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

[Nuke261]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0712 hours, June 3, 2003

Sure didn't take long for things to get interesting again! Durant looked back over his shoulder in reaction to the reports being yelled to him. "Andreev, get the jeeps inside the gate. Stewart, soon as he's done move your group back to the gate." Making eye contact with Lt. Reed Durant continued. "Reed hold your position at the gate until everyone's inside. Once it's secured, move up to this door. Me and Montoya are going in, but it looks like the lock's been picked."

Durant took a deep breath, his P90 in the low-ready position. "Alright Rick, I'm ready to go."

 

[Vardeman]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0712 hours, June 3, 2003

Montoya, making sure everyone was clear of the door, entered the code on the keypad and, with a nod to Durant, pushed the door open with the muzzle of his P90. He stayed outside the frame of the door for a count of three and then leaned in to quickly examine the interior, the muzzle of his SMG tracking with his vision.

V

 

[kid A]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0712 hours, June 3, 2003

"Andreev, get the jeeps inside the gate. Stewart, soon as he's done move your group back to the gate."

Andreev noticed the commotion only when he heard his name. He was so lost in thought about the Stargate that he hadn't even heard the SUV's in the distance, and only began to realize what was going on. When Durant issued his order, it took a moment to sink in, but when it did, he was off back toward the two jeeps with a quick "Yes, sir!"

He immediately launched into the first jeep and started it up. He looked back toward the group of snipers, and yelled out to them over the sounds of the vehicles, pointing in the direction of the oncoming SUV's. "We have company, my friends! Lt. Stewart, can you please bring the second Jeep inside the perimeter of the fence?" With that, he began driving the jeep toward the gate.

 

[Calim]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0712 hours, June 3, 2003

Jeremiah seeing all the new activity launched into readiness to move but he also readied his weapon. Moved to the end of the group going into the warehouse.

 

[Keia]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0712 hours, June 3, 2003

Lucas gazed through his binoculars trying to get his eyes to see what his ears were hearing, though the desert was clear (but for the two parked Hummers noted earlier). The vehicles from the direction the team had come from and the scattered trees made sighting them difficult. From the sound, the vehicles were still twenty to thirty seconds away. . .

Krizzel, perceptive as usual, perked up and got jittery in Lucas’s bag as it sensed the increased tension in the air. The cat, even if it could escape from the bag, made no move to do so - memories of the airfield perhaps dancing through its small head.

Andreev and Lt. Stewart managed the vehicles and easily pulled them within the large gate of ‘Warehouse 37.’ The ten feet between the stone walls of the structure and the fence made it a tight squeeze to exit, but it was manageable.

To Donovan’s and Fallon’s sights, the group in the desert at the Hummers didn’t appear to react to the approaching vehicles that Lucas had called out about. Of course, the team was between the approaching vehicles and the group in the desert, so that wasn’t unusual. As Donovan left his position following Stewart and Rylee on Durant’s instructions he noticed an interesting sight – two individuals were being pulled from the back of one of the Hummers. There were bags over their heads and there wasn’t much more he could see before moving out.

Montoya opened the door and encountered only the darkness of the building. The inside walls of the building were painted black – as were the stairs leading down into the darkness from the center of the small ten foot room. Heat . . . a great deal of warm stale air issued forth form the small room, most likely from down the blackened stairs. A red security light kicked on a couple of clicks after the initial review of the room - the additional light didn’t help the décor.

Jeremiah followed behind Rylee into the fenced area with Donovan following him. Being the last person through the gate, Lt. Reed closed it behind him and continued to cover the road in the direction the team had come. The sounds of the vehicles were apparent to all and would be in sight within moments. . . .

OOC: All

 

[MadThinker]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0712 hours, June 3, 2003

As Donovan left his position following Stewart and Rylee on Durant’s instructions he noticed an interesting sight – two individuals were being pulled from the back of one of the Hummers. There were bags over their heads and there wasn’t much more he could see before moving out.

