9: Breech Of Dawn
by Chaoseternus
Trust is broken and the rules rewritten when traitors are revealed and secrets released.
Chapter 11: Strikers and Prisoners"You have an utter maniac working for you, you do know that don't you?"
General Carter blinked, when he was called onto the Thundersdawn line, he wasn't expecting the first words to be that, maybe some vital piece of information, or news of an impending attack.
Not to be told what he already knew.
"Which one was it this time?"
A frustrated sigh came over the radiophone, "Captain Dodge"
Carter Blinked, Mr I've been on my best behaviour since I arrived at Thundersdawn Dodge? "I was under the impression Dodge had been behaving himself?" he asked slowly.
"He was" Peters said making Carter grin and Selmac chuckle in anticipation as they could hear the wry grin in her tone, it sounded like their liaison to the RSS station had come up with a dozy.
"What did he do?"
"Oh just hijacked a C-4 Galaxy, wrestled the Striker prototype into it without no-one noticing, and then launched the damn thing from the back off the Galaxy when it hit cloud cover, its now docked here, thanks for asking by the way"
"He what?" Carter asked, laughing.
" How he got Masters to go along with it I don't know, crazy fools that thing hasn't even been flight tested and they pull a risky manoeuvre like that"
Peters rolled her eyes at the laughter coming down the line, it seemed she would get no sympathy there.
Best phone Sarah. And Joan, oh and Thompson, O'Neill too should hear about this…
Just one thick concrete wall away from General Carter/ Selmac a more sober event was occurring.
In bright orange prison uniforms and with armed Marines surrounding them, a large group of people was being led into the gateroom, most shocked as they saw the device they had risked so much for finally in front of them.
Several broke down, cried, the enormity of their defeat evident before. Some took it stoically, unwilling to give the Marines and the SGC personnel any satisfaction, any sign of their defeat.
Several tried to attack, to break free; they were quickly clubbed back, forced back into line brutally by guards who had no love for these traitors.
The gate finished dialling and glaring back at the overly impassive masks of the guards, the NID operatives fled through the gate, their destination, a fertile green world, with no DHD and a sabotaged gate, no way to dial out manually or automatically.
They were exiles, unable to return and unwanted home.
And no one at the SGC had any sympathy.