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

[Vardeman]

Captain's Lounge, Rest area
JFK Airport, New York, New York
4:05pm, Late Spring 2003

With that, Leonard makes some small-talk with Montoya, avoiding any mention of work, but trying to get a feeling for the man.

Montoya chatted with Campbell for a bit, his conversation well-informed and articulate, before reminding the Staff Sergeant of his plans to purchase some civvies. "I shouldn't be long, and here's the number to this cell phone, in case you need to contact me," he said. At that, he went off to shop. Thankful that combat pay and a lack of opportunities to spend it had caused his bank account to swell, Montoya only winced slightly at the inflated prices in the airport shops. He purchased a pair of jeans and a pair of khakis, a few assorted shirts, and a pair of sturdy, non-descript, non-military work boots. All during his shopping trip, he kept an eye out for the military types that Durant had mentioned. Finally, laden with his purchases, Montoya returned to the lounge to whlie away the time until about a half-hour before Rylee Fallon's flight was due.

V

 

[Nuke261]

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

Durant stretched in his seat after waking from a brief but restful combat nap. "Sure Lieutenant, take a look inside and see if the flight is on time and all that good stuff. I want to give Davis another call. I will meet you at the gate, if you notice anything unusual, give me a call at this number. This should throw off anyone looking for an official contact, they won't expect me watching your back"

With that, Durant dialed and waited for the other line to connect while scanning the area around his parked car. "Major. We're getting ready to go in and get Nguyen. Is Fisher coming here and if so when? Any chance you can get us on a private flight to go down and grab Donovan and Ilianov? That way I can send Montoya to get Grayson and we will be done. Oh yeah, what is our status with carrying weapons in the airport?" Although refreshed from his nap, Durant's mind had been rolling through everything he had to deal with for this next leg of the mission.

"And how's Sgt. Montoya doing? No problems I take it?" Although he had just met Montoya and had not gotten a good chance to know him, he had been impressed with the Marine. He knew how to handle himself and didn't let things get away from him. He reminded Durant of all the young soldiers he had spent his career training.

Durant continued to watch his surroundings. A busy place like this made it hard for anyone to pull off anything big, but it also made it a lot easier to hide. He knew this, he had been on both sides of that equation.

 

[Keia]

Syracuse Hancock International Airport Departures Row
Syracuse, New York
7:13pm, Late Spring 2003

"Durant, assembling these people has turned into a royal pain in my . . ." Davis replied on the call. "Both Rylee Fallon and Lucas Fisher were attacked. Both apparently are okay, but Lt. Johnson, who was assigned to Fisher, was killed. Forensics on the scene call it a sniper hit with a military grade rifle. Fisher managed to get out of there and is on his way to JFK as is Fallon."

"My call to SJ AFB was, shall we say, less than well received. General Bauer, the base commander, is holding Donovan pending his completion of some rifle evaluation. Frankly, it's weak but it's probably all he could come up with when I informed him that we needed his services. Regardless, I'm sure he's relatively safe on base and I doubt the General will have the stones to hold him more than a day."

"The Tangent Communications jet is yours to gather the others and drop you at your destination, but for no more than three days, regardless," Major Davis said regarding private flights. He also informed you that guns at the airports could not get approved without the necessary credentialing and paperwork - something they didn't have time for. "With regard to Grayson, since you're ultimately heading west, would it be better to gather everyone first, then all of you get Grayson?"

As Durant wrapped up his phone call with Davis, a black sedan with the Air Force insignia on the side pulled in not more than twenty feet in front of his vehicle. Lt. Stewart still had not returned from inside the airport, though it had only been a few minutes since he left.

OOC: Durant

 

[Keia]

Syracuse Hancock International Airport Departures Row
Syracuse, New York
7:13pm Late Spring, 2003

"Okay, I think I can get my hands around that explanation," Lt. Terrell replied as he looked at Lorelai. After his initial acceleration and Lorelai's rebuke, Terrell slowed down to the speed limit and drove more safely. Over the course of the next half hour, Terrell managed to keep up in conversation with Lorelai - but it was clear to Lorelai that he was merely a dabbler in the field.

