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

[KitanaVorr]

I-81 South, En Route to JFK
Syracuse, New York
7:18pm Late Spring, 20

Though originally alarmed at how much blood Stewart lost...not to mentioned secretly worried that she would do something undignified like pass out again...there really was alot of blood and it was all over her...Stop it!

Lorelai made sure Stewart's tie held tightly for a tourniquet before pushing herself up to get into the backseat and give him some room. Just as she was in the middle of getting back there, half in front, half in back - Durant had to open his mouth and actually talk to her.

Originally posted by Nuke261
"Professor, why don't you check and make sure you don't have any actual wounds under that ruined shirt of yours. We wouldn't want anything to sneak up on you, would we."

Her dark brows knit together. "As much as I'm sure you'd love to see take my shirt off," the young woman began in a heavily sarcastic tone. "I don't think that particular pleasure will be happening today even if I had a gaping hole in my chest."

Lorelai shoved herself into the backseat, striving both not to fall on top of Durant and to find a place among the bags, cat carrier, and computer case that didn't involve having to touch him. It also took every ounce of her will power not to glance down her shirt and check to make sure she was okay. It would serve him right if she bled to death anyway.

Insufferable man.

 

[Jarval]

The concourse at JFK Airport
New York, New York
9:55pm, Late Spring, 2003

Lucas glances down the menu, only now realising how little he's had to eat today.

"I'll have a steak and a beer." Lucas passes the menu back to Captain Samuels, looking up at the TV every time someone cheers. "I'm good with staying here to eat, but we can head out to the jet if you want." He glances over to Montoya, awaiting the Airman's response.

 

[Keia]

Rest Stop on I-95
Near JFK Space Center, Florida
1:56am, Late Spring, 2003

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

Lt. Reed looked down at the hand holding hers . . . she didn’t say anything, and frustratingly to Andreev, her face didn’t reveal her emotions either. The moment dragged . . . or maybe it only seemed that way. When she start to speak, there was an unrecognizable emotion to her voice – something there that Andreev couldn’t identify.

“Listen, flyboy . . .” She started, but the way she said it, it didn’t sound bad. She spoke quietly, eyes slightly downcast. “I like you . . . and there’s no but after that - there’s not going to be any ‘driving’ either. We’ve both got jobs to do . . . and they’re not going to be made any easier by us getting crazy in a hotel room.”

“Plus, you couldn’t handle me right now,” Reed said smiling and looking back into Andreev’s eyes. “Trust me when I tell you that I’d rock your world. It would go down as the second greatest thing ever to happen to you. . . . So let’s catch a quick six hours, then go meet your contact. I’m guessing you’ll need to be well rested for what lies ahead.”

OOC: Ilianov

 

[Vardeman]

The Pilots' Lounge at JFK Airport
New York, New York
9:55pm, Late Spring, 2003

"You guys want something to eat, drink," Samuels asked, holding out menus, "they don't have much but it'll fill you up. I'll add it to my tab. We could take our food back to the plane and eat also, your call."

Montoya's stomach growled even before he could answer. With a chuckle he replied, "That sounds mighty good, Captain. Why don't we get enough for everyone and take it on out to the plane? I'm thinkin' a nice thick cheeseburger and fries would hit the spot."

V

 

[Keia]

The Pilots' Lounge at JFK Airport
New York, New York
10:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

Before too long a warmer bag of burgers, fries, and a couple of steaks is prepared and ready for carryout. No drinks were bought as Captain Samuels informed Montoya and Fisher that there was a well-stocked bar and frig back at the plane.

The trip through the concourse and out to the plane in uneventful. Security still appears to be high and the tensions of passengers appears higher as well with the delays the increased security would provide.

Montoya thought a bit on the military men and that he hadn't seen them since taking their pictures. A good deduction could be that they were caught behind one of the checkpoints and haven't been able to get around it, yet.

Regardless, the smell of warm food brings smiles and belly grumbling to the hungry folk still on the Lear . . .

OOC: Montoya, Fisher, Campbell, Fallon

 

[Nuke261]

I-81 South, En Route to JFK
Syracuse, New York
7:18pm Late Spring, 20

"Unbelieveable!" Durant had to try very hard not to get in Lorelai's face and start barking out commnads. "Listen darling, I don't know who you are or where you come from, but I am here to save your _____ ______ life. That includes making sure you do not have any extra holes in you when you are covered in blood. I am not asking for a striptease, unless maybe thats the only way you know to undress. We will all be good soldiers and look away from you so we don't see anything we have all seen hundreds of times before. Heaven help us if you are shot or cut and we have to patch you up!!"

