Stargate SG1: Suffer the Little Children (13/19)
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Chapter Thirteen
Jack froze in place when he heard Phillips on the other end of the line. Teal'c and Hammond stepped closer to him. He heard the distant sound of fingers clicking rapidly on a computer keyboard. That had to mean that Sam and Doug were in the system together, and he could only hope they were making progress.
Though in light of the recent development, he found himself beginning to doubt that their efforts would do any good at all.
"What about Cassandra? Would you like to talk to her, too?"
"You son of a bitch," Jack growled. "Let them go."
"Cassandra!"
Daniel flinched when Phillips yelled, closing his eyes and ducking his head. He heard a car door opening, very slowly, and he dared to look up. Cassie was walking down the side of the car toward him. The brightness of the moon allowed him to see her clearly, reflecting from the tear stains on her face and the fresh tears in her eyes.
Daniel shook his head as he tried to push himself up on one arm that refused to cooperate and another that suddenly seemed too weak to support his weight. "No," he gasped out. "Cassie, don't..."
A foot impacted with his ribs with enough force to lift him up before he fell back to the ground again. He felt the rocks cutting into his palms as he tried to catch himself, and he couldn't suppress a shout of pain.
He heard Phillips' voice, almost more terrifying in its sudden false sweetness than it was in anger. "Cassandra, I need your help. Colonel O'Neill is on the phone, and you see, he really wants to speak to Daniel. But Daniel's busy and can't talk right now. So why don't you talk to the Colonel instead? You can tell him how busy Daniel is." He pushed the phone into her hand before turning toward Daniel. "Tell him what you see."
Daniel heard Phillips' feet crunching in the gravel as he approached, and he tried to pull himself away. Phillips stopped his movement quite effectively by stepping on his lower right leg, grinding his ankle painfully into the loose rocks.
Daniel shouted in pain and tried to pull his foot away, but it was a useless gesture.
"Tell him what you see, Cassandra!" Phillips commanded. He punctuated the order by kicking Daniel in the ribs again.
"Tell him!"
Jack could hear Cassie crying, and he wanted nothing more than to reach through the phone and cause serious damage to the man who was making her. He was beyond angry, frustrated, scared and - above all else - helpless, and he hated it. He wanted to shoot someone, punch something, do anything... but all he could do was pace, concentrate on the phone call, and force himself to speak gently.
"Cassie?" Jack heard the sudden intake of breath from Sam's location, and he heard Hammond order Teal'c to go get Janet from the infirmary. He couldn't allow himself to be distracted by them. This was obviously going to be their only chance to get information directly; he had to get as much information from Cassie as he could. "Cass?"
"Yes?"
"Cass, honey, are you all right? Are you hurt?"
"N... no," came the hesitant answer. "I'm okay." She was whimpering even as she talked, trying to be brave but still just a very young girl who should never have had to go through this. Jack tried to focus all of his attention on her, tried to ignore Daniel's shouts in the background... but failed miserably.
"Cassie, what's going on? Where's Daniel?"
"On the road. Daniel's in the road." Cassie stopped and swallowed hard. "He... he wants me to..."
"Tell him what you see, Cassandra!" Jack heard Phillips yell at her. "Tell him!"
"He... he's hurting him again..." Cassie's voice was broken with sobs, and Jack's heart broke for her. This was nothing but a game to Phillips - a sick, twisted game - and he was forcing them all to play by his rules. "He's kicking him... kicking Daniel..." Her words faded away again, and for several seconds all Jack heard through the phone were grunts of pain.
"I don't like this!" Cassie shouted suddenly. "I won't do this any more!"
"Damn it, Cassandra!" he heard Phillips shout.
"Cassie, listen to me!" Jack said hurriedly. He could imagine Phillips storming toward her to snatch the phone from her hand. He didn't have long to tell her what she needed to hear. "We're looking for you, do you understand? We're looking for you, and we're going to find you, and you're going to be okay. Daniel will be, too. Do you hear me? Cassie?"
"Yes," Cassie said softly.
Jack heard a rustling noise and a muttered curse.
"So, Colonel, you didn't answer me. Just how badly do you want to hear his voice?"
"Bastard!"
"Do you want to hear him badly enough that you would listen to him scream, Colonel? Do you want to hear him scream my name?"
