six sentences on Sunday

Stealing this from mizzy2k  because it's a cool idea and I'm bored and getting nothing done today.  So this is the gist:

~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.~*~

I'm going to do the first 6 sentences in each of the stories I'm currently working on.

unfinished SG-1 novel:

The fire burned with a roaring intensity that could be felt even on the edge of the cliff some ten miles away.  Striker watched from his invisble fortress, shielded from view by some alien technology pilfered on one of their first missions.  He stood in a relaxed state, his hands held lightly behind his back as he watched his lab and the forest below burn.

A maniacal laughter fought to escape his lips but he pushed it down, keeping his features neutral no matter how much he enjoyed hte show internally.  The wind shifted slightly, enough that the heat of the blaze warmed his skin.  The crackle of burning landscape wafted in with the breeze punctuated by the report of gunfire and Death Gliders screeching after their targets.

unfinished story #5 of my alt!reality series:

"You what?" asked O'Neill and Kawalsky at the same time.

Sam sighed. "I want to bring Daniel onto the team."

"The sci-fi guy?"

"He's not just a writer. He has multiple degrees in archeology and anthro-"

unfinished Millers Kill Mystery (because Clare Fergusson/Russ Van Alstyne Mystery is way too freaking long to write all the time):

Russ pushed back in his seat, stretching his back. Every muscle felt tense, ready to snap. He hated missing person's cases. There was too much tension, too much apprehension and expectation. Like an emotional roller coaster for the families. Half the time the person turned up completely oblivious to the stress they caused.