Disclosure
by Chaoseternus

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

Thank you to the three reviewers:Rankukonalpha1: heh, you skimmed over a bit... they split.
sithspawn: this was partly deliberate, an attempt at trying to inject some of the confusion into the story itself...
greyangle: when the brown and sticky stuff hits the fan, people die. and unlike the show itself, i dont believe that character shields are UBER

Twenty-Eight

“"Halt,”" Gibbs shouted, weapon raised, she recognized the armband, but considering the previous time she had met a fellow team, it was best to be careful, "“identify yourself!”"

“"Private First Class Hendricks, Team One,"” the figure barked back, "“Reeman sent me to retrieve you”"

Retrieve us... Nice attitude!

“"We got survivors in the infirmary and live nukes by the Stargate”"

Live Nukes; did he just say live nukes?

“"Did you just...?”"

“"Fuck yea, rounding up everyone we can, we gonna have to move fast, unless you got some factor five-million on you”"

Gibbs decided that now was not the time to argue.

“"Where's your Council member?”"

She growled, “"dead”"

“"Damn, that sucks" Hendricks replied.

“"Maybe,”" Gibbs spat out, “"but I find it difficult to fell sorry for her”"

Hendricks glanced at Gibbs in shocked anger, but he forced himself to stay calm, “"I gather you had an entirely different experience of the council to us”"

She grunted, annoyed.


“"Latest report from Willow sir,”"

O'Malley glanced up, wearily, he needed a break, a rest, but until his men got one, neither would he.

“"Infirmary survivor's number twenty-six, only two are mobile. Two humans, one symbiote alive inside gate control, and there are five active devices planted on the gate”"

The General cursed, that was, to put it mildly, a problem.

“"The gate is still being blocked by an incoming wormhole, but they have successfully retrieved Gibbs team”"

“"How far out are the NEST teams?"” O'Malley asked.

“"Team One was ambushed, lost half their escort but are pushing through. Team Two is in a base area where the radio repeaters are out, for the moment, we have no contact but they were at full strength”"

"“Noted," O'Malley asked. Inwardly, he was cursing, in both cases, neither could be anywhere near the shafts, which meant they would be lucky to reach the Gate in time to make any difference, and neither of the teams approaching the gate had any nuclear qualifications, beyond how to recognise a bomb.

It looked as if they were screwed, unless somebody could pull their heads out of the fire again.


“"Okay,”" Gibbs said, glancing down the corridor, “"this is new”"

“Well,” Willow shrugged, “"maybe determined wasn't the right word”"

“"No,”" Gibbs was keeping an eye on this Council rep, sure she hadn't yet shown the arrogance of Kennedy, but she had learned not to trust them, “"try ‘dead' or maybe ‘zombies'”"

Willow raised a sardonic eyebrow at the bad tempered soldier, “"Somebody needs a chill-pill”"

“"Willow,”" Reeman asked, “"can you?”"

“"No,"” she shook her head, "I don't have unlimited power, and it's been a long day. I need to preserve all the energy I have now, I have a feeling we are going to need it to deal with those nukes”"

“"Fair enough,”" Reeman shrugged, “"any suggestions as to how you kill these things?”"

The witch winced, “"head shots are your best bet, you need to destroy their brains”"

Gibbs and Reeman glanced at the mass of zombies that was just waiting for them to make their move down the corridor and as one, they muttered, “"great”"

“"Hey,"” Devon said, leaning forward, “"a lot of them are still in combat gear”"

“"So?”" Reeman asked.

“"We have a bunch of zombies,"” Devon said seriously, "“who are very tightly packed together and just happen to be wearing explosives”"

“"Ahh,"” Gibbs smiled, “"right”"

“"Blast doors down on the gateroom, blast door to gate Control looks to be down too..." Reeman smiled, “perfect”

“"Okay,”" Willow frowned, “"what's going on?”"

“"Fratricide”" Devon replied, a satisfied smirk crossing her face.

“""Fratricide?"” The frown vanished, replaced by a pleased grin, “"nice”"

“"Would you care"” Devon smirked as she passed her last three grenades to Willow, “"to do the honours?”"

Willow nodded; she could spare enough energy for this. In all likelihood, she was going to sleep for the next fortnight once she finally got out of her though.

The two teams backed off, vanishing behind a corner as Willow ran the grenades along the ceiling of the corridor, leaving them above the heads of the Zombies that were once Stargate Command Personnel.

Then, she pulled the pins, letting both pins and grenades drop into the mass of bodies, and swiftly covered her ears.

The corridor shook; smoke billowing around the corner, what few lights that remained on flickering, then turning dark. Willow paused, raising a shield ready to peak around the corner, but another explosion sounded, and she dropped the shield, wouldn't be going around that corner for a while.

Five minutes later, Devon judged that all the explosions were over and they could most likely walk past the shattered zombies. Even so, Willow raised a shield, just in case, not that she thought it would do much against an explosion right next to them, she certainly wouldn't survive it, but it might give the others a chance.

“"Shit,”" Gibbs commented with a disgusted grimace, "“the clean up crew is going to have real fun IDing all these parts for burial”"

“"Geez whiz,"” Willow commented sarcastically, "“you sure know how to brighten up the mood don't you?”"

“"Are they all dead?”" Reeman asked.

“"Of course,"” Willow replied, "“they couldn't be turned into zombies if they weren't”"

Reeman rolled his eyes," “I meant..."

"“I know what you meant, and I don't know, best be ready”"


“"Somebody,”" Airman Hammond said, more then a tint of fear and hysteria in her voice, “"just had a party”"

Selmac frowned, “"but who? We need to know”"

“"No cameras active,"” Hammond shuddered, “"only way we can find out is to open that door and I don't want to do that anytime soon, not with those things out there"”

Selmac herself shuddered, she had seen many things during her life, but those, those were definitely new, “"point, but if it's a rescue party we need to let them know there are people alive in here”"

“"So,"” the airman replied, “"use the fucking radio; just don't open that door till you know”"

Selmac blinked, “profanity aside; that was a sensible suggestion. "They should certainly pick up the gate radio at this range. Unfortunately, the batteries have drained”"

Hammond glanced frowning at Selmac as she reached below the desk and grabbed a standard hand held radio unit, holding it up for the Tok'ra to see. Siler would almost certainly have known about those, so why didn't Selmac? After all, she had spotted them as soon as she had been chased into the room.

Something wasn't quite right here.


"“Boss, we got Selmac on the horn in the control room,”"

Reeman glanced back at Devon with a smile, "“good, that will make getting in and getting his co-operation a little easier”"

“"Maybe, but she doesn't quite sound 100”"

“"Noted,"” Reeman shook his head, “"and not really surprised, okay, tell him we're coming in, and make sure he gets that damn door open. Everyone, we're going to have to pay another visit to the two way range”"

“"Hopefully",” Gibbs grimaced, “"there will be none of those things left alive”"


O'Malley grimaced, the addition of some air support, even if it was somewhat unusual, had been a hell of a boon, right now they either controlled every entrance to the mountain or had it mined to a fair-thee-well.

They controlled who went in and out of the mountain now, though there control was tenuous, a serious attack would be able to punch through their lines with little difficulty.

The constant trickle of units, equipment, even individual soldiers that were arriving to reinforce his forces was a great help, but it wasn't enough. His tank boys were damn near full strength but this wasn't their playfield, this was an infantry battlefield and his infantry had taken damn near 50 percent casualties so far.

Still, whilst they would need to be relieved to continue holding the mountain, retaking it, now that was a task that was nearly complete. Just the gateroom itself now and those blasted nukes