Chapter 11:
The two F-23C were approaching the MIG head on, so McIntyre pulled the fighter into a climb, the second fighter followed closely.
The four MIG's continued under the two F-23C's, unaware of the danger near them.
As the Russian fighter were past them, the two F-23's banked down and got on the tails of the four large Russian fighters.
The Large MIG-31B were five kilometers ahead of Breaker One and Two.
The two F-23C fired six AIM-9X Sidewinder missile at the formation in front of them.
The first indication that they were not alone, was when the trailing MIG exploded. Two AIM-9X hit it. Before for the pilot's of the other three MIG's could react, two more of them were hit. The lead fighter manage to dive and a single AIM-9X missed.
But it was a short lived break, as the pilot's warning system light up, as the radar of the F-23C's got a lock on. The pilot scream into his radio, but it was jammed by the fighter from Forlorn Hope.
Two AIM-120C Amraam missiles hit the MIG as the pilot jammed the throttle of the fighter forwards.
The entire incident took less than a minute and four Russian fighter were falling from the sky as the F-23C, went to supercruiser, heading east, towards Alaska, to the runway where the Prometheus had picked them up.
Ronson watched from his chair as sensors showed the flight of MIG's was shot down. They were safe now from recon flights for the next four hours. "Alright people, lets land this bird!"
Stone watched as the Prometheus came toward the compound, then hovered and lowered the landing gear. The huge ship was maneuvering gracefully until it sat down just outside the fence line.
"Tarkove, grab a team and clear the mines between the fences!" Stone ordered.
The Russian demolition expert took three men and took off toward the fence closes to the Prometheus.
Stone turned from the view of the space ship as its cargo bay opened up and twenty SGC members ran out, under the command of Colonel Reynolds.
The view that greeted him, was eighteen scientists, fourteen of the nursing staff and ten wounded mercenaries.
Kingston was keeping watch over the group, which was bound with their hands behind their back, on their knees.
An explosion came from the fence line, then two more.
Then the sonic boom as the two F-23C over flew the site.
Reynolds came to Stone's side.
"Captain!"
"Colonel! We have a hundred victims that need to be moved to the Prometheus, in the basement. Lt Tolinev will assist you, sir!" Stone said without taking his eyes of the prisoners.
"What about them?" Reynolds indicated the prisoners.
"They will be taken aboard last, first the wounded and the victims. These bastards will just have to wait!! Well some of them, we will only take the scientist and the nursing staff!" Stone now looked at Reynolds, daring him to object.
But the Marine Colonel knew better, he had seen the look in Stones eyes before.
One of the prisoners saw the marine uniform, stood up and called out. "I am an American, I have been unlawfully detain!"
Reynolds looked at the man, as Kingston walked forward and rammed the butt stock of his machinegun into the man's stomach.
"I have rights!" The man screamed as he fell down.
Kingston drew back his right foot and made to kick the man.
"Wait, bring him here!!" Stone called out.
Kingston grabbed the man with his left hand and half dragged the individual to Stone and Reynolds. Dumping him in front of the officer before turning back to the prisoners.
It took the man a few moments to get to his knees, and then to his feet.
"Thank you, Colonel!" The man said, he was about thirty years old, with short dark hair. There was dirt and grime on him, and his clothing had blood on them.
"Who are you?" Reynolds asked.
"My name is Frank Hill, I am an undercover agent with the NID. I was sent to infiltrate this compound." The man said with a smug grin on his face.
"NID! Why would the NID have interest in a compound in the middle of Siberia? You are supposed to have civilian oversight on the military in the US!" Reynolds could not hide the despise in his voice for the man.
"We have more interest that just the military!" Hill said. "You will now release me!"
"Can't do, Agent Hill! You not my prisoner!" With that Reynolds turned and went to Lt Tolinev.
Hill watched in shock as the Marine Colonel walked away, then turned to Stone. "You are an American Officer?"
"Yes!" Stone said, knowing where this was going.
"I am an agent of the government, you have to release me!!" Hill all but screamed in desperation at Stone.
