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

[Fanog]

National Archives and Records Administration building [NARA]
New York, New York
1:00pm, Late Spring 2003

"At three-fifteen, huh? You're not wasting time; last-minute deal, eh? --I'll need to wrap up here. Give me a minute."

With that, Leonard grabs together the papers he's been working on and sorts them a bit. He grabs a pen and a sheet of paper, and quickly writes a note explaining that he's been called away on urgent business, and that he is sorry that he is unable to complete the assignment.

Hmm, this won't exactly put me in his good book. It may not even matter after what I'm getting myself into, but just in case...

Leonard thinks of the people who owe him a favor. He picks one of them who would be suitable for the job, and quickly scribbles a last line, suggesting this person for the task. He puts the note on top of the stack of papers and puts them all in a folder. Leonard stands up, stuffs the pen and folder in his bag and deftly swings it over his shoulder. He picks up his jacket and walks to the officer.

"Okay, done. I'll just have to drop this off somewhere before we go to my apartment."

 

[Vardeman]

Washington Dulles International Airport
The Tarmac

Originally posted by Keia "I can understand that, marine," Major Davis said. As he spoke he slowly set his weapon on the ground rather than holstering it. "This area's going to be a zoo in about two minutes, so I don't have much time to explain. All I can tell you is that those two corpses were not the two I sent to meet you. I don't know where they are but I suspect they're dead. There are people after you which is why I arranged to allow you to keep your gear on a commercial flight. If I were after you, why would I let you keep your gear. I could have easily arranged otherwise. I'm on your side here."

Looking over the baggage cart, Davis called out, "Durant, we're running out of time here. You two take my car to the plane, gate C-44. I'll clean things up here. We'll be lucky if you two aren't on the evening news."

Faces were plastered in many of the airport's observation windows looking down at the scene before them.

Montoya stared the major in the eye, trying to get a read on him. After a few tense seconds, he nodded and lowered and safed the Beretta, tucking it into the waistband of his uniform trousers. "OK, sir," he growled, "So are... were these two really Air Force?" As he spoke he moved over to the emergency stairs and retrieved his two packs, but not turning his back to any of the newcomers. Seeing the journalist-looking fellow rifling the dead and unconscious bodies of his recent adversaries he thinks curiously, Durant... now where have I heard that name before? Pretty quick and good for a reporter...
Montoya nodded at Durant and headed to the car, climbing into the back with his packs.

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[Keia]

Chocktaw Reservation, Oklahoma
6:30pm, Late Spring, 2003

Originally posted by Jeremiah
If he comes across an Elder he will mention it but Jeremiah does not make much of it thinking Jack has a little brother complex who does not want big brother to leave.

Not surprisingly, Jeremiah did indeed bump into an Elder as Jeremiah was helping to clean-up after the evening meal.

"So you say Jack said he was 'dead inside?' How odd . . . I'm not really certain what that means - it could mean a great many things," the Elder mused, "You could be right, it may be just Jack wanting you around another day. But . . . when it is time for the airman to arrive, you should come to the Elder's tent. There you will await the airman. If there is a problem, perhaps the Elders can help. If everything is alright, then the Elders will have a talk with Jack."

 

[Calim]

"I will do as you suggest, btw he will be here likely around 3:15pm since he wants to be on the road no later then 3:30pm, so I will see you then."

With a smile and "thanks" Jeremiah continues cleaning up and will go back outside and sit with some of the elders to hear there stories.

You know I like listening to these old stories and looking at there older relics and can't help but feel drawn to them like the languages, hmmm maybe I can learn to be an archaeologist someday.

 

[Keia]

Cornell University
Ithaca, New York
4:30pm Late Spring, 2003

. . . Tapping the edge of the letter against her lips, her mind began to whirl with the possibilities, weighing and analyzing the letter’s text. Could she just step away on some wild goose-chase just at the brink of tenure?

What the hell…interesting things never happened to people who didn’t take a risk or two.

“Tell whoever sent you, Lorelai Nguyen is on her way.”

Pause.

“Would you like some tea or something? I know this great café just down the road…”

“Ma’am, my only responsibility over the next several hours is to see you safely on a plane to LaGuardia Airport out of Tomkins at 19:55 tonight,” the sharply dressed airman responded. Standing well over six feet tall, the airman certainly knew how to fill up a doorway well. The airman whose nametag read ‘Lt. Jonas Terrell’ added with a very slight smile, “So wherever you go, that’s where I’ve got to go. I’m just doing my job.”