Daniel rolled onto his back slowly, fighting down the wave of nausea that the movement caused. His ribs were throbbing, and his head was pounding, but at least he was awake now. He wrapped his right arm around his mid-section and kept his left arm pressed tightly to his side. The kicks had hurt, there was no denying that, but Daniel knew that they could have, and probably should have, been worse.
The man had hauled him out of the trunk and thrown him at least six feet without even breathing hard. If he'd used his full power when he'd kicked him, Daniel doubted that he'd have any ribs left at all. As it was, though his ribs were most definitely painful, and though he was certain he'd be covered in bruises soon, he didn't think he'd broken any.
Daniel heard Phillips talking over by the car, he heard Cassie crying, and he turned his head carefully. Cassie was looking right at him with tears streaming down her face. He ached for her, for the position she found herself in. He knew exactly what she was going through, to be as young as she was and to have to stand by while someone she loved was hurting.
He smiled at her, hoping to reassure her that, for the time being at least, he was all right. She didn't smile back, not that he'd actually expected her too. He closed his eyes with the smile still on his face.
They snapped back open when he heard Phillips' approaching him again, still talking to Jack.
"Do you want to hear him scream my name?"
Daniel shook his head soundlessly and tried to push himself away. He didn't know what was coming but from the sound of Phillips' voice, he knew it was going to be bad.
"Now, you may not be able to hear this very well, Colonel. It might not be loud enough for you to hear through the phone, but I'll do my best."
"No..." Daniel protested.
He was still trying to move away, but his muscles weren't cooperating at all. When Phillips lifted his left foot up from the ground, Daniel braced himself for another blow to his ribs. It was only at the very last second that he realized that the foot was going the wrong direction, and it was far closer to his shoulder than it was to his ribs.
He knew it was coming, and he tried to prepare himself for it. But when Phillips' foot came down on his collarbone, when the man's heel dug into his ravaged shoulder, when Phillips leaned down and held the cellphone right in front of his mouth, the scream that ripped itself from his throat didn't even sound human.
"Daniel!"
All other activity in the Briefing Room stopped at Jack's outburst; even Doug was silent on the speakerphone. Jack had gone deathly pale, his eyes were wild, and he was visibly shaking. He was standing in front of them, gripping the table for support, and saying nothing. None of them could even begin to imagine what he was hearing, and he had no desire to describe it to them.
'God, how much longer can he scream like that?' Jack thought. What the hell was Phillips doing to him? It was all Jack could hear - it filled his ears and his mind and blocked everything else out.
As hard as this was for Jack to listen to, how hard did it have to be for Daniel to go through it? Daniel was lying on the cold, hard ground somewhere, in pain, alone, save for a twelve year old girl who was being forced to stand witness to it all.
There was nothing Jack could do about what was happening, but maybe he could make it so Daniel didn't feel so alone. He knew Phillips was holding the phone close to Daniel, because he wanted Jack to hear every last scream, but Jack knew how to use that to his advantage. And maybe, just maybe, if he could get Daniel to focus on him, he could take back at least some small measure of control.
"Daniel!" Jack yelled again. "Daniel, listen to me!"
Daniel's throat was raw and sore, and his shoulder hurt more than he could ever have imagined it would. Tears rolled down his cheeks unchecked and his back arched up from the ground. He struggled weakly against the man above him, pressing his right hand weakly against the foot that held him pinned to the ground.
He didn't know how much more of this he could take.
He was so wrapped up in the pain that he almost didn't hear the other voice. It was a small sound, tinny and distant, and it didn't sound at all like it should have. This voice should be strong and defiant, not frantic and desperate. All the same, he forced himself to focus on it. This voice he knew - this voice was safe.
"Daniel, listen to me!"
He knew that he had to obey that voice. Jack... Jack had given him an order, and he had to follow it.
"Daniel!"
It took everything Daniel had to force the name past his lips, for his mind to take control of his voice and say something real.
"Jack!"
The second he said it, the pressure on - and the pain in - his shoulder nearly doubled. He couldn't breathe; he couldn't think. All he could do was bat his right hand uselessly against Phillips' leg as his body tried to pull away from the agony.
He heard Phillips angry voice above him. "No, Daniel. You scream my name. Beg me to stop, Daniel. Scream for me!"
Daniel shook his head and refused to obey. He wouldn't take orders from this man.
"Jack! Help me!"
