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

[Calim]

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

Until Jeremiah is informed of someone who can do the medical stuff better then him he will continue to try and administer first aid to Dyson.

"Sorry about the terseness of the situation but I counted at least 2 bullets go into this man and I would like to try and keep him alive. BTW I am Jeremiah Grayson and this is Lt. Dyson."

 

[Nuke261]

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

Durant closed his eyes briefly before reentering the hanger, in an attempt to adjust to the dimmer lighting. Stewart indicated to him where Montoya was but Durant was trying to figure out why the sudden pause in gunfire had happened. I hope they aren't trying to recruit the kid or anything, he's a hell of an operator.
Using hand signals to relay his plan to Stewart and Ilianov, Durant moved out from the crates, keeping his weapon trained on the closest bad guy. He moved to the left wall, his back up against it as he walked slowly towards the stairs.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

While Lucas tried to get the two strangers on the plane, Rylee tapped Donovan on the shoulder. Not wanting to shout over the engines of the plane, she offered the sniper rifle to him. She herself was planning on going in the plane with Lucas and the two strangers, to help keep things under control. Her pistol would be a much better weapon to use for that situation, should she need it. In the mean time, she had no problem letting Donovan use the sniper rifle, if he wished to use it.

 

[MadThinker]

Nodding approval to Rylee, Donovan continued to keep his eyes open for the bad guys. The hair on the back of his neck was standing up in anticipation.
"No need to hurry a shot." He thought. "They'll make a mistake soon enough."

 

[Vardeman]

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

For Montoya, a close range fire fight was not the best of situations – especially with the current odds. Disturbingly enough, no one was firing on him. In fact, none of the attackers were firing at all. They retreated back on the catwalk.

Lt. Stewart, who also wasn’t firing though for a completely different reason – he was reloading.

The hidden man on the catwalk stepped out into more light. Montoya looked over the man: About 6’3”, 210 lbs, dark hair, beard, definitely special forces, wearing a tactical vest and sporting an HK G3 which was currently trained on Montoya. He called out to Montoya, “You with Durant, son?”

Montoya, knowing he was at a disadvantage, played for time as he stared at the leader, burning his features into his memory. "Could be that I am," he replied tersely. "What's it to ya?"

V

 

[KitanaVorr]

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

Since Lorelai couldn't seem to see anything from where she was, she decided to go around the hanger. There's got to be another door into there anyway. No hanger only has one big door to go in and out. So she traversed the outside to look for a less obvious way inside the hanger.

 

[Keia]

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

Grayson carried Dyson’s body up the stair ramp with Fisher’s assistance and placed him on the first available seat. On first glance, to Grayson’s unskilled eye, things didn’t look good at all for Dyson. For Fisher, it was a much more difficult call. There was almost no blood on the body. More examination would be required to determine anything more.

Durant moved along the wall of the hangar after relaying his intent to Stewart and Ilianov. Durant managed to get about halfway down the northern wall of the hangar when he heard Montoya say above and ahead of him:

"Could be that I am," he replied tersely. "What's it to ya?"

From across the hangar and above him, Durant heard a reply to Montoya’s question.

“Well, sh**, son, either you’re with Durant or you’re not. It’s not that f-ing difficult. Aw screw it, I really didn’t care that much either way.”

Montoya noted that the assault rifle was raised fully into firing position, and it didn’t appear that the man was going to fall for a stalling action.

Lorelai made a quick move and darted around the side of the hangar before being grabbed sharply by the neck and her left arm. A female voice with a slight southern accent behind her said, “I’m sorry, miss. I know you want to help, but the Lear is this way.” A glance behind her, Lorelai had not managed to get past Lt. Reed, who was holding her, or Leonard Campbell, who didn’t seem pleased at the change of plans, but hadn’t spoken. Lt. Terrell was no where in sight.

Ilianov, who also heard the exchange between Montoya and someone unknown, followed at a short distance behind Durant blinking his eyes furiously to get them accustomed to the darkness.

As Rylee went to offer the sniper rifle she had, she noted that Donovan was holding a well cared for sniper rifle of his own, relaxed and waiting for his shot.

OOC: All

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

Rylee paused, looked at Donovan's sniper rifle, and then grinned sheepishly. She supposed she could chalk her lack of observation skills on her tiredness. She made her way up the stairs and into the Lear. She made sure to stay near the entrace, so she had some idea of what was happening outside. She kept her sniper rifle close by and crossed her arms over her chest, keeping a hand near her pistol. She watched Lucas and the two strangers, paying special attention to the one who was conscious.

 

[KitanaVorr]

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

"I don't react well to being manhandled, especially by other women," Lorelai replied tersely with a rather dangerous gleam in those dark eyes. "I'm not part of your damn military and I don't have to follow any of your damn orders either. So if you want to keep your pretty face, let go of me now."

If Lt. Reed doesn't comply then a heel to foot, slap to the face and a yelling like you wouldn't believe as Lorelai extricates herself by any means necessary.

 

[kid A]

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

Following Durant, Andreev listened closely to what he was hearing, as his hearing seemed to be the most trustworthy of his senses at that moment. He strained his eyes, looking upward in the direction of the voices, trying to get a view of the man speaking to Montoya.

All the while, he stood prepared, awaiting Durant's command...