Jack O'Neill stared through the one way mirror into the cell housing the prisoner as he used every technique he'd ever been taught in his special forces training to keep his emotions under control and the bile from rising up the back of his throat. He'd seen many horrifically violent things before and since joining the SGC. He'd even perpetrated his fair share of them during his black ops days, but nothing that compared to what they'd found in that storeroom on Level 31. Even Teal'c had seemed vaguely ill at the sight of the bloody murder.
"The...ahh...symbols are occult," Daniel explained to Jack and the general from where he stood on Jack's left. "He was trying to open a portal according to my research....something called a Hellmouth."
"Hellmouth?" Jack repeated trying to remember where he'd heard that word before.
"Yeah" Daniel confirmed. "Sam's doing a search now. So far the references we've found all have something to do with a town in California called..."
"Sunnydale," Jack supplied in a whisper, "Boca del Inferno."
"Ummm, that's it," Daniel confirmed. "How'd you know that, Jack?"
"Remember a few years ago when my sister's kid stayed with me for a week while he was on leave?" Jack asked.
"Riley," Daniel asked. "He was on medical leave wasn't he?"
Jack nodded. "The kid was coming unglued. Waking up screaming every night," Jack told them.
"Screaming about the Hellmouth?" Hammond asked.
Jack nodded. Before the conversation could continue Teal'c exited the cell. "Get anything out of him, T?" Jack asked.
"Indeed, O'Neill," Teal'c informed the other three men. "AirmanDavidson accepted substantial monetary payment from the NID on behalf of formerVicePresidentKinsey in exchange for performing this ritual."
"Let me see if I've got this straight," Jack said. "Kinsey hired someone to open a mouth to Hell in the SGC? Revenge right?"
Teal'c bowed his head in agreement with O'Neill's assessment.
"Call your nephew, Jack" Hammond ordered.