"I'm trying!" Jack answered desperately. "Believe me, Daniel, I'm trying."
Daniel's screams were starting to fade, but whether it was because Phillips had stopped whatever he was doing or because Daniel just couldn't scream any more, Jack didn't know. He hoped it was the former, but for some reason, he doubted it. Was Daniel giving up?
Jack wouldn't - couldn't - let that happen.
"Listen to me, Daniel! I will find you! No matter what happens, you keep fighting and you stay alive, and I will find you. I swear!"
"Do you hear me, Daniel? Do you understand?"
Jack was coming. Whatever happened between now and then didn't matter, because Jack was coming.
This was going to end, but it wasn't going to end here, and it wasn't going to end like this.
Whether it was a surge of adrenaline, or anger, or protectiveness of Cassie, Daniel couldn't say, but something made him stop trying to crawl away. Something made him stare up at Phillips with hatred in his eyes instead of fear. Something made his right hand grab Phillips' left ankle and knock it sideways.
"Get off of me!"
Phillips was completely unprepared for the possibility that Daniel might actually fight back. The sudden shift in balance threw all of his weight onto his right leg so fast that his knee buckled. Before he had even realized he was falling, he was hitting the ground.
Daniel used the last of his momentum to roll to his stomach. His left arm dangled uselessly at his side, and pain shot from his shoulder all the way to his fingers and down his back, as he pushed himself up from the ground. He rose to his knees, grabbed his shoulder with his right hand, and was just starting to raise his head when he felt Phillips standing over him again.
"That was stupid, Daniel."
Daniel saw the phone lying on the ground in front of him, but he didn't hear anything coming from it. Hoping that it hadn't gotten disconnected when Phillips dropped it, Daniel pulled the last of his remaining strength together and used it to reach out to his lifeline one last time.
"Jack!"
Daniel did see the fist coming this time, but after it hit, he didn't see anything at all.
Jack heard Daniel shout his name one last time, followed by a grunt, and then nothing. He hated not being able to see what was going on, hated not knowing what had just happened.
"Daniel?" he asked hopefully, though he seriously doubted that it would be Daniel's voice answering him.
"I'm sorry, Colonel. Daniel can't come to the phone right now."
"Damn you!"
"Have you ever noticed how beautiful the boy is when he's sleeping?"
The question came seemingly from nowhere, but Jack knew that Phillips had intended it to cause a panicked response. Unfortunately for Phillips, though, it had quite the opposite effect. Jack wasn't shaking any more, and the color had returned to his cheeks. He'd banished the desperation from his mind and replaced it with determination and hatred. For Daniel's sake, and Cassie's, Jack had to return to doing what it was that he did best, and he had no compunction about it.
"I am going to kill you," Jack said evenly. "You know that, don't you?"
Phillips actually laughed, and Jack's blood boiled. "Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Colonel, but that phone trace you're doing?" Jack's back straightened; of course Phillips would know they were tracing the call. Whatever else he was, the man was an FBI agent, and he knew the technology that they had at their disposal. "It won't work. We are still far from our final destination, my friends and I, and you will never find him in time."
Jack didn't want to give the man any more power than he already held, but he couldn't stop himself from asking the question. "Wait... just him?"
"You don't need to worry about little Cassie at all, Colonel. She'll be home in a few days, and she'll be just fine."
"Then why did you take her?"
"It's a circle, Colonel. Daniel watched Jenny die in his place. Cassie will watch Daniel die in hers."
Jack was actually stunned into silence.
"He really is so beautiful," Phillips continued. The wistful tone of his voice made Jack grit his teeth so hard that his jaws hurt. "But then, he always has been. Oh, if you could only see him the way I do, Colonel. If you'd seen him when he was a child..."
"You sick son of a bitch! He was a little boy!"
"Yes, he was," Phillips answered. "He was an amazingly beautiful child. That was the point."
Jack couldn't even begin to think of an appropriate response to that.
"I'll be going now, Colonel."
There was a loud thump, followed by a high-pitched squeal, and then the phone went dead.
"God damn it!" Jack shouted. He hurled the phone across the room as hard as he could, turning away before it impacted with the wall and fell to the floor.
"Find them!" he ordered, spinning around to point his finger at Sam. "Find them now!"
Jack stormed out of the room, only pausing to slam his fist into the wall before pushing his way past the returning Teal'c and a frantic Janet Fraiser.
