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

[Keia]

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

While waiting for the others to enter the building and descend the stairs, Donovan, Lt. Stewart, and Fallon stationed themselves at the entrance to the warehouse. The heat pouring from the open doorway was clearly evident. Lt. Stewart kneeled behind the second jeep for cover while the filed down the stairs with Fallon just inside the door and Donovan outside the door.

Listening to the sounds of the approaching vehicles, all three were slightly shocked by the loud sharp crack of a heavy caliber gun that reverberated past them. No visible bullet impact nor obvious aggressors presented themselves.

Fallon filed down the stairs as the middle group moved and Donovan and Stewart entered the black room after her with a final glance back through the door. The corner of one of the vehicles was sighted just as Stewart slammed the door shut. With no where to release, it got a lot warmer in the room.

OOC: Donovan, Fallon

 

[kid A]

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

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

Andreev broke into an intense sweat almost immediately. It was hot as hell in this "warehouse," and despite his living in Florida, he had gotten used to spending most of his time in air-conditioned labs and test-facilities. Although he was uncomfortable, he gripped his P90, waiting for whatever came next. It was a tense situation. He had no idea who would be after them already! As he understood it, this base was supposedly secure. Only the location of the other Stargate had been compromised, to his knowledge.

What have I gotten myself into? And why is it so damned hot in here?

He was about halfway down the stairs, as far as he could tell, when the light began to fade. He turned, looking back up the stairwell only to see the last of the team disappear into darkness, as Lt. Stewart shut the door to the warehouse.

 

[Jarval]

Following the others down the stairs, Lucas steps into the oppressive heat.

Wow, you wouldn't have thought it'd be hotter inside than out... He thinks as he treads softly down the stairway. He pets Krizzle absently, his mind working overtime.

OK, rubble, not good. Someone's been down here before us. He reaches for his sidearm and draws the Beretta. Not that I think Montoya and Durant haven't got things covered, but best to be on the safe side. Heh, if the word safe makes any sense at the moment. He smiles grimly, and move onwards.

 

[Vardeman]

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.

Montoya spoke in a soft voice, "Explosion from the inside. Took a lot of power to do that, sir." Slowly he stepped on down the hallway, towards the blasted bulkhead.

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[Fanog]

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

With his backpack firmly strapped to his back, Leonard follows behind Andreev and Lieutentant Reed. As soon as the start their descent, he fishes around in his vast for the flashlight, and used it to light the way.

He looks to the right, and notices that Lucas has drawn his weapon. Slowly, so as not to startly him, Leonard leans a bit in to the young man, and tries to ease his nerves. "You still okay? We've got some good men up front, we'll do fine."

With his free hand, Leonard wiped some sweat from his face. What the hell is causing all this? Something burning down there? Again with a low voice, Leonard tries to get the attention of Andreev in front of him. "Andreev... Is this heat produced by that Stargate thing?"

 

[kid A]

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

With his free hand, Leonard wiped some sweat from his face. What the hell is causing all this? Something burning down there? Again with a low voice, Leonard tries to get the attention of Andreev in front of him. "Andreev... Is this heat produced by that Stargate thing?"

Andreev slightly turned his head, acknowledging Campbell's question, but still keeping an eye on his descent. "I do not know, Leonard. I have read everything on the Stargate that I was provided with, but I cannot recall anything about it casting off this amount of heat. Theoretically, I do not believe the Stargate is the source of this heat. Hopefully, I will be able to determine more when we see it."

Unless, of course, I'm mistaken.

Andreev continued down the stairs, and racked his brain, trying to decipher what could be causing this kind of heat. Did it have anything to do with the Stargate itself? He doubted it, but still went over all the notes he had memorized, searching for an answer...

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

"Right," she said to Donovan, shouldering her bag. After the other teams had gone into the 'warehouse', she took up a position just inside the door. The intense heat from within caused her to pause though, wondering just where the heat was coming from. The sound of the gunshot rudely disturbed her from her thoughts, reminding her to keep her mind on the business at hand. In such closed quarters, her rifle was useless, so she drew her Beretta and carefully made her way deeper into the warehouse. Occasionally, she paused, looking for places that would create good cover when whomever had been shooting at them burst through the door.

 

[Keia]

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

Montoya spoke in a soft voice, "Explosion from the inside. Took a lot of power to do that, sir." Slowly he stepped on down the hallway, towards the blasted bulkhead.

The blackened hallway crunched somewhat under Montoya's boots as he moved through the hallway, as though a crust had been layered onto the floor and walls. Looking through the destroyed blast door, Montoya can determine that the blast most likely occurred from the hallway into the adjioning room, even though the debris scattered in the hallway would appear to indicate otherwise. Through the blast door was a thirty foot square room with the remains of a metal desk, the only item remaining somewhat intact in the room. The room was blackened like the hallway and a bulkhead door stood open on the opposite wall.

Durant followed closely on the heels of Montoya, boots likewise crunching on the floor. The debris to Durant seemed to contain a couple of bones amid the metal bits and other debris. The room was supposed to be a security room, when the warehouse had personnel stationed in it. The doorway on the opposite side led to an elevator going down - though the electronic codes for the door and elevator didn't appear necessary now that it was wide open . . . and there was no elevator car apparent though the light of Montoya's P90.

The others descended the stairs noting the same conditions as described previously. At the top of the stairs, neither Donovan nor Stewart and Fallon heard anything from outside . . . at least for now.

OOC: all
Donovan is still at the top of the stairs, then Stewart and Fallon. Montoya and Durant are just outside the security room. Everyone else is on the stairs at varying points.

 

[Nuke261]

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

Durant followed closely behind Monotya. He did not use his own flashlight, although he had it handy. He allowed his eyes to adjust to the soft glow from the other light and used his peripheral vision since that proved far more reliable in darkness. He tried to stay professional, but it was hard with all the questions that raced through his mind. Slowly the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. I've got a bad feeling about this. That is when he realized part of the debris was human remains! He whispered back to Ilianov. "andreev... pass the word not to bunch up... and keep your eyes open for a stairwell." Durant then made his way towards the desk to inspect it.

 

[Vardeman]

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

The doorway on the opposite side led to an elevator going down - though the electronic codes for the door and elevator didn't appear necessary now that it was wide open . . . and there was no elevator car apparent though the light of Montoya's P90.

He cursed softly as he angled around the desk, sweeping his light across the room. When he was to the open elevator shaft, he aimed his light down and glanced downward.

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