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

[Fanog]

Will Rogers World Airport
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

Leonard is awake for most of their flight. He takes the time to watch the others on the plane, trying to get a feel for their group dynamics.

As they land in Oklahoma, Leonard gets up from his seat and quickly puts his stuff back in his shoulder bag. He looks around him and walks over to the sleeping Rylee. He gives her a slight push, so as not to startle her too much. "Hey, are you awake? How're you feeling, fully recovered from Lucas' handywork?"

Leonard looks up as Durant gives his orders, and sags in the chair besides Rylee. He adresses her in a voice that is probably too small for those in the front of the plane to hear. "Oh, I guess we're nog going anywhere for the time being. Take your time in waking up..." His tone of voice is a bit flat, but he knows better than to let his feelings on the matter get out of hand.

Great, detention..., he thinks with a wry smile.

 

[Jarval]

Will Rogers World Airport
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

Lucas happily sits listening to Andreev's stories of space travel, something he's always dreamed of doing, chipping in with the occasional question. He barely notices the landing, but looks up with some curiosity and alarm as Durant checks his gun.

"Are we expecting trouble?" He asks, remembering his own pistol, now tucked into his range pack. He sits back into his chair looking troubled.

"Sorry, carry on." He apologies to Andreev, but his attention is no longer on the cosmonaut's stories as he anxiously glances at the door of the plane every few seconds.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Will Rogers World Airport
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003


She had been sitting very quietly thoughout the plane trip, trying not to think about how high up in the air they were, so it was easy to see why Leonard thought she was still asleep. As he approached, she glanced up at him and gave him a small smile.

"I am still feeling a little tired, but I will live," she replied in response to Leonard's question. She began pawing throough her bag, making sure that she had everything. Out of the corner of her eyes, she watched leonard. "You are getting a case of cabin fever?"

 

[Keia]

Will Rogers World Airport
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

Originally posted by Jeremiah Grayson
"Looks like something is going on in there." Jeremiah still making small talk as he walks towards the hangar.

“That doesn’t surprise me, sir,” Dyson said grinning, as he subtly increased his pace to be in front of Jeremiah. “I’ve heard some of these hangars are busy all night long, working on planes, engines or whatever.”

Dyson entered through the small hangar door in front of Grayson. As Jeremiah entered the hangar, he noticed just how dark the hangar was even with the hangar door on the eastern side of the hangar wide open as he waited a moment for his eyes to adjust to the sudden change. Dyson, apparently was having the same problem as he was standing just inside the door, still in front of Grayson.

As his eyes started to adjust, Grayson notice a Lear jet not too far from the eastern hangar entrance. He also heard some movement near him – Jeremiah was uncertain where exactly it was coming from or what it was. . .

OOC: Grayson

 

[Keia]

Will Rogers World Airport
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

Montoya and Stewart followed Durant off the Lear jet, amid looks of longing from the others that had to remain on the plane. The climb down the metal ladder was somewhat nervous, but no one embarrassed themselves by falling or slipping. Occasional dirt and dust clouds from the nearby construction would pass the three as they made their was to the hangar.

The hangar inside was darker than one would expect with a small jet inside and the occasional sounds of movement, but that most likely was due to walking into the hangar from the sunny outside. As the three entered the hangar through the large metal door, all three saw a small side door on the opposite side of the hangar open.

Only Montoya saw the unmistakable glint of a laser sight from somewhere within hangar on an upper catwalk. Someone(s) was in the hangar, and they meant business. . . .

OOC: Durant, Montoya, anyone watching outside

 

[Vardeman]

Will Rogers World Airport
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

Only Montoya saw the unmistakable glint of a laser sight from somewhere within hangar on an upper catwalk. Someone(s) was in the hangar, and they meant business. . . .

Montoya nudged against Durant and said softly, "Laser, catwalk, left rear corner." His eyes flashed left and right trying to make out a position of cover. Acting non-chalantly, he subtly guided his comrades behind a large stack of crates, ready to push them down if a tale-tell red dot appeared on either of them.

V

 

[Nuke261]

Will Rogers World Airport
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

At the warning from Montoya, Durant began to scan the warehouse for any signs of trouble. He also checked for a light switch that could quickly turn the advantage in their favor. As he followed Monotya's lead towards the crates, Durant removed his Sig from his holster. left...right...left...right... The instructions came immediately back to Durant and he used them to force himself to take in all of his surroundings and not fall into tunnel vision.

 

[kid A]

Will Rogers World Airport
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

"Sorry, carry on." He apologies to Andreev, but his attention is no longer on the cosmonaut's stories as he anxiously glances at the door of the plane every few seconds.

