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

[Keia]

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

Donovan’s day was going from bad to worse in a hurry. Either Hearst betrayed his actions or the MPs were just prepared, but the sudden acceleration of the car didn’t seem to catch any of them by surprise. As the car accelerated into the gate, the MPs dodged to the side, with one only barely getting out of the way. The cracking of the wood of the gate accompanied the loud pop of a rear tire and the pop and grind of a front tire and something more.

Panic evident in Hearst’s face as the vehicle seemed to have a mind of its own. Upon clearing the gate, the vehicle jack-knifed and rolled – first onto the passenger side, then onto its top. The steering wheel spun out of Hearst’s control, and he cracked his head into the side windshield. Donovan miraculously escaped immediate harm, hanging upside down in the sedan as it slowly spun on its top.

“Crap,” Hearst said, blood leaking down the side of his face, “Major Davis is going to kill me, assuming we don’t die here and now. Let me take the blame for all of this. At least if you’re not in the stockade or being court-martialed, you can get to the airport and out of here. At least I could have carried out my assignment.”

Hearst felt the side of his head with his hand and looked at his own blood. The vehicle stopped . . . pointing back into SJ AFB and the three MPs cautiously approaching the vehicle.

OOC: Donovan

 

[Vardeman]

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.

Acting on those feelings, Montoya purchased a digital camera at one of the shops along the concourse. After changing into the less conspicuous attire, he sought out the suspicious gentlemen and surreptitiously snapped a digital photo of each of them. Once he was satisfied that he had gotten a decent photo of each man, he downloaded the pictures onto his cell phone/PDA.

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.

"Yes, sir," replied Montoya, "Campbell and I will be ready to greet them and bring them onboard the Lear. You say Fisher knows he is to meet us, but what about Fallon? Oh, and sir... Commander Durant mentioned those military types to you? I'm transferring their pictures to you now. I'm hoping you can get them identified so we can know who we're dealing with."

After hanging up with the major, Montoya returned to the lounge and spoke softly with Campbell, "The way I see it, our two birds are flying into the nest at about the same time. We have four possible hostiles," he continued, showing Campbell the photos, "who are currently outside of the high-security area. If they are armed, they won't be able to intercept Fallon until she comes out into the main terminal. If you were to meet her at the gate and bring her here, or better yet, directly to the Lear, you could bypass them altogether, perhaps with our pilot and/or co-pilot waiting on the tarmac with your weapons. Meanwhile I will be meeting Lucas and bringing him here and then to the Lear. Questions or comments?"

V

 

[Fanog]

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

Leonard leans in a bit closer to Montoya, and answers keeping his voice low as well.

"Sounds good. I pick up Fallon as early as possible, at the exit terminal. She's coming from Albany, right? If we're lucky, she's on on a small plane and I won't have to pull the 'emergency exit' stunt you and Durant did. I might just meet her on the tarmac."
"When I meet up with her, I'll try to intercept her luggage before it goes on transfer. I might have to do some talking to get that done, so I'd rather not be in these clothes. If I can still make it, I'll go to the Lear to change into something less 'clown's-like', like my regular suit." He eyes his clothes with a less then happy look on his face.

"Once I'm with Fallon, I'll take her to the Lear. I'm sure I can persuade here that I'm one of the good guys. If you're taking Fisher here, you'll need this." Leonard picks the key card out of his pocket and hands it to Montoya. "I don't have a cell phone, but I'll contact you if things get screwed up. Otherwise, we meet back at the Lear. Good luck."

 

[Jarval]

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

Lucas lets out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding as the police car sped past. He smiles in relief at the sign indicating JFK airport.

Thank God for that. Now maybe I can get some answers about today. He takes the turn, and follows the road to the airport. Coming to a stop, Lucas takes out the cell phone and dials the number for Major Davis.

"Major? I've arrived at JFK. What now?"

 

[Nuke261]

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

Durant eyed the car with Air Force markings, trying to determine if there was anything that made it look less than genuine. An Air Force Lieutenant got out of the driver seat and walked to the trunk to retrieve a suitcase. Looks like that should be them, everything seems okay. Durant placed the cell phone in his pocket, made sure his weapons were in place and exited the car and began to make his way over to the new arrival. Damn, I can't realy get a good look at Nguyen.

 

[Keia]

Departure Ramp, JFK Airport
New York, New York
8:29pm, Late Spring 2003

Campbell managed a change of clothes back into his suit to wait the arrival of Fallon’s flight. After a couple money-loaded handshakes, Leonard managed to position himself on the Tarmac and to convince one of the baggage guys to deliver her equipment to you. Leonard allowed his eyes to adjust to the darkness and seemed rather pleased with his location: easy to take note of those passengers off-loading, good view of the surrounding area for potential trouble, and out of sight from any questioning eyes in the airport observation windows.

