Chapter 6: Far From The Truth
"We need to get her off base as soon as possible; if Ba'al is now looking for her then we can guarantee that he will follow her. I, Sg1 and Isabel, escorted by SG2, will go gate jumping and then we will go to an uninhabited planet; we link a ZPM to the DHD and take her to Atlantis. Sg2 will return with the ZPM and the Prometheus will then take it to Atlantis and stay in orbit for the protection of the city for a few days before it returns. However, if that slimy son of a bitch follows the Prometheus then we will blow him out of the sky." The General explained in the briefing room, all of SG2 were staring at him in disarray, they could not believe that the General was suggesting that they make a run for it. "We've sent word to the Tok'ra and they're going to have one of their operatives leak the information, we leave in twenty-four hours." After SG2 had left the room the General turned to Isabel and Sam. "Carter, I'm going to need you to take Isabel to the surface with the weapons she will need to learn how to fire."
"Yes sir, Isabel, you'd better come with me." Sam replied. The two of them left the room and headed for the armoury one floor down. "When Ba'al gets to the planet he will need to send jaffa to the surface in order to get you out, alive. You're going to need to use a P90 and a zat."
About twenty minutes of training later, Isabel knew how to use the weapons and needed to see Janet, again. "You're good at finding a reason to see me. You'll be fine, it's only a graze and the bullet didn't infect it. You'll be fine in about three weeks and you'll be on Atlantis by the time you need to replace the stitches." Janet placed the needle and thread into a bed pan and beckoned to put it in the sharps bin. "You are one unlucky person, I have never seen anybody who can fire a gun at a target thirty meters away and injure themselves with the same bullet they fired."
"Yeah, that's me, unlucky. I'm being stalked by a Goa'uld, I've never had a quiet moment in my life and… who's that guy? He has a tattoo on his forehead like that big guy, Teal'c. Are there two Jaffa on base?" Isabel asked. She reached out her mind to his and was left wide eyed. "Sam, he's one of Osiris' Jaffa, that's the one who informed them about me!" Isabel jumped up as soon as soon as Janet had finished with the bandaging. "I need something that will make him unconscious, quickly!" Janet handed Isabel a syringe full of a silvery liquid. Isabel made sure that the enemy Jaffa could not see her approach, ducking behind the empty beds and cabinets; she rounded the last corner and injected the Jaffa causing him to collapse. One of the SFs saw what was going on and pointed a gun at the back of her head. "Listen, he is one of Osiris' Jaffa and he is here as a spy, let me take off his hat and show you the marking on his forehead." She reached towards the Jaffa, kneeling next to him, when the SF cocked his gun.
"Ma'am, I'm going to alert the General of your actions. I saw you enter the infirmary with Colonel Carter, have you done the same thing to her and the medical staff? Answer me!" The SF spat. If he accused her of doing something like that again then she was going to lose it.
"If you want, I can take you to her." Isabel proposed as she stood up. "She is just round the corner, let me take show you." Isabel walked, very slowly, into the infirmary with her hands, the SF's gun still trained on her head. "See, she's fine."
"I'll be the judge of that, keep walking!" The SF forced her across the room towards Colonel Carter and Doctor Frasier. "Colonel, this civilian has been attacking base personnel. What should I do with her?"
Sam spun around to see that the SF was holding a gun to Isabel's head. "Don't worry Airman, she was pursuing an intruder. What's your name?" Sam's view of his name tag was being blocked by a terrorised Isabel.
"Lieutenant Elliot, ma'am." He replied simply, Sam's eyes hardened on the 'lieutenant'. "Is there a problem, ma'am?"
"Yes, there is a problem. Lieutenant Elliot died about three years ago as a host to the Tok'ra, Lantash. I saw him as he was sent to his death. Place your weapon on the ground now. That's an order." Sam barked at the man. "Isabel go get the man you took out, I'll take care of this one!" As the 'SF' placed his weapon on the ground, Isabel ran around the corner and dragged the Jaffa into the infirmary. "Who are you?" Sam insisted.
"I am Rak'nal, first prime of Osiris. The other man is Forash, my second in command." He supplied the woman with a look of distaste. "We use a drug stolen from the free Jaffa rebellion that allows us to go without symbiotes. We have our symbiotes waiting for us on Ba'al's mother ship. He will destroy you and then Osiris will kill him, taking over his fleet." The Jaffa almost seemed to praise the fact that a false god would soon rule over all. It disgusted Isabel and Sam to think that he would still get out of the SGC alive.
"Sam, he's got an explosive in his boot, he was going to activate it when the General questioned him." Isabel reached down and showed Sam a small ball with five symbols around what seemed like a button used to activate it. "He doesn't have any other weapons that I know about. It was him that shot me, hoping that we'd find out about the decoy so I could become host to Osiris instead of Ba'al. They both believe that I am the key to conquering the galaxy."
"I'll inform the General and have them put in isolation. We need to get off base within the next hour and wait for Ba'al to get there before we move to the next planet." Sam was very serious about what she was saying.
Isabel made her way to her quarters after having a second set of stitches. She threw on her dark grey three quarter top, a pair of black skinny jeans and a pair of khaki all-star high tops. If she was going to run around the galaxy then she was going to do it in something comfortable. She picked up her black blazer and pulled it over her back. Looking at her other jacket, she reached into her pocket and retrieved the photo she held close to her heart. She placed it into the side of her left shoe, hoping the no-one would notice.
Sam knocked on the door, starting Isabel; she must have been controlling her thoughts for once. "We need to get down to level twenty-eight and get geared up. You'll be taking a P90 and a zat. Are you going to change into BDUs?" Sam raced through her little speech almost as if it had been rehearsed.
"No, you won't have any that'll fit me, and I've grown rather fond of this get up." Isabel sounded very serious; she had no idea why Sam was staring at her, until she stopped blocking out the voices. "Yes I use the phrase 'get up'. Get over it!"
They walked into the gate room to find that Teal'c was missing. He ran into the gate room panting, everyone stood around him expecting answers. "I was apprehended by a follower of Osiris, I believe that the base has been compromised." Teal'c doesn't say much does he? Isabel let it go as he was puzzling over many things in his mind. "We must depart now, O'Neill." As if on cue, the stargate threw out a torrent of energy out of its centre before retracting into a rippling pool.
"Alright people, let's move out." The General called, he seemed to be struggling up the ramp, holding a large black case in one hand and a P90 in the other.
"It's got your ticket to safety inside. Yeah, I knew what you were thinking for once!" Sam smiled at her as she led Isabel up the ramp to the event horizon. "It's better when you experience it. One second you're staring at the puddle of water with grey walls around it and the next thing you know you're looking at a whole new world, it's pretty amazing. We'd better hurry; I can hear someone running through the corridor."
"It's one of the Jaffa we apprehended, Rak'nal. I think. He's very good at manipulating his thoughts." Isabel remarked but received a stern look from Sam. "Right, we need to go." Sam and Isabel stepped through the event horizon as it took them to their first leg of their grand-prix of the universe.