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

[Jarval]

"Looking for me?" Lucas winds down the window on the sedan, calling over to the approaching figure. He pulls the handgun out of his waistband as the man gets closer, carefully keeping the weapon below the level of the window. "What's your name, and who sent you?"

I'm not taking any chances this time.

 

[Nuke261]

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

"Thanks for identifying me as a high ranking military officer to anyone watching us, Lieutenant Turtle." Durant recognized Terrell as he approached. The Air Force might have good use for the man, but Durant didn't. However, it did appear that he had delivered Professor Nguyen, without getting her killed.
Maybe I was wrong about him. Nah, assassins probably just didn't make it to her on time.

Durant now turned his attention to Lorelai. There is no way this woman, no make that girl, is a highly valued professor and theorist! "I'm Lieutenant Commander Craig Durant, United States Navy S.E.A.L., professor." Durant had turned on his charm and his biggest and brightest smile as he approached Loerlai. He also made it a point not to acknowledge Terrell any further than he had to. "I've been selected by Air Force Command, in all of it's infinite wisdom, as the best person qualified to safeguard you and your..." he bit his tounge, hesitating only slightly before continuing. "You and your cat. You have been selected for a top secret project that you and I will be working very closely together on. I would be happy to tell you more about this project, but not everyone involved is privy to this intelligence." Durant, now standing with Lorelai, rolls his eyes towards Terrell as he states the last part. He is also moving to carry her bags for her.

"Let's move back to my car, the one that is not parked directly under a floodlight, where I can fill you in on all the details. Perhaps your driver could get us a couple of coffees while I discuss the important parts." Durant motions in the general direction of his car.

"And I would love to hear more about you not having any panties."

 

[Fanog]

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

As Leonard sees Fallon exit the plane, he takes a few steps towards the plane and out of the shadows. He looks at Fallon directly, trying to let her know he's there. That must be her. Good, she made it.

Keeping his arms casually at his side and trying his best to appear non-threatening, Leonard nods to the blonde woman and walks towards her at a steady pace. He keeps an eye on the rest of the people present, wanting to assure himself that the two of them don't receive too much attention from any of them.

Looks like a tough lady. Keep it friendly, but to the point. I hope she understands that I can't really give her specifics out here.

"Miss Fallon? Good evening, I am Leonard Campbell. As you may be aware, there has been a change to your flight plan. I've been sent here to pick you up, and escort you further. I've arranged for you to retrieve your luggage immediately from the plane. If you would please follow me...?"

 

[Keia]

On the Highways of Florida
Near JFK Space Center, Florida
1:45pm, Late Spring, 2003

Reed and Ilianov had been traveling up I-95 for several hours when Reed decided it was time to switch drivers. A nearby rest stop complete with fifteen to twenty tractor trailers parked for the night provided an excellent spot to stop, stretch and take a short break. The rest stop itself was well lit and had the typical restrooms, gift, snack and information areas, though this one also included a 24-hour coffee shop and restaurant.

The strong aroma of the coffee was unmistakable when Ilianov entered the rest stop and the look on Reed’s lovely face confirmed that she had smelled it as well. Unspoken words passed between the two as they made their way to the coffee shop. Upon entering and seeing many booths available, Reed suggested that they grab something to eat as well, “I mean, since we’re here and all.”

Andreev noticed Reed sweep the area looking for potential trouble and the satisfying look on her face when nothing became apparent.

OOC: Ilianov

 

[KitanaVorr]

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

Originally posted by Nuke261
"Thanks for identifying me as a high ranking military officer to anyone watching us, Lieutenant Turtle."

Well that was rude! Lorelai straighted feeling all at once very protective of her cute officer escort. Who was this scruffy guy anyway? And why was Terrell afraid of him?

Originally posted by Nuke261
"I'm Lieutenant Commander Craig Durant, United States Navy S.E.A.L..."

Too bad you don't look it, scruffy dude.

She listened as he explained himself, nodding but unable to do any handshaking as both of hers were full of cat and computer. When he offered to take them, she handed both over to him. Durant felt a cold wet nose touch his hand as Krizzel sniffed him out before making a questioning "meowor?"

Originally posted by Nuke261
Durant motions in the general direction of his car.

"Well then! Let's get with it," Lorelai spoke up, both hands on her slim hips before heading off in the direction Durant spoke of with all the arrogance of the young.

