Paul kicked Lee's leg. "Let's go, all of you get up. It's time to go."

"Five more minutes," Lee grumbled. "I'm not ready to get up or be turned over to the Alliance. Can I at least get a cup of coffee first?"

"What is she babbling about?"

He looked over his shoulder at his sister. "I don't have a clue." He grabbed Lee's arm and hauled her to her feet before he turned and did the same with Van and Oliver. When he turned to yank Mal up he was already on his feet. "Perfect, move it. Try anything and I'll shoot you."

"Doesn't that defeat the purpose of capturing us to turn us over to the Alliance?" Lee asked.

"They prefer you alive but dead isn't out of the question, it just pays less." He shrugged and gave her a shove out the door.

"Josi, bring their gear, the Alliance will pay extra for it!" Betty called to the man Lee had dubbed Rob.

Lee frowned at Paul and shook her head. Well, it was nice to know the Alliance considered that getting them alive was a better deal than dead. Though, she assumed that Nesrin wanted them alive so she could torture them for information and then kill them herself. Lee glanced sidelong at Mal who was whistling as they wove their way through a series of back alleys. "Colonel?"

"Yes, Captain?"

"Are you whistling Led Zeppelin?"

"Possibly." He grinned.

She shook her head then shot Van a look when she realized he was singing quietly. "Really, Van?"

"Sorry, for some reason it's the only thing I can remember the words to right now."

"Great, thanks now it's stuck in my head. Stupid Disney, stupid Elsa and her stupid powers," she muttered.

"All of you shut up! No whistling and no singing!" Betty yelled. "I can't wait until this is over." Lee heard her grumble.

Paul walked on one side of them and Rob on the other, both with their weapons trained on them. She didn't see a way out of this. Beside her Mal stumbled, crashed into Paul and sent him sprawling to the ground. The moment she saw Paul go down, she spun and roundhouse kicked Rob upside the head. He staggered two steps before he dropped.

"What the hell?" Betty swung around and lifted her weapon. She released a strangled cry and fell.

Lee grinned at Mal when she saw that he had Paul's weapon. "Nice job, Colonel. Now what?"

"Now we get the hell out of this place."

"How do we do that?" She gestured to a nearby wall and the wanted posters that hung there. "I think it's quite possible there are more people out there looking for us."

"Excellent point." He grinned down at the three bounty hunters. "I think our girl Betty is about your size."

She frowned. "Excuse me?"

"We dress as them and march toward the Gate."

"There is one flaw in your plan," Oliver told him.

"And what is that?"

"There's three of them and four of us."

He shrugged. "Then the fourth person is our captive."

"That would be you," Lee told him.

"Why me?"

"Because you are the leader of SG-1," Lee replied as she yanked Betty's boots off. "It can't be Oliver because he's not wanted by the Alliance."

"I'm wanted," Van told her and held up a hand.

"Yes, you are but Mal is worth more."

Van stabbed a finger at her. "You're worth the most."

She raised her brows. "All right, which one of you is going to fit into Betty's clothes then, I'd switch places in a heartbeat to see one of you in these skintight leather pants."

Van backed up a step. "Right, that is all you."

She turned away with a nod and finished stripping off Betty's clothes before she ducked into a small, narrow alley off the main alleyway to change. When she returned, Oliver and Van were dressed in Paul and Rob's clothes and Mal's hands were bound in front of him.

Mal looked at them. "All right, we head straight for the Gate. Don't stop and don't talk to anyone."

Lee stuffed her clothes and the rest of her gear into her pack and picked it up. "Do you think anyone is going to question us about the gear?"

Mal shrugged. "If they do then you tell them the Alliance is willing to pay a little extra for our stuff. That is what Betty said."

She nodded and began walking. Mal fell into step behind her and Van and Oliver brought up the rear. People glanced at them as they passed but no one seemed interested enough to give them more than a brief, curious look before they went back to whatever it was they were doing. They moved out of the ramshackle city and headed for the Gate.

"So far so good," Oliver murmured.

Lee glanced back and cursed. "Not quite we're being followed."

Oliver twisted around to look back toward the city. "How do you know they're following us? Maybe they just happened to be going this way."

"If you believe that, Ollie, I have a beautiful, antique statue that is currently situated in New York harbor that I'd love to sell you."