 

[Nuke261]

Durant met Major Davis at the car and handed him everything he had found on the bodies, except the Barreta and extra magazine. "I don't recognize these guys from their i.d.'s, not that I expected to." He then handed the wallets (minus any cash) and cell phones to Davis. "I'll brief the kid on the flight out." With that Durant shook the Major's hand and walked to the car. "Sergeant Montoya, Lieutenant Commander Craig Durant. Looks like I'm your new C.O. for now. We have a plane to catch, I'll explain all this on the way." As Durant climbed into the car he added, "Nice work by the way, Montoya."

 

[Vardeman]

Montoya busied himself inside the car checking his packs and their contents, but keeping an eye on the two officers as they conversed. When Durant approached, Montoya studied him.

"Sergeant Montoya, Lieutenant Commander Craig Durant. Looks like I'm your new C.O. for now. We have a plane to catch, I'll explain all this on the way." As Durant climbed into the car he added, "Nice work by the way, Montoya."

"Thank you, sir. I do my best. I've heard about you, and I sure hope you live up to your rep. Something tells me that you kinda expected this, or at least something like this," Montoya replied. "So what's the deal? Were they some sort of imposters? Or has the air farce gone schizo?"

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[Keia]

Seldom used Pathway
Somewhere in the Catskills Mountains, New York
5:30pm, Late Spring, 2003

The airman was certainly confused, this was the third turnaround today he would have to navigate in these woods – and this time, there was really no where to turn around. He stopped the air force issued sedan and got out of the car. He walked over to the log in the road and pondered it. As he was trying to make the log lighter by looking at it, the airman heard the approach of someone coming down the slope. . . .

. . . “I’m just going over here,” Rylee responded, as she ducked into cover behind a tree. The officer stopped where he was, and after making sure that he was not going anywhere, she opened the envelope, and began to read. “Fort Collins?” she muttered, “Where the hell is Fort Collins?” Still, what the letter suggested sounded interesting, even if it did not go into detail. Why not? It beat hanging around here, waiting to get shot.

“Sure, I’ll go,” she said at last, emerging from behind the tree to return the letter to the officer, “Lemme just get my stuff.” Without another word, she turned and went back into the woods, where she had left her backpack, near the trap. Hoisting it onto her back, she returned to the car, and tossed the backpack and rifle in the backseat. “Now… let’s see about getting that log out of the way”

“Yes, ma’am,” the airman said curtly, sounding quite relieved. The airman was strong, well-built, and followed instructions well. Rylee noted that he flexed well in all of the right places as he helped remove the blocking debris. Before long, the two of them were ready to move the offending log.

As Rylee bent over to start pushing the log, a shot rang out and shattered a rock on side of the path. The shot was so close to Rylee she almost heard bees buzzing and wasn’t certain whether she had lost a few hairs in its passing.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

"Don't call me ma'am. Rylee will do just fine," she said with a small smile, pausing long enough to examine the airman. It was amazing how much detail one missed when they were looking at someone through the crosshairs of a rifle. After getting a good look at the airman, including the name on his name badge, she started toward the log. "Did you have a tough time getting here?" She said this simply to make conversation... she knew how tough it was to get this far, that was the whole reason she had bought the cabin up here.

If the airman answers, she does not catch it, as her attention is drawn to the rock that had just shattered on the path. She uttered a string of curse words that was so markedly American, in belied her heavy Irish accent as she dove for cover behind the car. She risked a quick glance at the airman, assuming that he had also heard the shot, before scanning the trees, searching for the faceless sniper. With one hand, she checked the car door to see if it was locked, hoping to get to her rifle. She did not want to go for her second weapon, unless she had to.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Cornell University
Ithaca, New York
4:30pm Late Spring, 2003

“Ma’am, my only responsibility over the next several hours is to see you safely on a plane to LaGuardia Airport out of Tomkins at 19:55 tonight,” the sharply dressed airman responded. Standing well over six feet tall, the airman certainly knew how to fill up a doorway well. The airman whose nametag read ‘Lt. Jonas Terrell’ added with a very slight smile, “So wherever you go, that’s where I’ve got to go. I’m just doing my job.”

The former child-genius glanced at the officer with wide dark eyes but she didn't say what was in her thoughts about where someone as cute as him could follow her. Coughing self-consciously, she gathered her things together, shoving all kinds of papers and random disks into her tough bookbag.

"Well, um...Lt. Terrell," she began, his name coming out rather shyly. Lorelai had always been a sap for a man in uniform and this airman was no different. "Its not going to be an interesting job just watching me all day. I guess we should go to my apartment so I can pack."

She paused in realization, her laptop halfway into its aluminum case. "How long a stay should I pack for? And what do you mean 'see me safely'...um...does that mean something might happen to me?"