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

[Keia]

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

After exchanging shots over the next twenty seconds (during which Rylee reloaded), Rylee had counted four shots from the sniper. She leaned over the car, snapped off one final shot (leaving two in the weapon), and ducked behind the car to wait out the sniper’s fifth shot. But it never came.

Rylee and Lt. Simms exchanged glances with each other, then looked over the car to the sniper’s position – seeing no activity. Simms offered, “Let me head over there and see if he’s alive. You can cover me with that rifle of yours.”

OOC: Fallon

 

[Keia]

Employee Rear Parking Lot
JFK Space Center, Florida
8:30pm, Late Spring, 2003

Modified
After a long day at the Kennedy Space Center, Andreev walked to his car to head back to his apartment to get, he hoped, a decent night’s sleep for a change. He realized, however, at the sight of a U.S. Military officer standing by his car, that it is going to be an even longer night than he expected . . .

As Andreev approached his car in the dimming twilight, the officer came more in focus. Statuesque was the first word to come to mind, then female . . . definitely female. Women that looked that good didn’t sign up for the armed forces. If it wasn’t for her obvious military stance and manner, Andreev would have thought this was an prank of some kind. Her red hair and overall appearance was military code – she didn’t need any accessories to look as good as she did.

The airwoman, a Lt. Chris Reed by what Andreev could make out on the nametag, explained her reason for being there and handed Andreev the packet with the labels “Top Secret” and “Eyes Only,” detailing a “chance to pursue your lifetime goals in a unique opportunity.” Andreev had heard rumors around NASA of a top-secret American project, and in fact, several of his colleagues had been selected for it. He had even had dinner with an old colleague, and although she was reluctant to give any details, she maintained that it was the opportunity of a lifetime, and that she hoped that someday Andreev himself would be summoned. Andreev very much doubted this, due to his nationality and the prejudices held to this very day, but here he was, looking at this letter inviting him to pursue his lifetime goals.

Included with the letter was a plane ticket for a flight first thing in the morning . . . and a note from a Lt. Commander Craig Russell Durant. The note read:

Andreev,
This opportunity is much more than what it seems. Trust me, you are very interested. Leave immediately. Do not return to work or home unless it is for something extremely urgent.
Contact Lt. Luther P. Donovan at Seymour Johnson Air Force Base, North Carolina. Advise him of the situation and my arrival. I will meet with both of you there, A.S.A.P..
Here's to old times!
Craig Durant

Lt. Reed said, in a subdued Texan accent, “Sir, what is your response?”

OOC: Ilianov

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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



"If he is still alive, I would prefer to put a bullet in his brain myself," Rylee replied, checking the number of shells she had left. Not that she got any special pleasure out of killing IRA assassins, but she reste a bit easier if she knew for certain that they were dead. "If you really want to go, though, suit yourself. Careful though, there might be a second one waiting out in the trees somewhere." It was not unheard of for te IRA t send to assassins, just to make sure the job got done.

While the airman went out to check the sniper, Rylee kept an eye on him and the surrounding forest, in search of any other signs of movement. Just in case, her rifle was resting on the sedan, ready to aim and shoot at a moment's notice.

Now that the affect of the adrenaline was starting to wear off, she was more aware of just how much her wounds hurt, and just how much she was bleeding. It was making her feel light- headed! After she had seen for herself that the sniper was dead, she would definitely be retrieving the first aid kit she kept in her bag for such emergencies... in particular, that flask of good Irish wiskey!

 

[kid A]

Andreev glanced over the letter once more, searching for any specifics concerning this "unique opportunity." He was not surprised to find, however, that the letter offered no more clue than it had upon its first reading. Vague as it was, he could not deny his excitement, remembering the whispered rumors around NASA.

He re-read the note from Durant. Again, the details were at a minimum, but...

It's been a hell of a long time since I've heard from Durant.

Still, he trusted him. Durant, as he remembered, was a bit rough around the edges(to say the very least of his friend). But Andreev had always enjoyed his company. And despite the briefness of their friendship, he knew Durant was not a bullter. Durant was the type who trusted few, and although Andreev did not know this Lt. Donovan, Durant had vouched for him. Yes, he thought, I can trust him.

"Well, Lt. Reed, I can hardly refuse such an offer, vague though it may be. I notice that the flight is early in morning, but I was wondering if I would perhaps have time to stop by my apartment before we depart. I would like to pick up something of a personal effect for the trip, if you do not mind."

