A/N Wattpad version of this scene has involved seperating a few sentences from a paragraph then slicing said paragraph in half.

It was a sudden, abrupt change in Smith's schedule.

He didn't get told why he was being transported but it started to seem likely that the United States decided to use him one last time in the field. The very thought of it made his stomach twist and turn. The restrictive belly chain, the leg shackles, and the cuffs were highly uncomfortable. He thought that he had dealt the last of them on his arrival to the military prison. Turned out he was wrong. The window showed a tunnel to a mountain and it became pitch black in the gray prison transport van. He turned his attention off facing the wall tapping his fingers together. A feeling began to sink further into his gut. Could it be exactly what Burnfield had warned him before his death? Being used once more as a expendable asset? The hatred for his skills and at himself only grew. His head felt hot, heated, and his hands were trembling with sweat coming down his skin. He wanted to rip the shackles off into pieces and forcibly break off his restraints then run fast as he could to freedom.

Far, far, far away from this 'Stargate'.

The very facts to this 'Stargate' had been boiled down to a circular sphere discovered outside a pyramid in Gaza.

He wasn't alone in the prison transport featuring three men who were smoking cigarettes.

It was hard to enjoy the company when the smoke drifted into his face and he couldn't wave the smoke off.

"Mad about being used?" The lieutenant across from him asked.

"So should you," Smith said, turning his attention toward the light brown man.

"I don't know about that," the lieutenant replied, between puffs from his cigarette. "serving my country for good rather than for the bad would be a dream come true."

"I can't serve my country in shackles," Smith said. "I can't ever serve it ever again, and you know that, sir."

The smoke came out of the cigarette then came toward his face so Smith coughed.

"That's what they all say," came the officer. "They are always wrong."

"I heard they die because of these shackles," Smith said.

"Really think so?" The lieutenant asked.

"I heard it from the most reliable source," Smith said.

"Sources lie," came the vague reply.

The van came to a stop in the dark. The doors to the van was then opened by the two men in the back. Smith was guided out of the van then into the cold room. He felt stiff in his knees and below that felt like that they needed to be popped to relax. He was unable to relax as he shuffled toward the doorway leading into the tunnel. He turned around then faced the stationary van. The doors closed on him from Earth then into the bright orange intense room. The elevator rolled down humming as it went. Smith was visibly trembling between the two officers. The door opened to a long gray hall with two officers in camouflage uniforms with subtle differences that stood out to Smith.

Smith's feet firmly planted into the ground as his alarms went up.

They were aliens.

The two officers towed Smith out of the elevator as he cried, "No, no, no, no, no, I don't want to die! Please, take me back! Take me back! TAKE ME BACK!"

He was shoved into the arms of the two officers then they went into the elevator and he was left in their arms. He looked over his shoulder watching the doors to life close behind him much to his horror. He was taken into another elevator while trying to squirm out of their grip to no avail. The doors to the elevator closed behind the three. The elevator rolled down further into the facility humming along as the convict's pleas became distant but gradually becoming more frantic than before. The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. He was dragged out of the elevator between his pleas falling into the arms of two officers and he was lead away into the next elevator. The cycle repeated itself for the third time. Smith was terrified as the elevator came to the final stop. The hair all over his skin raised as his face twisted and the door opened to a long hall that had two officers standing side by side sharing a striking resemblance to the alien individuals by his side then he was handed off to them. He was gently towed away from the elevator then guided down the hall. The lights went out in the hall that made Smith scream. A minute later the power jerked back on into the facility with a loud hum. He can feel the ground trembling beneath his feet like there was something strong powering up from within the building. The walk to where they wanted to take him was taken going at his speed.

Smith was towed to a large set of doors that opened before him.

He came to a abrupt stop in his tracks when he saw a massive, wide circular gate.

A familiar shape that wasn't embedded in a cliff drawing a look of horror from him.

There were a group assembled huddled in a circle then faced the man.

They were more human the other ones that had brought him down except for individuals with unmistakenable pointy ears, green pigments on their cheeks that contrasted against their light brown skin in a green uniform that had a dark vest and baseball hats. His eyes focused on the blue body of water set inside the gate. Two of the officers from the group then approached him and helped him up the ramp at a reasonable pace. The leader and her friend went into the gate vanishing before Smith's eyes.

He looked over his shoulder to see a familiar face, Jack O'Niell, but older and gray in a general's uniform. He can see the man's heavily disappointed look focused down on Smith's figure standing while alongside a younger man by his side wearing glasses. Smith turned his attention off the window toward the gate continuing his difficult walk forward. He came face to face with the giant body of water looking at it it in a intimidated manner easily showing his awe and curiosity at once. He closed his eyes taking in a deep breath then dipped in forward.