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

[Keia]

Entrance Ramp to Flight 267
JFK Airport, New York, New York
3:05pm, Late Spring 2003

During the journey across the tarmac to Flight 267, neither Durant nor Montoya notice anything amiss - only drawing odd looks from the two airline employees still stowing equipment into the underbelly of the Boeing 727.

Rolling a set of nearby stairs to the emergency entrance of the entrance ramp is not difficult for the two of them. Upon opening the door at the entrance ramp, the two encounter questions from startled airline stewardesses.

"Who are you? What's going on here? We're calling this in. You can't be here, sirs," one of the stewardesses said in rapid response will another pressed the phone and said "Security."

During this flurry of activity in the tight entrance ramp to the airplane, Montoya notices the quarry, Leonard Campbell, rushing down the entrance ramp, a late arrival to board the plane.

OOC: Durant, Montoya

 

[Keia]

Entrance Ramp to Flight 267
JFK Airport, New York, New York
3:05pm, Late Spring 2003

Flashing badges and quick explanations, Campbell made it through the airport and security with his airman escort, a Lt. Barry Stewart. Questions and complaints were issued but shortly dismissed when the linebacker-sized Lt. Stewart used his imposing frame and words such as 'a matter of national security' and 'obstruction of a federal matter.'

Campbell, as a negotiator was fairly impressed by the raw talent the airman exhibited in deflecting questions, even though he was speaking when Campbell had clearly asked him not to. The airman almost seemed to be taking the burden of explanation and repercussion onto himself and deflecting it from Campbell.

As Campbell reached the boarding ramp, Lt. Stewart stopped and said, "You take it from here, sir. This is my stop. I'll be hear until the plane departs safely," Stewart said, then he smiled, "then I've got to see if my car is still there."

After making his goodbyes, an out of breath Campbell rushed down the boarding ramp - stopping barely ten feet away from some commotion. Standing there at the entrance to the plane were two stewardesses, someone from the military dressed in uniform greens, and some bearded man in a turtleneck arguing with the stewardesses.

OOC: Campbell

 

[Keia]

The Fisher Apartment
Boston, Massachusetts
5:20pm, Late Spring, 2003

As Fisher approached Lt. Johnson, he noticed a gathering pool that appeared to be running down behind Johnson . . . a dark pool. Quickly back tracing the darkness running down the wall, Fisher noted it stopped at the head of Johnson - his eyes unseeing.

In the distance, a bird was twittering and kids were heard playing basketball behind the apartment. A cell phone rang . . . the sound coming from the unmoving body of the former Lt. Johnson.

OOC: Fisher

 

[Jarval]

Lucas stares at the body of Lt. Johnson for several seconds, feeling sick. He jumps in alarm as the cell phone starts to ring, then glancing around himself, pulls the phone out of the Airman's pocket and answers.

"Hello?" Lucas says quietly, as he gingerly takes the Lieutenant's sidearm from his holster (if he's carrying a weapon), tucking it into the waistband of his pants.

 

[Fanog]

Entrance Ramp to Flight 267
JFK Airport, New York, New York
3:05pm, Late Spring 2003

Leonard is at first a little miffed that the airman takes the lead, but after yet another checkpoint passed in record time, he flashes the airman an adimiring look.

"Smooth... So, is this standard training for Air Force Lieutenants, 'efficiently dealing with the authorities'? If it is, I think I may have signed up for the wrong department. Nice work."

"Well, thanks for the excellent care, Lt. Stewart. I'll be sure to mention it when I am to make a report on this mission, whatever it may be. Lieutenant." Leonard turns around and hurries down the ramp, when he notices the two men near the security exit.

Now what...? Military personnel, here? Let's recap: a secret mission, a last-minute flight, and two persons near the security exit. I don't know what they're gonna tell me, but this is most definately not a coincidence.

Leonard gives his shoulder a shake, putting the bag further on his back to give his arms more freedom of movement.
Funny, how people often disregard their body when talking, even though in fact the voice and face are only a part of communication. Well, let's hear what these men have to say.

Leonard takes a few paces towards the group, taking care to notice what the two men are doing. One hand is on the strap of his bag, the other loosely by his side.

"Sirs, miss. Is there a problem...?"

 

[Keia]

The Fisher Apartment
Boston, Massachusetts
5:20pm, Late Spring, 2003

Originally posted by Fisher
"Hello?" Lucas says quietly . . .

As Fisher pulled the cell phone from the pocket of the airman, the body slumped over onto the ground. A bullet hole into the apartment building marked its passing through Lt. Johnson.

A voice on the cell called out, "Speak up, Johnson, I can barely hear you." As Lucas lifted the gun (a Beretta 92F) from the holster a door slammed across the street - and Fisher realized how open it was in front of his apartment building.

OOC: Fisher

 

[Keia]

Ilianov Apartment Building
Near JFK Space Center, Florida
9:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

Originally posted by Ilianov
He walked to the front door, stopping and waiting for the Lieutenant. A smile returned to his face, and he told her, "If I am going to be in this danger you speak of, I can not think of anyone else I'd rather have to be protecting me."

Lt. Reed was panning the room one final time before heading out to the car when Andreev made his comment. She stopped, looked at him a moment - judging the sincerity of his comment, then smiled and her eyes lit up. Andreev got that warm feeling - the one only a good woman can make you feel after you've said the right thing to her.

Reed didn't say anything as she stepped in front of Andreev on her way out the door first, brushing by him much more closely than she needed to. The journey to the car went without incident.

On the way, Andreev remembered an astronaut he knew of that lived by the airport - a young pup by the name of John Jameson. John was currently in Houston training for an uncoming mission and his home was currently unoccupied. Andreev knew him well enough that John had asked him to look in on it every few weeks to make sure everything was still there. As luck would have it, Andreev didn't remember where the key was, but hopefully he would when or if he decided to go there.

OOC: Ilianov

 

[Keia]

The highways enroute to Albany
North Central New York
6:10pm Late Spring, 2003

Originally posted by Fallon
Carefully, she settled back into the seat, watching the trees pass by the car window. "Hmm... no, I do not think there is anywhere I need to stop. The Albany Airport, is it? And where will we be going from there?"

"Not we, ma'am, you," Simms corrected. "I don't have a ticket to head back with you. There is a connection at JFK Airport, then off to Colorado Springs and Fort Collins. At least that's what it says on the iternary."

The black sedan they were riding in had an unusual look - very atypical for its purpose. The vehicle was quite muddy from the journey's through the pathways in the Catskills - not to mention the fair number of bullet holes in it.

At least that's the view the gas station attendant had as the sedan pulled into the service station. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but we're gonna need to fill up or I won't be able to get you to the airport."

OOC: Fallon

 

[Jarval]

Cover, I need to get some cover. Panicking, Lucas shoves open the door of the building, dashing inside, and once when out of view of the doorway, pressing himself against the hallway wall.

"Johnson's dead!" Lucas' voice raises in volume only slightly as he speaks into the phone. "Someone's shot him, and I think they might be after me." Find out who you're talking to, you idiot... "Umm, who is this?"

 

[Keia]

Chocktaw Reservation, Oklahoma
8:30am, Late Spring, 2003

As Jeremiah groggily rose from his bed in the morning after a long night of listening to stories told by the Elders, the far too chipper voices of several of the young men of the tribe became apparent.

They informed Jeremiah that they hade been given the morning free from classes so that they could spend it with Jeremiah on his last day here. Ten different ideas of what to do bombarded Jeremiah from ten different voices.

OOC: Jeremiah