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

[Fanog]

New York Apartments, East Side
New York, New York
1:40pm, Late Spring 2003

"No, that's okay. Come on up. Don't mind the mess, though... I haven't been around much." A wry look comes upon Leonard's face, but he won't bother with more of an explanation.

He opens the door to his apartment and lets the airman in. The weird thing is that the apartment isn't really a mess. In fact, everything but the kitchen looks quite neat, almost as if it hasn't been lived in for several weeks at least. The kitchen is another story, where six empty boxes of take-out food are a testament to the fact that indeed someone has lived here for the past few days.. about six to be precise.

Leonard drops his bag on the table and hurries into the bedroom. He gets his large army bag and quickly packs some clothes and personal 'work' equipment. He returns to the living with the bag, also carrying his small sidearm and its ammo, stuffing those in the shoulder bag.

"That should do it. I'm set."

He lets the airman out, and is ready to close the door behind him. He looks back one last time, and seems to change his mind about something. "Wait a minute, there's one last thing I have to do here."

Leonard rushes back in, grabs pen and paper from his bag and wipes the kitchen table clean with a broad stroke of his arm. He take a bit of time to write a letter, in duplicate. One he leaves here, on the table near the front door. The other goes in an envelope, which he holds in his mouth, so as to carry all of his luggage.

"mwokay, mwet's gwo."

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Seldom used Pathway
Somewhere in the Catskills Mountains, New York
5:30pm, Late Spring, 2003


Once Simms motions that the sniper is dead, Rylee comes out from behind the car and begins to slowly make her way over to them. Her progress is slow because she is still searching the trees for any signs of a second sniper. It never hurt to be a little paranoid about these things, especially when on the run.

Once she reached Simms and the corpse, the first thing she did was look at the sniper's face. Occasionally, she ran into people she had known from before, and so she would check, ju out of curiousity. Then, she knelt down, and began searching for any IDs or papers that the sniper might have had.

"Simms, it looked like you had some training in traveling through the wild," she said as she was checking the corpse. She was not ordinarily a conversationalist but, maybe talking would help her to ignore the pain in her shoulder.

 

[Keia]

Chocktaw Reservation, Oklahoma
10:30pm, Late Spring, 2003

The rest of the evening passes uneventfully for Jeremiah. In fact, a small celebration was held in his honor to thank him for the time spent and all of his help.

Much of the evening was spent listening to the Elders and their stories. Most were very entertaining and also provided morals through the story to subtly help the younger ones accept the teachings.

One story in particular, told by the oldest of the Elders, interested Jeremiah. The tale told of the coming of the Spirits to the Indians and the help they provided - specifically mentioned was the spirits help in dealing with the dead.

OOC: Jeremiah

 

[kid A]

"Thank you Leiutenant."

Andreev unlocked his car and set his bag on the driver's seat. He reached over to the passenger's seat and grabbed his overcoat, folding it over his arm. He began to exit the car, but stopped, almost by instinct, and opened his field bag.

Reaching deep in the bag, he found his revolver in it's holster. Trying not to attract too much attention, and making it appear as though he was accounting for all of his things, he checked and found that the gun was loaded with all six bullets. For the time being, he slipped the gun back into his bag, closed it, and locked his car.

Just in case...

Turning to the airwoman, he put on his best smile, not a difficult task facing such a beautiful woman presenting him with such an opportunity. "Alright Lt. Reed, I am ready now to return to my apartment. Tell me, do you like a good vodka?"

 

[Keia]

Cornell University - Off Campus Housing
Ithaca, New York
4:50pm Late Spring, 2003

Lt. Terrell directed Professor Nguyen to the car he was driving, a black sedan with the USAF insignia on the sides. After opening the passenger door for you and ensuring you were in safely, Terrell drove Prof. Nguyen to her residence, a small townhouse near the off campus housing.

Terrell made small talk along the way: weather in upstate New York, how long was left to the end of the term, the Catskills.

Upon arrival, Lt. Terrell got out of the car and followed Lorelai up the steps to her townhouse. He stopped her before she reached the door . . . which was slightly ajar.

OOC: Nguyen

 

[Keia]

Seymour Johnson Air Force Base
North Carolina
1:30pm, Sometime Late Spring, 2003

It wasn’t very often that someone would find a Navy SEAL on a home front Air Force Base, but this was one of those times. Lt. Donovan was currently on medical leave from his unit due to a broken leg in a bad fall. Donovan endured the obvious ‘physician heal thyself’ jokes, but was shipped stateside to recuperate his leg. Donovan learned from one of his superiors that they thought he would rush his recovery were he to remain at or near the field.

