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

[Nuke261]

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

Durant's amusement at Lorelai's reactions to him did not show. This is going to be fun.
As he walked with her, and felt the wet, little cat nose sniffing his hand, he heard Lt. Stewart.
"Geezuss!" he exclaimed. He turned and saw Stewart with the other slumped man and hurried towards them. He handed Terrell Krizel and the luggage as he passed him.

 

[KitanaVorr]

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

"Too much to drink?" Lorelai echoed what she heard as she, half turned back to them. Her eyes looked quite disapproving at how he just tossed her two most precious possessions, the cat and the computer, back at Terrell who was already trying to get a hold of the rest of the luggage. Heading back toward Terrell, she intended to get back her cat and computer.

"Just toss him into a lounge and let him sleep it off," she told the men with lengthy sigh. "Just make sure there's a trash can nearby in case he wants to upchuck."

 

[Fanog]

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

While they walk over to the Lear, Leonard attempts to explain the situation to Fallon. He tries to think back to what Montoya told him and hopes that he has remembered most of it right.

She looks like she can handle the truth. Let's get that out of the way first.

"What's in Colorado? - I don't know. I do know that someone think it's important enough to kill off a list of people. That list, that's us..."

Assuming the woman isn't too shocked, Leonard continues.

"The Air Force has a secret project, in Colorado, that was recently compromised. I don't know by whom. There is a list of people who at one time had been selected for this project. For some reason, someone wants the people on that list dead. An Air Force Major has learned of this, and has decided to call us in." If she got the letter, she should know that his name is Davis. Let's not tell her any things she should already know...

"That's pretty much all I know. Our first priority is to get everyone safe, we'll receive further instructions once we have everyone together."

 

[Keia]

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

Terrell accepted the additional items within question; however, it was obvious that his coordination skills were being seriously taxed until Lorelai relieved him of Krizzel and the computer. He then made is way with the remaining luggage to the car further down the departures lane.

As Durant assisted Stewart with the 'drunken' man, Stewart indicated the sedan as a location to deposit the man and let him 'sleep it off.' Quietly to Durant, Stewart said, "He approached from behind and stuck a gun to my back and asked where the person was I was to escort. I popped him one with an uppercut, disarmed him and dragged him out here. I think this one's got a glass jaw. I thought it was better to remove him, in case he was working with others - might delay them a bit."

OOC: Durant, Nguyen

 

[Keia]

Parking Structure at JFK Airport
New York, New York
9:45pm, Late Spring, 2003

A call to Davis returned the information that Rylee Fallon and Lorelai Nguyen had been brought on board as well and that Durant was enroute back to JFK.

Montoya and Fisher make it back to the Captain's lounge without incident. On the way, both Montoya and Fisher noticed that there seemed to be a lot more tension in the airport. Montoya particularly noticed this more since he had only left the airport are less that 15 minutes ago. Also, Montoya caught an odd comment over the airport loudspeaker that seemed to him to be a coded alert of some kind.

There was no indication of the four men that Montoya noticed.

OOC: Montoya, Fisher

 

[Keia]

The Soccer Fields
Choctaw Reservation, Oklahoma
2:30pm, Late Spring, 2003

Originally posted by Jeremiah Grayson
Jeremiah looks back in the direction of the of the woman's voice and says "I will over there playing soccer, Thanks."

The woman immediately took on a motherly attitude and insisted on getting Jeremiah protected from the sun. The mixture wasn’t out of the bottle or even from the store, but it worked amazingly. The heat from Jeremiah’s burn faded on application and the muscles almost felt soothed as well. The woman explained to Jeremiah of the old family recipe and 27 herbs and spices. On reflection, it did smell like turkey basting, but hey, it worked.

Three hours of exhaustive soccer playing later, the boys actually look somewhat winded and stopped for another refueling. While drinking massive amounts of sun tea, Jack asked, “Aren’t you glad you decided to stay today? This has got to be the best day of the year . . . so far, that is!”

OOC: Grayson

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

"Huh. That is exactly what I need, more people trying to kill me..." Rylee muttered, more to herself than to Campbell. Another group of people looking to see her dead. And apparently, they knew where to find her, if the airforce knew where to find her. Perhaps it was time to move. Perhaps to the Sierra Madres... she had not tried living in a desert climate in a long time. "Okay, so how did my name get on this list, anyway? And who compromised the base in Colorado?"

Once they get on the Lear, Rylee immediately begins searching for something to open the cardboard box. "Hey, you got a knife or something to get through all this bloody tape? I guess someone thought they were giftwrapping this box for me."

 

[KitanaVorr]

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

Lorelai followed Lt. Terrell with her computer and cat carrier, admiring the sight of his cute rear while she still had the chance. Nothing could possibly look sexier than a great butt encased in a tight military uniform, especially that one. Why couldn't Terrell take her all the way to wherever the hell they were going? Why did they assign her that scruffy looking nerfherder instead?

At least she only had to deal with this Durant fellow for a couple more hours or more until he dropped her off. Lorelai laughed inwardly. Not like she had to work with him or anything.

 

[Jarval]

Pilots' Lounge at JFK Airport
New York, New York
9:45pm, Late Spring, 2003

"Oh, that's just wonderful!" Lucas exclaims. "So we don't know who we can trust? Where they fake Airforce, or turned against us Airforce? And when you say 'started snuffing out the members on that list', how many did they get through before your people starting picking us up?"

He flops down into a seat in the pilots' lounge, sighing heavily. "So, what's the next part of the plan? Are we meeting up with any of the rest of list?"

 

[Fanog]

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

"more people?", Leonard repeats questioningly. "I don't know by whom it was compromised, or how your name got on that list. All I know is that they are all people who have been considered by the Air Force for this project. If it really is such a big project, the Air Force will probably have taken quite some measures to find the right people for the job. Any idea what it is that they'd sepcifically want you for - what did you do prior to blindly accepting some secret mission?" He smiles at the question, it seems to include quite some self-derision at the situation Leonard has found himself in.

"Oh here, takes this." Leonard adds as he fishes a very sturdy-looking utility knife from his pocket and hands it to Fallon. "I'm assuming those aren't a pair of skis you packed, so I can understand why they'd want them shipped securely." He hangs round near to Fallon, interested to see what it is that's in the box.