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

[Calim]

Will Rogers World Airport – Hangar 14
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:16pm, Late Spring, 2003

"You know I was willing to believe that the accident yesterday was just an accident, that Jack was just dreaming. But today walking into the OK Corral over there, what the HELL have I gotten myself into here."

Jeremiah looks person to person and seeing that everyone is armed on board and all the wary looks that he is receiving, he will slowly start to raise his hands in surrender.

"Well I guess you guys are not the good guys after all."

3 times what a hardened professor would make, a personal military escort and driver, A private Lear Jet to fly me to the destination, Yeah that sounds like it is to good to be true.

 

[Nuke261]

Will Rogers World Airport – Hangar 14
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:16pm, Late Spring, 2003

After catching the brief exchange between Monotoya and the guy he couldn't see, Durant was curious. If he was not mistaken, he had heard that voice before, he ran it through the back of his mind trying to place it. Durant got Andreev's attention and used hand signals to indicate he wanted him to continue up the stairs to back Montoya up. After he was sure Andreev understood, he dropped into a crouched position and made his way towards the parked jet in the hanger. No sense in 3 of us being in Monotya's position. If I can get close enough maybe I can get off a shot and take the bastard out. If not maybe I can distract him so the kid or Andreev can take him. I want to know who that jerk is asking about me! Durant began his sneak towards the jet, all the while trying to get a peak at the person Monotoya was facing.

 

[kid A]

Will Rogers World Airport – Hangar 14
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:16pm, Late Spring, 2003

Durant got Andreev's attention and used hand signals to indicate he wanted him to continue up the stairs to back Montoya up.

Andreev nodded to Durant, and he moved off in the direction of the stairs, pistol pointed at his target location. He wasn't sure exactly what Durant was planning, but he wasn't about to let Montoya deal with this @$$hole alone...

 

[Vardeman]

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

“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.

Montoya cursed and made a dive over the railing, grabbing for the bottom rail, and dropped back down to the floor where he dashed for cover once again.

V

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Will Rogers World Airport – Hangar 14
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:16pm, Late Spring, 2003

Rylee remained where she was standing, and gave Jeremiah a thin smile. "Let us not be jumping to conclusions. Rylee's my na,e, and that is Lucas Fisher." She did not feel too terrible about giving him their names; if he was a bad guy then he probably knew them anyway. "We're with Durant, but there seems to be a lot of people who wish to kill us. I have already been shot once, so I would prefer to keep my weapons close anyway."

 

[Jarval]

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

Lucas drops his rifle to the floor, moving in to properly examine the Airman's wounds. He fends off the Jeep driver's attempts to help, pointing along the plane.

"Can you fetch me that first aid kit over there?" He asks quickly, feeling for a pulse. I don't like the look of this. Third bullet wound I've dealt with in two days. Didn't Durant say that Andreev's a doctor or something? If he makes it out of the hanger, maybe I can ask for a second opinion...

He looks up as Rylee comes in, and waves her over. "I'm not sure how well this guy's doing, but if you could lend a hand, that'd be great."

 

[Keia]

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

As Grayson looked on, Fallon’s and Fisher’s examination of Lt. Dyson (apparent from the name badge) revealed that he was shot four times. The skin was broken and there was a little bleeding from each hit but no bullet entry wounds. Heavy bruising was developing around each area. Finally, and most importantly, Dyson was unconscious, not dead.

Durant didn’t fully recognize the voice of speaker but perhaps by getting a good look at him, Durant would have a better chance. His eyes fully adjusted, Durant was aware as he made his way to the jet that his movements were being tracked by several of the other five attackers in the hangar. The positioning, gear, and basic actions placed the group as either very well trained or a part of some special forces.

The hidden man fired off a burst of shots at Montoya as Montoya rolled off the catwalk and prepared to suspend himself and drop down. The bullets found their mark striking Montoya in the forearm, back, and thigh (28 damage). No longer controlling his own fall, Montoya crashed into a crate which was next to Andreev on the ground and lay there motionless, blood streaming from the wounds.

“Durant, if that’s you sneaking around the damn jet, you might want to talk – before I kill another of your boy-toys. Switch to live ammo, boys, finish this if he doesn’t come out,” the figure called out.

OOC: Donovan, Durant, Fallon, Fisher, Grayson, Ilianov, (Montoya)

 

[Keia]

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

As Lt. Reed didn’t even appear to be listening to her, Lorelai pulled sharply to one side, throwing Reed off balance and breaking herself free. Lorelai ran along the length of the hangar hearing two things. One, a high caliber rifle firing off within the hangar, two, the click of the pistol some distance behind her.

Lt. Reed had acted on her instincts. After the perp tore free, she spun smoothing after almost falling and glided to one knee and drawing her Beretta. Aiming the shot she realized what she was doing, not to mention the glance back to Leonard who had also rounded the corner to make sure Lorelai came back to the plane.

This was complicating things. . . .

OOC: Campbell, Nguyen

 

[Nuke261]

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

Everything went red as Durant watched Montoya get shot and fall into the crates below. He wanted to rush out but knew that would not help things. Damn this f@*)ing mess! All thought of precision and planning and organization flew out of Durant's head, all that mattered now was getting everyone onto the plane and off of this airfield.

"You want me, you can have me. Let my people out of the hanger and I'll come out and talk to you. And since you know my name, who the hell are you?"

Durant's attention was divided, his ears were focused on any sounds the bad guys made, but his sight was focused on Andreev and Montoya. In a semi-whisper he called out, "is the kid alive?" If Montoya's gone I've got nothing to loose. I can throw everything at these guys so the others can get the hell out.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

Leaving her position by the door, she looked to see where each of the bullets had hit Dyson, checking to see if any of his wounds were near vital organs. His wounds did not look like regular bullet wounds... more like he was hit with something small and blunt. "What was he his with? Did you see?" she asked Grayson. Depending on where Dyson had been wounded, it was possible that he was bleeding internally...