Stone took his right hand of the 416, reached down and pulled out his Mk.23, put the barrel between Hill's eyes. "No, Agent Hill! I don't!"
A look of fear came on Hill's face. "But, but.."
"You have two chooses! I can kill you now, or …" Stone grinned.
"Or what?" Hill said but could not keep his eyes of Stone's finger on the trigger.
"You can tell me, who give you your orders? Who is in charge of the Trust? Such things!" Stone said as he pulled on the trigger slightly.
"They will kill me!!" Hill said in desperation.
"I will kill you now, if you don't give me some information now!" Stone said like he was talking about the weather. "So life for now, or die now, you choise!"
"But, but ..!!" Hill stammered.
"You have until the count of three!" Stone looked the man in the eye.
Hill had meet some of the most ruthless men in the world, each and everyone had given him a shiver down his back as they looked at him, it was nothing compared to the fear he felt as Stone looked into his eyes.
"One!" Stone started the countdown.
"Wait! Wait! You can't do this!!" Hill tried to reason with Stone.
"Two!"
"Alright! Alright! I will talk." Hill said as he sagged down to his knees.
Stone looked around and saw that Tarkove was coming his way. "Tarkove, keep this piece of shit for me! He is willing to share information with us, bless his heart!"
"Ah, boss! Why do I get all the shit assignment!!" Tarkove wined.
"Just get him aboard, make sure that he does not talk to anyone!" Stone ordered as he walked off, towards the basement.
By the Prometheus, Stone could see the Marines and Airmen carrying the wounded and dead up into the cargo bay. There were too many dead or wounded, the cost of war was the loss of good men and women.
Reynolds was directing the movement of the first victims, under the watchfull eye of Arrson and medics from the SCG.
The first stretcher was carried by two marines, the woman which lay on them, had short blond hair, she seem to be close to forty years old, but she could be younger, it was hard to tell.
"I thought I had seen everything, all the cruelty that man was capable of!" Reynolds said as he looked sadly on the woman being carried towards the ship. "Yet, now I see, that man is capable of much more. We are in some ways worse than the Goa'uld, we do this to innocent people." The anger and revulsion was clear in the Marines voice.
"I agree, but we are not guilty of the crimes these people have done. We must set right what has been done wrong to the victims of the facility, and we will!" Stone said as the next victim was carried by them.
Stone and Reynolds stood at the same place for the next hour watching as each and every one of the victims was carried out.
As the last victim was carried by, Stone turned to the Marine Colonel. "Sir, it would be best if you would get your team aboard the Prometheus now. We have a little mop-up to finish. Take most of my people with you, plus the scientist and the medical staff. Kingston and I will take care of the mercenaries!"
Reynolds call to his people and they rounded up the scientist and medical staff, herbing them towards the Prometheus. Reynolds knew what was going to happen, but he understood that Stone didn't want any witnesses. So he just went back to the ship and waited by the ramp for Stone and Kingston.
Stone looked over the mercenaries, they were dirty and blooded.
Kingston came to Stone side, standing on his right.
The more experience mercenaries knew what was coming and just waited for it, the younger ones, started to plead and beg. It all fell on deaf ears.
Stone drop his rifle, so it hanged by its sling, and pulled out his Mk.23 and screwed the silencer on as he walked behind the mercenaries, as did Kingston.
Then they walked the line.
As they walked away toward the Prometheus, they left behind the bodies of nine mercenaries.
Stone ejected the spent magazine and inserted a fully loaded one. He took no pride in what he had done, in fact he was ashamed of it, but it had to be done.
Stone and Kingston walked up the ramp which was closing as they walked it up.
Reynolds stood just inside the ramp, as he looked out the closing ramp, he could seen that the Prometheus was lifting of, already maneuvering to head back into space.
"Colonel!" Stone said as they joined the Marine officer.
"As soon as we have cleared the area, Ronson will order the bombing. Two 302's are standing by." Reynolds stated as the three men walked into the elevator.
"What about my people?" Stone asked.
"The infirmary, as are the advanced of the victims!"Reynolds replied as he pushed on the elevator control.
"The prisoners?"
"Kept under supervision, in a large storage space!"
