Unofficial contests can turn cheerfully competitive or just plain intense. Eyeing the blonde cadet who was his only remaining opponent, Cam was glad that she was meeting his grin with her own sincere smile.

Cam won by a hair. They'd both made new records; his was just that little bit better. She accepted her defeat with good grace, only the glint in her eyes promising that next time they met, she would win.

"Nice shooting," he complimented her, holding out his hand. "I'm Cam Mitchell, by the way."

"Samantha Carter." Her handshake was firm, friendly. "My friends call me Sam."