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

[Fanog]

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

While they're in the car, Leonard is quite busy, getting all of his gear in order. He has taken a place in the back seat fOr this ride, to have more room to open his bags.

After a few blocks of rush hour, Leonard was done stashing all of his 'security risk' equipment in his range pack, which he wouldn't need to have on hand during the flight. He looks up to see where they are and notices the airman's frustration.

"So, you're not from 'round here, I gather? It can be pretty tough to get through. I think we should just about make it on time, though." The words are a bit rough, Leonard has been used to the traffic for so long that he can't really take pity on those who get worked up over it. Still, he's trying to put some empathy in his voice, trying to ease the airman.

There's something in the scale for him, too. I bet his sup's won't be too pleased if I miss my flight. I'd probably be nervous as well. At that, Leonard smiles to himself, being just the slightest amused at the airman's inability to handle gridlock.

As they pull up in the no-parking space, Leonard sees the same look of embarresment on the airman's face.
"Hey, don't worry about it. The army pays, right? You're just doing your job, which is getting me on that plane. Oh, by the way, I packed a firearm and a knife in my range pack, though that shouldn't be a problem on the flight. Let me do the talking if they're giving me a hard time. Ok, let's move."

Leonard exists the car and swings one bag over his shoulder. His range pack he gives to the airmen, so he'll have his hands free to handle documents. He waits for the airman to lock the car and then hurries into the departures hall.

 

[Keia]

Fisher Apartment
Boston, Massachusetts
5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

Lucas glances up at the black sedan. "We're driving? OK. I'll give you directions to my place. That is, unless you already know my address."

“Yes, sir,” Lt. Johnson replied, “I’m aware of your address, just not all that familiar with getting there.”

After receiving directions, the airman does an admirable job of getting Lucas to his place. The airman accompanies Fisher up to his residence, but stops outside as his cell phone rings.

“Yes sir,” Johnson replied, “Yes . . . I understand, sir.” Johnson looked around the neighborhood as he spoke, eyes scanning. “LaGuardia by nine, sir?” Johnson briefly looked at his watch then to Fisher to confirm. “It will be tight, sir. Will those there wait? Very well, sir.”

Lt. Johnson looked to Fisher, “I’m sorry, sir. There’s been a change of plans – we’ll need to drive to LaGuardia terminal C and meet others with which you’ll be traveling. I’ll wait out here while you gather you things.”

OOC: Fisher

 

[Jarval]

"No problem, just give me five minutes." Lucas dashes up to his apartment, quickly gathers together his gear, and rushes back down the stairs to the waiting sedan.

"Don't suppose you can get this shipped around with me, can you?" Lucas asks as he passes the Airman his rifle (in it's case) and a box of ammunition. "It cost me a hell of a lot of money, and I just know it'll get stolen if I leave it here." He quickly throws the rest of his gear into the back of the sedan, before turning back to Lt. Johnson.

"So, any word on who we're going to be meeting up with?"

 

[Keia]

The Fisher Apartment
Boston, Massachusetts
5:20pm, Late Spring, 2003

When Lucas exits his apartment, Lt. Johnson was leaning against the side of the brick building, apparently shading his eyes from the afternoon sun. Fisher talked with Johnson as he stowed his gear, then can to the sudden realization that Johnson wasn't talking back . . .

OOC: Fisher

 

[Nuke261]

"GEEZE!!" Durant held onto his seat, squeezing the little armrests to keep from being tossed onto the floor. "Who do they have flying this thing? That is some major turbulence!!" "Everything alright up there guys?" Durant yells in the general direction of the cockpit.

"Soon as these guys settle down our ride a bit, I will get Davis on the line and see what he can do for us. He probably cannot get us firearms clearance before we touch down, so we will conceal our weapons and stay on the tarmac. That should keep us away from any immediate conflicts. We will also lose any Air Farce escorts they have and just travel with these contact people we are looking for. After we pick up Campbell we will have Davis take care of weapons clearance and and diverting Fisher. You can pick up some civies in a gift shop while waiting for Fallon."

Durant's head bounces off the back of his seat. "@*&$!%*!!" His anger is starting to show in his face as he yells, "You want us to come up there and fly this crate!"

 

[Keia]

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

Several tense moments pass . . . and the airplane ride smooths out.

"I apologize, there, gentlemen," said the voice of Captain Samuels, over the intercom. "Jet stream difficulties - a commercial airliner is way off of its flight path and we got caught up in its jet stream - not to mention the near miss. I've called it in. Everything's settled down and we have been given priority for landing."

The jet lands without difficulty and taxis over to the area near where Leonard Campbell will be boarding his plane. The captain informs you that he and the co-pilot will be catching some shut-eye and should be available for a late night flight plan or something first thing in the morning - if you're interested.

OOC: Durant, Montoya

 

[Jarval]

"Lt. Johnson?" Lucas looks up from his packing and goes over to the Airman. "You alright? If you're feeling off-color, I've got some aspirin in one of my bags." He pats Lt. Johnson on the shoulder, looking closely at the Airman's face.

 

[kid A]

Andreev listened intently as Lt. Reed informed him of what had happened to the other envelope recipient. She finished speaking, looking at him as it sank in. He was a bit tense. It had, after all, been a long time since he had seen any combat action. Still, working with various governments in joint military/space projects, he had been required to re-qualify with his weapon. Also, combat training wasn't the kind of thing that just slipped away. Got rusty, perhaps, but it was still in him. All of a sudden, though, he was wishing he had his revolver in his hands, instead of the vodka.

As he was thinking this, Lt. Reed granted half his wish by grabbing the glass out of his hands. She took a swig of the vodka, making no visible sign of its effect.

"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.

Andreev looked at her, and felt a hint of regret. He was becoming very fond of Lt. Reed, and it was a bit tragic, he felt, that he was going to have to leave her so quickly. It would be nice to have had the chance to get to know her. He reclaimed his glass, and emptied the remaining vodka. Standing up, he looked at the airwoman, and found himself apologizing.

"I am very sorry Lt. Reed. It would seem that this 'opportunity' I have been offered has a certain amount of risk attached to it, and I wish that you would not have been involved in such a situation. But, as it seems this is the way of things, I propose we return to the car, and find safe lodgings for the night. We can keep a watch until morning, and I can sleep on my flight if necessary."

Setting down the glass, he grabbed the pile of clothes, the two and a half bottles of vodka, and put them in a paper grocery bag. He walked to the front door, stopping and waiting for the Lieutenant. A smile returned to his face, and he told her, "If I am going to be in this danger you speak of, I can not think of anyone else I'd rather have to be protecting me."

 

[Nuke261]

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

While the jet taxis into position, Durant stands and prepares his gear. He checks with the pilot on the location of Campbell's plane in relation to theirs.

"Alright Montoya, lets head over and get Campbell." Durant was moving his hands over his gear, checking it subconsiously. "Let's try the polite, maybe even official manner this time. And then we can start shooting people. He smiles as he ads the last part.

 

[Vardeman]

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

While the jet taxis into position, Durant stands and prepares his gear. He checks with the pilot on the location of Campbell's plane in relation to theirs.

"Alright Montoya, lets head over and get Campbell." Durant was moving his hands over his gear, checking it subconsiously. "Let's try the polite, maybe even official manner this time. And then we can start shooting people. He smiles as he adds the last part.

Montoya nodded as he stood up, tucking his Glock 20 into his shoulder holster and adjusting his uniform blouse. As an afterthought he tucked the Beretta into his waistband at the small of his back. "After you, sir," he smiled, his eyes already scanning the tarmac as he let Commander Durant exit the private jet before him.

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