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

[kid A]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0713 hours, June 3, 2003

He whispered back to Ilianov. "andreev... pass the word not to bunch up... and keep your eyes open for a stairwell."

As Andreev made his way down the stairs, he found Durant in the room at the bottom of the stairwell. After hearing his orders, Andreev simply nodded, and began telling everyone in the group to spread out, and be prepared for anything. As he spoke with his teammates, he also kept his eye open for anything that would indicate a stairwell.

 

[Fanog]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0713 hours, June 3, 2003

Leonard stops after hearing Andreev's orders, and also stretches out an arm to hold Lucas back. "We'll continue after they've cleared up down there. We're being spared the hard work." He adds a winks to the young man next to him, hoping to get his mind off any troubling thought he may have.

Turning around, Leonard looks to the top of the stairs, waiting for the rear guard to catch up.

 

[Keia]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0714 hours, June 3, 2003

At the top of the stairs, Donovan, Stewart and Fallon listened for trouble coming from outside . . . but heard very little . . . the sound of a single vehicle running nearby was the only noise.

Fisher, Grayson, and Campbell were all at the base of the stairs, waiting for the all clear as Reed and Ilianov moved down the small hallway and into the room beyond. While waiting at the base of the stairs, Grayson noticed the debris oin the corners of the small hallway, including what appeared to be a blackened bone.

To Ilianov, the blackened walls, floors and ceilings were definitely the results of some kind of explosion or flash fire* - though whatever it was carried a lot of residue with it to blacken everything as it did. The air, though quite hot to breath in, didn't seem to have any harsh smelled that accompanied the more dangerous of the gases. The smell of burning and carbon were unavoidable, though not overpowering, however. Lt. Reed looked surprisingly calm as she scanned the room looking for other doors or trouble.

Durant moved to the desk cautiously, eying the area on the way. Debris that could have been other furniture, lights, chairs etc. was broken into almost unidentifiable pieces and littered the floor and gathered in the corners of the room. The metal desk was crusted with the same blackened materials that everything else was, but seemed relatively intact. The crust would probably require a couple of hits to break away and allow access to the drawers.

Montoya moved to the elevator entrance, noticing that where usually there was a keypad for security for the elevator on the wall, there was just a hole. Looking into the elevator shaft, Montoya picked up a reddish glow fifty to sixty feet down the shaft through an opening opposite the entrance (though sixty feet down). The remants of the elevator car could be seen in the reddish glow, the heat even more apparent at the elevator shaft.

No other doors were apparent in the room, though it was difficult to tell with the blackened walls.

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* - rolled horribly for a 'check' to determine was happened. Good to get a roll of 2 out of the way now.

 

[MadThinker]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0714 hours, June 3, 2003

At the top of the stairs, Donovan, Stewart and Fallon listened for trouble coming from outside . . . but heard very little . . . the sound of a single vehicle running nearby was the only noise.

Donovan kept his rifle close, and was waiting for the inevitable attack from the surface door. But, it didn't come. He spared a brief glance downward, toward the bottom of the stairwell. He saw Campbell looking up at him, but didn't say anything. He gave Campbell a nod, and turned his attention back to the door and Stewart. "Alright. I guess we should start headin' down. Stewart, let's just make sure you and I keep an eye the door on the way down."

 

[Calim]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0714 hours, June 3, 2003

Jeremiah seeing everyone doing there jobs was quite impressed to be asked to be part of this team. As he kept his eyes open he tried to find some details maybe of what happened here but fot the most part he stays quiet and out of the way.

 

[Fanog]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0714 hours, June 3, 2003

Leonard returns the nod from Donovan, glad to learn that there had been no difficulties up there so far. He turns back to the hallway, regarding Lucas and Jeremiah. They seem to be holding up pretty well. Must be hard for them too, not being able to do anythin yet.

Leonard point his flashlight at the ground of the hallway in front of them, checking if it's safe to walk there. He wouldn't want anyone to stumble in the dim light.

 

[Jarval]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0714 hours, June 3, 2003

Leonard stops after hearing Andreev's orders, and also stretches out an arm to hold Lucas back. "We'll continue after they've cleared up down there. We're being spared the hard work." He adds a winks to the young man next to him, hoping to get his mind off any troubling thought he may have.

"Yeah, I guess. No, I mean good." Lucas loosens his too-tight grip on the Beretta, and puts the gun back in it's holster.

"Just a little nervous." He forces a smile. "I've not really done anything like this before, you know, the whole walking into danger. Or at least not people trying to kill you kind of danger, anyway."

 

[Nuke261]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0714 hours, June 3, 2003

Unable to get into the desk, Durant scanned the rest of the room. However, he did not find much of interest. "Andreev. Montoya. Any luck?" Asking brought his attention to Montoya who seemed to have found the elevator. He could hear the whispers and see the flashlights of the others and knew they needed to make progress soon. Moral would not hold up very long at this pace. We just need to catch one friggin' break...

 

[kid A]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0714 hours, June 3, 2003

Unable to get into the desk, Durant scanned the rest of the room. However, he did not find much of interest. "Andreev. Montoya. Any luck?" Asking brought his attention to Montoya who seemed to have found the elevator. He could hear the whispers and see the flashlights of the others and knew they needed to make progress soon. Moral would not hold up very long at this pace. We just need to catch one friggin' break...

His head jerked up at his name. "No, Commander. I have not been able to find anything." He mentally kicked himself. He was supposed to be trying to find an alternate means of descending into the warehouse, and yet his mind continued to wander, thinking about the Stargate and how close he was. This room, and whatever happened in it, was just another in a long line of frustrating mysteries, barring his way from stepping into the Stargate and travelling to other worlds.

He shook his head once, and attempting to focus on the task at hand. His mind still raced, but he pressed on, still searching for any sign of a hidden stairwell or elevator...

 

[Keia]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0715 hours, June 3, 2003

As everyone gathered in the room and searched, two things were noted about the elevator shaft. First, the brake cable lines seemed relatively intact to use in some manner. Second, and more importantly, there appeared to be an access door just ten feet down the shaft on the opposite side. Looking at the shaft itself, climbing around it was possible and actually helped by the crusted hard baked material on the walls and other surfaces.

No sounds were heard from the surface as the team made their way into what was formerly a security room. Nothing of any interest remained in the room but for the crusted metal desk and the area around the elevator (the broken access pad, and the shaft itself).

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