The Report, part 10

Clark started to make his way along the riverbank, looking for a way back up to the path. Freya followed closely behind, "We must get to the Stargate and return to Earth as fast as we can." Clark kept walking, his eyes scanning the tree line. Freya hurried to keep up, "I mean; there is nothing we can do for the others."

"You can do what you want." Clark looked over his shoulder, "I'm not going to leave anyone behind."

Carter, Jonas and Chavez where still out cold when the cell door opened again, Jaffa guards stepping through, staff weapons ready. O'Neill winced as a familiar figure stood in the doorway, "Osiris, long time no see. How's life treating you, being a false god and all?"

"Much better than it is treating you." The woman's eyes glowed,"I hear that Anubis himself will conduct your interrogation. I do hope he will allow me to watch."

"What's the matter," O'Neill smiled, "can't get a date?"

Osiris stepped forward, a Fire Stick in her hand. She jammed it hard into O'Neill's ribs, and despite his best efforts, he screamed out loud, waking Carter, Jonas and Chavez. Osiris smiled, "Samantha Carter, it is good to see you again. We didn't have a chance to talk back on Adara. I am looking forward to continuing our discussion." She looked at Jonas and Chavez, "You two I don't know: identify yourselves!"

"I'm Bob Hope, he's Bing Crosby: we were on the Road to Bali, got a little lost on the way." Chavez smiled, "Don't suppose you got a map about you?"

O'Neill couldn't help but laugh, earning himself another jab from the Fire Stick. Osiris span round, slapping Chavez across the face with the torture device, knocking him to the ground. She glared at Jonas, "Your name!"

"Bing, Bing Crosby." The young man smiled weekly.

His body convulsed as Osiris stabbed him with the Fire Stick.

Osiris stalked back into her throne room, stopping shot next to her First Prime, "What news of the two who escaped?"

The Jaffa came sharply to attention, "We have been unable to locate them, but we know they have not returned to the Chaapa'ai, we have guards posted should they attempt to contact the Tauri home world."

"Send out more patrols, every warrior we can spare: we can not risk the damage they could do." Osiris' eye glowed brightly, "The equipment you took from the Tauri, bring it to me."

Clark had finally found a place where he could climb back up to the top of the ravine, when his radio squawked. He tentatively picked it up, "Hello?"

"Hello, who do I have the pleasure of addressing?" A Woman's voice came over the other end.

Freya's eyes went wide, and Anise took over, "Osiris!"

Clark smiled, lifting the radio to his lips, "You can call me Snake. So, Osiris, you don't mind if I call you Osiris? How are you doing?"

"Better than your friends are." The voice on the radio was calm, "I suppose I should tell you that we have the Chaapa'ai guarded, and you have no way to contact your people."

Clark looked at Anise, "Chaapa'ai?"

She grimaced, "The Stargate."

Osiris' voice came back over the radio, "If you surrender to my Jaffa now, I will spare your life, and those of your friends, for now."

"No thanks; I'm having to much fun. Be seeing you real soon." Clark turned the radio off, and turned to Anise, "Ok, here is the plan: we keep moving, getting them off-balance and spread out, then we try and sneak into their base and rescue the others."

"What can the two of us do against the garrison?"

"You'd be surprised. Trust me: I used to do this for a living."

To Be Continued…