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

[Keia]

Cornell University - Off Campus Housing
Ithaca, New York
5:50pm Late Spring, 2003

"Do you go around stealing women's thongs? Argh...don't tell me this is some kind of stupid fraternity prank...I'll show them a raid..."

"No, ma'am. Definitely not. I, umm, went to the Academy, ma'am. They throw you out for things like that," Lt. Terrell replied in his best clipped military voice. Then in a more concerned voice, "Ma'am, I'm sorry someone did this to you. I'll give you some time to get you things in order. I'll be standing outside the door in case you need anything."

Terrell stood outside on the patio, awaiting Prof. Nguyen to finish with her packing. At 6:20pm, he stepped back in to see if she was ready to head to the airport.

OOC: Nguyen

 

[Keia]

The Streets of New York
New York, New York
2:45pm, Late Spring 2003

Leonard encountered no difficulties in getting his materials delivered to someone to carry on the task. The drive to the airport however . . .

Mid-afternoon rush through New York was a particular issue, today. New Yorkers were as pleasant as ever as well. The airman was growing increasingly frustrated until finally . . . the traffic cleared, with no real indication of what had caused the stoppage to begin with.

JFK Airport, New York, New York

Barely a half-hour to spare as the lieutenant pulled into the no parking area for arrivals and left the car to assist Leonard with his bags. "I think this is going to be a habit for me," the airman said, referring to parking in yet another no parking zone.

OOC: Campbell

 

[MadThinker]

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

“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 [/B]

"Take me to my bunk. I'll need ten minutes to get my gear together."

Luke rarely received orders that were specific about his mission but the possibilities for this mission were wide open.

A good sniper, and medic for that matter, was taught to trust his instincts. Luke had the sneaky feeling that this mission would be out of this world.

 

[Keia]

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

Originally posted by Fallon
"If you think you are able to move that log on your own, then you are welcome to it. I think I am going to take a minute and bandage my wounds," Rylee said. Then, something occurred to her. "Did he manage to hit you?"

"No, ma'am. I wasn't hit at all, but I don't think he was gunning for me. I think it was you he was after," Simms replied. Simms followed beside Fallon, eyes looking out into the wilderness.

"I thought there'd be more animal sounds in the Catskills, though I suppose a firefight tends to keep them quite for a while," Simms joked.

Lt. Simms worked on successfully moving the log (with some help from Fallon) and was in the sedan ready to go, just waiting on Fallon's okay.

OOC: Fallon

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

"No, ma'am. I wasn't hit at all, but I don't think he was gunning for me. I think it was you he was after," Simms replied. Simms followed beside Fallon, eyes looking out into the wilderness.

"I think perhaps you might be right," Rylee said quietly. Tht was the third one this month. Really, this was getting ridculous. Perhaps it was time to move on, find another place to live. These assasins seemed to be having too easy of a time finding her, anymore. Maybe the Sierra Madres? She would figure it out, after she found out what it was exactly that the Air Force wanted with her.

"I thought there'd be more animal sounds in the Catskills, though I suppose a firefight tends to keep them quite for a while," Simms joked.

"That has been my experience. Things get really quiet, with firefights and grizzly bears," she replied with a smile, but it was clear by the tone of her voice that she as not joking.

After they got the log moved, Rylee took a moment to strip off her heavy overcoat, mesh vest, and shirt, down to the tanktop she used as an undershirt. She retrived from her backpack her first aid kit, which contained several different sizes of bandages, and a silver colored flask. She took a long pull from the flask, and paused a moment, letting the warmth of the whiskey run through her. She then poured a little of it onto a cotton dressing and applyed the dressing it to her bullet wound. It stung, but hopefully wound keep it from getting infected. Finally, se applied a bandageoer top. "That should do it," she said at last, putting the modified first aid kit away. "I am ready to go if you are..." she paused then, realizing something. "You know, Simms, I never caught your first name."

