Day 8, Evening, Conference Room B, Attn: Sheppard, anyone

[jahjackson]

Jack had inhaled lunch and returned to his duties. He'd spent most of the day peering at the data from the wraith planet. There hadn't been any significant anomalies in the scan results, so it was down to visual checking. There were footpaths throughout the area where the mountain-slash-ship had been and he spent a good deal of time tracing them to

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[jsheppard_usaf]

In his quarters, John looked up from where he was searching through his stash of contraband. He'd just found something to apologize to Rodney with, but he guessed it would have to wait...maybe. He grabbed a plastic baggy as he answered his radio.

"Go ahead, Jackson."

[jahjackson]

"Um. I'm assuming there were no signs of human habitation on the wraith planet?" Jack asked.

[jsheppard_usaf]

"No lifesigns, no." John finished filling the bags, then froze. That was a really odd question to be asking. He stuffed the bags into his pocket, and stood up. "Hold on, I'll be there in a minute."

John hustled through the corridors, and arrived shortly after. "What's up?"

[jahjackson]

"Sir," Jack greeted, then nodded at the screen. "That's what's up. There's no one there, but..." He forwarded the video a bit to a clothesline with clothes still on it and a garden, well-weeded except for a few small interlopers. "...I'm guessing it was recently inhabited."

[jsheppard_usaf]

"What the hell?" John studied the image, and waved for Jackson to keep scrolling. "How close to the hive was it?"