"Funny, Lee"

She turned around and quickened her pace. "Dammit."

Oliver echoed her curse when he saw the half dozen people standing around the Gate. "This day sucks."

"Play it cool, everyone. You're taking me to the Alliance. Stick to the script," Mal reminded them.

"We don't have a script!" Van wailed before he launched into a rousing rendition of The Sound of Music.

"Shut up, Van!" Lee hissed.

"Sorry, I'm nervous and I sing when I'm nervous!"

"You always sing!" Lee urged him to be quiet again and turned to look at the man who was leaning back against the DHD. "Move your ass out of my way."

The man chuckled. "I don't think so. Give us SG-1."

She looked around. "I'm not sure who you think you are or what you think you're doing but we caught this man and the bounty is ours. I repeat, move your ass. If you choose not to then I won't be responsible for the number of appendages you lose."

"I'm not afraid of you, little girl."

A smile appeared on Lee's face. It appeared in slow increments and the end result was a sly little smirk before she stepped back and looked at Oliver. "Oh, it's not me you need to worry about, it's him."

Oliver waved.

When the man laughed this time, the rest of his people joined in. "Him? I think you should quit while you're ahead. Give us the prisoner and walk away."

She released a long, drawn out sigh. "I think that's a challenge, brother."

Oliver handed his weapon to Van and sauntered over to stand beside Lee. "It definitely sounded like a challenge."

"I wouldn't challenge you," the man sneered. "It isn't worth the waste of words needed to utter a challenge."

It was Oliver's turn to smile. "Why are you afraid you'll lose?"

"To you? Never," the man answered with a snort.

"All right, then let's go." Oliver relaxed his stance and waited.

The man looked at his people, ranged out behind him, licked his lips and looked back at Oliver. "No weapons?"

"No weapons. Hand to hand."

"Fine."

Oliver grinned as his eyes tracked the man. "Are you going to dance around me all day or fight?"

Van moved up beside Lee "Are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked her quietly.

"Trust me, Oliver will kick his ass."

"He's a scientist, not a soldier."

She laughed. "Oliver is an overachiever, he wants to be the best at everything."

"And?" Van frowned.

"That meant being better than me too." She waved at him. "When I decided I wanted to take martial arts, he decided he wanted to do it too and do it better. It took him very little time to get his black belt."

"Wait, he's a black belt?" Van stared at Oliver.

"He's an expert in Karate, Muay Thai, Krav Maga, and Kung Fu."

Van stared as Oliver executed a quick strike that had the man gasping and choking. "Now I feel really inadequate about being on this team."

She chuckled. "You do perfectly fine."

He sighed. "I suppose." He winced when Oliver's foot struck the man square in the chest hard enough to send the man staggering back several steps.

The fight was over quickly. It ended with the man sprawled on the ground moaning in pain. Oliver looked at Van. "Dial us out of here."

"Not gonna argue that." Van stepped up to the DHD and began dialing.

"You aren't leaving!" one of the other men shouted.

Oliver grinned. "You want me to put you down too?"

The man hesitated and spared a glance for his leader who was now whimpering pitifully. He took a step back, spun and ran. It didn't take long for the others to follow.

"Get back here!"

Lee turned to see a mostly naked Betty streaking across the field behind them waving a weapon in the air. "Time to go, gentlemen." She pulled her Zat and fired at the screaming Betty.

The Gate connected and Mal ran for it, followed by Van. "Lee, let's go!" Oliver called.

She fired on Betty again then turned and followed him through the Gate. They emerged on the other side to find Sam waiting for them in the Gate room.

"I'm glad to see that you're all right, SG-1. We were beginning to worry."

"The Alliance is not on that planet but there is a nice collection of thieves, mercenaries and bounty hunters who would love to get their hands on us and turn us over to Nesrin for that reward she put out," Mal told her as Van untied his wrists.

"I take it you ran into some trouble?"

"Yes, ma'am. We were captured by a trio of bounty hunters."

"I'm glad you were able to escape."

"The issue I have with this entire situation is why the people from P7B-732 would send us there. The intel was obviously bad. That thieves' den is well established and the Alliance has never had a base there. They had to know that," Lee told her.

"Then I suppose we need to find out why they sent you there."