Almost exactly on schedule, Fallon’s plane landed and the crews went to work, gathering luggage, setting the ramp stairs, signs and whatnot to direct passengers into the terminal. As Leonard got the twenty dollar bill ready for the baggage guy (‘half now, half later”), he noted a woman approaching with short blond hair and rugged outdoors clothes, obviously eager to be walking on real ground again.

Rylee Fallon was on the tarmac.
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As Rylee reviewed the occupants of the plane, one looked somewhat suspicious – clutching a briefcase as though his life depended on it. Rather young (maybe 20) to be gripping so badly, but nothing happened. Minutes that seemed like hours later and with great relief, the plane came to a stop and the seat belt light went off.

As she exited the plane onto the tarmac, the sheer size of JFK airport became apparent. In the almost dark of the spring evening, the airport lights were almost everywhere. Thinking back to the instructions Simms had given her for her arrival here, Rylee remembered that she was to find a Campbell or a Montoya as her contact.

OOC: Campbell, Fallon

 

[Keia]

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

As Lorelai got to the back of the sedan, she noticed that Terrell had blanched and was looking further down departures row. When she followed his gaze she saw an older man approaching them.

When he got within ten feet, Terrell snapped to attention and saluted. “Commander Durant, sir,” he said with an equal mix of respect and fear. Looking over the man, Lorelai didn’t understand Terrell’s reaction at all. Dressed in a turtleneck sweater, tactical vest, khaki cargo pants, brown boots, past the shoulder sandy brown hair and a scraggly goatee, he looked anything but military.

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As Durant approached, something about the airman tugged at his memory. When the airman snapped to attention, Durant remembered with a mental grin. Terrell was his name and Durant had rode him so hard and scared him so bad in his anti-terrorist training camp that he mustered out on the first day – almost in record time.

Durant really didn’t remember anything wrong with Terrell. He was tall, muscular, somewhat slow, forgetful, and short of wits, and rubbed Durant the wrong way – but other than that he was okay.

OOC: Durant, Nguyen

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Departure Ramp, JFK Airport
New York, New York
8:29pm, Late Spring 2003

She breathed a sigh of relief as the plane landed with no problem. She was eager to be off of this airplane. However, she waited, allowing the young man to get off the plane first, simply so that she could keep an eye on him.

She practically bounds down the stairs to the tarmac, very pleased to be on the ground. Once at the bottom of the stairs, she paused, and took a look around at all the people on the tarmac, searching her surroundings for any sign of trouble, and searching the faces of those around her. The airport was huge, and she was trying her best not to be overwhelmed. "Campbell or Montoya. Would have been nice if they'd given me a bloody picture to go off of..." she muttered to herself.

 

[KitanaVorr]

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

The tiny woman who turned around to peer curiously at Durant looked young...too young to possibly be the lauded Cornell University professor with the long list of accomplishments. In fact, dressed in low-riding jeans and a pretty little knit wrap - she looked more like a college student...a freshman even. All together too girly to fit into any military installation.

Everything about her looked fragile, all together too angelic, and quite exasperatingly naive. Except for her eyes - dark, wide, and piercing with intelligence and curiousity that was almost overwhelming when it was directed so intensely at him.

In one hand she held a silver case, the other a large animal carrier of some kind. The meowing from said carrier told him exactly what kind of animal it was she was planning on stowing away onto the plane.

"Are we supposed to meet someone else here?" she asked Terrell with a bit of confusion. "Is this some kind of joke? Because if I find out that it is and that you or scruffy man here are the ones who took all my panties..." she trailed off threateningly.

 

[Keia]

Entrance to JFK Airport
New York, New York
9:09pm, Late Spring, 2003

Originally posted by Lucas Fisher
"Major? I've arrived at JFK. What now?"

"Hold on, Mr. Fisher," the familiar voice of Major Davis replied, "I'm going to set up a three-way call with Sgt. Montoya . . ."

Major Davis briefly introduced Montoya and Fisher to each other, then let them determine a good location to meet. After some discussion and the handy use of a terminal map by Montoya, the two gentlemen agreed on a location, a first level handicapped parking area outside of airport security.

Montoya jogged over to the arranged location, walking calmly in the areas where he could raise suspicion. Twenty short minutes later, Montoya spotted a black Air Force sedan parked where he and Fisher had discussed, holding one very nervous passenger.
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Fisher made it to the designated area without incident. The first floor of the parking garage was well lit and Fisher had good visibility from where he sat in the sedan. Twenty minutes after the phone call started, Fisher saw the approach of a man meeting Montoya's description.

OOC: Montoya, Fisher