Originally posted by Nuke261
"And I would love to hear more about you not having any panties."

At that though, the young woman spun around. Her skin lit up in a flash of pink, mouth slightly open. Nothing came out though except a minor echo of disgust before she turned her back to Durant again, marching in the direction of his car...and belatedly realizing she didn't know exactly which car it was he came in and hoping it was something easily recognizable.

"I thought I was supposed to be getting on a plane not in a car."

 

[Vardeman]

Entrance to JFK Airport
New York, New York
9:30pm, Late Spring, 2003

"Looking for me?" Lucas winds down the window on the sedan, calling over to the approaching figure. He pulls the handgun out of his waistband as the man gets closer, carefully keeping the weapon below the level of the window. "What's your name, and who sent you?"

I'm not taking any chances this time.

Montoya scanned the parking garage as he approached the car. Noticing the nervousness of the man inside he smiled reassuringly and replied, "I'm Sergeant Ricardo Montoya, Mr. Fisher. Major Davis sent me and we spoke on the phone just a short while ago. Welcome to JFK. We'll be heading into the terminal and to the pilots lounge. We're stuck here at the airport until at least 10:00 am tomorrow morning, and our pilot has graciously invited us to relax there tonight."

V

 

[Keia]

Syracuse Hancock International Airport Departures Row
Syracuse, New York
7:14pm Late Spring, 2003

Looking down departures row, Lorelai only has two choices: a black sedan about twenty feet away that looks a lot the one she just left, and a red econovan further back than that.

At that same time, a sharply dressed african-american airman with a linebacker build walked back out the in doors of the terminal. He had his arm around a man's waist and was supporting him up as though the man had drank too much. The name tag on the airman read Lt. Barry Stewart.

"Excuse me, could you help me with this man - I think he's had too much to drink," Lt. Stewart asked of Durant. To Durant, the look in Stewart's eyes indicated anything but.

OOC: Durant, Nguyen

 

[kid A]

On the Highways of Florida
Near JFK Space Center, Florida
1:45pm, Late Spring, 2003

Upon entering and seeing many booths available, Reed suggested that they grab something to eat as well, "I mean, since we're here and all."

Sliding into a booth, Andreev watched as Lt. Reed scanned the resteraunt once more. "Always working to keep me safe, Lieutenant? Sit down and relax awhile. I am sure we can keep ourselves out of trouble long enough for some coffee and a little food."

Showing him a lovely smile, she sat down in the booth. They ordered some coffee and a bite to eat, taking the time to relax a little from the somewhat tense trip. It felt good to be out of the car, but Andreev wondered about how long it would take to reach their destination. And, looking at Reed, he was beginning to regret driving through the night. "I am curious, Lieutenant, how much longer do you think it would take to get to SJ AFB?" He reached out his and placed it gently over hers. "Perhaps, if we are making good time by the end of our trip, we will have a chance to stop and get some sleep for a few hours before my flight."

 

[Keia]

Rest Stop on I-95
Near JFK Space Center, Florida
1:55am, Late Spring, 2003

Reed checked her watch on Andreev's comment, thought a moment or two, then replied, "It’ll probably be another five to six hours before we get there. I reckon about 700 or 800 this morning or about the same time we’d be able to call and get a hold of your Lt. Donovan.”

Surprisingly, patrons still arrived and departed at this late hour - the only to draw Reed's attention were a few departing metal heads with sunglasses on at 2:00am and chains and chrome everywhere. A light snack and a couple cups of coffee later, Reed offered, “There should be a hotel or two at the next exit. We could get some shut-eye, then continue the drive.”

 

[kid A]

Rest Stop on I-95
Near JFK Space Center, Florida
1:55am, Late Spring, 2003

A light snack and a couple cups of coffee later, Reed offered, “There should be a hotel or two at the next exit. We could get some shut-eye, then continue the drive.”

Andreev briefly went over the timetable in his head. If they stopped for a few hours at a hotel before driving the remaining 5 to 6, he and Lt. Reed should still make it to SJ AFB about the time his flight was meant to arrive. He was sure that Durant would have given specific instructions to this Lt. Donovan to wait for his arrival, just as he had told Andreev where to go. If not, well, I am sure that Durant will understand.

Andreev smiled and clasped her hand. "That sounds like an excellent idea. And then, my dear Lieutenant, it will be my turn to drive."