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Teal’c glowered down at the little man. The man looked up, and up again. Teal’c was wearing a black leather jacket, and – at the recommendation of ColonelCarter – was wearing a Colorado Rockies baseball cap but with the cap turned around so the bill was at the back. Teal’c had seen many young black men wearing caps in this manner and acting in a threatening manner, although Teal’c himself did not feel threatened in any way. He also did not understand why wearing a baseball cap backward was supposed to be intimidating, but he recognized that people expected a black man with a cap like this to be dangerous.

It also did an excellent job of concealing the mark of Apophis.

He slipped into his imitation of O’Neill. “Any chance maybe ya happened ta see this babe?” He pulled out a photo that had been supplied by ColonelCarter. It had been cropped, so that it was not at all obvious that Anise was standing in front of the Stargate. It showed Anise in all her irritating pomposity. It also showed her in the Tok’ra clothing she almost always wore.

Teal’c did not show his surprise when the little man said, “Oh her! Sure. She was here a while ago.”

“Was? She was here? She’s not here now?” Teal’c pressed.

The little man gulped. “Lemme get Denise. I think she was handling her table. She oughta be able to tell you.”

“Ya, sure, you betcha.” Teal’c let the little man rush off. The man was obviously willing to let this ‘Denise’ take the brunt of some large black man’s anger. This man was not a warrior. Teal’c would remember that if he ever came back to O’Malley’s.

A reasonably attractive brunette walked over. She was not a waitress he had ever met before. “Hi. I’m Denise. Tom said you had a question I should help you with?”

Teal’c showed her the picture.

Denise instantly said, “Oh. Her. Is she a crook or something?”

Teal’c carefully toned down his intensity. He asked, “Why would you think that?”

Denise shrugged, “Well, ‘cause she was kind of weird. And she got a nice guy to buy her a fancy dinner and a whole bunch of drinks.”

Anise? With a nice guy? And drinking? Teal’c checked, “Are we talkin’ about the same girl?”

“Oh sure, no mistaking her. She came in looking just like your picture. Even pretty much the same clothes, I’m pretty sure. And then she just stood right here, like she’d never even seen a restaurant before. It was kind of creepy. Is she off her meds or something?”

It suddenly occurred to Teal’c that there was a logical way to explain whatever peculiar behaviors Anise had most likely demonstrated. “Yep.” He even popped his ‘p’ as JackO’Neill did when he wanted to be particularly irritating. “Probably off her meds. Again. What’d she do then?”

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