Chapter 3: Meeting of Warrior's.
After putting Nash and the boy, in a motel near his friend's house, Stone went his uncles house.
When nobody answered the door, Stone picket the lock.
Stone woke up, when he hear a key inserted in the door lock.
Picking up his H&K USP, with a silencer. He positioned himself, so that he had the drop on whoever was coming in.
Jack O'Neill, walked in to his house and turned towards the living room, when he felt a end of a silencer put to the back of his skull. He froze.
"Get in the living room." A voice order behind him, sounding vaguely familiar. "Slowly."
O'Neill, walked slowly down the steps into the living room, hoping that the man would make a mistake.
Stone watched as the Coronel walked down into the living room, he started to close the front door, when it was slammed into his, and a giant of a man came into the house, wearing a baseball cap. The man left hand grabbed the hand holding the gun, his right hand grabbed Stones jacket and lifted him up.
Stone had been trained long and hard, his instinct taking over.
Stone rammed his left elbow in the man face and his left knee into the stomach. A grunt came from the man, as he released Stone, but Stone lost his pistol.
The man cap had flow of as Stone hit him in the face, revealing a golden tattoo.
Stone charge the man, hands and feet's raining blows and kicks.
O'Neill watch as the intruder fought Teal'c, both men fought brutally, no quarters asked or given. This was the first man that O'Neill had see fight Teal'c that was still standing after twenty second, not even himself had managed that.
Seeing the pistol the intruder dropped, O'Neill picked it up.
The fight was the most intense that Stone had engage in, his opponent was big and strong, but also fast, too fast for such a big man.
O'Neill caught a glimpse of the intruder. Then the voice and face came to him.
"Michael!!!"
Stone knew that he could not continue this fight, he was outnumbered and outmatched, he was sure that he could take the black guy he was fighting, but with jack also in the picture. It was doomed. Even if he was better than Jack.
So he did the only thing possible. He stepped away, putting his hands in the air.
"I give up."
O'Neill got a good look at the intruder and saw it was really his nephew, Michael Stone.
"Michael Stone, I never thought that you would work for the NID!" O'Neill's voice full of contempt. "I could let T kill you."
"NID, I wouldn't give them the time of day, uncle Jack." Stone answered defiantly back.
O'Neill looked to Teal'c. The man was a living lie detector. He nodded slowly.
"Alright, Mikey. You don't work for the NID, and then what are you doing in my house pointing guns at people?"
Stone looked at his uncle. Then seem to come to a decision.
"Can we sit down?" He asked in a tired voice.
O'Neill answered by pointing into the living room.
After all three were seated, Stone begun his tale.
"Uncle Jack, as you know I joined the army, much the delight of my father." Jack O'Neill laughs. Victor Stone was a prick in his opinion, Jack and Victor actively despised each other.
"Yeah, I'm proud of you." Yet Stone's own pistol was pointed at him.
"Your probably are, the only one of the family that is." Stone looked over to the big black man.
Jack notices his nephew eyeing Teal'c.
"Excuse my manners. Teal'c, this is my nephew Michael Stone. Mikey, meet Teal'c."
This answered Stones question, on rather Jack trusted Teal'c.
"I was asked to take part in the selection process for 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment-D." At this Jack looked at his nephew with a new respect.
"Delta Force?"
Teal'c was intrigued. "O'Neill, what is this Delta Force?"
Jack turned to Teal'c. "Delta Force is the most elite arm of the Army, you don't volunteer. You have to be invited to join by members of the unit, the selection process is hard to past, if not almost impossible."
Teal'c looked at Stone. "So Delta Force is the elite warrior's of this world."
Stone thought the wording strange.
"Yes, but there are others, from different countries."
"So you are Delta. What does that have with you being here?" Jack asked.
"Just as I finish the training, and was about to become operational. The commander of 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment-D, called my into his office, there I was meet by a Lt. General. He offered me a special position, with a Black Ops unit. With a special objective, the highest risk. New enemies, the most dangerous kind."
