Disclosure
by Chaoseternus

The Truth Is Out At Last, Are You Ready For It?

Chapter 18 African Exclusion Zone, Land Seized by Joint US/UK Task Force

"Sir, we have a problem”"

Rasczak grimaced,"“Of course we have a problem, we illegally invaded a sovereign nation, albeit one whose power can best be described as anaemic, our supply chain is so long it's frankly scary and we are here to fight demons with troops who until yesterday didn't know such beings existed and are still looking at us like we have totally lost it. So, which particular problem are you talking about?”"

"Oh,” Carl" wryly grinned at his Commanding Officer, “"just the large army gathering in the mountains, about fifteen miles away. Mixed bag of demons and humans, the humans are definitely armed and according to the Ranger who spotted them, look like fanatics”"

“"Ahh,"” Rasczak rolled his eyes, “2Business arriving early, new problem..."

London Exclusion Zone, Royal Army Controlled

“"Fire Mission! Grid 10-12, Troops and armoured transports”"

“"Roger your fire mission,"” Colonel Harris grinned, eagerly awaiting the chance to use his toys for real, to show the Goa'uld exactly how much damage a battery of artillery could do, "“can you sight?”"

“"That's affirm, ready to live up to your code name, sledgehammer?”"

Harris chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malicious devilry, “"Oh, I'm sure we'll try our best "”

He clicked the radio to the regimental frequency, “"Hammer six, ranging shot on grid 10-12, all other Hammers stand ready”"

A muffled rumble sounded outside his Warrior Battery Commanders Vehicle, and Harris smiled, smiled, the 3 rd Royal Horse Artillery had joined the battle for London at last.


Grimly, Colour Sergeant Lucien SBS held his binoculars close to his face, his eyes sighted on the massive troop ship disgorging its load in the shallow valley beneath him. He hoped his camouflage held, it would be annoying to die three weeks after he was supposed to retire, but his sense of duty had meant he couldn't leave whilst Britain had so much need of him, assuming he was even allowed to retire with all the brown and sticky stuff that had been hitting the fan.

A roaring, whistling sounded above his head and knowing he was hearing his artillery inbound he let himself go loose, limp, the better to survive any possible shockwaves should the shot land to close for comfort.

He raised an eyebrow as he spotted where the shot had landed, that was pretty close for a weapon fired about twenty eight kilometres away...

“"Over! Fifteen, One-five metres”"

“"Copy”"

Lucien stifled a mirthless chuckle as the Jaffa charged towards the source of the explosion, and then he frowned, spotting figures in camo diving out of the troopship, and beginning to set up a more professional perimeter watch. He shifted his glasses across, taking a closer look and cursed.

Flicking radio frequencies, he began to alert the world, "Lucien at 10-12, be advised traitor French units now deploying from the Goa'uld troopship, markings suggest they are from the 3ème Brigade Mécanisé, I am currently sighting for arty, please advise"”

He flicked his radio again swiftly as a second artillery shot landed, “"Hit! Fire for effect”"

“"Roger your last, can you please confirm traitor French units on the ground at 10-12?”"

Lucien flicked the radio again, taking a serious look around the valley, before grimacing, annoyed, "“I can confirm that, now have APCs deploying from the troopship, and artillery has targets sighted..."

A roaring, whistling sounded over his head once more, amplified and it didn't escape Lucien's notice that whilst the Jaffa seemed to have little idea what was actually going on, the soldiers had dived straight for whatever cover they could find, regardless how flimsy. Nor did it escape his notice that those on the periphery of the hell that was being unleashed were looking very closely for whoever was sighting for the artillery.

“"Hostiles now under heavy artillery fire, The Jaffa appear to be breaking, but the French units are responding in a trained manner”"

That alone was another nail in the coffin; Command had to see the truth of what he was seeing now.

Lucien stiffened, then slowly began edging back from his position, "“I'm rumbled, extracting now”"

"“Copy that, a Canberra is being diverted to assume spotting duties”"

Lucien didn't hear, afraid of the radio being overheard he had switched it off. He had far more important things on his mind then wondering what Command was doing.

Colorado Exclusion Zone; Centred Around Cheyenne Mountain.

“"Post sixteen, report please”"

“"Post sixteen, report please”"

“"Post seventeen, could you please make a visual check on sixteen”"

"“Seventeen? Report please"”

“"All posts, report in by the numbers please”"


“"Sir,"” Harriman walked up to General Carter nervously, “"we have a problem”"

Sighing, the General placed his cup of coffee down on the table, “"what's gone wrong this time?”"

“"We've lost contact with ten posts on the outer perimeter”"

Jacob grimaced, “"button up the mountain, and bring the regiments to full alert. Ten posts don't vanish; we've got hostiles inside the perimeter”"

“"Aye sir"” Harriman turned, walking swiftly to carry out the Generals orders.


Puzzled, Carter walked swiftly from his office towards the main control room, it wasn't like Harriman to take this long to carry out his orders, it wasn't like him at all

His foot slipped on the steps and Carter grimaced at the small pool of blood, fresh blood that was spilling down the steps, he glanced around, knowing what he would find. Then he glanced up, stapled to the roof above him was Harriman, a shocked expression now permanently etched into his face.

Shouting the intruder alert, General Carter dived back into his office for his sidearm.