Still not mine. Sorry it's so short, the next chapter will be longer.
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Something about Jalem's story felt wrong to Malek. The hair on the back of his neck bristled as he listened to the man's report. Something just didn't add up. Malek spent the better part of the briefing trying to put his finger on what was it was. He always came to the same conclusion, the only possible conclusion.
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The emergency lights shone throughout the dark hallways as alarms blared and flashed red. In the distance Malek and Jacob could hear gunfire and yelling. Two guards lay unconscious on the floor outside of the armory as they neared it. They passed them by, running faster in search of the trouble ahead. They skidded around the corner just as the scream pierced reached there ears and the gunfire abruptly ceased. At least two dozen armed men swarmed around a prone figure on the floor. Malek knew the identity of the man before the guard ever turned him over; there was no mistaking the light brown hair. Jalem. Numerous injuries covered his body and Malek knew that he was dead.
"Here sir, he had these."
A soldier handed a half empty box of explosives to the general.
"I want five teams to sweep the base in search of the missing explosives."
"Yes sir!"
One soldier stood looking down at the body, "He got what he deserved," he cast a quick glance at the two tok'ra present before continuing, "the Colonel was right, a snakes a snake no matter its allegiance."
Malek turned to Jacob.
"We never thought that the traitor would be Jalem, Delek perhaps, but not Jalem. He was our friend. We thought we knew him."
Jacob's face was grave as he replied, "Just goes to show you that no matter how well you know a person you never know them well enough."