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"Dammit, Little D, if Commander Hot Stuff there coulda just kept his mouth shut for another two minutes, I woulda won," Lehane could be heard complaining as she handed over the money.

"Yeah, but he didn't, Faith," Hammond heard the other young woman answer, as he watched with stunned incredulity Summers smirking triumphantly while she pocketed the money. "I knew for sure that *someone* would say something about us barely being out of high school in the first five minutes.

"I'd guess it has to do with all of them being nearly old enough to retire, or maybe it's just that the old people feel threatened by us being young enough to be their grandchildren," she remarked with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders.

"Anyway, it's the easiest twenty bucks I've ever made," Dawn grinned as she slipped the money into her own front pants pocket, ignoring the indignant and outraged looks on Jack's, Carter's and Danny's faces and the quickly hidden grin on Hammond's face on hearing her equally dismissive comments regarding SG-1.

"I gotta say, though, Dawnie," Xander declared with his own smirk, "I'm glad that Colonel Geezer there is at least literate enough to reference Calvin and Hobbs.

"I woulda thought he'd reference something he remembered watching in his childhood, like maybe Steamboat Willie or something."

Ignoring both Jack's outraged protest at the clearly impertinent insinuation regarding his age and General Hammond's only partially hidden enjoyment of his subordinate's having to deal with someone who appeared to be almost as annoying as he was, Giles interrupted what could potentially end up as a major league insult-fest.

"Dawn, Xander, do please stop taunting the military people," he directed with a somewhat harried sigh. "And please remember that we are here on official Center business.

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