[D20 Modern] Stargate SG-1 - Part II - It's getting warmer

[Keia]

Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0708 hours, June 3, 2003

With everyone’s gear stowed and piled into one of the two military grade jeeps, Durant gave Lt. Stewart a nod of his head to get started. Lt. Stewart eased the jeep away from their accommodations and out of the base, with the second jeep following closely behind. The base personnel took no unusual notice of the group’s passing. Moments later, the jeeps were leaving Nellis AFB behind and heading down a lonely road.

Within fifteen minutes the jeeps pulled off of the more well-traveled byways and onto a dirt security road. Another fifteen minutes brought the jeeps to a security gate and the first check point and use of the codes provided by Major-General Easton within incident.

Before long, the group arrived at what was supposedly Warehouse 37. A security fence twenty feet on a side protected the building – a stone building no more than 10 feet square with a single door. There were some trees and scrub near the fence on one side, but otherwise the terrain was flat. The mountains were visible in the distance and the pre-dawn light was giving way to the actual sun-up.

Visibility was good with only light, high clouds and the sun slowly rising. The coolness of the morning was becoming a memory – it was definitely getting warmer. . . .

 

[Fanog]

Secure Accommodations, Nellis Air Force Base
Las Vegas, Nevada
0708 hours, June 3, 2003

Leonard had been silent throughout the trip, thinking on Lorelai and her sudden disappearance. Their arrival at the warehouse got him out of his reverie. Sceptically, he looked around from inside the jeep, noting indeed only the small building.

"So... Whoever called this shack a warehouse has a sense of humor, at least. My kitchen is probably bigger... Does this thing have a basement, of is this basically it?" Despite the sarcastic remark, anticipation can be heard or rather felt, in Leonard's voice.

 

[Jarval]

"Eh, yes, it's certainly smaller than I expected." Lucas looks at the... warehouse in a little confusion, waiting for Durant to lead them in.

 

[Nuke261]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0708 hours, June 3, 2003

As Stewart drove towards the warehouse, Durant began to inspect it. He was fairly certain he could make out a half dozen security measures that would not seem obvious at a casual glance. When the jeep stopped, Durant looked over at Stewart and back at the others. "Well kids, looks can be deceiving, can't they. It's probably best that they hide this contraption in the most unimpressive building possible. And this looks like the most unimpressive building possible."

Once Durant got out of the jeep, he saw the others follow his lead. "Look sharp people. Let's not assume that the folks after us haven't set up an ambush." He looked over the group, they almost looked like a real unit. "Montoya you have demo experience, right? Check the door to see if it's been rigged, but don't touch it. Donovan and Fallon make sure no one is watching us. I realize it's a clear day and we can see for miles, but so can others."

Durant placed the papers back in the folder the Major-General had provided and handed it to Andreev. "Go ahead and check this stuff out." To the others he instructed, "Go ahead and get your gear. Make sure nothing rattles or is about to fall off." With that, Craig Durant headed with Montoya to the door of Warehouse 37.

 

[kid A]

Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0708 hours, June 3, 2003

Andreev remained seated in the jeep while the others unloaded, sifting through the packet handed to him by Durant and committing it to memory. Over the years, he had developed a system for retaining information, that had become quite successful for him. He was always reading new information, professional journals, and other information that was necessary for him to remember. This was just another walk in the park.

When he finished, and he felt he had retained everything in memory, he stepped down from the jeep and picked up his gear from the back. He checked and double-checked to ensure everything was secure, and walked over to Durant, handing him back the packet. "I have everything," he told Durant, "just let me know what you need me to do."

 

[MadThinker]

Donovan jumped out of the jeep, and went straight for his gear. He heard Commander Durant's orders, replied with a quick "Yes, sir!" and unloaded his equipment from the jeep. He pulled out a pair for binoculars and began scanning the horizon for unfriendlies.

 

[Keia]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0708 hours, June 3, 2003

The gate on the chain link fence had a huge Masterlock padlock locking a heavy chain that was on the gate. On further inspection from Montoya however, he noticed that the chain actually didn’t connect the gate to the rest of the fence, but simply was on the gate itself - impressive looking, but utterly useless for keeping the gate closed.

While the rest of the team recovered their gear from the back of the jeep, Rylee Fallon noticed that her bag was slightly opened. When she went to close it, a black paw flew out of the bag, slapped at her hand, and withdrew back inside the bag. Lucas noticed the lightning quick assault as he was retrieving his bag at the same time and Andreev heard the sharp intake of breath from his seat in the back of the very same jeep.

Donovan scanned the horizon and noted the following things. First, there were two more structures the same as this one, though each was more than a mile away. Second, Donovan noted that at about two plus miles away, there were two vehicles and between five and seven people milling about outside them. He could make out any details of the people at that distance, though the vehicles were likely camouflaged Hummers. Perhaps they were just camping . . . but then again maybe not.

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[Dark Nemesis]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0708 hours, June 3, 2003

She took a moment to examine their surroundings, noting just how flat and barren the terrain really was. One could see someone coming for miles with such a view. It would make it easy to perpare for any company they might encounter. With a small smile she got out of the Jeep, and moved to retrieve her bag when she noticed it was slightly opened. She started to zip it shut when a black paw swiped at her hand. Startled, she gasped and recoiled, but it only took her a moment to realize just what had happened.

"Diabhal cat!" She snarled, drawing her gun and pointing it at the bag. It took some retraint not to shoot the bag itself. She took a deep breath, then reached over to open the zipper a little more. "Come out, you little b*****d. I promise I won't skin you," she said in a mockingly sweet voice. She was, however, ready to shoot the cat on sight.

 

[MadThinker]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0708 hours, June 3, 2003

Donovan scanned the horizon and noted the following things. First, there were two more structures the same as this one, though each was more than a mile away. Second, Donovan noted that at about two plus miles away, there were two vehicles and between five and seven people milling about outside them. He could make out any details of the people at that distance, though the vehicles were likely camouflaged Hummers. Perhaps they were just camping . . . but then again maybe not.

Donovan scanned the area with the binoculars and found the two vehicles on the horizon. He briefly pulled the binocs away from his eyes, and squinted in the early morning sun, confirming their location. At this, he walked over to Durant, and reported his findings. "I can get myself a closer look at 'em, Commander, if you know what I mean."

 

[kid A]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0708 hours, June 3, 2003

"Diabhal cat!" She snarled, drawing her gun and pointing it at the bag. It took some retraint not to shoot the bag itself. She took a deep breath, then reached over to open the zipper a little more. "Come out, you little b*****d. I promise I won't skin you," she said in a mockingly sweet voice. She was, however, ready to shoot the cat on sight.

Hearing a sharp intake of breath, Andreev turned quickly going for his revolver. What he found, however, caused his sudden tension to ease, and brought him a chuckle. "It would seem as though the little cat has found itself a new owner, eh, Miss Fallon?"