Although he continued where he left off, a particularly thrilling tale about his final trip to MIR, Andreev realized that he no longer held Fisher's full attention. Truth be told, Andreev himself was not as completely involved in telling the story as usual, using it instead as a cover to keep an eye on the other passengers. Durant had a good eye for things being out of place... he trusted him and his instincts. He knew enough that if Durant suspected trouble, the possibility of it being there was a good one.

As he was looking around the plane, he took notice that their jet had been pulled alongside a hangar, the inside of which was very dark. As his eyes followed Durant and Montoya as they walked into the hangar, something struck him as odd... Sure, the local time was after 5:00pm, but back in his day, he and his fellow officers would usually be working on planes until 10:00, sometimes 11:00pm. That the hangar was unused after only 5:00pm was a strange thing indeed, despite the sparse location.

He did not realize it at first, but he had stopped mid-sentence while looking out the window. He looked at Fisher, who seemed to be nervously eyeing the hatch of the jet. He remembed Fisher's earlier, unanswered comment. In a lower tone, Andreev reassured him, "Commander Durant has a way of finding trouble. He is exceedingly good at it, something I have noticed about him over the years. But, do not worry, this is to the good. If there is anybody who will be able to keep the passengers of this plane safe, it is Durant. I trust him with my life."

With that, Andreev continued to watch, wishing he could tell what was happening within the hangar.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Will Rogers World Airport
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

Lorelai sighed, impatient to get moving and never one to react well to an order of any kind, even when it was meant for her own good. Sure she actually saw Stewart get shot and Rylee was hurt herself, but the idea that anyone would want to shoot a simple professor still boggled her mind.

Standing near the door, she held Krizzel in her arms, petting him absently. Durant's earlier words had confused her a bit as well as him not barking remonstrations at her for Krizzel. Maybe he was just really grumpy from lack of sleep yesterday? Or maybe he just needed a cat to make him feel better. He actually sounded that he might like her....ha...that was a good one.

She glanced down at Krizzel and sighed once again, shaking her head at him. "You are a little traitor, you know that?" Nuzzling his cold nose, she smiled at his silly cat face. "You're supposed to dislike him, not try and become his new best friend."

And so she waited...and waited...and waited...becoming more impatient as time wore on.

 

[Keia]

Will Rogers World Airport – Hangar 14
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

Grayson’s eyes adjusted to the hangar, though the brightness outside still made seeing things within the hangar difficult. He did make out several people walking into the hangar through the eastern door, watching them make their way to the far corner from his location. It appeared that they had come from the hangar. Within the hangar was a small jet which was closer to Grayson than to the eastern hangar, and a military jeep sitting next to the small jet and on Jeremiah’s side of the hangar.
Something . . . perhaps the movement heard only moments earlier, made Jeremiah pause for the moment just inside the door, but not causing a silhouette in the doorway.

Lt. Dyson’s eyes adjusted as well and he began walking across the hangar - seeing nothing out of the ordinary.
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Durant’s eyes flashed left and right looking for trouble, though still difficult as his eyes adjusted to the shadowy darkness of the inside of the hangar. It would be only moments for his eyes to adjust to the apparent darkness and he could make out the assailants just fine . . . but those may be moment Durant didn’t have.

Durant didn’t see a light switch but did notice that several of the overhead lights were on, it was just the sharp contrast of western sun into the inside of the hangar that had made them less than useful. A small jet was in the hangar almost 80 feet away as well as something beyond the jet that he could make out. By a small door opposite diagonally from his location two people entered the hangar, one carrying bags over his shoulders – likely Durant’s last team member.
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The crate stack wasn’t the best Montoya could have hoped for when looking for cover, though it was the best in the vicinity. Maybe it was his time in the Middle East with the bright sun and darkened building, but Montoya’s eyes adjusted quickly to the temporary darkness. He noted everything that Durant saw plus several targets. The targets were wearing black clothes and gear, including some light body armor, and carrying possibly MP5’s. Their faces were blackened as well – at least all five that Montoya spotted were. . .
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Shots rang out, inside the hanger from the men on the catwalk. Two shots hit Lt. Dyson, knocking him to the ground. Near misses pegged the crates and the wall behind Stewart, Montoya, and Durant.

Stewart ducked more fully behind the crates and pulled his Beretta, preparing to return fire.

Odd though it may seem, the bullets impacting on the walls and the crates didn’t sound like normal bullet impacts. . .


OOC: Durant, Grayson, Montoya