4: Thundergate
by Chaos_eternus
O'Neill and Pierce looked over the temple carefully with their binoculars, seeing few guards, but many signs of a fight. Small chunks of masonry had been blown off the temple, sunlight glittered off discarded shell cases, and several Unas bodies were piled, unmoving in a corner.
It seemed quiet for the moment, but that could easily change in a single moment.
“All right, Pierce wait for our signal then hit the front door, distract them, we'll go in the back way and find SG-11, copy?”
“Copy.”
O'Neill gestured at the other members of SG-1 who faded off into the underbrush, circling around the temple. Pierce nodded approvingly at the level of skill shown by the team, even Daniel Jackson had gotten quite skilled at moving stealthily in the jungle despite technically being a civilian.
She glanced once around, quickly checking the perimeter, before turning her gaze once more to the structure in front.
A snap of a breaking twig behind him made Tobias snap around her P90 at the ready, she looked directly at where the twig had snapped nothing, slowly carefully she looked all around the area, but still saw nothing. Yet she still felt like she was being watched, and as an SAS veteran, she knew to trust that.
A breaking twig was a red flag after all, yet she could see nothing. Then her memory dredged up several reports she had read regarding past incidents involving the SGC and she cursed inwardly.
It wasn't likely, but it felt right.
“Guys, ever we've got someone who very good at keeping hidden, or we need TER's out here, PDQ!” She whispered quietly to her team-mates.
Colonel Pierce bit back a curse of her own, TER's, that's all they needed, a cloaked hostile in the area. He was reaching for his radio to warn SG-1 when something cold and metallic pressed into his neck, and a guttural voice spoke;
“I wouldn't do that if I were you, Slave!”
“What the?” Pirate blurted out, swiftly flipping over, P-90 raised, a familiar sound echoing in his ears. He didn't get the chance to notice the bolt of energy already flickering across the ground towards him before the Zats sent him to join the rest of his team in pained oblivion.
O'Neill slowly led the team through the numerous corridors of the temple, searching for the missing SG team, hiding quickly in side rooms and alcoves as sentries passed, occasionally having to use a knife on any Unas who saw them, before they could shout the alarm. It took them half an hour of searching, but they eventually stumbled across the cells where SG-11 were held, only to find 3 Unas guarding the area, one with a personal forcefield.
Rolling his eyes in the exasperation and sending a wry familiar, ‘didn't we do this already' look towards Teal'c at this side; he swiftly silently reached down the webbing of his fatigues. He removed a pair of knives before gesturing at his team-mates to take the unshielded Unas.
Then, he raised his left hand, three fingers raised, silently making the count. On three he slid around the corner and threw the first knife. It flew straight and true, the shielded Unas dropped, clutching at the knife buried in its throat as Daniel, Carter and Teal'c fired at the surprised Unas, killing them before they got a shot off in return.
“Pierce, this is O'Neill, we have the package, raise hell out there!”
Colonel O'Neill paused in his handing out of SG-11's liberated weaponry, worried; exchanging a sharp glance with Carter as no response was heard, “Colonel Pierce?”
“RSG-1, come in!”
“No response from RSG-1 on the radio, we need to leave now!” he snapped, hurrying SG-11 on.
They moved swiftly through the corridors to the main entrance, checking the rooms as they passed for RSG-1, not worrying about being quiet, firing at the cell guards should have warned everyone in the temple.
‘Should have' O'Neill noted, ‘being the appropriate word' as they passed through another eerily silent corridor, without seeing or hearing a single Unas, or anyone else for that matter. Suddenly their radios came to life with a burst of static, O'Neill hoped it was RSG-1, but had the distinct feeling it wouldn't be.
“Sierra-Golf Units, this is Sierra-Golf-Charlie, respond.”
“This is Sierra-Golf-One,” O'Neil felt a familiar chill as he spoke, for Hammond to be contacting them this soon, there had to be a Snafu “Be advised, Romeo-Sierra-Golf-One has gone off the air.”
“Roger that,” the pause in Hammonds voice confirmed it for the Colonel, there was a poochscrew in progress, “be advised the Tok'ra did not, I repeat did not inform us of the location of SG-11, they didn't even know SG-11 had been captured.”
“Acknowledged, Sierra Golf One out,” O'Neil grimaced as he dropped his hand from the radio, “Okay people, we appear to be on the wrong side of someone's ambush, lets double time it.”