Chapter Thirteen
Jack froze in place when he heard Phillips on the other end of the line. Teal'c and Hammond stepped closer to him. He heard the distant sound of fingers clicking rapidly on a computer keyboard. That had to mean that Sam and Doug were in the system together, and he could only hope they were making progress.
Though in light of the recent development, he found himself beginning to doubt that their efforts would do any good at all.
"What about Cassandra? Would you like to talk to her, too?"
"You son of a bitch," Jack growled. "Let them go."
"Cassandra!"
Daniel flinched when Phillips yelled, closing his eyes and ducking his head. He heard a car door opening, very slowly, and he dared to look up. Cassie was walking down the side of the car toward him. The brightness of the moon allowed him to see her clearly, reflecting from the tear stains on her face and the fresh tears in her eyes.
Daniel shook his head as he tried to push himself up on one arm that refused to cooperate and another that suddenly seemed too weak to support his weight. "No," he gasped out. "Cassie, don't..."
A foot impacted with his ribs with enough force to lift him up before he fell back to the ground again. He felt the rocks cutting into his palms as he tried to catch himself, and he couldn't suppress a shout of pain.
He heard Phillips' voice, almost more terrifying in its sudden false sweetness than it was in anger. "Cassandra, I need your help. Colonel O'Neill is on the phone, and you see, he really wants to speak to Daniel. But Daniel's busy and can't talk right now. So why don't you talk to the Colonel instead? You can tell him how busy Daniel is." He pushed the phone into her hand before turning toward Daniel. "Tell him what you see."
Daniel heard Phillips' feet crunching in the gravel as he approached, and he tried to pull himself away. Phillips stopped his movement quite effectively by stepping on his lower right leg, grinding his ankle painfully into the loose rocks.
Daniel shouted in pain and tried to pull his foot away, but it was a useless gesture.
"Tell him what you see, Cassandra!" Phillips commanded. He punctuated the order by kicking Daniel in the ribs again.
"Tell him!"
Jack could hear Cassie crying, and he wanted nothing more than to reach through the phone and cause serious damage to the man who was making her. He was beyond angry, frustrated, scared and - above all else - helpless, and he hated it. He wanted to shoot someone, punch something, do anything... but all he could do was pace, concentrate on the phone call, and force himself to speak gently.
"Cassie?" Jack heard the sudden intake of breath from Sam's location, and he heard Hammond order Teal'c to go get Janet from the infirmary. He couldn't allow himself to be distracted by them. This was obviously going to be their only chance to get information directly; he had to get as much information from Cassie as he could. "Cass?"
"Yes?"
"Cass, honey, are you all right? Are you hurt?"
"N... no," came the hesitant answer. "I'm okay." She was whimpering even as she talked, trying to be brave but still just a very young girl who should never have had to go through this. Jack tried to focus all of his attention on her, tried to ignore Daniel's shouts in the background... but failed miserably.
"Cassie, what's going on? Where's Daniel?"
"On the road. Daniel's in the road." Cassie stopped and swallowed hard. "He... he wants me to..."
"Tell him what you see, Cassandra!" Jack heard Phillips yell at her. "Tell him!"
"He... he's hurting him again..." Cassie's voice was broken with sobs, and Jack's heart broke for her. This was nothing but a game to Phillips - a sick, twisted game - and he was forcing them all to play by his rules. "He's kicking him... kicking Daniel..." Her words faded away again, and for several seconds all Jack heard through the phone were grunts of pain.
"I don't like this!" Cassie shouted suddenly. "I won't do this any more!"
"Damn it, Cassandra!" he heard Phillips shout.
"Cassie, listen to me!" Jack said hurriedly. He could imagine Phillips storming toward her to snatch the phone from her hand. He didn't have long to tell her what she needed to hear. "We're looking for you, do you understand? We're looking for you, and we're going to find you, and you're going to be okay. Daniel will be, too. Do you hear me? Cassie?"
"Yes," Cassie said softly.
Jack heard a rustling noise and a muttered curse.
"So, Colonel, you didn't answer me. Just how badly do you want to hear his voice?"
"Bastard!"
"Do you want to hear him badly enough that you would listen to him scream, Colonel? Do you want to hear him scream my name?"