With that Durant turned sideways in his seat, facing away from her and towards his window. "Stewart, you sure you will be all right until we get back?" Durant did not like leaving one of his people unattended to. Out of boredom he added, "Terrell, if you get tired let me know, I can handle the driving for awhile."

"So Prof, since you seem to know so much, I guess I don't have to tell you about this little project we're headed for or the people who just tried to end your life." Durant continues to look towards his window. He is watching what he can of Lorelai's reflection in the glass.

 

[KitanaVorr]

I-81 South, En Route to JFK
Syracuse, New York
7:18pm Late Spring, 20

"Darling? Darling?! Who do you think you are...you...you...cerebrally-challenged ape!" Lorelai snapped back, livid now. She could have sworn this day had started out really nice with Terrell and now it was rapidly becoming utterly...impossible. And it was all his fault...she was sure of it.

It took another hefty batch of willpower not to throw something at him. She prayed Terrell would get them to their destination quick so she could get as far away from this Durant fellow as was technologically possible.

"I can wait," she retorted. Even if the curiousity is killing me. And it was. "I can see why someone would want to take a pot shot at you, but why would anyone want to kill me? I'm a scientist, not a solider."

Lorelai undid the wraps to her shirt and checked underneath quickly, turning this way and that in an effort to glance behind her. Well, other than the cute top being utterly ruined along with her lacey bra underneath...I just bought it too!...nothing seemed to be amiss, much to her relief. And damn if whoever stole her lingerie left her with only what she was wearing now.

This absolutely is not my day...

 

[kid A]

. . . . So let’s catch a quick six hours, then go meet your contact. I’m guessing you’ll need to be well rested for what lies ahead.”

Andreev, more than a little frustrated, saw that she was right. It had been a very long day, and whatever this mission was all about, he would probably need some shuteye before he reached SJ AFB. The fact that his life was in danger meant that he should be alert, aware of his surroundings at all times. And he wasn't going to be able to do that without a decent night's sleep. By himself. Letting go of Reed's hand, regretfully, he reached for the check.

"You are correct, Lieutenant. We should both get some rest." He paid the check, got out of the booth and looked at her. "I am ready when you are, Lt. Reed. Let's find a hotel."

 

[Nuke261]

I-81 South, En Route to JFK
Syracuse, New York
7:18pm Late Spring, 20

Durnat turned and stared into her eyes the entire time he spoke, with the most intense war face he could muster. "Listen princess, from now on you take orders from only one person, Me! This project is definitely worth killing people over. No one at that airport was trying to kill me. No one knew I was going to be there. They had the computer print out, on you, that I showed you which means they were looking for you. They then shot at you and everyonwe with you in an attempt to kill YOU. Maybe that logic is a bit too much for you to comprehend. I know you are very worried about making goo-goo eyes at Lt. Terrell, but right now I am your F______ knight in shining armor, riding in to save your ungratefull butt!!"

"Why don't you try and sit there and shut up for 5 stinking minutes, like a big girl, so I can tell you why you are involved in a matter of International Security."

Durnat continued to stare directly through her head. She does have gorgeous eyes.

 

[KitanaVorr]

I-81 South, En Route to JFK
Syracuse, New York
7:18pm Late Spring, 20

Durant's sudden turn surprised her and she hastily fixed up her shirt, but the look on his face rather pinioned her half between shock and maybe a bit of terror. He did look really scary like that and no one...no one had ever raised their voice at Lorelai before, nevermind giving her that look...whatever the hell it was.

With dark eyes wide and staring, mouth half-open, and her cheeks rapidly growing more and more pink, the professor didn't quite have a reply handy quite yet as Durant let out his tirade. And then his words stirred nascent anger in the midst of her shock.

"I'm not some military drone you can frighten with orders," she snapped back - definitely more subdued than she had been earlier thought Durant could be pretty sure that would change mighty quick.

Knight in shining armor...hah! He looks more like a barbarian...that's what he is...barbaric!

"And how about instead of yelling at me, you just tell me what is going on?" she added with more than a bit of haughtiness, folding her arms across her chest and arching an dark eyebrow.

Don't let him see your fear...don't let him see!