Andreev thought about which bottle of vodka to take, to catch up on old times with Durant...

 

[Jarval]

"To be honest, Lieutenant, this job offer is rather well timed. I've just finished the last of a series of talks I've been giving, and there's not been any sign of additional employment in the near future." Lucas slackens off his pace a little, letting the airman catch up. "Plus the rather generous pay is definitely an added attraction."

Lucas glances up at the black sedan. "We're driving? OK. I'll give you directions to my place. That is, unless you already know my address."

 

[Keia]

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

Simms nodded, and began his approach to the unmoving sniper. Moving quietly and from tree to tree, Simms showed that he had some skill in traveling through the wild - though the dress blue uniform made him stand out in the greens and browns of the forest.

After many tense seconds, in which the flutter of birds some 400 feet off caused a brief alarm, Simms gave a motion to Rylee that the sniper was dead.

OOC: Fallon

 

[Keia]

Employee Rear Parking Lot
JFK Space Center, Florida
8:30pm, Late Spring, 2003

"Well, Lt. Reed, I can hardly refuse such an offer, vague though it may be. I notice that the flight is early in morning, but I was wondering if I would perhaps have time to stop by my apartment before we depart. I would like to pick up something of a personal effect for the trip, if you do not mind."

"Not a problem, sir," the airwoman responded, "If you would retrieve anything you need out of your vehicle, I'd be more than happy to drive you to your apartment. You should be ready to depart for the airport at 0400, sir."

Lt. Reed turned and walked over to a black sedan, USAF insignia on the side, and opened the rear passenger door.

OOC: Ilianov

 

[Keia]

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

Originally posted by Nguyen
"I guess there's some time before we have to go, right?" she asked the lieutenant as she offered him a hand up but finished the question with an answer for her student. "But I can check it out sure."

Emotions were readily apparent on Tiny's not so tiny face: remorse at his actions, hurt that he had upset his Professor (or was there something more?).

Looking over the program offered by Tiny, it was exemplary as usual - he had even added a few features that weren't requested in the project. Tiny, or Bruce Barkus III as noted on his program, had a keen mind and did outstanding work, even with his heavy sports schedule.

Lt. Terrell spoke up, "Miss, I believe you have a flight out of Tompkins in Syracuse at 7:45pm." Terrell busied himself with picking up papers and books that had fallen when he hit the bookshelf.

OOC: Nguyen

 

[Keia]

New York Apartments, East Side
New York, New York
1:40pm, Late Spring 2003

Originally posted by Campbell
After they've settled that, Leonard follow the officer to the car, walking over to the passenger seat. He raises an eyebrow at the officer's sheepish look, as if asking 'What's wrong?'. . . .

Leonard's best read is that the lieutenant is feeling embarrassed about parking in the no parking zone.

"So, luitenant - This is going to be quite a long flight, do you have some kind of mission file for me, or should I bring my own reading material? And by the way - Am I on a commercial flight, or a private? Would be handy to know for what I can bring on the plane...".

"No sir, I wasn't privy to the contents of the envelope except for the flight ticket. Any further information I'm certain will be obtained after your flight. I believe it is a commercial flight, sir. Be sure to bring your military id with you and I can see to getting any ordinance in a non-carry-on approved, sir.

"I'll need about fifteen minutes. Will you stay in the car, or are you coming up?"

"Sir, I'll be coming with you, unless you insist otherwise," the airman responsed already getting out of the vehicle.

 

[KitanaVorr]

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

"Oh?" Lorelai glanced up from the computer screen, dark eyes slightly unfocused. As usual, she tended to be absorbed in her work to the exclusion of all else, especially pesky things like schedules. "Well alright."

Smiling at Tiny, she nodded, pointing out a few things that could use a bit of tweaking before handing the CD back to him. "I don't think you'll have a problem. And if you have any questions, send me an email or talk to Dr. Mitchell. I'm sure she can help you out. Or Lacey, you know she's got a big crush on you." Winking at him, she grinned some more before reaching out to pick up her bookbag crammed with stuff and her silver case.

"I'll be gone for a bit." Mentally making a note to call her secretary and have Mitchell take over her classes, she started out the door to her tiny office...which with two overgrown men seemed a tad crowded.