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

[Keia]

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

To any observer, the scene at the black sedan looked very similar to a Chinese fire drill with four people trying to get into four doors but all wanting to enter different doors that the ones they were entering. For Durant, looking at the situation, he felt his internal danger clock alarm start to go off and the hairs on his neck started to rise.

On the drivers side front door, Terrell has just finished a "Yes, sir," then had a funny look on his face as he thought through whether he should have said no or not. On the passenger's side rear door, Durant had just received a cat carrier and computer, for the second time in five minutes. On the passenger's side front door, there was a jam as Lorelai slid into the seat that Lt. Stewart was about to sit in.

As Stewart leaned into the front seat to speak, a light popping noise came from his left upper arm and a small spray of blood followed immediately thereafter. The blood spattered onto the
headrest of the front seat and onto the back seat. Lorelai felt a warm wetness on the side of her face as the spray barely caught the side of her face.

A small grunt releasing from his mouth, Stewart's face contorted in more anger than pain or shock as he looked at his arm then ducked behind the open passenger door, pushing Lorelai's upper body down into the seat.

Durant looked from his position at the rear passenger's door and spotted the shooter, standing behind a brick pillar sixty feet away

OOC: Durnat, Nguyen

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

Before tucking the pistol into the inner lining of her coat, she pauses to check to make sure it was loaded, figuring that the airline attendants probably had not wanted to ship a parcel of loaded weapons. If it needed to be loaded, she would do so before putting the gun away.

"These? My father taught me how to shoot the rifle. As for this," she indicated the sniper rifle, "it was a souvineer, from some old friends of mine in the..." she pauses a moment, clearly searching for the correct English word, ".... militia, I think is the word."

Not interested in talking about herself, she promptly changes the topic of conversation. "Leonard, is it? What is it that you do?"

 

[Fanog]

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

Putting two and two together, Leonard has a hunch as to why Rylee would switch topics quite abruptly. He doesn't press the point.

"Me, I'm an anthropologist, working for the U.S. army. Quite interested in different ways of organizing people, the way societies work. In the army, that usually gets me a position as liaison on missions abroad, working with the local governments or populace."

Thinking back of the letter he had received that morning, he adds, "This mission we were all asked for sounded pretty interesting, but I can't really see what they'd want me for in Colorado, considering what I usually do."

Wow, was it really only this morning...?

 

[Dark Nemesis]

"Anthropologist? So you study people? Groups of people?" Hmm..." While Leonard was talking, Rylee began digging in her bag, searching for her change of clothes. She figured it would probably be a good idea to change into something slightly less bloody. Sooner or later, though, she was going to have to find a doctor, to remove the bullet from her shoulder. No way she would be able to do it herself.

"It does sound like an interesting mission. Unfortunately,I agree with you, I am not sure what they would want with me out in Colorado either." She shrugged slightly, and flinched, remembering the bullet in her shoulder. Time for another dose of painkiller... reaching into her bag once more, she took a long pull from it. Strong Irish whiskey... not the best painkiller in the world, but it would do in a pinch.

 

[Vardeman]

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.

Montoya checked his PDA for Fallon's info. "Yeah, that's the one," he replied, but they should've been on your Lear over an hour ago. Can you call out there to check on them? In the mean time, I want to wander down that way, see what's going on." He turned to Fisher, "You're welcome to tag along, or just stay here and get some shut-eye, oh, and by the way, this is Captain Samuels. He's our pilot." With that, Montoya headed back out into the terminal, strolling casually and trying not to draw any attention as he got as close as he could to the disturbance without passing through the security checkpoint.

V

 

[Nuke261]

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

As Durant turned to see the blood spraying from Stewart's arm he thought, Oh S***!! Here we go again! Dropping to one knee and pulling out his Glock, Durant scanned the parking area behind the group, spotting a shooter 50+ feet away, behind a brick pillar. After noticing that Stewart was still moving, Durant began to shout orders to the group, while shoving Lorelai's computer and cat towards the car.
"Nguyen, curl up into a ball and hug the floorboards!"
"Terrell, keep the professor down! Help Stewart into the car and once he's in, get the hell out of here!"
"Stewart, get inside and stay the F*** down! If anything happens make sure you get her to Montoya and the rest of the team!"
"Now Go, Go, Go!"
With that Durant was off across the parking lot. He stayed low, moving away from the car and it's direction of travel. When he had moved 2 or three rows over, he would peer over the hood of a car with his Glock. Once he had a clear view through his sights, he would empty the magazine into the bad guy. Can't take any chances around here. Then he would rush his position, changing out magazines on the way. Don't tunnel...scan, breathe... scan, breathe.

 

[Fanog]

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

Leonard spots Fallon's freshly bloodied shirt when she prepares to remove her coat.

"Woah, did they get to you before you got here? What happened? - Damn, that doesn't look good... I'll get you a first aid kit, there's bound to be one of this plane. He looks around the cabin for the signs noting the location of medical kits.

He also calls over to the cockpit. "Lieutenant Sower. I trust you have a medical kit in here? It seems like Ms. Fallon could use it."

 

[KitanaVorr]

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

Lorelai, who had never really seen that much blood or violence in her life, stared in morbid fascination at Stewart's wound - the whole world feeling like slow motion as he shoved her down in the seat. Her head bumped the gear shift but her mind barely registered it.

Then her rational brain came snapping to the fore and she conveniently forgot that she was the target. No time to dwell on that or stark naked fear. Not yet.

"Just get in on top of me," she told Stewart, tugging at him to come inside. "And we'll sort it out later when Terrell gets us out of here."

Airport Security is going to love this...

 

[Keia]

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

Terrell froze at the wheel looking at Lorelai curled up and the blood from Stewart as he kneeled behind the passenger door. Random screams were heard from various locations in the departures lane as on-lookers reacted to the gun shot and the visual it represented. Ignoring the screams and concentrating on his target, the shooter squeezed off two more shots, one impacting on the sedan’s passenger side door, the second amazingly passing through open windows in passenger front door and driver’s side rear door.

Echoing the screams of the onlookers was a cry of annoyance from Krizzel at his rough treatment as the carrier rolled into the back seat. Durant took off parallel to the sedan, looking for a better angle on the shooter. As he ran, Craig scanned the area for possible additional attackers but saw none. Durant stopped some forty feet down from the sedan on departures row, behind a car parked in the handicapped spot.

Stewart jumped into the car on top of Lorelai with her assistance, pulling the door shut behind him with his good arm. Looking at Terrell’s inaction, Stewart punched him calling out “Hit the gas!” Another cry from the cat issued forth as the car screamed forward, Terrell finally snapping out of his funk.

As Durant measured his shots, he found that his line of attack was blocked – as several onlookers, college students it appeared, tackled the shooter to the ground - his gun flying. The black sedan pulled up close to Durant and slowed but was still moving forward.

OOC: Durant, Nguyen

 

[KitanaVorr]

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

"You should have someone look at that," Lorelai spoke to Stewart in a bizzarely calm, rather measured tone. Her eyes observed the wound with detachment. "That's alot of blood to lose. You should use your shirt and wrap it around your arm. "

Finally she closed her eyes and did the most embarrassing thing that any young woman could do - even if she had never ever been in danger of anything her entire life, never felt this kind of fear, or even truly understood the situation - she fainted just as the car pulled up to Durant.