 

[Keia]

Seldom used Pathway
Somewhere in the Catskills Mountains, New York
5:40pm, Late Spring, 2003

Lt. Simms made his way down the path to an appropriate area to turn around, then headed out of the Catskills toward civilization.

Rylee's work on her arm stopped the bleeding and hopefully prevented infection.(1)

"That should do it," she said at last, putting the modified first aid kit away. "I am ready to go if you are..." she paused then, realizing something. "You know, Simms, I never caught your first name."

"Ma'am, most people either call me Simms, Tee, or Lieutenant," Simms replied. Chaning the subject, Simms started, "By my estimate, I think we should be at Albany Airport within an hour maybe more. Was there anywher else you needed to stop before the airport?"

OOC: Fallon
(1) Treat Injury heals 5 hit points, 3 uses remain of first aid kit

 

[Keia]

Ilianov's Apartment Building
Near JFK Space Center, Florida
9:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

Originally posted by Ilianov
Andreev's smile returned. "Well, Lieutenant, it has been long since I have served in the military, so you may know about these rules better than I. However, I should think that a woman such as yourself could hold her liquor. And I don't see the harm in one drink."

Lt. Reed nodded her agreement on the way up to the apartment. Her conversation is pleasant and somewhat distracting, but Andreev got the impression that the talk may be cover for something. Looking at her, her eyes were alert and scanning halls, out windows as they passed them, reacting with her eyes to any unusual sound. She was definitely at a higher level of awareness that what she was letting on.

OOC: Ilianov

 

[kid A]

She was definitely at a higher level of awareness that what she was letting on.

At first, Andreev didn't notice anything strange about his conversation with Lt. Reed. He maintained their small talk while checking around the apartment for anything else he may need on the trip, but he was too busy to notice her slight distraction.

His bag carrying most of what he needed, he only grabbed some extra clothes for the trip, and the two bottles of vodka for Durant. He placed his things on a chair by the door, and grabbed a third, opened bottle of vodka, pouring a glass and offering it to the airwoman.

Despite their earlier flirtations, she refused the drink. Andreev closed the bottle, and drank the vodka he poured while they talked. It was then that he actually noticed that the Lieutenant's attention was not completely in the conversation. Her eyes fluttered about the apartment, looking especially over the windows and unentered rooms. Also, she almost seemed to record every strange noise they heard from inside and outside the apartment.

"Lieutenant Reed," Andreev asked curiously, "is there something more I should be aware of? While I would enjoy your complete attention, I realize that there is something else on your mind. You seem to be very anxious about something?"

 

[Keia]

Ilianov Apartment Building
Near JFK Space Center, Florida
9:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

Originally posted by Ilianov
"Lieutenant Reed," Andreev asked curiously, "is there something more I should be aware of? While I would enjoy your complete attention, I realize that there is something else on your mind. You seem to be very anxious about something?"

Lt. Reed seemed hesitant at first to explain the situation, but resolution passed through eyes and face and she started. "There was an incident earlier today in which one of people who received an envelope like you was attacked by outside forces, forces posing as Air Force personnel. These people knew where to find the individual and attempted to eliminate him."

"I was told Lt. Commander Durant was there to put a stop to that incident and recover the individual. However, there is a suspicion that other attacks could come. As such, I have been assigned to see you to your plane," Reed said. As she spoke she reached for Andreev's glass and took a small swig.

"The sooner we get away from your familar stomping grounds and into a neutral location, the happier I'll be. Then, I'll have that drink - so bring the bottle," Reed finished with a smile.

OOC: Ilianov

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Seldom used Pathway
Somewhere in the Catskills Mountains, New York
5:40pm, Late Spring, 2003

"Simms it is, then," Rylee said, noticing that he had changed the subject, but not bringing it up.

Carefully, she settled back into the seat, watching the trees pass by the car window. "Hmm... no, I do not think there is anywhere I need to stop. The Albany Airport, is it? And where will we be going from there?"