Donovan gripped his rifle hard as he walked through the gate towards the warehouse. He really didn't like what he had just seen. He moved quickly to the front of the team, and pulled Durant aside. "Commander Durant. Sir, I saw somethin' out there I think you should know about." He relayed the incident to Durant, telling him everything he saw. Without noticing, he grabbed onto his rifle with his other hand, and asked, "What do you want me to do, sir?"

 

[Nuke261]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0712 hours, June 3, 2003

Durant was stacked behind Montoya, ready to begin their dynamic entry as he had done so many times before. He could hear the others moving into the area behind him. He knew better, but looked over his shoulder to check on them. "$^(%!!" How in the world did Donovan manage to stay so quiet and sneak up on him like that! Glad he's on our side. He listened to the description Donovan gave him of the events out in the desert. "(#&@^-@=$&!=$-&*#)$!&*$@#!!" There was no time or resources to deal with this! "Listen Luke, we do not have a full team and what we do have is mostly civilian. We can not go out there half-cocked to do a job. We have too much trouble making sure we don't get compromised. The best you can do is send a message back to the base. It could be a training exercise for all we know. Do not get involved, we can't afford it. I need your mind in this game. You are rear security going into the building. Keep Fallon in the middle and Stewart back with you, the rest fill in-between. I'm counting on you."

Durant turned back to Monotya just as he began entry into the building. He quickly followed, his eyes scanning, his body slightly crouched, his rifle muzzle following his eyes.

 

[Vardeman]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0712 hours, June 3, 2003

Montoya opened the door and encountered only the darkness of the building. The inside walls of the building were painted black – as were the stairs leading down into the darkness from the center of the small ten foot room. Heat . . . a great deal of warm stale air issued forth form the small room, most likely from down the blackened stairs. A red security light kicked on a couple of clicks after the initial review of the room - the additional light didn’t help the décor.

With Durant right behind him, Montoya clicked on the flashlight on his P90 and headed down the stairs, his muzzle tracking back and forth with his eyes. As he headed down into the bowels of the building, time seemed to slow down, his every sense alert.

V

 

[MadThinker]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0712 hours, June 3, 2003

"Listen Luke, we do not have a full team and what we do have is mostly civilian. We can not go out there half-cocked to do a job. We have too much trouble making sure we don't get compromised. The best you can do is send a message back to the base. It could be a training exercise for all we know. Do not get involved, we can't afford it. I need your mind in this game. You are rear security going into the building. Keep Fallon in the middle and Stewart back with you, the rest fill in-between. I'm counting on you."

"Course, sir. My mind's in our game. Just thought you'd wanna know, is all." Donovan still didn't like the looks of what he saw, but it wasn't his place to decide what to do. The Commander had issued orders, and now all he needed to do was follow them. "I'm on it, sir."

He turned from Durant, and called out to Rylee and Lt. Stewart. "The Commander needs us on rear guard. Stewart, he wants you and me watching our backs, and Fallon, he wants you positioned between us and the team." He looked to see if they understood the instructions, and he picked up his rifle. "Let's get into position."

 

[Keia]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0712 hours, June 3, 2003

Kicking in the flashlight on the P90 did help Montoya with the illumination of the area. The light was brighter than the low wattage red security light within the stone room. The blackened walls and stairs were flat in color and the light wasn’t reflected in them – only absorbed.

Descending the stairs, Montoya kept alert for any signs of trouble. The stairs continued down about forty feet and ended in a short ten foot hallway. The hallway ended in a heavy duty bulkhead – or at least it did at one time. The bulkhead was torn open from the hallway into the next room, possibly from some explosive force. Some debris littered the sides of the short hallway, and this debris was also black and almost unnoticed due to the similar coloring of the walls and floor. Any more details were lost at the distance Montoya was from the doors (on the stairs before the hallway).

The heat as Montoya and Durant descended the stairs continued to increase, almost as if the two were descending into a blast furnace or perhaps the depths of hell itself. Sweat formed almost instantly on the pair, as their bodies tried to compensate for the change.

Lt. Reed, Ilianov, Fisher, Grayson and Campbell were the next group entering the blackened building and descending the stairs.

OOC: all but Donovan, Fallon