I guess this confirms what we suspected," he said.
"Perhaps O'Neill should make certain that it still works for him as well," Teal'c suggested.
"No thanks. I'll pass," the colonel responded.
Sam frowned. "So, this means that Daniel or Colonel O'Neill are going to have to accompany everyone who goes to the lab."
Daniel let out a sigh. "Yeah. That's going to be a problem. I'm really not that eager to act as an usher for the next week or so. I really wish we could figure out where that lab is." His gaze went to the tower.
"What are you thinking, Daniel?" Sam asked. "It couldn't be in the tower. That room was too big."
"I know, but I'm still wondering what the purpose of this tower is. I really think that lab is right under our feet and that there's some sort of connection between it and the tower."
"You may be right, but how far underground? If it's just a couple of feet, we could get to it with a jackhammer, but if it's six or seven feet down, we'd need heavy equipment."
"So, until we figure it out, Daniel's gonna have to be a ferry service?" Jack asked.
"I'm afraid so."
"Oh, joy," the archeologist muttered.
After determining that three people could be transported at once, Daniel accompanied the scientists down to the lab two at a time. There, the archeologist learned that, though the computers needed him to turn them on, once they were on, anyone could use them, and they would remain on for as long as someone was using them.
They set up a portable toilet so that they wouldn't have to keep making trips back up. Leaving the men to their work and telling them that he'd check in with them in two hours, Daniel then beamed back to the tower room.
"Are they all set?" Sam asked him.
"For now, but this is going to cause a problem. We either need to get those computers out of there or download the information into something else."
"Yeah, I've been thinking about that. I really want to study that power source more closely, but I can't do that as long as we need it to power the transporter and the lab."
Jack stepped up to them. "How can you study it if pulling it out is going to make everything go dead? You'd be stranded down there."
"There must be some kind of backup generator to power the transporter in case of emergency. It would be too dangerous not to have one."
"So, what are you thinking?" Daniel asked.
"If we can bring the computers up here, then great. Otherwise, I'd say that we need to get the most important information off of them, retrieve the power module, and worry about the rest later on. As long as we're working on this, that repository is going to be just sitting there at the base. Of course, the general will have to be the one to make the decision on this."
"Then I guess we'd better ask him," Jack responded.
They contacted the team at the gate and told them to dial it up. Upon discussing the situation with Hammond, the general agreed that, because of the difficulties in getting down to the lab, it wasn't going to be practical to keep going down there. He gave them permission to see if the computer systems could be removed and, if not, to download as much as possible, retrieve the power module, then leave the rest for another time.
Sam went with Daniel back down to the lab and spent the next hour with the scientists, determining if the computers could be removed. While they were doing that, Daniel was skimming through the contents of one of the systems. His search came to a screeching halt when he found one thing in particular.
"Um, Sam? I've found something else."
She came over. "What?"
"This here," he pointed at the holographic screen, "is talking about weapons, defensive weapons set up in case of attack." Daniel kept reading. "It says that there is a control interface."
"Where is it?"
Daniel pressed a button. Everyone was startled when something rose out of the floor on the other side of the room. They all stared at the throne-like chair. Sam and Daniel approached it. The astrophysicist studied the strange, gelatinous pads that were on the ends of each armrest.
"I wonder if those are the control panels," Sam said. "I wouldn't even begin to know how they operate."
Leaving the major to study the chair in more detail, Daniel returned to the computer station.
"I just found out what the tower is for," he announced after a couple of minutes. "It's sort of the equivalent of a missile silo, except that it doesn't launch a missile. It launches multiple drones of some kind. I'm afraid that most of the technical stuff on the drones is over my head."
Sam came up to him. "Does it say where the drones are stored?"
"Inside the tower. The only way to get in there is with the transporter. Oh, and it turns out that there was something attached to the tower wall where that circle was. It was a control panel." He turned the 'page' on the holographic screen. "Apparently, there are transporters all over the city, and you used the control panel to select where you wanted to go. I guess we're just lucky that, apparently, the last place this one was set to go was this lab. And I was right about where we are. We're directly beneath the tower room."
"How far down?"
