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

[Jarval]

The Lear Jet, JFK Airport
New York, New York
10:25pm, Late Spring 2003

"I'm a survival consultant. You know, how to make your way out the desert alive, that kind of thing." Lucas sips his beer. "I've worked for the Army a few times, and once for the Navy, but the Airforce is a new one for me." He continues attacking his steak as he talks.

"So, Ms Fallon, what's your job? If you don't mind me asking?"

 

[Dark Nemesis]

The Lear Jet, JFK Airport
New York, New York
10:25pm, Late Spring 2003

She regarded Montoya seriously for a moment, before replying. "I see. And this... Emeril, person, is he someone I should watch out for? The person behind these assassins?"

"A... survival consultant?" She smiles at Lucas. "That sounds very interesting. As for what I do, I occasionally act as what you call a survival consultant, but most of the time I am a survivalist." Having finished her hamburger, she gets up to throw the paper in the trash. "Trapping, foraging, and the like. By the way thank you for the hamburger."

 

[Fanog]

The Lear Jet, JFK Airport
New York, New York
10:25pm, Late Spring 2003

"Wow, so they hired two survival experts, huh? Makes you wonder where we're headed", Leonard says. He walks into the back of the plane, getting a soda from the minibar.

"Montoya, I heard that Durant picked up Nguyen and was on his way here. Did you get a chance to speak with him, did he have any problems?"

 

[Jarval]

The Lear Jet, JFK Airport
New York, New York
10:25pm, Late Spring 2003

Lucas looks at Rylee with new interest at her words. "A survivalist, really? We should compare notes some time. I'm only making a living out of my work, not using it to live, if you see what mean."

 

[Dark Nemesis]

The Lear Jet, JFK Airport
New York, New York
10:25pm, Late Spring 2003

"Yes, it does make me wonder what they want us for..." Rylee said quietly. She then smiled at Lucas, "Yes, I suppose we compare notes sometime." Though she does not say it aloud, she had figured that Lucas did not actually live as a survivalist. he did not have the look about him. But she was curious in what he had to say on the subject.

 

[Keia]

The Lear Jet, JFK Airport
New York, New York
11:45pm, Late Spring 2003

Lorelai stared at Terrell, taking in his height, his gorgeous body, those sweet green eyes…suddenly the height of scruffiness popped up between them to dispel her vision of the perfect solider. This Craig Durant wasn’t even in uniform and dressed like a man who couldn’t decide whether to be a yuppie or a hippie…and that hair…did he even brush that unkempt mess today?

Argh! What does he want now?!

Originally posted by Craig Durant

"I had a great time cuddling with you in the back seat Lorelai. I hope we can spend some more quality time together on the flight." He ended his remark with an exaggerated wink at her.

Her lower jaw dropped slightly – a mixture of shock, anger and absolute embarrassment coloring her skin a vivid shade of pink. Those dark eyes widened and even as Durant turned to go, they flitted about from place to place, searching for something, anything for her to chuck at his skull. The anger boiling up choked her throat so she couldn’t even get a satisfying retort out in time.

Instead she just bit her tongue, taking hold of her cat carrier and the computer bag, waiting only momentarily for Lt. Terrell before following him to the Lear jet, visions of Lt. Comdr. Durant’s impending demise dancing through her thoughts.
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The lightning was relatively good for what currently was an jet parking lot. The shadows of the jets from the various lights made the tarmac a wonderland for anyone thinking of sneaking around the planes. The air was fresh – fresher than the car – but had that fuel emissions and oils smell.

Originally posted by Lorelai Nguyen
"Are you coming with us on the jet?" Lorelai asked Terrell hopefully.

At Lorelai's question, Terrell looked hesitantly to Durant, somewhat afraid to make a definite committal either way. Terrell silently mouthed that he “hoped so” but didn’t had anything more but to carry Lorelai’s and Krizzel’s luggage.

