The Report, part 12
Osiris was thrown to the ground, landing on the ground near O'Neill. He tried to grab the fallen fire stick, but one of the Jaffa saw him, and hit him with a blast from his Zat.
"What was that? " Osiris pulled herself to her feet, her eyes glowing brightly with rage.
Jonas looked round, "Felt and sounded like an explosion."
Osiris scowled at him, looked like she was about to say something, but instead stalked off, followed by the two Jaffa. Chavez sat against the wall, smiling.
Clark was laid out just behind the crest of a ridge, examining the Goa'uld base through a set of compact field glasses. He watched as a group of Jaffa warrior in full battle dress ran out of the front gate towards a rising plume of smoke that had, until recently, been a listening post. He looked at his watch, "Another ten minutes, and the next charge goes off. Then we should get a call from your old friend Osiris."
"Osiris is not my friend." Freya looked at him.
"It's a figure of speech. What I mean is, she'll want to talk to us again."
"What will that accomplish?"
"We have to get her off balance and keep her guessing: Her forces outnumber us, but we're more mobile. They have greater numbers, but that makes it harder for them to hide. They have to guard everything, but we only strike at what we want. Like I said, I've done this before."
The next explosion caught Osiris as she went to sit on her throne, almost sending her to the ground. She ran to the nearest window and looked out: smoke was rising in the direction of the aquaduct that brought water into the base from the distant mountains. She almost ran back to the table at the side of her throne, grabbing the radio she had used earlier, "Is this your doing?"
"Why if it isn't the fair Osiris." Clark laughed, "And how is the god of the underworld today?" The insult was carefully aimed to infuriate the Goa'uld.
It worked.
"You listen to me, human, my forces will hunt you down, and you will suffer the most painful death imaginable." Osiris shot to her feet, "And then I will use a sarcophagus to bring you back just so I can kill you again."
"And I thought we where getting on so well. Look's like I'm going to have to punish you."
The third explosion was much closer, and Osiris felt the building shake. Cries of pain and surprise filled the air as she ran back to the window; an area of wall had collapsed on a Jaffa barracks. She brought the radio to her lips, "You think you can beat me like this?"
"I don't have to beat you to win Osiris; right now some of your Jaffa will be wondering why their god can't stop these attacks. Some of them will wonder if you are a god after all. If one lowly human can do so much without reprisal, why should they worship you?"
Freya smiled; that last insult had been her idea.
Osiris crushed the radio, frowning at the remains on the ground. She turned to face one of the Jaffa "Have the transport made ready; we are leaving for the Chaapa'ai with the prisoners at once. We will send back reinforcements to hunt down this human, this 'Snake'."
Clark scanned the compound and saw two Jaffa making their way over to a Goa'uld ship. He handed the field glasses to Freya, "Can you fly that thing?"
A group of Jaffa entered the cell, pulling SG-1 and the others to their feet and herding them down a corridor. O'Neill looked at the others, "Is it me, or do they look nervous?" A staff weapon slammed into the back of his head.
"Silence!" the Jaffa commanded.
Osiris stood on an area of grass, a Teltac cargo-ship floating in the air above her. O'Neill looked around at the devastation Clark's bombs had wrought, "Redecorating? 'Cause I love what you've done with the place."
Osiris' eyes narrowed, "Enjoy it while you can; soon you will be before Anubis, and you will beg for death."
"Sounds like my devoice." O'Neill smiled.
A set of transportation rings came down from the Teltac, surrounding the group. Osiris activated the control on her armband, sending them up to the ship. She blinked, the business end of a P90 inches away from her face.
"Hi." Clark smiled.
To Be Continued…