Daniel rolled onto his back slowly, fighting down the wave of nausea that the movement caused. His ribs were throbbing, and his head was pounding, but at least he was awake now. He wrapped his right arm around his mid-section and kept his left arm pressed tightly to his side. The kicks had hurt, there was no denying that, but Daniel knew that they could have, and probably should have, been worse.
The man had hauled him out of the trunk and thrown him at least six feet without even breathing hard. If he'd used his full power when he'd kicked him, Daniel doubted that he'd have any ribs left at all. As it was, though his ribs were most definitely painful, and though he was certain he'd be covered in bruises soon, he didn't think he'd broken any.
Daniel heard Phillips talking over by the car, he heard Cassie crying, and he turned his head carefully. Cassie was looking right at him with tears streaming down her face. He ached for her, for the position she found herself in. He knew exactly what she was going through, to be as young as she was and to have to stand by while someone she loved was hurting.
He smiled at her, hoping to reassure her that, for the time being at least, he was all right. She didn't smile back, not that he'd actually expected her too. He closed his eyes with the smile still on his face.
They snapped back open when he heard Phillips' approaching him again, still talking to Jack.
"Do you want to hear him scream my name?"
Daniel shook his head soundlessly and tried to push himself away. He didn't know what was coming but from the sound of Phillips' voice, he knew it was going to be bad.
"Now, you may not be able to hear this very well, Colonel. It might not be loud enough for you to hear through the phone, but I'll do my best."
"No..." Daniel protested.
He was still trying to move away, but his muscles weren't cooperating at all. When Phillips lifted his left foot up from the ground, Daniel braced himself for another blow to his ribs. It was only at the very last second that he realized that the foot was going the wrong direction, and it was far closer to his shoulder than it was to his ribs.
He knew it was coming, and he tried to prepare himself for it. But when Phillips' foot came down on his collarbone, when the man's heel dug into his ravaged shoulder, when Phillips leaned down and held the cellphone right in front of his mouth, the scream that ripped itself from his throat didn't even sound human.
"Daniel!"
All other activity in the Briefing Room stopped at Jack's outburst; even Doug was silent on the speakerphone. Jack had gone deathly pale, his eyes were wild, and he was visibly shaking. He was standing in front of them, gripping the table for support, and saying nothing. None of them could even begin to imagine what he was hearing, and he had no desire to describe it to them.
'God, how much longer can he scream like that?' Jack thought. What the hell was Phillips doing to him? It was all Jack could hear - it filled his ears and his mind and blocked everything else out.
As hard as this was for Jack to listen to, how hard did it have to be for Daniel to go through it? Daniel was lying on the cold, hard ground somewhere, in pain, alone, save for a twelve year old girl who was being forced to stand witness to it all.
There was nothing Jack could do about what was happening, but maybe he could make it so Daniel didn't feel so alone. He knew Phillips was holding the phone close to Daniel, because he wanted Jack to hear every last scream, but Jack knew how to use that to his advantage. And maybe, just maybe, if he could get Daniel to focus on him, he could take back at least some small measure of control.
"Daniel!" Jack yelled again. "Daniel, listen to me!"
Daniel's throat was raw and sore, and his shoulder hurt more than he could ever have imagined it would. Tears rolled down his cheeks unchecked and his back arched up from the ground. He struggled weakly against the man above him, pressing his right hand weakly against the foot that held him pinned to the ground.
He didn't know how much more of this he could take.
He was so wrapped up in the pain that he almost didn't hear the other voice. It was a small sound, tinny and distant, and it didn't sound at all like it should have. This voice should be strong and defiant, not frantic and desperate. All the same, he forced himself to focus on it. This voice he knew - this voice was safe.
"Daniel, listen to me!"
He knew that he had to obey that voice. Jack... Jack had given him an order, and he had to follow it.
"Daniel!"
It took everything Daniel had to force the name past his lips, for his mind to take control of his voice and say something real.
"Jack!"
The second he said it, the pressure on - and the pain in - his shoulder nearly doubled. He couldn't breathe; he couldn't think. All he could do was bat his right hand uselessly against Phillips' leg as his body tried to pull away from the agony.
He heard Phillips angry voice above him. "No, Daniel. You scream my name. Beg me to stop, Daniel. Scream for me!"
Daniel shook his head and refused to obey. He wouldn't take orders from this man.
"Jack! Help me!"
"I'm trying!" Jack answered desperately. "Believe me, Daniel, I'm trying."