Durant made his way up the metal stairs leading to the Tangent Communications Lear Jet, leaving Terrell, Nguyen, and Stewart to gather the remaining bags and supplies. Stewart looked somewhat pale, and his tie and left shirt sleeve were dark with old blood. After making sure that area was relatively secure, Stewart followed Durant up that stairs.
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Inside the Lear, polite conversation continued after the meal as the four strangers got to know one another a little better. Trash was cleared away but the smell of burgers, steaks and fries still hung in the air. Most significant conversation was delayed until Durant was to arrive later in the evening. Around 11:45pm Captain Samuels called out into the passenger cabin that Lt. Commander Durant had pulled up to the jet and was on his way. Samuels released and opened the hatch, allowing the recently arrived foursome to enter the Lear.

OOC: Durant, [Nguyen], Montoya, Fisher, Campbell, Fallon

 

[Keia]

Hotels off Exit Ramp of I-95
Somewhere between Florida and North Carolina
2:16am, Late Spring 2003

Conversation on the way to the hotel was light and joking, with no real sense of a change in the relationship from Lt. Reed’s perspective [at least from Andreev’s point of view]. Spotted the hotels side by side on the exit, Reed pulled the Air Force black sedan into one of the hotel parking lots.

Before exiting the sedan, Lt. Reed looked into the rear view mirror for a few seconds, then seemed to come to a decision. She removed her cap, jacket, and her small tie. Then, she pulled her uniform shirt out of her skirt and unbuttoned four of the top buttons. As a final touch, she pulled several pins from her hair and shook her head, allowing her red tresses to fall below her shoulders. She pulled her gun from its holster and tucked in the small of her back. While applying lipstick, she looked at Andreev, whose mouth had dropped open in amazement at the transformation and said, “I don’t think anyone will figure out I’m military, do you?” she finished with a wink.

When she got out of the car, she pulled her skirt up a bit, and tossed her clothes in a plastic laundry bag. “Someone is still looking for you,” she told Andreev, her Texan accent noticeably stronger and exaggerated, “But not me and not like this . . . so I’ll get the hotel room from over there (she glanced with her eyes not at the hotel the car was parked at, but the adjacent hotel) with cash, then get my bag and we’ll enter from the side. You okay with that, sugar?”

OOC: Ilianov

 

[Vardeman]

The Lear Jet, JFK Airport
New York, New York
11:30pm, Late Spring 2003

"Montoya, I heard that Durant picked up Nguyen and was on his way here. Did you get a chance to speak with him, did he have any problems?"

Montoya shook his head, "I spoke with Major Davis, and he didn't mention anything. All I know is they're due here any time now and then we have another ten hours to wait until we can get out of here."

V

 

[Fanog]

The Lear Jet, JFK Airport
New York, New York
11:30pm, Late Spring 2003

"We'll just wait to hear what he has to say..."

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At the signal from the Captain, Leonard stands up from his seat and walks over to the hatch, ready to greet the newcomers and help them with any luggage they might have.

"Good evening Lieutenant-Commander, Miss..., Sirs." Leonard is pleased to see Stewart again, but the Lieutenant's bandaged arm doesn't escaped his notice. Damn, it seems like we're lucky that they're all here.

 

[kid A]

Hotels off Exit Ramp of I-95
Somewhere between Florida and North Carolina
2:16am, Late Spring 2003

“Someone is still looking for you,” she told Andreev, her Texan accent noticeably stronger and exaggerated, “But not me and not like this . . . so I’ll get the hotel room from over there (she glanced with her eyes not at the hotel the car was parked at, but the adjacent hotel) with cash, then get my bag and we’ll enter from the side. You okay with that, sugar?”

Due to Reed's five-minute disguise, Andreev found himself unable to speak anything in reply. All of a sudden, his throat had gone dry, and he felt as though the temperature in the car had been increased by at least 20 degrees. Instead, his reply to her suggestion came in the form of a simple nod and the most dashing smile he could muster.

As she walked towards the hotel, he let his eyes follow her, but after a moment he snapped hsi attention back to the car. He reached again for his revolver, unlatching the holster and letting it sit open, just under his jacket. Watching the mirrors, as much as he could from the passenger side seat, he searched for anything suspicious. There was no reason to believe that someone could've followed them through the night, but that didn't mean it wasn't possible. He continued to watch the mirrors as he waited for Reed's return.