Stone looked at his uncle. "This unit is known as Task Force 3675676-4673, or as it is known as Forlorn Hope. It operates under a Black Matter security clearance, meaning it does not exist. Our budget is unlimited, we answer to no one."
O'Neill looked strangely at Stone. "Go on."
Stone looked down at the floor, and then stared in to O'Neill eyes. "You are going to love this, Uncle Jack, we fight aliens."
Stone expected O'Neill to laugh in his face, but a strange look came in his eyes, the he looked at the black man.
"Alien, you say! What are they called?"
"They have not name that we know of, but we are mostly fighting collaborators, and recently human replacements, called supersoldiers, or as we call the minions." Stone, leaned back in the chair. "You think I am crazy!"
"Yeah, well, not so much."
A knock came from the front door, then. "Sir, Teal'c."
"Come on in, Carter." O'Neill called out.
Samantha Carter came into the living room. "Sir, your … Oh."
Stone stood up, as Carter and a young man entered the room.
"Mrs."
"Actually, it Major." Carter replied, as she sat down besides the Coronel.
"Sorry, Ma'am, Major Carter." Stone returned.
Stone looked at the grinning young man, which approached him.
"Jonas Quinn." The young man said as he offers his hand.
Stone shook hands with Quinn. But offered no name.
"Jack, can we trust these people." Stone asked.
"Stone, I trust these people with my life. They are my team."
"Well, it doesn't matter if you won't help me. As I said, I am with the Forlorn Hope, … "
Carter leaned forward. "Forlorn Hope, I heard some whispers of a black ops unit …?"
Stone looked closely at the major, and then continued. "Forlorn Hope is not a US Black Ops unit, it is a multinational unit. We are the first and last line of defense, against alien and their collaborators. Forlorn Hope was created in 1947, using the best soldiers and intelligence operatives for a host of countries. USA, USSR, UK, France and Germany, were the first countries to commit to the fight, since then more countries have joined. But it is hard, because the collaborator are everywhere."
O'Neill looked at his team, and then asked. "Who are the collaborators?"
"Men and women, which are sacrificing everybody, but themselves and their families." Stone eyes were filled with hatred. "People, which would do anything so they would survive, hoping for power."
Stone stood up, walked to the window looking out at the yard.
"The NID, is under the thumb of the Consortium. Parts of the FBI also, CIA, NSA, Military Intelligence. Shit, they have their hands in every cookie jar."
O'Neill stood up and walked to Stone, handing him the H&K. Stone took it and placed it in the shoulder holster.
"Wait here, Mikey. I need to make a phone call."
Stone turned to uncle. "Who to?"
"My commanding officer, Major General Hammond." O'Neill said as he walked into the kitchen.
Carter jumped after O'Neill. "Sir, sir!!!"
"Not now, Carter."
Stone looked out the window at the coming night. Four days ago, he had been it Wyoming.
He felt a present beside him, turning to see the man called Teal'c.
"You are a most skilled warrior, Micheal Stone." Teal'c said as he bowed. "I would like the opportunity to spar with you sometime." Then he left, as Jonas Quinn came up, eating a sandwich."
"May I ask you a question?" Quinn asked with his mouth full.
"I believe you have." Stone looked at the young man. "Alright, ask away."
"What does Forlorn Hope mean?"
Stone grinned. "It is an old military expression used to describe a hopeless undertaking, by a group of soldiers."
"So, a suicide mission."
"Yes, that is one interpretation."
At that moment, O'Neill came back.
"Mikey, Hammond wants to meet you; we have to go to the mountain."
Carter would not be ignored longer. "Sir, how do we know we can trust this man?"
O'Neill turned to Carter. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because he is my nephew, or and member of the elite Delta Force."
Carter hesitated. "But I thought he was with Forlorn Hope? You nephew?"
"Yes, Carter. My nephew, my older sister son." O'Neill said as he walked out the door.
"Uncle Jack. We have to make a stop along the way."