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

[Keia]

Chocktaw Reservation, Oklahoma
4:30pm, Late Spring, 2003

Jeremiah looked over the airman as he moved around the car to open the rear passenger door as well. He didn't seem unusual, other than in a military sort of way.

Precise movements, practiced ease, nothing wasted - borne of lots of practice, impassive face - he looked like a man on duty. As the airman approached, Jeremiah noticed the name tag LT. Trey Kelso. Nothing unusual about that.

"Everything alright, sir?" the airman asked. A cloud passed over the sun, the warmth from the sunlight gone a few moments.

Jack leaned in from behind Jeremiah and whispered, his voice pleading, "Stall, tell him to come back tomorrow."

 

[Calim]

Bluffung all the way

"Sir, Captain er Lieutenant, sorry I am not sure of your rank still, my friend here just reminded me of an important tribal gathering that is scheduled to happen tonight, can we do this tomorrow, after all it is only 2 or 3 hours to the airport from here."

Smiling and confidant that this should not be to out of the ordinary.

 

[Keia]

Chocktaw Reservation, Oklahoma
4:30pm, Late Spring, 2003

The airman gave one curt nod and replied, "Very well, sir. Please be certain you're here at 3:30pm tomorrow. We'll depart from here directly to Will Rogers."

The airman turned tightly on his heel and proceeded to close the doors and the trunk. All the while, Jack patted Jeremiah on the back.

The warmth of the sun was definitely baking Jeremiah's skin.

 

[Calim]

Jeremiah watches the airman leave and then walks off with Jack. "Now what was that all about?"

 

[Vardeman]

Washington Dulles International Airport
The Tarmac

Durant rushed out of the sedan leaping over the connecting arm of the baggage cart and into the airman. The airman, rising from his crouch, was caught unawares from this new threat and takes a solid hit. The airman doesn't fall though, staggering he moves to the dropped gun of the airman by the stairs and picks it up.

Two shots ring out as the airman picked up the gun - the final shot ensuring he wouldn't be using it as he fell to the ground, blood pooling around his head.

At the sedan, Major Davis lowered his sidearm and motioned to the officer in the car with him to do likewise. He called out, "Easy, marine. I'm Major Davis, USAF - we're all on the same side here, now anyway."

OOC: Durant, Montoya

Montoya almost felt rather than saw the blur of someone passing by him and the cart. He placed his back to the baggage cart and knelt on the tarmac, his gun aimed at the two air force officers. "Come on, airedales," he growled as he glanced nervously around, trying to take stock of the situation. "I got enough bullets for all of ya!" He flinched at the sound of two quick gunshots from the other side of his cover, ready to make a break or shoot it out. When the major lowered his weapon, Montoya kept his up, not willing to trust anyone just yet. "Some peoples ideas of sides have gotten screwed up here... sir..." he almost spit the last word as a curse. Slowly he began backing toward the edge of the cart and glancing around to see if anyone was waiting for him.

V

 

[Keia]

Washington Dulles International Airport
The Tarmac

"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.

 

[Keia]

Durant first verified the airman was dead. He then proceeded to check the body, emptying pockets and pouches, as well as checking inside his shirt and waistband. He also pocketed the firearm the airman had picked up, placing it inside his own waistband, under his vest. If nobody else checked the fist dead airman, Durant does the same with him. He looked over anything of interest, such as I.D.s and paperwork, as he walked back over to the car.

The airman Durant had tackled was dead, blood pooling on the pavement around his head. The man carried a wallet, an extra clip for his weapon, and a cell phone, no other significant items were found on him. The firearm Durant slide into his belt was a Beretta 92F.

The second airman was still alive and had much the same as the first, though no gun. The name tags on the uniforms matched the i.d.'s in the wallets.

 

[Keia]

Originally posted by Jeremiah
Jeremiah watches the airman leave and then walks off with Jack. "Now what was that all about?"

Jack was all goofball and being silly as soon as the airman left - the irritating but lovable brother Jeremiah didn't have. When Jeremiah posed his question, Jack got serious and quiet for a moment. "The spirits said he was empty inside, I can't really explain it more. Perhaps we could submit it to the elders to ponder - I don't want you to be dead inside, Jeremiah. Then who would I make trip over their own feet."

Jack smiled and darted over to the young men's tent where Jeremiah was staying.

 

[Calim]

Jeremiah will spend the rest of the day hanging out with everyone. 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.

 

[Keia]

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

There were better places in New York to spend the afternoon. Though this wasn't Leonard Campbell's day job, he was currently involved in gathering geneology research for a certain military officer receiving a medal from the President in a few days. The administration had learned from past mistakes to make sure who they were dealing with before publicly making announcements.

Leonard was pondering the long list of favors that he had become tangled up in, resulting in him killing an afternoon, awaiting research, when a sharp looking air force officer approached him with an envelope . . .

Leonard looks at the officer across from him, and holds up the still unopened plane ticket. "So, this is a one-way ticket, right?" His voice shows that he didn't really expect an answer, and neither cares particularly for it. He puts the letter back in the envelope, but leaves the plane ticket out. He stands up and hands the envelope to the officer, putting the ticket in his jacket.

"Yeah, I'm in. I assume we're leaving right now...?"

"Sir," the airman responded, "I am to escort you to your residence to gather those personal items you feel will be necessary, then to your flight leaving JFK at 3:15 this afternoon."