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

[kid A]

Hotels off Exit Ramp of I-95
Somewhere between Florida and North Carolina
8:26am, Late Spring 2003

In the morning, Andreev was the first to awaken, noting several strange things. The initial shock of waking in a strange place, or at least an unremembered one, passed quickly for Andreev, as he realized he was sleeping in the hotel. The one thing that didn't pass was the lovely arm and leg draped over him . . . Reed was still sound asleep and was cuddled up to him, quite provocatively.

Relaxing for a moment, Andreev took the time to enjoy this turn of events. He looked at Reed, still sleeping (and looking very beautiful doing it), and smiled. He thought about how nice it would be if they were staying at this hotel under slightly different circumstances. Thoughts of Reed lingered awhile longer in his head...

Soon, though, he looked at the clock and knew he had to get them moving. Regretfully, and not without a little effort, Andreev slipped out from under the grip of Lt. Reed. He got up from the bed, showered quickly, shaved and dressed. The formal business suit fit him well, so much so that the suit could have been said to be wearing him. Proper business attire should be appropriate, as I am still unsure with whom I will be meeting, he thought to himself. He re-packed his things, and closed his field bag, preparing for the rest of the trip. Moving to wake Reed, he stopped with a thought, and went to his coat. He pulled the gun, still in its holster, out from underneath the coat and strapped it on under his suit jacket.

Kneeling down on the side of the bed, he reached over and gently shook Reed to wake her...

 

[Nuke261]

The Lear Jet, JFK Airport
New York, New York
12:05am, Late Spring 2003

After speaking with Montoya and explaining the increased security that would take place, Craig Durant stood and looked over the plane full of people. A unique mix to say the least. Not a lot of real workd experience. An obvious military/securtity presence, and a lot of scientists and theorists. Durant had his doubts about what this project would involve, but he could see that the people who picked them had a particular idea in mind.
Regardless, this was his team now, they were his people. He would do whatever it took to protect them from any danger and make sure they were able to do their jobs.

"Alright people." Durant gave them a moment to quiet down and look his way. "For those of you who don't know me, my name is Craig Durant. I'm a Lieutenant Commander for the United States Navy S.E.A.L.s. I was. I am now on assignment for the Air Force and at the moment I am the man in charge of keeping all of you alive. As I am sure you know by now, there are forces at work who want all of us killed. I will get into the explanation of why in a few minutes, first there are a few things we need to take care of to get through the night."

"Major Davis, the man responsible for bringing us together, has seen to it that this plane is properly guarded. This does not mean we will take chances. All window shades will stay closed until we are in the air again. No exceptions. No one leaves the plane until we land at our next destination. If some need arises for you to leave the plane, you do not do so until I say you can. At that time you will be escorted by armed security. No exceptions."

"I am not here to make friends. I am here because it is my job and I will not fail. I have no doubt that some of you will hate me. Some of you will hate what you have to do. You do not have to like it, you just have to do it." Durant continued to look around at the group. There was no doubt he had gotten their attention. He continued to make mental notes on each of them as he spoke.

"Before we move on to why we are here, does anyone have any questions or problems they consider immediate concerns?" Durant turned his attention form the group at this time, searching for a bar or fridge, he was going to need a couple of good drinks to get through this night.

 

[Keia]

Hotels off Exit Ramp of I-95
Somewhere between Florida and North Carolina
8:46am, Late Spring 2003

Kneeling down on the side of the bed, he reached over and gently shook Reed to wake her...

Ilianov was startled . . there was nothing more to say. One moment, he was gently reaching to wake Lt. Reed up; the next moment he was in a head lock and one of Reed’s powerful legs was pinning his other arm to his side. Unable to get a word out due to the sudden lack of anything resembling oxygen in his lungs, Andreev simply enjoyed as Reed padded him down with her free hand and the rest of her body. Then . . . there was no movement from Reed and embarrassment sounded in her voice as she released Andreev.

“Sorry, sugar. Guess I was having a particularly riveting dream, and you just joined right in,” Lt. Reed commented. Her barely clothed form disappeared into the bathroom, but not before Andreev managed a quick glance through the bedroom mirror.

While waiting for Chris to get ready, Andreev flipped on the morning news, catching reports of strange activity from New York’s JFK Airport including shots fired on the tarmac and a bomb scare and gunmen apprehended during the night. Surprisingly, although there were on-site reports, there was no video of any of the events. In other news, an early morning flight out of Orlando had to make an emergency landing after an apparent explosion on-board. Fourteen people were either killed or wounded, but the pilots managed a landing in Alabama.

In short order, Reed was fully dressed in her Air Force uniform and ready to go, a kiss on Andreev’s cheek and a hug delivered as an apology for her rough treatment of him. “Sorry, again. I hope I didn’t strain anything. . .”

OOC: Ilianov

 

[Fanog]

The Lear Jet, JFK Airport
New York, New York
12:05am, Late Spring 2003

As Durant starts his speech, Leonard walks a bit before seating himself in one of the chairs near the aisle. He tries to get a seat close to Rylee and Lucas, if possible.

So, this must be the opening speech, to get everyone in line and filled in on the details. Montoya will probably be fine, but it seems like these ones might be in for a rough ride. Better stay close and keep an eye out for how well they take him. If Durant leads the way he looks like he'll do, there may be some bumps that need to be smoothed over, preferably before we're off...

