The Gate whooshed into life, and SG-1, the Atlantis team, and several other familiar faces dashed through, carrying a severely mangled, barely-identifiable corpse covered up on a stretcher. The iris slid smoothly into place after them, and then the Gate disengaged and shut down. General Hank Landry strode purposefully into the room. "Who's on the stretcher?" he asked.
Samantha looked over at Daniel, then at the body on the makeshift platform. "It is Lieutenant Colonel Mitchell, sir. He is dead," Teal'c said dryly.
Landry raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
O'Neill took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair.
"Well," he started, "Teyla hit Mitchell with a Wraith stunner. Daniel, Jonas, Dr. Weir, and Dr. McKay each shot him seventeen times with their Berettas. General Hammond blasted him at point-blank range eight times with a SPAS-12. Dr. Fraiser got several M-16 clips into him as well. Ford, Sheppard, and I each emptied two full P90 clips into him. Sam hit him with a zat twice, then Teal'c shot Mitchell in the groin with his staff weapon. Bra'tac and Selmak got him several times with their Kull Disruptors. Apophis, Sokar, Baal, Hathor, Heru'ur, Nirrti, and Yu showed up for no apparent reason at all and used their ribbon devices on him. Oma Desala even struck him with a few bolts of lightning just for the heck of it. Just to make sure, we hit him with a few other things as well."
"What did you hit him with, General?" Landry calmly asked.
"Three Wraith Darts, five Death Gliders, a Puddle Jumper, and an Al'kesh," O'Neill replied, grinning widely.