[D20 Modern] Stargate - Part I Recruitment - IC [PG-13]

Seymour Johnson Air Force Base
North Carolina
1:55pm, Sometime Late Spring, 2003

Lt. Hearst navigated the black sedan through the large Air Force complex, arriving at the final checkpoints to exit the base. The black sedan slowed to a halt and Hearst let out a low whistle, which caught Donovan's attention.

Standing there in front of the checkpoint with rifles leveled were three MP's. An airman stood in the checkpoint booth, talking on the phone and glancing at Donovan and Hearst.

"You didn't kill somone moments before I arrived, did you, sir?" Hearst asked with some humor in his voice that trailed away by the end.

OOC: Donovan

Syracuse Hancock International Airport Departures Row
Syracuse, New York
7:09pm, Late Spring 2003

The drive from JFK airport was a smooth ride. Lt. Stewart was turning out to be an excellent driver, either that or Durant was just more tired than he thought. When he awoke, Stewart was just idling the engine at the departures lane at Syracuse Airport.

The sky was starting to color and the temperature were cooling in Syracuse. The airport itself didn't appear to be that crowded for this time of day.

"Sir, what are your orders?" Stewart asked, "Do you want me to check inside and see if who you're looking for is here?"

OOC: Durant

Lear Jet - Tangent Communications
JFK Airport, New York, New York
3:40pm, Late Spring 2003

"Hmm, so information on all of us is in there? I thought that they were civilian because you didn't mention any rank for them. That would be easy to check. Is my rank mentioned in there?"

Leonard thinks a moment as he tries to figure out what the other Lieutenant might have as orders. He then answers, "Well, Lieutentant Stewart wouldn't have accompanied me to Colorado, but that might be because this was a direct flight. There are also those who have multiple flights. In that case, I'm not sure, but I think it's reasonable that the airmen wouldn't accompany them. So, in between flights, that might make them vulnerable. By the way, I'm still trying to get one thing straight: the bad guys have this list with all of our names on it. Because of that, we are all 'invited' to come to Colorado. If the letters were made after the list was compromised, does that mean that the bad guys aren't aware of our flight scedules?

Looking behind him to see what the captain has come up with, Leonard eyes the clothing in the closet. "Ugh, red. I'll take some of the whites, and pilot in training seems fine. That way, we won't have to explain why we're all off-shift."

Leonard walks over to the back of the plane, and dresses in a white t-shirt, sweatshirt and windbreaker pants. He also picks up a red jacket to complement the outfit. His other clothing he stuffs in his range pack. "Well, how does this look?"

Albany Airport, Departures Lane
North Central New York
7:00pm Late Spring, 2003

As far as she was concerned, Simms had always been the all-business type, so she barely noticed the sudden intensity in his behavior.

"Well, ma'am," Simms replied as he drove out of the Gas and Go, "apparently you weren't the only person shot at today. I thought that that shooter earlier was on a personal vendetta against you, but I'm not so sure now. Another person, being recruited for the same thing you are, was a target as well. So, that's why there's a change of plans."

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"You think maybe someone else sent the sniper?" She asked in response to his words. If the sniper had been sent by someone other than her former associates, then they certainly had done their homework. From the look of him, the sniper had had a healthy amount of Irish in his blood.

She spent the rest of the ride to Albany in thoughtful silence, listening to whatever Simms had to say, but only making two or three word responses.

"Ma'am, you'll be required to stow those weapons of yours, "Lt. Simms said. "I'll do my best to get them allowed on the flight, but you won't have them with you until you get your bag at JFK airport."

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Simms' words are met with a flat look."Uh huh. Personally, Simms, I would much rather be armed, in case whomever it is that is trying to kill me sends another operative." She folds her arms over her chest. "Hopefully, they'll let me at least stow my guns. If not, then it is going to be a long hike to JFK airport."

Seymour Johnson Air Force Base
North Carolina
1:55pm, Sometime Late Spring, 2003

"You didn't kill somone moments before I arrived, did you, sir?" Hearst asked with some humor in his voice that trailed away by the end.

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"No, I wasn't planning on killing anyone until AFTER dinner!" Donovan replied somewhat sarcastically as he looked around for some clues to the situation. "Something appears to be up, but your guess is as good as mine."

Albany Airport, Departures Lane
North Central New York
7:00pm Late Spring, 2003

Originally posted by Rylee Fallon
Simms' words are met with a flat look."Uh huh. Personally, Simms, I would much rather be armed, in case whomever it is that is trying to kill me sends another operative." She folds her arms over her chest. "Hopefully, they'll let me at least stow my guns. If not, then it is going to be a long hike to JFK airport."

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Simms looked at Fallon oddly for a moment as she was speaking, then when she was finished, said, "Ma'am, I'm certain they're not going to allow you to stow your weapons, especially during times like this. They're going to have to be put in the luggage compartment, if I can talk them into that, or they'll have to be shipped to you."

OOC: Fallon

Seymour Johnson Air Force Base
North Carolina
1:55pm, Sometime Late Spring, 2003

With a look from one of the MP's with a rifle, the airman at the building called over a loudspeaker, "Gentlemen, would you step out of the vehicle, please. Keep your hands where the MP's can see them." The airman finished, clearly unhappy about making the statement.

One of the MP's scowled at Donovan, and called out, "We're to bring . . . escort you to speak with General Bauer, at once."

Lt. Hearst looked at Donovan and offered, "Your call, sir. I'll run them over on your sayso."

OOC: Donovan

On the Way to Syracuse
Ithaca, New York
6:35pm Late Spring, 2003

Lt. Terrell had some difficulty keeping control of the black sedan as the young woman next to him squirmed and managed to manuever her body in quite interesting ways. His concentration being split between stealing glances at Nguyen, trying to comprehend what she was saying, and controlling a vehicle at the same time was almost too much for Terrell to handle.

"Ummm, wow. That's rather fascinating. I'm not too ashamed to admit that a lot of that is way, way . . . way over my head," Terrell commented as he glanced her way. "though you're more than welcome to continue."

Lt. Terrell glanced at his watch, noting the time, and accelerated.

OOC: Nguyen

Seymour Johnson Air Force Base
North Carolina
1:55pm, Sometime Late Spring, 2003

Rolling down the window Donovan spoke, "Airman, We are in a big hurry with orders from people WAY above your paygrade. What does this pertain to?"

Lear Jet - Tangent Communications
JFK Airport, New York, New York
3:45pm, Late Spring 2003

"Well that doesn't look too bad on you," Captain Samuels said. He looks down at the Montoya's shoes and finished with, "I don't think anyone will notice the shoes."

Lt Sowers offered to stay with the jet and lock it down while everyone was gone, so only Captain Samuels, Campell, and Montoya made their way across the tarmac - the place of so much recent entertainment.

"You'll like the Captain's lounge, JFK goes a step above most airports, drinks are relatively cheap, and the view is nice . . . depending on the time of day and number of stewardesses invited within," Samuels finished with a wink.

OOC: Montoya, Campbell