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

[Calim]

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


Jeremiah drops all his stuff to the ground and jumps forward to try and grab hold of Dyson to pull him out of the hangar.

OOC: Hopefully he is not dead and can help

Once outside of the hangar Jeremiah will try and get him back into the car and out of there as this is obviously not safe.

 

[Keia]

Will Rogers World Airport – in the Lear
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

As Andreev glanced out the window of the Lear, he noted the quickened pace of the three who had exited the Lear as they entered the hangar. A dust cloud passed over the Lear for a brief moment – when it passed, Andreev saw Durant and the other two ducking behind crates and acting as if they were being fired up. . . .

Lt Reed was up and moving, after giving Campbell an appraising glance or two. She made her way over to Fisher and Ilianov and stretched – almost catlike. She didn’t interrupt but simply smiled at Andreev.

Donovan, upon receiving a knowing glance from Durant starting arranging his gear on his person and pulled his rifle from its carrying bag and loaded it. To those that glanced his way, he gave a nonchalant smile and said, “Never know with Durant.”

Lt Terrell walked over to where Lorelai stood by the open door of the plane and watched Durant walking away. When he felt Durant was of sufficient distance away that he wouldn’t overhear, Terrell quietly told Lorelai, “Durant was CO of an anti-terrorist training camp – I signed up hoping for the best and scrubbed out in less than a day. Not my shining moment and it always comes back whenever the commander is around.

Lorelai didn’t notice anything unusual as she glanced out the open door, other than the occasional dust cloud.

OOC: Campbell, Donovan, Fallon, Fisher, Ilianov, Nguyen

 

[kid A]

Will Rogers World Airport – in the Lear
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

As Andreev glanced out the window of the Lear, he noted the quickened pace of the three who had exited the Lear as they entered the hangar. A dust cloud passed over the Lear for a brief moment – when it passed, Andreev saw Durant and the other two ducking behind crates and acting as if they were being fired up. . . .

His military instincts kicked in. Though he didn't see actual gunfire, what he saw indicated that he needed to take some measure of action. First and foremost, as he understood from Durant's look before exiting the plane, he needed to find a way to protect the other passengers. He excused himself from Fisher and, motioning for Lt. Reed to follow him, went over to where Lt. Donovan was sitting with his gear.

It was a small cabin, but he attempted to explain what he saw to them as quietly as possible, without trying to unnerve the other passengers. As nonchalantly as possible, he went on, "Lieutenants, I do not know if Durant will need help, but as he has placed us in charge here, it is of the utmost importance that we ensure the safety of the other passengers onboard this jet. I can count on the combat training from the three of us, and probably Lt. Terrell." Although he seems a bit on edge around Durant. "I do not know how much we can depend on the others. If I were to guess, I would think Mr. Campbell and Mr. Fisher could take care of themselves."

He looked once more around the cabin of the jet, and returning his attention to Reed and Donovan, he suggested, "Perhaps if we send one person to Durant for help, and the other three stay here and secure the passengers. Do either of you have any suggestions?"

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Will Rogers World Airport – in the Lear
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

Once she was certain that everything had been packed in her bag, she got up and stretched, albeit, a bit carefully. She felt considerably better, now that the bullet was out of her arm. She arched a brow slightly, noting that Andreev had collected the Liutenants in one part of the plane, and Terrell's whispered conversation with Lorelai. Either these people were suddenly best friends after only a day and a half, or something was up.

Humming softly to herself, she checked to make sure the pistol in the inside pocket of her jacket was loaded, before doing the same with her rifles. These were precautions she would have taken anyway once she recaived definite world that they were going outside... but it was good to have them ready, just in case. Having not really had a chance to do so before this, she began checking out the sniper rifle, checking to see just how many bullets it had left, hefting it to see if she would be able to shoot it without any trouble from her wounded arm.

 

[Fanog]

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

Leonard think a moment before answering Rylee. "Yeah, it is, I guess. I had ..." He doesn't finish the sentence.

Can it, Len... Keep your problems to yourself, he'd only be begging for a reason. No need to give him the rope yourself. "I guess they'll be back in a second with this last person. Not enough time anyway, to stretch out legs..."

Leonard sees the sudden increase in activity in the plane with mixed feelings. Andreev and Donavan, both old buddies of Durant, as it seemed. Gearing up for trouble? Rylee also got up and checked her guns.

Are people just being skittish, or is something really up? Leonard will trust his intuition, it has rarely failed him before.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

She had still been paying attention to Leonard as she checked her guns, and she glanced up at him as he trailed off. "You had what?"

Caarefully, she placed the sniper rifle beside her Winchester, and looked back and forth between the two. Now, here was a problem. It would be easier to carry only one, but which one to choose?

 

[Fanog]

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

Leonard waves it off as he tries to get a peak out of the window. He looks back at the gathering in front of the plane while answering Rylee. "It's nothing, and I guess that it won't matter anymore, now. It's good that you didn't take my advice and decided to get ready instead."

Doing likewise, Leonard picks his two weapons out of his shoulder bag and checks both of them. His own trusted weapon goes into the holster on his leg, the one he got from Montoya slips into his waist band.

As he's working, Leonard tries to make eye contact with one of the three persons engaged in the discussion on the other end of the plane. Whatever they're discussing, it's something about what's happening in the hanger, which means that it concerns all of them. It seems like most of the people still on the plane have already noticed and are getting ready, so Leonard doesn't see the point of the 'secret' meeting.

 

[Nuke261]

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

Durant made his site alignment on the first black clad figure he found and fired. After firing he dropped to one knee, changing his profile for the other shooters and then took aim at his next target. “Grayson! Get onto the jet outside the hanger!” It had to be Grayson, but there was no way to get to him!

 

[Keia]

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

Having been knocked down from the rain of bullets, Lt. Dyson crawled toward the small jet which was only a few feet away.

Seeing Dyson fall catalyzed Jeremiah into action. Dropping his gear as he moved toward Dyson, Jeremiah reached him just as Dyson reached the nose wheel of the small jet. Grabbing a hold of Dyson was one matter and was easily accomplished, dragging back through the small doorway was another entirely. Dyson, somewhat stunned from the shots fired, had no interest in clearing that ground again. “Ouch, ow, ow,” were his only words.

Just as Grayson was trying to decide what to do next, he heard a voice call out from the far side of the hangar . . .

Originally posted by Craig Durant
“Grayson! Get onto the jet outside the hanger!”

OOC: Grayson

 

[Vardeman]

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

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.

Montoya took cover, kneeling behind the crates as he drew his Glock 20 and activated its laser sight. Making sure not to appear near where he disappeared, he leaned around the corner of the crates and opened fire on the nearest black-clad figure.

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