"It doesn't say, but, since this is the control room for that weapon, I'd guess that we're pretty far down, far enough that a ship's sensors wouldn't detect this place. They'd have wanted to make sure it was secure. The tower is lined with a thick layer of Naquadah, so cutting a hole through to the weapons would be impossible."
"Okay, we need to go topside and tell the colonel about the weapons."
Jack was more than a little excited when they told him what they'd discovered.
"So, we need to get inside that tower and get them," he said.
"It isn't that simple, Jack," Daniel responded. "From what I could understand, you need that chair to control the weapons."
"So, we take it, too."
"And then what? If it's like everything else in that lab, you and I are the only ones who will be able to use it, and I haven't yet found any instructions on how to make it work."
"Well, we're certainly not gonna just leave the weapons there. Finding weapons was the whole purpose of this search."
"I think we need to contact the general and find out what he wants us to do," Sam said.
Hammond was also pretty excited about the discovery of the weapons and said that he'd talk to the president about what they should do. In the meantime, they were to continue the process of either removing the computers or downloading the information, though, for the present time, the power module should be left in place.
Sam and Daniel returned to the lab. After another half-hour, the major and the other scientists came to the conclusion that removing the computers would not be feasible. There was another problem as well. From what they could see, the computers contained thousands of terabytes of data, meaning that it would be a major undertaking to download it all. This meant that they had no choice but to pick and choose which information was the most important. Since Daniel was the only one there who was fluent in Ancient, he would have the job of going through the stuff and telling them what everything was.
"I guess this means that I'm not going home any time soon," Daniel said with a sigh.
"I'm sorry, Daniel," Sam responded, commiserating with him. "If it makes you feel any better, I'll be staying, too."
Daniel gave her a smile. "I really appreciate the company, but. . . ."
Sam smiled. "But there's other company that you'd like to have. Maybe the general will agree to let Egeria come here."
Daniel shook his head. "There wouldn't be anything for her to do here."
"Sure there is. She could bring along a laptop and keep working on what she's been doing."
The archeologist smiled. "I didn't think of that." He looked over at the computers. "Sam, do you think that the Tok'ra might be able to figure out a way for us to remove the computers?"
"I suppose it's possible, but that would mean telling them what we found."
"Aren't we going to have to do that anyway?"
"Probably eventually, but. . . ."
Daniel studied her expression. "You're worried about a leak."
"Yeah. Can you imagine what the Goa'uld would do if they found out about this?"
The archeologist nodded. "If they couldn't get at the information themselves, they'd level the ruins so that no one else could get it, and they'd probably wipe out everyone on the planet while they were at it." Daniel thought of something else. "And if Anubis found out, there's a good chance that he'd be able to get in here."
Sam nodded. Her expression became serious. "Daniel, I just realized something. Sooner or later, we will have to tell the Tok'ra about this, which means that we can't leave this stuff here. It would be way too dangerous."
"But that would mean destroying the lab. Sam, we can't do that."
"We may have no choice, Daniel. As long as this is here, not only is there the danger that the Goa'uld will get their hands on it, it will also threaten the lives of everyone on this planet."
Daniel looked around at the computers, machines that contained priceless knowledge of the Ancients. If they could not succeed in finding a safe way to download the information from the repository, what was in these systems would be even more important. But he knew that Sam was right. If the Goa'uld learned of its existence, it would be a major threat to both the people on Egerania and the rest of the galaxy.
Fully understanding how he felt, Sam told him that they needed to talk to Jack.
The frown on the colonel's face told them that he was concerned as well.
"I say that we don't tell the Tok'ra," he said. "We didn't tell them about the time machine thing until it was absolutely necessary. There's no reason why we have to tell them about this."
"What of the alliance treaty?" Teal'c asked.
"Screw the treaty. I think that protecting this planet and the rest of the galaxy is more important."
Daniel shook his head. "It's not going to work, Jack. What's going to happen if we start making things based on Ancient technology? We aren't going to be able to keep that a secret from the Tok'ra. And when they find out what we've been hiding from them, that will be the end of the alliance."
"He's right, sir," Sam said. "The situation with the time device was completely different. We need to go back to the SGC and talk to General Hammond. We have some big decisions to make."
Because SG-1 would likely be gone until tomorrow, the scientists were brought back up. The team then made the long trip back to the gate.
