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

[Keia]

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

Originally posted by Fisher
"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?"

"Calm down, are you Lucas Fisher?" the voice asked, then without pausing for an answer yet, continued, "I'm Major Paul Davis of the USAF and I'll help you as best as I can."

"Are you in a safe location? Can you tell me what happened to Lt. Johnson?" the voice paused for answers.

OOC: Fisher

 

[Keia]

Seymour Johnson Air Force Base
North Carolina
1:40pm, Sometime Late Spring, 2003

True to his word, Donovan finished packing his gear within ten minutes. With the prototype rifle still in his hands, Donovan pondered what to do with it before heading off on the mission.

Donovan could hear the car outside. Glancing out, he saw that Lt. Tyrone Hearst was waiting at the car - the trunk and rear passenger door open.

OOC: Donovan

 

[Calim]

"Alright, we will do what we can but I have to be back no latet then 3 this afternoon to meet with the elders."

What have I gotten myself into?

Jeremiah get's up and dressed and then allows whoever wants to to lead to the first activity of the day.

 

[kid A]

Following Lt. Reed to the car, Andreev could not help but smile at the oddness of his situation. Here he was, being escourted by a beautiful Air Force Lieutenant to some sort of "top secret" mission, the details of which he knew very little of. And the little he did know seemd to point to the fact that his (and apparently some others') involvement may not be desireable by certain outside parties. His life had certainly never been boring, but this turn of events was definitely a change of pace from what he had grown accustomed to.

Getting in the car, Andreev opened his field bag and once again removed his revolver. He attached the holster to his belt, making sure it was snug. Looking at Lt. Reed in the front seat, a sudden sense of excitement flooded over him, and he was reminded of his early days back in the Russian Air Force. He then turned his attention back to his bags, and transferred the clothes and vodka to his field bag, leaving the empty paper bag on the floor of the sedan.

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.

It had been about two weeks since Jameson left for Houston, and it was about time for Andreev to make his first visit to the apartment anyway. He gave Lt. Reed precise directions to the apartment, all the while, racking his brain to remember where Jameson had left his extra key.

 

[Jarval]

"Yeah, I'm Lucas Fisher." Lucas frowns at the next question. "Of course I'm not in a safe location! There's a dead man on my doorstep, and I think I might be next on the list!" Lucas stops for a moment, trying to get a grip on himself.

"Sorry, sorry. I don't know. Maybe. I'm in my apartment building. I've got cover from the outside, which is good, I guess, but I can't go shooting anyone who comes in, and they might shoot me, right? Lt. Johnson was shot in the head. As in, right through the head, hole in the wall type of shot." Take the safety off the gun. Lucas pulls the Beretta out of his waistband, and checks the safety. "Major Davis, what are you going to do? I need help, and I'm not sure 911 is going to be quick enough."

 

[Keia]

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

"I understand," said the voice of Major Davis said very calmly. The man sounded like he had walked someone through this five times before. "Frankly, the longer you stay there the more risk you are in. So, I need you to get to the sedan. Weave. Dodge. Do whatever you need to do, do it quickly, but get to the sedan and drive away. I'll call back in one minute after you're on the road, understand?"

OOC: Fisher

 

[Jarval]

"OK. I hope I'm taking with you in a minute." Lucas pockets the phone, and sprints out of the building, grabbing and dragging Lt. Johnson's corpse with him as he throws himself down behind the sedan.

He opens the car's door, looking for keys. If they're in the ignition, he'll get in and drive away as fast as he can manage. If they're not in the ignition, he'll check Lt. Johnson's pockets, then the floor of the sedan.

 

[Nuke261]

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

Craig Durant flashed his Navy I.D. and does his best to explain to the stewardesses that this is an issue on National Security and they need to speak with one of the passengers immediately. While he is smiling and trying very hard to stay polite and semi-charming, he vaguely hears Montoya trying to get his attention. Frustrated by the ridiculousness of trying to beg for an audience with a man he needs to keep alive, Durant is brought out of his debate by a jab to his shoulder from Montoya.

"What?" As he turns to find out what the Sergeant wants, he notices a man walking cautiously towards them with luggage.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Cornell University - Off Campus Housing
Ithaca, New York
5:50pm Late Spring, 2003

Watching the very nice uniformed backside of Terrell stepping outside her room, the young woman sighed wearily as she dragged a bag out of her closet. By the time the lieutenant stepped back inside, Lorelai had a small bag packed.

She glanced around her room and trying to reconcile the mess with her usual...well who was she kidding? The apartment probably looked neater now that someone tossed the place.

"Lt. Terrell," she spoke to him, glancing up at the tall man from where she crouched by her bag. "How long am I going to be gone?" She worked those large luminious pleading eyes for all they were worth. "Can I bring my cat?"

 

[Vardeman]

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.

Montoya, gruffly whispered to Durant, "Isn't that him, sir?" He stepped out into the corridor, and addressed the individual, "Sir? Are you Leonard Campbell? Commander Durant and I would like to have a word with you."

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