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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Keia" data-source="post: 998438" data-attributes="member: 98">Will Rogers World Airport – Hangar 14Oklahoma City, Oklahoma5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003Grayson’s eyes adjusted to the hangar, though the brightness outside still made seeing things within the hangar difficult.  He did make out several people walking into the hangar through the eastern door, watching them make their way to the far corner from his location.  It appeared that they had come from the hangar.  Within the hangar was a small jet which was closer to Grayson than to the eastern hangar, and a military jeep sitting next to the small jet and on Jeremiah’s side of the hangar.Something . . . perhaps the movement heard only moments earlier, made Jeremiah pause for the moment just inside the door, but not causing a silhouette in the doorway. Lt. Dyson’s eyes adjusted as well and he began walking across the hangar - seeing nothing out of the ordinary._______________________________________Durant’s eyes flashed left and right looking for trouble, though still difficult as his eyes adjusted to the shadowy darkness of the inside of the hangar.  It would be only moments for his eyes to adjust to the apparent darkness and he could make out the assailants just fine . . . but those may be moment Durant didn’t have.Durant didn’t see a light switch but did notice that several of the overhead lights were on, it was just the sharp contrast of western sun into the inside of the hangar that had made them less than useful.  A small jet was in the hangar almost 80 feet away as well as something beyond the jet that he could make out.  By a small door opposite diagonally from his location two people entered the hangar, one carrying bags over his shoulders – likely Durant’s last team member._______________________________________The crate stack wasn’t the best Montoya could have hoped for when looking for cover, though it was the best in the vicinity.  Maybe it was his time in the Middle East with the bright sun and darkened building, but Montoya’s eyes adjusted quickly to the temporary darkness.  He noted everything that Durant saw plus several targets.  The targets were wearing black clothes and gear, including some light body armor, and carrying possibly MP5’s.  Their faces were blackened as well – at least all five that Montoya spotted were. . . _______________________________________Shots rang out, inside the hanger from the men on the catwalk.  Two shots hit Lt. Dyson, knocking him to the ground.  Near misses pegged the crates and the wall behind Stewart, Montoya, and Durant.  Stewart ducked more fully behind the crates and pulled his Beretta, preparing to return fire.Odd though it may seem, the bullets impacting on the walls and the crates didn’t sound like normal bullet impacts. . . OOC: Durant, Grayson, Montoya</blockquote>

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