The last couple of years had not been good for Jack O’Neill. Not quite as bad as when Charlie had died, but certainly up there with it. Daniel died and ascended; Ba’al killed him, over and over again; and then he was accused of trying to assassinate Kinsey, the fucker. If Jack had wanted Kinsey dead, he’d be dead, no messing about with ‘trying’ at all. Finally, Anubis threatened to destroy Earth and Jack had to stick his head in an Ancient head-grabber thingy – again. There had to be an easier way of earning a living.
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