In the debriefing that followed, General Hammond reluctantly agreed that leaving the lab intact would be too dangerous.
"Major, how long do you think it would take to retrieve all of the data in those computers?" he asked.
"That's really all going to depend on what kind of interface we can set up. First, we'd have to get some data storage units sent here, then devise a high speed interface for the transfer. We are talking about a massive amount of data, sir. It isn't going to be quick, not even with the fastest data transfer rate we can manage with our present technology. Ironically, the Tok'ra could probably help speed things up tremendously."
"What about the information Egeria's giving us?" Daniel asked. "Isn't there something that you could use?"
"Possibly, but we'd have to build it, which would also take time."
"I'm afraid that there is another concern as well," Hammond said, "a more domestic one. It is going to be necessary to tell Russia, China and the others about what we've discovered, and both the president and I agree that, once they find out about that lab and those weapons, not only will they want access to the lab, there is also going to be a problem with what is going to be done with the weapons."
"Well, it's not like they can use the weapons themselves," Jack responded.
"I doubt that they will take our word for that, Colonel. They're going to want some of the drones to study and most likely have some of their scientists study that chair as well."
"They can study them all they want," Daniel said. "It isn't going to change the fact that the drones cannot be controlled without the chair, and the chair cannot be operated by everyone who sits in it."
"Are you certain that there would be no way around that, Doctor?"
"Well, obviously, I can't be one hundred percent certain, but it's pretty clear that the Ancients put a lot of effort into making sure that not just anybody could get into that lab and operate those computers, so the same would be true for the chair. We are talking about the Ancients, after all, one of the most highly advanced races we've ever encountered."
Sam nodded. "Daniel's right, sir. Sure, we've managed to hack and backwards engineer Goa'uld technology, but Ancient technology is far more advanced. A science team spent days studying that Stargate that Orlin built in my basement, and they were unable to figure out how he did it, and he built it with things he got right here on Earth! To attempt to hack into that chair and get it to work for anyone would very likely be impossible. I couldn't even succeed in bypassing the safeguards and getting that lock on the door to the tower room to disengage."
Jack frowned. "Yes, you did."
"No, sir, I didn't. I thought I did, but the truth is that I had nothing to do with getting the door unlocked. It was Daniel who unlocked it when he touched the scanner."
"So, what you're saying is that we'll have this big, powerful Ancient weapon, but nobody except me and Daniel can make it work."
"I'm afraid so."
"Which could have its advantages," Daniel responded. "You can bet that the other counties are going to start fighting over where that weapon should be set up, but if Jack and I are the only ones who can make it work. . . ."
"Then it must remain in this country," Teal'c finished.
Hammond's head shook. "I'm afraid it isn't that black and while. Even if Colonel O'Neill and Doctor Jackson are the only ones who can operate it, it's doubtful that neither Russia nor China will agree to letting it remain here."
"Forgive me for saying this, General, but what are they going to do about it?" Jack asked. "Threaten to go to war if we don't agree to put it someplace else?"
"No, but don't forget, Jack, that the Stargate is being leased by us from Russia. If they felt it was necessary, they could threaten to break the lease."
"Crap. I forgot about that."
"So, what are we going to do?" Daniel asked.
"At this point, we're going to have to take things one step at a time and deal with what comes as it comes," the general replied. "Our top priority is to start downloading the information in those computers and remove the chair and drones."
Sam gave a nod. "Okay, then we need to get some data storage units here. We'll have to compress the data, of course. Then there's the interface to deal with."
"All right," Hammond said. "You had better get busy on that, then." He looked at Daniel, then Jack. "I'm afraid that there is another issue that may arise, specifically regarding the two of you."
"Oh, I'm not gonna like this, am I," Jack responded.
"Some people are going to want to know what makes me and Jack special," Daniel guessed.
"I am afraid so. They will most likely want DNA samples from both of you."
Jack grimaced. "And I suppose that saying no is not an option."
"This is not something we have to worry about now," Hammond said, "but it is going to come up eventually." He looked around at the members of SG-1. "I believe that's all for now, everyone. Dismissed."
Daniel went to Egeria's lab. She could tell right away that he was troubled and asked him what was wrong. He explained everything to her.
"It grieves you that you may have to sacrifice some of the knowledge in the lab," she said.
