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the man took a deep breath and evidently started over. Annoyed.
How exactly had SG-1 gone from the locals bowing and scraping
and hailing them as gods to some bureaucrat being annoyed at their
arrival? Jack felt robbed.
    "I was right, it's a derivation of Ancient Greek. Ah... he says
we're off schedule," Daniel interpreted. "There aren't supposed to
be any incoming travelers right now. This is the departure hour."
    They all stared in silence at the lines of people, the bags, the
paperwork. One guy getting searched by a burly-looking man in a
dark tunic, who confiscated what looked like a belt knife.
    The lost luggage corral.
    "It's an airport," Jack said, resigned. "We're at a freakin' airport."
    "All we need are the vending machines," Daniel agreed, and
then pointed to a vendor at a cart handing out drinks and paperwrapped snacks.

    "Okay, now that's just weird."
    Their harried bureaucrat upped the volume on his complaints.
Daniel focused on him again. "He's asking us to get off the, ah, I
guess for want of a better word it would be runway," Daniel said.
"Apparently, we're holding up the scheduled departures."
    The guy was making furiously animated shooing gestures. Jack
led the way down the steps, then followed the air-shoves off to the
left. Behind them, a group of people queued up near the DHD, chattering and staring at SG- l's strange gear.
    Dark-tunic guys ahoy. Ah. Airport security. Figured. One of them
flexed his muscles, but next to Teal'c he was nothing to write home
about. Not that Jack hoped it would come to hand-to-hand, because if
it did, well, there was Daniel.
    One of them made an unmistakable give it over kind of gesture,
and pointed to Jack's MP5.
    "They're not touching my weapons," Jack said pleasantly. "Might
want to tell him that before we get into the shouting and hitting part
of diplomacy."
    Daniel was deep into his Hi, we're peaceful explorers speech,
which he seemed to reel out with practiced ease. Prepped it before
we came, eh? He could well imagine Daniel standing in front of the
mirror, trying out non-threatening expressions. Well, fine, that was his
job. Jack's was to look dangerous, though probably not as dangerous
as Teal'c, who had that frozen cold distance thing down pat. Probably
had a class in it at Apophis University.
    Carter was... fascinated. Looking everywhere at once, taking in
more than Jack would probably ever see if he spent a week with a
camera. Hammond had warned him she was way smarter than him,
and he was strongly reminded of it in the cogent way she surveyed
the layout of the place. He decided to take advantage of it, at least.
"Captain Carter? Thoughts?"
    She could barely tear her eyes away from her appraisal. "Apart
from their understandable confusion, I don't see anybody panicking,
sir. They're used to visitors here, though we're out of the ordinary.
Dr. Jackson would be able to say for sure, but it sounded to me like
a number of languages being spoken out there, which means a very
multi-cultural sort of place." She paused. "Have you ever seen any thing like this before?"

    "In my vast experience? No. Which means, oh, exactly zero,
Carter. I've been to Abydos. Even Daniel will tell you it wasn't the
crossroads of the universe."
    "Sir, I just can't see this kind of industry springing up under
Goa'uld rule. They strike me as anti-trade, unless it's to their benefit.
And this isn't exactly slave labor. It's more like..." She nodded at
a family of five clustered nearby in one of the lines. Baby in arms,
three-year-old squalling and clutching at Mom's skirts, Dad looking
harried, an older boy trying to appear haughtily disinterested. "This
sounds crazy, sir, but that looks like vacation, sir. Holiday travel.
Something like that."
    "I'm still adjusting to the fact that they have a lost and found."
    "Sir, these people look, well, normal."
    He couldn't dispute that. The more he looked past the costumes -
and truthfully, they weren't as wild