"Permission to go ask some pointed questions?" Mal asked.

She nodded. "Permission granted."

Mal waved toward the control room. "You heard the lady, dial it up!"

"Are you sure you want to go now, Colonel, you just got back," Sam questioned him.

"No time like the present, General." Behind Mal the Gate spun and the chevrons connected.

"Uh, sir, it might be a good idea if we change before we go," Lee told him.

"Do it and hurry, Captain." He glanced up at the control room. "Abort the dialing sequence, we'll be leaving as soon as the rest of SG-1 is back in uniform!"

"We'll be back in a juffy, sir." Lee hurried from the room with Van and her brother. They returned in a few short minutes. "Ready to go, sir."

Mal nodded. "Ma'am?"

"Dial it," Sam called out.

Once the Gate connected Mal grinned at Sam. "We'll be back in two shakes." He spun and stalked up the ramp to the Gate and vanished through the event horizon.

Mal bowed before the chief of the village. "Thank you for seeing us."

"You are always welcome here. You banished the spirits and we can now honor our ancestors at the temple."

Mal straightened. "We were happy to help. I am simply sorry that I must come here now to ask you some difficult questions."

"I don't not understand why your demeanor seems so severe, Colonel." The chief's eyebrows drew together.

"We received a message from this planet from someone who claimed they were delivering important information on your behalf. The information turned out to be false and we were captured by a group that wished to turn us over to the Alliance."

"Whoever this person is, they did not pass along information on my behalf, I swear this to you." He scowled. "I do not like that someone used my name to commit such an act." His gaze flicked over to someone behind Mal. "Kaimana!" the chief snapped.

The man pushed through the crowd, sent all of SG-1 an encompassing glare, then dropped to one knee before the chief. "Yes, I am your humble servant."

"Did you contact our friends from Earth using the Spirit Circle and send them to ..." the chief paused and looked at Mal.

"Sankiatov."

The chief sucked in a breath and scowled at Kaimana. "Did you do this thing?"

Kaimana looked up at the chief. "I did only what I believed was right. They are evil and you should not trust them."

"They are friends to all my people and you would send them to such a place?"

Kaimana shrugged and remained silent.

"Take him to await judgment," the chief ordered some of the other men. They hauled Kaimana away. He remained silent and didn't struggle.

Mal sighed. "I am sorry to have brought you this news."

"He has been surly since your last visit. He believes the spirits will punish us for entering the temple. I suppose I should have kept a closer eye on him. I am sorry that you suffered at the hands of one of my people."

"He did wrong, but he did it with the belief he was protecting his people. I can understand that even if his behavior caused my team harm."

"You are a wise leader, Colonel Hughes."

Mal smiled and bowed. "I take that as high praise coming from you. You lead your people with wisdom."

The chief inclined his head. "You are always welcome here."

"Thank you, sir. Again, I am sorry."

The chief waved away his apology. "You have nothing to apologize for. It is Kaimana who should be apologizing."

Mal bowed again and he and the others left.

"Never liked that Kaimana guy," Lee commented when they stopped near the Gate.

"I figured if anyone here had sent that bad intel it would probably be him. I hate the fact I was right."

Lee shrugged. "Why, Colonel, he is the one who committed the act, not you."

"This is a small village, Captain, the people are close knit. Kaimana's betrayal will damage the trust they have in one another."

"Right, I hadn't thought of that."

He nodded, released a sigh and followed the others through the Gate once it connected.

"Well, Colonel?" Sam asked

"The message was sent from the planet but it wasn't from the chief. It was sent by one member of the village who wasn't pleased with our actions while we were there during our last visit. He believes the spirits will punish them for entering the temple. He decided to take action." Mal shrugged. "The chief will handle it."

She nodded. "We'll be more careful with any intel from allies in the future and double check everything. Go ahead and get some rest SG-1, we can debrief in the morning."

"Yes, ma'am."

"You know, Colonel, it doesn't matter if we get intel or not, no matter where we go we're still wanted by the Alliance," Lee pointed out. "We could run into more bounty hunters anywhere."

"I'm well aware, Captain but we have a job to do. I'm not going to cower in a corner."

She slapped him on the back. "Good to hear, sir."

He shook his head as she strode past him and down the corridor.