"And Agent Hill?"
"The brig, two of your men are with him!" Reynolds grinned. "As soon as he was onboard, he demanded to speak to the commanding officer!"
Stone glanced at the Marine. "Oh, and what response did he get?"
Reynolds grin got bigger. "The security officer who was escorting them to the brig, has no love for the NID, believe me!"
The three men walked onto the bridge, as the Prometheus, went into orbit.
Ronson stood up as they did. "Gentlemen, welcome onboard the Prometheus."
Reynolds handled the introduction. "Captain Stone, Lieutenant Kingston, meet Colonel Ronson. Commanding officer of the Prometheus, earth's first intergalactic warship."
A lieutenant came up to Ronson. "Sir, Blue Leader reports, that the compound has been destroyed."
"Good, order the fighter to come on home!"
The lieutenant turned and left to comply with the order.
"Sir! I would like to request access to a secure comm, to contact the General's!" Stone asked.
"Of course, captain!" Ronson indicated the communication station behind Stone.
"Sorry, sir! But I require a more secluded location!"
Ronson looked around. "Lt. Ward will escort you to a secondary comm. station."
Stone waited until the lieutenant had left, then locked the door.
Within minutes, he was in contact with Cheyenne Mountain, with both General Patrich and Hammond.
On the screen in front of his stood the general. "Sir's!"
"Captain!" Hammond replied. "Report!"
"Yes, sir. We have secured the thirty-two prisoners, and one hundred victims. At least one of which is known to us!"
Patrich looked surprised. "Who?"
"Deputy Director Kersh, he was found along with eight other men. The rest of the victims are female, ninety-one female. In the various stages of pregnancy, the doctors will do better to explain." Stone reported.
"And the compound?" Patrich asked.
"Bombed with thermobaric explosives, I will request that the 302's report will be forwarded to you by Colonel Ronson, sir's!"
"Good work, Captain! And casualties?" Hammond asked.
Stone took a moment before answering. "I have six men ready for action, including myself. Eight were killed, the rest is wounded, some are badly wounded, and some are lightly. Plus there are casualties by our Russian host's, four were killed and two were wounded, Lt. Titov and Lanov are still operation."
"So we have eight KIA, and eighteen WIA, plus the Russian losses!" Patrich stated.
"Yes, sir! With your permission I would like Titov and Lanov to join the unit. We need the extra manpower, and with them, I will have a team which you can deploy." Stone requested.
"Agreed, we will talk again once you reach Cheyenne Mountain! SGC out!" Patrich said as he shut down the feed.
Stone shut down the equipment, unlocked the door, as he was exited the room. Kingston came down the corridor.
"Boss!"
Stone looked at his second in command.
"I was just talking with Tarkove, he says that Hill is furious. Demanding to see the commanding officer, or that we contact the NID!" Kingston was enjoying this, he despised the NID.
Stone shook his head, it was always the same with these idiots. "Well, I guess we better go talk to the man!"
As the door to the brig open, so did the yells of Agent Hill.
Stone walked first into the brig, Tarkove was sitting on the edge of the desk, a Sig-Sauer in his hand. The look on his face suggested that he really, really wanted to shot Hill.
"I demand to speak to the officer in charge! NOW!" Hill continued.
Stone walked over to the desk, unclipped the rifle from it sling and lay it on the desk. Then turned to the cell where Hill was kept. Walking closer to the cell, Stone kept looking at the NID agent.
"I demand to speak to the officer in charge! I am an agent for the NID! You have no right to lock me up!"
"Agent Hill!" Stone said in a conversation voice. "Don't make me regret not killing!"
"I am an agent of the NID!" Hill continued.
"And here that means nothing! You are only alive because you might have information, that is the only reason!" Stone said firmly.
"You got no right to hold me like this!" Hill tried again.
"Actually you right!" Stone said, then glance briefly at Kingston and Tarkove, before turning to Hill again. "The thing is we are going to operate like the NID in your case, break the law. But unlike the NID we are seeking justice, not power. You were not working undercover at the compound, Agent Hill." Stone took a step close to the cell. "You will tell all!"