Daniel's screams were starting to fade, but whether it was because Phillips had stopped whatever he was doing or because Daniel just couldn't scream any more, Jack didn't know. He hoped it was the former, but for some reason, he doubted it. Was Daniel giving up?
Jack wouldn't - couldn't - let that happen.
"Listen to me, Daniel! I will find you! No matter what happens, you keep fighting and you stay alive, and I will find you. I swear!"
"Do you hear me, Daniel? Do you understand?"
Jack was coming. Whatever happened between now and then didn't matter, because Jack was coming.
This was going to end, but it wasn't going to end here, and it wasn't going to end like this.
Whether it was a surge of adrenaline, or anger, or protectiveness of Cassie, Daniel couldn't say, but something made him stop trying to crawl away. Something made him stare up at Phillips with hatred in his eyes instead of fear. Something made his right hand grab Phillips' left ankle and knock it sideways.
"Get off of me!"
Phillips was completely unprepared for the possibility that Daniel might actually fight back. The sudden shift in balance threw all of his weight onto his right leg so fast that his knee buckled. Before he had even realized he was falling, he was hitting the ground.
Daniel used the last of his momentum to roll to his stomach. His left arm dangled uselessly at his side, and pain shot from his shoulder all the way to his fingers and down his back, as he pushed himself up from the ground. He rose to his knees, grabbed his shoulder with his right hand, and was just starting to raise his head when he felt Phillips standing over him again.
"That was stupid, Daniel."
Daniel saw the phone lying on the ground in front of him, but he didn't hear anything coming from it. Hoping that it hadn't gotten disconnected when Phillips dropped it, Daniel pulled the last of his remaining strength together and used it to reach out to his lifeline one last time.
"Jack!"
Daniel did see the fist coming this time, but after it hit, he didn't see anything at all.
Jack heard Daniel shout his name one last time, followed by a grunt, and then nothing. He hated not being able to see what was going on, hated not knowing what had just happened.
"Daniel?" he asked hopefully, though he seriously doubted that it would be Daniel's voice answering him.
"I'm sorry, Colonel. Daniel can't come to the phone right now."
"Damn you!"
"Have you ever noticed how beautiful the boy is when he's sleeping?"
The question came seemingly from nowhere, but Jack knew that Phillips had intended it to cause a panicked response. Unfortunately for Phillips, though, it had quite the opposite effect. Jack wasn't shaking any more, and the color had returned to his cheeks. He'd banished the desperation from his mind and replaced it with determination and hatred. For Daniel's sake, and Cassie's, Jack had to return to doing what it was that he did best, and he had no compunction about it.
"I am going to kill you," Jack said evenly. "You know that, don't you?"
Phillips actually laughed, and Jack's blood boiled. "Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Colonel, but that phone trace you're doing?" Jack's back straightened; of course Phillips would know they were tracing the call. Whatever else he was, the man was an FBI agent, and he knew the technology that they had at their disposal. "It won't work. We are still far from our final destination, my friends and I, and you will never find him in time."
Jack didn't want to give the man any more power than he already held, but he couldn't stop himself from asking the question. "Wait... just him?"
"You don't need to worry about little Cassie at all, Colonel. She'll be home in a few days, and she'll be just fine."
"Then why did you take her?"
"It's a circle, Colonel. Daniel watched Jenny die in his place. Cassie will watch Daniel die in hers."
Jack was actually stunned into silence.
"He really is so beautiful," Phillips continued. The wistful tone of his voice made Jack grit his teeth so hard that his jaws hurt. "But then, he always has been. Oh, if you could only see him the way I do, Colonel. If you'd seen him when he was a child..."
"You sick son of a bitch! He was a little boy!"
"Yes, he was," Phillips answered. "He was an amazingly beautiful child. That was the point."
Jack couldn't even begin to think of an appropriate response to that.
"I'll be going now, Colonel."
There was a loud thump, followed by a high-pitched squeal, and then the phone went dead.
"God damn it!" Jack shouted. He hurled the phone across the room as hard as he could, turning away before it impacted with the wall and fell to the floor.
"Find them!" he ordered, spinning around to point his finger at Sam. "Find them now!"
Jack stormed out of the room, only pausing to slam his fist into the wall before pushing his way past the returning Teal'c and a frantic Janet Fraiser.