The leg feeling much better, Donovan was looking forward to being reassigned with his unit. To pass the time waiting for the approval to come down from on high, Lt. Donovan had spent the better part of the past month testing some prototype rifles and writing reviews and recommendations. The latest rifle was decent, but the recoil could use some adjustment – though he wouldn’t get to write the report anytime soon . . .

“Okay. Let’s go.” With that said, he began walking towards the officer’s car. The Lieutenant, trying not to look surprised again, asked, “Don’t you have any questions.” Luke continued towards the car. “No sir. They want me for some secret mission at some base I never heard of, I’m in.”

“Very well, sir. This is for you, then,” the airman said as he passed a flight ticket to Donovan. “I’m to accompany you until you board the flight, at 1930 this evening. Will you need to stop anywhere to pick up your gear, sir?”

OOC: Donovan

 

[KitanaVorr]

Cornell University - Off Campus Housing
Ithaca, New York
4:50pm Late Spring, 2003

Lorelai frowned slightly. "Oh no! Did I forget to close the door again? " Stupid absent-minded me! "Krizzel! Krizzel!" she called out to her slinky black cat. "Do you think he got out? I hope not. You'll help me look for him, won't you? He's not an outside cat!"

Dropping her stuff onto the grass, she started looking around for her cat, snapping her fingers and calling out his name repeatedly. A line of worry crossed her brow - any warning of danger completely forgotten as she headed to the door.

 

[Keia]

Cornell University - Off Campus Housing
Ithaca, New York
4:50pm Late Spring, 2003

With opportunity to surprise anyone inside lost, Lt. Terrell pushed open the door and stepped inside ahead of Lorelai. Actively looking into the decent sized living room and up the stairs, Terrell had unholstered and draw his weapon.

Inside the living room / dining room that doubled as an overflow office and computer area, Lorelai quickly realized as she entered behind Terrell that things weren't as she left them. To borrow from the television cop shows, the room had been tossed.

"Miss, I think you should wait outside," Terrell said quietly, "Perhaps your cat is under one of the shrubs. . . "

Lorelai could tell that the Lt. was focused, trying to listen for any unusual sound, eyes darting - looking for danger.

OOC: Nguyen

 

[Keia]

Seldom used Pathway
Somewhere in the Catskills Mountains, New York
5:35pm, Late Spring, 2003

Under the hunting cap, the red hair and beard as well as other facial features mark the sniper as an Irishman. An Irishman without a wallet or identification of any kind. To Rylee, that meant serious trouble – that the big boys were interested in how long she breathed.

The sniper was well camouflaged and had hiking gear, but no rations or water. An undercover shirt and sniper rifle with an extra clip rounded out his military equipment. The rifle, Rylee noted, had no serial numbers or identifiable markings that she noted.

Simms crouched at the body and looked around in the woods for trouble while Rylee searched the body. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied, “I’ve had some survival training and seen some live action. Nothing compared the outdoor life you seem to lead though, ma’am. Do you feel like there’s still someone watching us?”

OOC: Fallon

 

[Keia]

Lear Jet (Tangent Communications)
Air over New York
2:30pm, Late Spring, 2003

Durant and Montoya continue their discussion on the way to the jet and during the flight.

The private Lear jet was owned by a company called Tangent Communications, or at least that was what was emblazoned on the side of the jet. The pilot, a Captain Samuels, had the look of a former military officer, as did his co-pilot.

Durant’s jacket dinged – it was not a ding he was used to. Reaching into his inside pocket, he removed the phone/PDA, which was the dinging culprit. When he opened it, itineraries popped up on the view screen, detailing the arrivals and departures of the people on the list from New York . . .

Lorelai Nguyen:
* departing Tompkins Airport (Syracuse) 7:55 pm
* arriving LaGuardia Airport (New York) 8:40 pm
* departing LaGuardia Airport (New York) 9:55 pm

Leonard Campbell:
* departing JFK Airport (New York) 3:15 pm

Rylee Fallon:
* departing Albany International Airport (Albany) 7:25 pm
* arriving JFK Airport (New York) 8:25 pm
* departing JFK Airport (New York) 9:15 pm

Lucus Fisher:
* departing Logan International Airport (Boston) 8:25pm

Pictures of each person were also listed by their itinerary.

Just as Durant finished looking over the information, the plane rocked sharply from left to right . . . then the fasten seat belt light came on. . . .

OOC: Durant, Montoya