Before either were clearly ready to arrive, Terrell pulled the sedan into departure's row at Syracuse Airport. The sky was starting to color and the temperature was cooling in Syracuse. The airport itself didn't appear to be very crowded for the time of day.

"Well, ma'am, we're here," Terrell said, sounding slightly disappointed. "I'll start getting the bags in the trunk, if you'll get the carrier and your other things in the back seat."

OOC: Nguyen

 

[Keia]

In the Air over Central New York
North Central New York
7:35pm Late Spring, 2003

With her decision made, Simms made short work of arranging to have her weapons stored and getting Rylee on the flight. On the smaller jet, the seat next to Rylee was empty and the flight itself had few passengers. The skies were relatively clear over central New York as the plane rapidly approached its destination of JFK Airport.

OOC: Fallon

 

[Dark Nemesis]

In the Air over Central New York
North Central New York
7:35pm Late Spring, 2003

She said her goodbyes to Simms, and boarded the plane. The lack of people on the flight was noted, and she took a moment to scrutinize every other person on the plane with her, before takeoff.

Takeoff was an ordeal in and of itself. As the engines of the plane roared to life, Rylee gripped the arm rests of her chair and scowled at the seat in front of her. It had been a long time since her last flight. Once they got into the air without incident, she relaxed slightly, but not much. She was perfectly fine with the idea of spending the rest of the flight with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, remaining alert in case of any trouble.

 

[MadThinker]

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


"Okay, okay," Lt Dovovan replied to the MP as he rolled up the window.

" Lt. Hearst, Gun it!!!!!"

 

[Keia]

Captain's Lounge, Rest area
JFK Airport, New York, New York
7:45pm, Late Spring 2003

While Montoya was shopping in the airport versions of various stores, he did notice a few guys that looked suspicious - four of them to be precise. Nothing that could be pinned down, but perhaps the way they carried themselves or something. Regardless, they didn't appear to notice Montoya, nor did they do or act odd in any way, it was just one of those gut feelings.

At around 7:30pm, Major Davis called Montoya on his cell phone. "Sgt. Montoya, you should be expecting a call from a Lucas Fisher within the next hour or so. I'm sure he's nearing JFK and will be looking for directions soon. As such, I'll be routing him to you via a conference call so that we can decide where you can pick him up. Rylee Fallon boarded her flight and should arrive on schedule around 8:25."

He passed on the terminal and gate information to Montoya for Fallon's arrival as well.

OOC: Montoya, Campbell

 

[KitanaVorr]

Syracuse Hancock International Airport Departures Row
Syracuse, New York
7:13pm Late Spring, 2003

Never been one much able to hide her emotions, the look of disappointment played across those delicate features at their arrival. Well - dump me off and I'll never see you again, will I? she thought miserably to herself. The best hours of her life with the cutest officer she'd ever met about to end.

Her computer safely stowed away, she pulled herself out of the car. The cat carrier in one hand and her computer case in the other, Lorelai watched with only slight amusement as Terrell dragged one huge bag full of cat stuff out of the trunk, and a smaller one filled with her clothes. Really, Krizzel had more things than her. She really should teach him to pack lighter.

A plaintive meow echoed from the carrier as if the rebuke her for such thoughts.

 

[Keia]

Nearing JFK Airport
New York, New York
8:49pm, Late Spring, 2003

The police car slowly began to edge closer and closer to the sedan Fisher was driving. When Fisher was almost certain the officer was about to flip his lights on . . . the lights came on as well as the sirens. The police car pulled hard into the adjacent lane and . . . sped past Fisher in pursuit of the unknown.

Following the lights and signs on the highways, Fisher was greeted by a welcome sight, 'JFK International Airport, next exit.'

OOC: Fisher