Leonard simply gives a shake of his head at Durant's last question, waiting for the real story.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

The Lear Jet, JFK Airport
New York, New York
12:05am, Late Spring 2003

Obviously the friendly type... Rylee thought with a slight smirk as she settled in a nearby chair to listen to Durant's little speech. Occasionally, she took sips from the flask, being careful to put it away once she began feeling the pleasant buzz in her head from the alcohol. Usually she got herself completely drunk on the days that she got shot, it made the trip to visit the local doctor to get the bullet removed easier. However, it occurred to her that she should probably keep her wits about her, now that the number of groups who were trying to kill her had doubled.

She gives a brief nod to Leonard as he sits beside her, and while listening to Durant's speech, she takes a moment to examine the other people aboard the plane. She gives Terrel an apparaising look, clearly approving of the handsome airman. Too bad Simms hadn't been that good looking, or she would have made more of an effort to make friends with him.

She also casts a look of dismay at the child, Lorelai, and her cat carrier. Rylee was not crazy about cats. Would Lorelai insist upon bringing the cat with her on whatever mission that they were supposed to embark upon? Oh well... if worse can to worse, there were numerous ways to skin and eat a cat...

 

[Keia]

The Lear Jet, JFK Airport
New York, New York
12:05am, Late Spring 2003

"Before we move on to why we are here, does anyone have any questions or problems they consider immediate concerns?" Durant turned his attention form the group at this time, searching for a bar or fridge, he was going to need a couple of good drinks to get through this night.

Durant found a rather well stock bar and fridge near the back of the Lear. During the time that Durant took to locate the bar, nobody raised any questions. Lorelai looked as though she was too angry at the moment to trust herself to ask any questions and Lucas appeared interested in what Durant had to say.

Stewart was quietly sleeping off the minor surgery, and seemed oblivious to the concerns of the others. Lt. Terrell had found a spot near Lorelai but not too close, and looked as though he was sitting at attention.

OOC: Durant - (both Kitana and Jarval are unavailable till later in the week, I want to keep this rolling)

 

[Keia]

Interlude - Cheyenne Mountain
Colorado Springs, Colorado
Late Spring 2003

Activity within the SGC looked no different than any other day. People interacted with each other, went about their daily jobs . . . or at least that's the way it appeared. Appearances could be deceiving, however. . .

Things were proceeding according to plan, the alien creature thought. All those within the mountain fortress are securely under my control. A pity that outsiders had managed to disable the other military functions within the mountain before I could gain access to them. No matter, soon I will control them all.

Within a cell deep in the mountain, Teal'c raged with frustration. He was immune to what had happened but had be captured through deception. After testing the room for escape routes or weaknesses for the fortieth time, Teal'c sat on his bunk and began to meditate. He needed to conserve his strength for the right opportunity to avenge what happened . . . and his friends.

End Interlude

 

[kid A]

Hotels off Exit Ramp of I-95
Somewhere between Florida and North Carolina
8:46am, Late Spring 2003

...In other news, an early morning flight out of Orlando had to make an emergency landing after an apparent explosion on-board. Fourteen people were either killed or wounded, but the pilots managed a landing in Alabama.

Andreev stared at the television. On the one hand, he felt relieved that he hadn't been on the flight this morning. He could only assume that this flight was his red-eye, and that if he had boarded that plane, he would have been dead. On the other hand though, he was disgusted.

Fourteen people, injured or worse, and for what? A mission for which I have no details on. This had better be worth my time. And those peoples' lives.

In short order, Reed was fully dressed in her Air Force uniform and ready to go, a kiss on Andreev’s cheek and a hug delivered as an apology for her rough treatment of him. “Sorry, again. I hope I didn’t strain anything. . .”

Feeling her there in his arms, Andreev smiled. He took the moment to enjoy the embrace. But, as she backed away, his smile vanished. He looked at her plain, and simply motioned towards the screen, the remote directing her sight to the TV, where the station was still covering the morning's activity.

"What do you think, Lieutenant? I have to assume that it was meant for me."

 

[kid A]

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[Keia]

Seymour Johnson Air Force Base Main Entrance
Goldsboro, North Carolina
1:55pm, Late Spring 2003

Reed listened to the announcer repeat the tragic event, the news ticker on the bottom of the screen giving more details. She nodded her head and responded, "Yes, that could have been related to you. I wouldn't be surprised if it was, but you weren't on that plane. You can still make a difference, and I'm sure you will - as soon as we get up to meet you contact at the Air Force base."

After one final check of the room, Reed and Ilianov made their way to the black sedan. After a quick but thorough inspection by Lt. Reed, she pronounced the vehicle suitable for a road trip, and the two were off to North Carolina. The conversation lingered a while on the events discovered during the morning, but there really wasn't much for Reed to say on the subject.

After getting briefly turned around near Seymour-Johnson Air Force Base, Lt. Reed finally approached the main gate only for the two to witness an unusual sight only 80 feet away: an Air Force black sedan came crashing through the gate, jackknifed and flipped, spinning on its roof as three MP’s started to close the distance. The MP’s were still forty feet away from the spinning vehicle and approaching quite slowly.

Lt. Reed looked over to Andreev and her eyes rolled, “How much do you want to bet, that’s your contact? What do you suggest we do?”

OOC: Ilianov