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

[Keia]

Washington Dulles International Airport
The Tarmac
1:15pm, Late Spring 2003

"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."

Major Davis smiled at Durant, though Durant could see the strain catching at the Major's eyes, worry about explaining what just happened, finding his missing airmen, dealing with airport security, reporters, paperwork and the assorted b.s. that comes with something like this.

"I'll call as soon as I've got some intel for you," Davis said. "I'd wish you luck, but . . . ah, h*ll, good luck."

Major Davis walked away to deal with the incident at the tarmac, both airman he started with flanking him.

OOC: Durant

 

[Keia]

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

As the rock shattered near him, the airman (one Lt. T. H. Simms, according to his tag) joined Rylee in discovering new and different uses for the English language as he drove for cover behind the vehicle. Amazingly in his dive and roll, the airman came up into a crouch, holding his sidearm.

Rylee followed the airman to the cover of the black sedan. Glancing through the rolling hills with the familiar knowledge of the terrain and features, Rylee spotted the shooter maybe 200 feet off in the distance. He was prone on the ground with cover so decent, Rylee wasn’t certain she’d be able to spot him again were she to move.

Her thoughts were disrupted by the ping of metal on metal and the warm sensation on her upper arm. Glancing down at it, Rylee could see the blood flowing from the graze (Damage =7). Looking at the hole in created in the sedan as it passed through, Rylee was confident in her knowledge . . . it was a sniper rifle.

OOC: Rylee

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

Amazingly enough, her language got even even more colorful when she realized she was bleeding. She could see the sniper, but she would probably have a better chance of actually being able to shoot him with her rifle, which was in the car. Ducking down behind the sedan, she once again reached up for the door handle, to check to see if the car door was locked. "Go stróice an diabhal do bhall fearga,"she swore at the sniper, fairly certain he would understand what she was saying, but not caring if he took offense to it. She did not bother with the wound on her arm... she would look at it when she was no longer in a firefight.

"Simms, did you see him?" She asked finally, remembering that the airman was there too. "He's at about ten o'clock, under some brush. Is he a friend of yours?" If he was, she supposed she would be finding out soon enough. Could it be coincidence that the airman showed up at the same time as the IRA? Not bloody likely. She would just have to keep an eye on him. And if he and the sniper were not together... well, Simms was cute enough that Rylee would not mind keeping an eye on him anyway.

 

[Keia]

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

Lt. Simms glanced over the car door through the sedan and spotted the sniper on the other side. “I see him, not mine, sorry,” the airman responded to Rylee’s insinuation. He placed his shoulder over the hood of the sedan and fired off a shot with practiced ease, finding the sniper with the bullet (nat 20) as well as his eyes.

Rylee moved to the back passenger door and tried the handle. It stuck slightly as she tried it but it opened. Leaning in, Rylee recovered her rifle, giving herself a better chance against the sniper.

Simm’s shot must have thrown off the sniper’s aim as the next shot from him impacted twenty feet up on a tree near the sedan, the same tree Rylee stood behind not five minutes ago.

OOC: Rylee

 

[Keia]

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

Originally posted by Lorelai
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?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I wasn't privy to any information that didn't include where to find you and what plane to make sure you board," Lt Terrell responded. "As for anything happening to you, you can be sure that nothing will happen while on my watch . . ."

Lt. Terrell would have continued had he not been thrust bodily from the doorway into shelf adjacent to the door. The loud crash and scattering books and papers drew Lorelai's attention briefly away from the hulking shape now filling the doorway. . .

OOC: Nguyen

 

[Keia]

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

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

"Not a problem, sir. In fact, if you give me directions on who to give the envelope, I'd be happy to see it delivered, if it will assure your prompt arrival on that flight," the airman offered.

The airman directed Leonard to a black sedan in front of the NARA building, parked in a no parking zone. The airman looked sheepishly at Leonard as he got in the driver's side. The drive to the apartment was uneventful, or as uneventful as New York traffic can be mid-afternoon. Barely an hour and a half remained before Campbell's flight.

OOC: Campbell

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

"Don't apologize, I would like you a lot less if he was with you," Rylee replied, finally able to recover her rifle. She grinned ferally, and taking aim with her rifle, she fired one shot at the sniper before ducking back behind the sedan.

Absently, she wondered just how long the sniper had been there, and if he was the patient type. She had a few days worth of trail rations, she could take cover behind this car for several days. Could the sniper do the same?

 

[KitanaVorr]

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

Her first thought. Don't mess up that perfect bod!

Her second thought barely had a chance to form but ended with the click of her aluminum case locking her laptop safely into place. "Office hours are from 2 to 4 Monday and Wednesday."

Nice and wordy and probably would be ineffectual if it wasn't followed by her swinging that hefty aluminum case right into the intruder's gut. "Sorry but you'll have to come back."

What the hell is going on here?

 

[Keia]

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

Shots fired out over the course of the next 20 seconds. Lt. Simms was having difficulty duplicating the success he initially demonstrated, and, while Rylee appeared much more accurate, her shots (3) had not found the sniper either.

Rylee heard Lt. Simms muttering to himself, "thinking positive thoughts, thinking positive thoughts."

The sniper, whoever he was, was having much greater success. After being wounded and missing a shot wildly, the sniper shot off the side mirror of the sedan, inches from Rylee's head as she prepard to return fire. His next shot was much closer, tearing through the Rylee's mesh vest and part of her shoulder (Damage 8), then continuing into the side of the ridge.

Silence ensured as a flurry of activity appeared to be occurring by the sniper. Rylee's knowledge of the possible weapon made her think that perhaps the sniper was reloading.

OOC: Rylee

 

[Keia]

Arnold Arboretum of Harvard
Boston, Massachusetts
4:30pm, Late Spring, 2003

Lucus Fisher was enjoying a stroll through the Arboretum after his mid-afternoon lecture for one of the many social clubs of Harvard University. Lilac Sunday was fast approaching and Lucus had been given permission to walk the area after the lecture. The scent was almost overwhelming, and it wasn’t complicated by the smells of others crowding the walks, currently. In a few days, hundreds of people would be touring the gardens, the lilac area in particular. But, fate had decided that Lucus Fisher would not be in attendance on that day . . .

"You're booked on flight out tonight, sir." The lieutenant passes over a plane ticket to Lucas as he takes back the folder, placing it back into his briefcase.

"Short notice. If this is going to be a long term assignment, I'll need someone to pick up some of my belongings for me. But I expect you've got that covered as well?"

"Yes sir."

Damn, if that isn't the weirdest job offer I've ever had. I just hope I've not made a big mistakes...

The airman noted that he had to accompany Lucus and see him on the plane. Looking at the ticket, Lucus noted that his flight was at 8:25pm out of Logan International, barely four hours to pack and get to the airport.

OOC: Fisher