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

[Vardeman]

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? Were 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?"

Montoya shook his head slowly answering the last question first, "Two of the names on the list were marked as 'deceased'." He continued, "That's just it, it's hard to tell who to trust. I trust Major Davis and anyone he vouches for, 'cause he helped me out when those two tried for me, and I don't know if they were real or not. I'm working on the assumption that they were fakes. Very good fakes, but fakes nonetheless. I trust the names on the list, because it don't make sense not to at this point. And right now, that's about it. If I don't know 'em, they're the enemy until proven innocent."

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?"

Montoya replied, "For now, we're stuck here at the airport until 10:00 am. Campbell and Fallon are on the Lear with our co-pilot, Durant is heading back this way with Nguyen, and our pilor, Captain Samuels is sleeping over in one of those rooms." He stood and turned toward the sleeping cubicles, "That reminds me. I wanted to check with him about those coded messages we heard on the intercom." He walked over to the door to Samuels' bunk and tapped lightly on the door before opening it and poking his head in.

V

 

[Calim]

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


"Hey Jack, I have to go get cleaned up, he will be back anytime and if what you said was true then I don't want to be caught unaware."

Jeremiah smiles at Jack and starts off to go get his clothes for a shower.

 

[MadThinker]

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

"Hearst, be prepared for anything," Donovan said getting into a crouch and reevaluating the situation. The truth of the matter was that SCREWED was an understatement of this situation. "I thought that government cars were supposed to be built better than a Yugo!" he said under his breath.
"If they try to harm us plug them, otherwise well play it cool and see where this goes."

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

"Yeah, more people," Rylee said in response, but she left it at that. At Campbell's words concerning the Airforce, she pauses a moment to think, before shrugging her shoulders. "Nothing that immediately comes to mind," she said at last. Really, what would the Airforce want with a failed IRA scout?

"Thank you!" She smiles at Campbell, accepting the utility knife, and promptly begins cutting into the cardboard box. The opened box would reveal a pistol, which Rylee would promptly tuck inside the inner lining of her coat, and two rifles, one of which was a hunting rifle, the other being the sniper rifle that she had taken such a shine to.

 

[Nuke261]

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

"Nice work Stewart." Durant was assisting the officer in dumping the uncounscious body in the sedan. "Did you search him yet?" But before he got an answer, Durant was instinctively running his hands across pockets, waistbands and any other likely hiding places.

"Well I do have some good news, I caught Ms. Nguyen and her escort before they got inside. You don't know Terrell already, do you Lt. Stewart? Either way, why don't we get out of here before some real trouble finds us."

 

[Keia]

Syracuse Hancock International Airport Departures Row
Syracuse, New York
7:16pm Late Spring, 2003

"I'm all for getting the heck out of here sir. Any longer and someone is certain to be pointing at me for something," Stewart replied.

Stewart beamed at the compliment but for the most part held it inside. As Durant was searching the unconscious man, Stewart handed him the man's weapon, a Beretta 93F. The wallet had an ID and about $60 but nothing else significant. A crumpled paper in a front pocket had Nguyen's descirption, airport and flight time.

Stewart and Durant finished rolling the man and settling him in Terrell's sedan, then made their way back to Stewart's sedan.

Terrell made it to the other sedan and popped the truck, placing the luggage for Lorelai and Krizzel in the trunk. He then helped Lorelai get situated in the back seat of the sedan, and leaned into the black sedan to say a few words to Lorelai.

"Ma'am," Terrell said, "it's been a real pleasure spending time with you on this trip. I think I even learned something about parallel worlds while I was at it. . . ."

Anything further Terrell might have added was halted when he saw Stewart and Durant approach the sedan.

OOC: Durant, Nguyen

 

[Keia]

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

When Montoya poked his head into the cabin, Captain Samuels was already sitting on the edge of his cot, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Hey, Sergeant Montoya," he said by way of greeting.

After Montoya relayed the coded message he thought he heard over the loudspeaker, Samuels nodded his head in assent.

"That's a good ear, Montoya. That was an alarm - a security alert in Terminal C and all available security was to report there. Hey, wasn't that where Fallon's flight was supposed to depart from?" Samuels asked Montoya.

OOC: Montoya, Fisher

 

[Nuke261]

Syracuse Hancock International Airport Departures Row
Syracuse, New York
7:16pm Late Spring, 2003

Durant walked over to his sedan with Lt. Stewart. As he got closer he spoke to Terrell. "You gonna get in the damn car or just stand there waiting to get shot Lieutenant? Inactivity breeds failure, remember that lesson?"

As the men reached the car, Durant hands Lorelai the computer printout of her information. "Lieutenant show Terrell the i.d., see if he knows the guy. Ms. Nguyen the scumbag Lt. Stewart just removed from the airport was armed and had this information on you in his pocket. Walking around an airport armed takes a lot of guts these days. These people are very serious, I hope you understand that. We are going to meet up with another group of people being hunted and we have to leave right away, so get comfy and hold onto your cat, cause we are outta here."

"Terrell, I need to sit in back and brief the professor here, so you've got first shift driving. Think you can handle that without quitting?"

 

[Fanog]

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

Leonard lets out a sort of admiring whistle as he spots the rifles. "Well, I could think of something." he says, referring back to her previous comment.

"Where'd you learn how to handle those? Sorry, I don't mean to pry, feel free to blow me off - But if we're going to be working together in the future... Well you know, might be nice to get to know each other a bit."

Leonard takes a look out of the window, even though he knows it's too early for Montoya to be back. Better safe than sorry...

 

[KitanaVorr]

Syracuse Hancock International Airport Departures Row
Syracuse, New York
7:16pm Late Spring, 2003

"That's Dr. or professor Nguyen," Lorelai corrected Durant while taking the piece of paper from him. Her eyes scanned it quickly and then she scoffed. "I do not weigh that much!" she declared, stuffing the sheet into a back pocket. Though her attitude was cavalier, inside she was starting to feel the queasiness of fear, fear that perhaps all this danger was real after all.

Bah, who was he kidding? The dope was just trying to scare her, like he was so obviously trying to frighten Terrell out of his skull.

"And you don't have to be so rude to the lieutenant," the young woman informed Durant, handing him her cat and her computer to stow away without asking. "Doesn't the Air Force teach their commanders manners?" With that she slid into the front seat of the car.