"Yes, it does. There is no guarantee that we'll be able to get access to the stuff in the repository, at least not safely. If we can't, then the information in those computers is even more important. The thought of destroying a big chunk of it. . . ." Daniel shook his head.
"Could not the Asgard help? Surely, they could download the data quite quickly."
"Oh, I'm sure they could, but would they be willing to give it all to us after they did? They might decide that it's too much for us to know."
"Do you intend to keep the knowledge of the lab's existence hidden from the Tok'ra until it has been destroyed?"
"Probably so." Daniel studied her closely. "Does that bother you?"
"A little, though I understand the wisdom of doing so. I have learned of the Zatarcs and of the traitors who have arisen within the Tok'ra ranks. It saddens me that some Tok'ra chose to betray our kind, but, in truth, it does not surprise me. Though the Tok'ra were not born with the knowledge of the Goa'uld and the evil inherent in that knowledge, it does not mean that no Tok'ra would be swayed by the thought of the power they could gain. They are not perfect."
Daniel nodded. "And there's also the fact that some of the Tok'ra are former Goa'uld who were converted. If the prize was big enough, any one of them could revert to their old way, and there wouldn't be a much bigger prize than access to the knowledge of the Ancients, which could give anyone a big edge over everyone else."
"I fear that you are right. You must do what is necessary to keep that knowledge out of the hands of the Goa'uld. If that means hiding its existence from the Tok'ra for a length of time, then that is what needs to be done. But what of the other countries of which you spoke? Will some of them not object to destroying the lab?"
"Probably so, but, fortunately, they don't really have a vote on what we do off-world. They might bitch about the lab being destroyed, but they can't prevent us from doing it. The real problem is going to be once we get that weapon and the knowledge we retrieve back to Earth. That's when the real circus is going to start. I don't envy the president and General Hammond on what they're going to have to deal with."
Since there was nothing Daniel could do until Sam was ready to go back to Egerania, he and Egeria took the next day off. They returned to Denver, this time going to the Lakeside Amusement Park, where Daniel got the unique privilege of seeing the former queen of the Tok'ra screaming like a teenager as they rode on a roller coaster.
While he enjoyed watching Egeria's reaction to all the rides, it was the simple, sedate Ferris wheel that became his favorite. During the first couple times around, Egeria sat close to him, her hand in his, gazing at the beautiful view of the lake and mountains. But then, at one point, she turned to him. And then they were kissing. They were oblivious to everything around them from that point on until they heard someone clearing their throat loudly. They turned to see the operator staring at them, a highly amused look on his face. Their faces flaming, they got off the Ferris wheel.
It was ten o'clock when they left the park. Egeria fell asleep on the way home. At the house, Daniel parked the car, then just sat and stared at her. He thought about how quickly she had come to mean more to him than everyone and everything else in the universe. He would give up everything for her and could not imagine living without her. He wanted to wake up every morning with her beside him. He wanted to have children with her.
He wanted to marry her.
The sudden thought caught Daniel by surprise. They'd only been in a romantic relationship for a little over two weeks, and he was already thinking about marriage? Okay, he really needed to slow down. There was no need to rush into such a big step. There would be plenty of time for that in the future.
Daniel gently awoke Egeria, and they went inside. After getting ready for bed, they snuggled under the covers.
"It's likely that we'll be going back to Egerania either tomorrow or the next day," Daniel said. "We're just waiting for the data storage units to arrive. Sam was going to be working on the interface today."
"How long do you think that you will be gone?"
"That's tough to say. We need to go through the records on the computers and decide what is top priority, then download the information. Two or three days would be my guess." Daniel paused for a few seconds. "Sam suggested that I ask General Hammond if you could come along."
Egeria lifted her head and looked at him. "I would like that. Do you think he would agree?"
"I don't see why not. You probably have more gate travel experience than all the SG teams combined."
"Then please do ask."
Daniel gave her a smile. "Okay, I will, first thing in the morning."
Hammond gave permission for Egeria to accompany SG-1 back to the ruins. She spent part of the morning gathering what she would take with her, which would include a laptop computer and several spare batteries. She was looking forward to the trip. Jack had stopped by and asked if she was going to enjoy "camping out" with SG-1. Then he asked if she'd ever had something called s'mores. When she told him that she didn't even know what that was, he smiled and said she'd love them.
