Abruptly excusing himself, he hurried into the control room. “It’s Colonel O’Neill, sir,” said Harriman, grinning. With a pleased nod Hammond toggled the mike. “This is Hammond. Go ahead, Colonel.” “Hey, General!” O’Neill’s voice crackled through the speakers, distance not dimming his anarchic cheer. “E.T. O’Neill here, phoning home from sunny Adjo.” A lifetime of military discipline meant Hammond was able to completely quash any sight or sound of his immense relief. “And not before time, Colonel. It’s been over two days since your last contact. Is everything all right?” “Yeah, sorry about that, General. But the gate is hours away from Mennufer — the village — even with Lotar’s handy-dandy shortcuts. Until we get a decent base camp established here I’m afraid daily chitchats are out of the question.” He felt his heart thump, hard. Village? Lotar? “Can I take it then, Colonel, you’ve successfully made first contact and are confident your primary mission goal can be achieved?”
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