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

[Jarval]

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

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."

"Very glad to see you, Sergeant. I'm hoping you'll be able to explain the day I've had." Lucas puts the handgun back in the waistband of his pants for now, before stepping out of the sedan.

"I've got a lot of my gear in the car, and I'm carrying a gun. I take it I'm not going to get jumped by security when I go in the terminal?" He carefully shows the Beretta to Sergeant Montoya, holding the weapon in the least threatening manner he can manage. "Should I just leave my stuff in the car, or bring it with me?"

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

"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...?"

Rylee looks a little worse for wear as she approached Campbell. She looked a little bit tired, nd though she had patched up the actual wound in her shoulder, the bulle hole and blood sain told no lies. While Campbell spoke, she took toe opportunity to study im closly. Her eyes light up noticably when he mentions gettingher belongigs immediately from the plane.


"Campball, eh? Good to meet you, then. Let me just grab my bag and my guns. Where will we be going next?" Her voice is heavy with an Irish accent.

 

[Keia]

The Tarmac, JFK Airport
New York, New York
8:29pm, Late Spring 2003

One of the baggage workers drove a golf cart-like vehicle over to Campbell and Fallon. In the back of the cart was a bag that Rylee recognized and a long packing box that was large enough to hold a pair of skis comfortably.

The worker looked at Leonard expectantly and made no move to get the items in the back of the cart. "Hurry it'd up," the worker said with a heavy Bronx accent.

OOC: Campbell, Fallon

 

[Vardeman]

Parking Structure at JFK Airport
New York, New York
9:30pm, Late Spring, 2003

"Very glad to see you, Sergeant. I'm hoping you'll be able to explain the day I've had." Lucas puts the handgun back in the waistband of his pants for now, before stepping out of the sedan.

"I've got a lot of my gear in the car, and I'm carrying a gun. I take it I'm not going to get jumped by security when I go in the terminal?" He carefully shows the Beretta to Sergeant Montoya, holding the weapon in the least threatening manner he can manage. "Should I just leave my stuff in the car, or bring it with me?"

"I'll do my best to explain what I know, Mr. Fisher, as soon as we're in a safer position." He nodded knowingly when Fisher showed him the handgun. "Bring everything. We don't need to pass through security to get to the pilots' lounge. If you need a hand with your bags, I'll be glad to help, but we should each keep a hand clear if possible, if you catch my meaning, sir."

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[Fanog]

The Tarmac, JFK Airport
New York, New York
8:29pm, Late Spring 2003

"Eh, that's Campbell, I believe some of my ancestors came from Ireland originally. "

As he spots the luggage cart, Leonard motions for Fallon to pick up her stuff. "Go ahead, I'll settle the arrangement with the driver." He takes the bank note from his pocket and settles it in his hand.

"Thanks, pal. You've really saved me from a lot of hassle there." He smiles and shakes the worker's hand, tranferring the money.

Leonard then walks over to Fallon and offers to take one the pieces of luggage. He walks beside her, and directs her in the direction of the Lear. "This way, please. We have a small jet at our proposal for now. We'll head over there, and wait for Sergeant Montoya. He's in the airport at the moment, picking up someone else. I'm sure you have a lot of questions. I'll try to answer them best as I can, but I'm afraid I don't know much more then you do at the moment."

As they walk, Leonard keeps his eyes open for any suspicious persons or situations.

 

[Jarval]

Double post

 

[Jarval]

Parking Structure at JFK Airport
New York, New York
9:30pm, Late Spring, 2003

Lucas shoulders his backpack, and passes any remaining luggage to Sergeant Montoya.

"Yeah, I think I get your meaning. Am I personally wanted dead, or have I just fallen in with bad company?" He smiles faintly as he finishes unloading his gear.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

The Tarmac, JFK Airport
New York, New York
8:29pm, Late Spring 2003

"Oh, right. Campbell. Sorry about that."

As the luggage cart approached, she looks questioningly at Campbell, before shrugging her shoulders and moving to grab her luggage. She was very enthused about the idea of being reunited with her guns, until she actually saw the box that they were being shipped in. She saw with dismay that there was so much tape on the box, that there was no way she would be able to get to them quickly. Heaving a heavy sigh, she slung her bag over her uninjured shoulder, and held the box close to her chest.

When Campbell offered to carry one of the items, she shrugged and handed him her bag. There as no way she was giving up the cardboard box. As open a the tarmac was, it would be a perfect place for a sniper to hide, and even if she could not immediately get to her guns, it was a comfort just to be holding them.

"I see. Yea, I do have some questions. What's out in Colorado that's so important?"

 

[Keia]

The Tarmac, JFK Airport
New York, New York
8:55pm, Late Spring 2003

As Leonard looks over the surroundings, he does note some sort of commotion within the terminal where the arriving passengers from Rylee's plane were entering. Regardless, the disturbance didn't seem likely to pour onto the tarmac, nor reach them before they entered the maintenance door and returned to the Captain's Lounge.

Rylee is able to recover her bag and the long box, though getting anything out of there anytime soon may be a problem. The box had been duct tapes and shipping taped so much it was difficult to spot plain areas of cardboard.

The journey to the Lear is a somewhat long, brisk walk but nothing unusual occurs. When they reach the plane Lt. Sower unlocks the door to allow Campbell and Fallon up.

OOC: Fallon, Campbell

 

[Vardeman]

Parking Structure at JFK Airport
New York, New York
9:30pm, Late Spring, 2003

Lucas shoulders his backpack, and passes any remaining luggage to Sergeant Montoya.

"Yeah, I think I get your meaning. Am I personally wanted dead, or have I just fallen in with bad company?" He smiles faintly as he finishes unloading his gear.

Montoya hefted Fisher's remaining bag in his left hand and led the way back to the pilots' lounge. On the way he phoned Major Davis, reporting the successful rendezvous. As he walked he kept scanning for the four men he had seen earlier and any others of the same type. He replied to Fisher, pitching his voice for their ears only, "According to my information, you, me, and about ten others were on some sort of list as possible members of this secret project. Someone started snuffin' out the members on that list, and two fake air force pukes tried to take me out when I got off my plane, so Major Davis gathered me and Lieutenant Commander Durant and now we're gathering the rest of the folks on the list."

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