Egeria, SG-1 and the team of scientists left the following morning. The former Tok'ra queen rode with Daniel on his ATV, which was quite an experience for her.
Once everyone except Jack and Teal'c were in the hidden lab, work started on interfacing with the computers and downloading what information they could. Daniel then began the task of scanning through the massive amount of data on the systems and telling the others what was there so that they could pick and choose what to copy. The first thing downloaded was the instructions for the repository. The second thing was all the information on the drone weapons. The scientists were disappointed that there were no schematics or technical specifications for the drones.
"Here's the information for how to get into the drone storage area," Daniel announced.
"We should take a look," Sam responded.
Daniel set the transporter, then he, Sam and one of the other scientists beamed up to the room inside the tower that held the drones. They studied one of the strange-looking things.
"You know what Jack's going to say when he sees those, don't you?" Daniel said. "He'll say they looks like dead squids."
Sam stared at the weapons. "You're right. They do sort of look like dead squids. We need to take one back with us."
They returned to the lab with one of the drones, then got back to work on the download.
It soon became apparent that, though there were plenty of references to various weapons, there were no actual instructions on how to build any of them, though there were instructions for some benign pieces of technology. Curious about why that was, Daniel did some checking and discovered that some information had been erased.
"Why would they do that?" asked Doctor Webster. "Nobody can get down here except people the sensor recognizes as being like the Ancients in some way."
"They must have believed that it needed to be done as a precaution, just in case someone got down here who shouldn't have been able to," Daniel replied. "A lot of people are going to be pretty unhappy about this."
Satisfied with the amount of data that they'd managed to download, the people down in the lab called it a day shortly before dinnertime. Egeria quite enjoyed the meal that followed half an hour later, but the food wasn't the reason. Throughout the meal, which took place around a campfire, the members of SG-1 chatted, drawing Egeria into the conversation. The conversation was mostly about missions in the past, specifically the humorous or embarrassing things that happened to the members of SG-1 or other teams.
"I must admit that I am quite curious about this Grandmother Meeka that Daniel mentioned and what she had to do with Colonel O'Neill," Egeria said.
Jack immediately pointed his finger at Daniel. "Don't you tell her!"
Egeria smiled slightly. "I swear that it will go no farther than me, Colonel." Her smile widened a bit. "If you wish, in exchange, I will tell you of an incident that occurred to Ba'al that was quite embarrassing and humiliating for him."
That caught Jack's attention. "Embarrassing to old Ba'al, huh? That I gotta hear." He thought about it for a moment. "Okay, you've got a deal." He returned his gaze to Daniel. "You tell her just the facts, you got it? No elaboration."
Daniel smiled. "I don't need to elaborate, Jack." He turned to the woman sitting beside him. "We were on a mission to M1K-902. The native population is human, but, due to a variety of factors, can live up to a hundred and forty years. They greeted us with open arms and, that night, threw a big feast for us. Among the libations was a home-brewed beer. Well, Jack took quite a liking to it and consumed a tankard in short order."
"It was a mug, not a tankard," Jack corrected.
Daniel looked at him. "I beg to differ, Jack."
"I have to agree with Daniel, sir," Sam said. "It was the approximate size of a tankard."
The colonel glared at her, but said nothing.
Daniel continued the tale. "Unbeknownst to Jack, the alcohol content in that beer was a whole lot higher than any beer brewed on Earth. I suspected that might be the case when he began to giggle."
"I did not giggle, Daniel! I never giggle."
The archeologist thought about it. "Okay, it was snickering, then."
"Tittering," Teal'c suggested.
"Maybe sniggering," Sam then said.
"One more synonym, and I'm reneging on our deal," Jack declared through clenched teeth.
Hiding his smile, Daniel resumed his narration. "Among the people at the feast was the great-great-grandmother of the chieftain, a lovely, elderly lady named Meeka who'd reached the ripe old age of one hundred ten years."
"I swear she didn't look a day over fifty!" Jack claimed.
"I disagree, O'Neill," Teal'c said. "If she was a human on Earth, I would have guessed her age to be approximately sixty of your years."
Daniel nodded. "Sixty, definitely, which, apparently to Jack in his inebriated state, wasn't too old for him to start hitting on her."
