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

[Dark Nemesis]

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

Rylee maintained a stony silence as they made their way into deeper into the warehouse. She definitely did not like what was going on. It seemed they were trapped between two dangerous situations: whatever it was that wa causing this heat within the warehouse, and the enemies who were waiting for them outside.

She carried her Berretta in one hand, and a flashlight in the other. Though the beam from the flashlight would surely give her away, she tried to move a quietly as she could. Her attentions were divided between maintaining her footing, watching for enemies in front of her, and listening for any sounds of pursuit from the enemies behind them.

 

[Vardeman]

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.

Montoya squatted near the edge of the open elevator shaft and removed his backpack, taking from it his climbing kit. Using the rope to anchor himself in case of a slip, he prepared to make his way to the access door. "Sir," he addressed Durant, "Permission to investigate the shaft?"

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[Nuke261]

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

"Andreev, get everyone down here, this area's as secure as we are gonna get it." Durant walked over to Montoya to examine the elevator shaft he was studying. "Guess we don't have much choice. You can check it out, but I don't want you going alone. Let's see if Mr. Fisher is up to the climb." Durant then asked to have Lucas sent over to the elevator doors.

 

[kid A]

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

"Andreev, get everyone down here, this area's as secure as we are gonna get it."

Andreev nodded to Durant, and moved to the bottom of the stairwell. Motioning with his hand, he called to the rest of the team, "Please, everybody move into the room here, and clear the stairwell." As they began filing into the small room, his eyes kept close watch behind Lt. Stewart, and he gripped his P90 at his side, ready to provide cover fire if necessary.

 

[Fanog]

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

"Well Lucas, it seems like you're up. You'll do fine, trust me", Leonard encourages the young man next to him ocne Durant has called for him. Leonard descends the stairs with the the others once Donovan and Lt. Stewart have caught up with them.

Once he is in the security room, Leonard looks around, aiming his flashlight at the most prominent features of the room. He's trying to get an idea of what happened, but doesn't do anything yet. He walks over to the desk, and takes a good look at the drawers. These seem to have survived, might contain some useful information... He'd probably have ordered so if he wanted them opened. Just stay put for now, Len.

 

[Jarval]

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

"Thanks." Lucas says to Leonard, then moves over to stand beside the elevator shaft, looking down it doubtfully.

"Well, the brake lines still look solid, and it's not too far down to climb. Should be easy enough." He starts to unpack his climbing gear as he speaks, clipping a harness together.

"Are we sure there aren't going to be any surprises down there?" He turns to Montoya. "I guess you'll be taking the lead? Might be just as well, as I wouldn't know a booby-trap until I'd tripped it."

 

[Keia]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0717 hours, June 3, 2003

Richardo Montoya looped his rope through a support inside the elevator shaft and secured the lines. As Lucas Fisher looked over the lines, he didn't not any problems with the knots or method - in fact, Montoya had done a good job.

At the bottom of the stairs, Donovan and Lt. Stewart were covering the stairs going up with Rylee Fallon only a step more into the room that they were. The door resounded with the impact of metal on metal - perhaps gunfire onto the door itself, or the metal covered roof of the warehouse above.

Campbell's review of the desk revealed that there were several drawers, but they (and the entire desk) were covered with what seemed to be perhaps a half an inch of blackened, crusty material - perhaps one heck of a lot of charcoal residue, or charcoal mixed with something else . . .

Lt. Chris Reed was at one of the side walls when she called out, "I think I've found a fire entinguisher box behind some of this crap, sir." She hit the crust with the butt of her rifle several times - the last hit sounding metal on metal, and almost at the same time at the sounds above heard by those at the stairs.

Lucas had secured himself as well and the two were ready to descend into the stairwell. . . .

Montoya dropped down first, but only about ten feet before stopping himself, bracing, and leaping to the other side of the shaft. A few tense moments passed as his right hand struggled to gain a purchase on the back wall of the shaft (moments that seemed much, much longer to Montoya), before finally grabbing hold. Montoya didn't see anything out of place, but the access panel was covered with the same black crust as the rest of the room, shaft and stairs up . . . and it was hotter in the shaft than in the room above. The metal was quite warm to the touch, though not scalding . . . not yet.

OOC: all

 

[MadThinker]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0717 hours, June 3, 2003

At the bottom of the stairs, Donovan and Lt. Stewart were covering the stairs going up with Rylee Fallon only a step more into the room that they were. The door resounded with the impact of metal on metal - perhaps gunfire onto the door itself, or the metal covered roof of the warehouse above.

Donovan was standing at the bottom of the stairwell when he and Stewart heard the sounds of metal on metal coming from the door at the top. "Stewart!" he called, as he both gestured with and readied his rifle, training his sight on the door. Then, he called out to Durant, "Commander, you might wanna come take a listen to this!"

 

[Vardeman]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0717 hours, June 3, 2003

Montoya dropped down first, but only about ten feet before stopping himself, bracing, and leaping to the other side of the shaft. A few tense moments passed as his right hand struggled to gain a purchase on the back wall of the shaft (moments that seemed much, much longer to Montoya), before finally grabbing hold. Montoya didn't see anything out of place, but the access panel was covered with the same black crust as the rest of the room, shaft and stairs up . . . and it was hotter in the shaft than in the room above. The metal was quite warm to the touch, though not scalding . . . not yet.

Bracing himself with his feet, Montoya took out a piton and chipped away at the the black crusty material sealing the access panel. With his P90 slung over his shoulder he didn't have a light source, so he called softly back to Lucas, "Can you shine your light over here?" Once it was relatively clear, he pried open the panel to see what he could make of it.

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[Jarval]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0717 hours, June 3, 2003

Lucas wipes sweat from his face as it starts to sting his eyes, before twisting around to shine his flashlight to the wall beside Montoya. He resting his full weight on the ropes, confident in the climbing rig.

"I don't get it. How on Earth can it be so hot down here? Is there a blast furnace we've not been told about?"