Egeria frowned slightly. "Hitting on her?"
"To pay unsolicited sexual attention to a person with whom you wish to have intercourse," Teal'c quite helpfully explained.
"Hey!" Jack squawked. "I did not want to have sex with her! I was just . . . being friendly."
"Sure you were, Jack," Daniel responded. "Anyway, fortunately, Meeka was quite flattered and probably also thought it was pretty funny, so Jack didn't end up getting skewered on the end of a spear. We were all quite relieved, however, when he passed out right after inviting Meeka to dance."
Egeria was now smiling. "And you took videos of this?"
"Oh, yes. I guessed that, someday, I might be glad that I did, and I was right."
Jack grumbled something under his breath. "All right, now you've told her. It's her turn."
All eyes turned to Egeria as she began to speak. "I did not witness this event personally, but I trust that it is true. Ba'al had heard about an enormous flying creature with the power to instantly teleport itself across great distances. He sent a legion of his best Jaffa to the planet to find the creature, but they failed to do so after searching for many days. Impatient, Ba'al decided to go there himself. Shortly after his arrival, they spotted a very large bird-like animal with a wingspan of at least forty feet. Guessing that it was the creature they sought, they attempted to capture it. The animal, however, objected to this and flew away. As it flew over Ba'al, it defecated on him."
Jack started to smile. "It pooped in him?"
"Yes. Considering the size of the animal, the quantity of feces must have been quite large."
Jack started to laugh, along with Sam and Daniel. Even Teal'c gave a little chuckle.
"Oh, God," Jack gasped after several seconds. "I would have given my paycheck to see that."
"What happened after that?" Daniel asked with a grin.
"Quite understandably, Ba'al was enraged. He returned to his ship and ordered it to fire upon the area and destroy it. Thankfully, before that could be done, he received word that his fleet was under attack by another Goa'uld and immediately departed. Several weeks later, he learned that the stories about the animal's power were completely unfounded, merely a tale told by superstitious natives."
"Okay, that was worth the trade," Jack said. "I am going to treasure the image of Ba'al with alien bird poop all over his face for the rest of my life." He rubbed his hands together. "So, everybody ready for some s'mores?"
Sam's face lit up. "You brought chocolate, marshmallows and graham crackers?"
"I certainly did. I figured that this being Egeria's first experience with camping out, we needed to introduce her to one of the finer things of camping."
The colonel retrieved the fixings from his pack, and Daniel showed Egeria how to make one of the treats.
When Egeria took her first bite, her eyes opened wide as the sweet, gooey goodness hit her tastebuds.
"Oh, my!" she exclaimed after swallowing. "This is delicious!" She took another bite.
"Yep, that's why they call them s'mores," Jack said. "Because, after eating one, you're asking for some more."
Egeria did, indeed, ask for some more after her first one was gone, as did everyone else.
Later that night in Daniel and Egeria's tent, both of them warm and content within their sleeping bag, the former Tok'ra queen laid her head upon the archeologist's shoulder.
"I very much enjoyed this day," she said.
"Yeah, me, too. It was great having you here."
"Perhaps, in the future, I can accompany you on other missions."
"If we go on one where we could use your help, General Hammond might agree to that, though not on one that could be dangerous."
Egeria kissed him. "Then I will hope that there are many missions in the future when my knowledge and skills will be of use."
With a little smile on his face, Daniel pulled her a little closer and closed his eyes, thinking that sleeping in a tent was a whole lot nicer with Egeria there beside him.
His presence hidden by a cloaking device, the Ashrak passed, unseen, through the checkpoint. He rode down the elevator to the lower levels of the base. In a restroom stall he turned off the cloaking device to reveal that he was dressed as a USAF captain. Upon exiting the restroom, he asked someone for the location of the person he was seeking and learned that they were on an off-world mission. He did not recognize the name of the planet, so he found an unattended computer and got the coordinates.
After reactivating the cloaking device, the Ashrak left the base as invisibly as he'd arrived. He walked the mile to where his cloaked ship sat waiting for him. After leaving Earth's atmosphere, he jumped into hyperspace. In a matter of hours he would reach his destination. Then Egeria, the former queen of the Tok'ra, would die.
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