Stargate Homeworld: Calling Card

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Alavair Leah
Homeworld Command

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Rank: Civilian (GS-14)

Stargate Homeworld: Calling Card Oct 23, 2013 15:41:39 GMT -5

Post by Alavair Leah on Oct 23, 2013 15:41:39 GMT -5

1300
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

Even though the day was still young, it was already excruciatingly hot as the team stepped off of the jet that had carried them to Saudi Arabia. News had reached Homeworld Command that a journalist was trying to shop a story about a new power source and that it could break any day now. Normally that wouldn't have been of much concern, however command had reason to believe that he was talking about a naquadah generator, something which he should have no knowledge of. They had dispatched the team to find out what he knew, and to put a stop to the distribution of the story if need be.

This was going to be Alavair's first time back in the field since his return to the land of the living, and he had been placed in command of Hoover. He had laughed at the team designations after he had taken the job, although he had to admit that now they were beginning to grow on him. At first some of this team had been uneasy with having a civilian in charge. Their fears however had been laid to rest when they found out his background, especially the fact that he had been honorably discharged at the rank of Lt. Colonel after his return. Now he had no concerns about winning them over, as they all seemed to know the story of his imprisonment for months in another galaxy.

He strode confidently to the waiting SUV, which would take them to the Al Faisaliyah Center where the contact was supposed to be. Alavair had done his homework on Riyadh during the plane ride, and he knew what to expect as they turned onto the street. Even that knowledge however did nothing to stop the feeling of awe that washed over him as he stared at the tower. It was a marvel of modern architecture, and he couldn't help but be impressed. He silently double checked his sidearm, making sure the safety was off and the silencer was firmly attatched. He hoped it wouldn't come to having to draw his weapon, but it never hurt to be prepared. As the SUV pulled to a stop, Alavair emerged into the hot sun. The team was filing out of their SUV, and he headed toward them intently.

”Alright, our target has an office right below the viewing deck. We're going to go in quietly, keep your weapons concealed. Don't want to be scaring the locals.”

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Last Edit: Mar 6, 2015 23:09:07 GMT -5 by Adam "Sly" Collier

Logan Blackwood
Homeworld Command

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Rank: Civilian (GS-13)

Stargate Homeworld: Calling Card Oct 23, 2013 17:03:19 GMT -5

Post by Logan Blackwood on Oct 23, 2013 17:03:19 GMT -5

1345 Hours (Assuming 35KM ride from airport to tower, at faster-than-average speed)
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

Logan stepped out of the long white Ford Excursion parked below the massive Al Faisaliyah Center. The Saudi's were known for impressive shows of wealth. This tower definitely demonstrated said wealth, and then some. While concealed by the SUV's door, he pulled the pistol from his waistband, and slid the receiver back, chambering a round. He slid the suppressed PPQ 9mm back into the concealed holster, located above the right back pocket. It was difficult to conceal a silencer - so he hoped he wouldn't have to sit down any time soon. He tucked his black Nike Dry-Fit polo into his olive cargo pants, and bent down to check the laces on his combat boots. With a press pass hanging around his neck, he looked every bit the part of normal, every day, foreign journalist. It felt odd to be carrying a weapon again, and even odder to be so lightly armed in a place such as this. Hopefully they wouldn't be getting into a firefight anytime soon. He looked over to see Alavair heading towards him and the rest of the team.

”Alright, our target has an office right below the viewing deck. We're going to go in quietly, keep your weapons concealed. Don't want to be scaring the locals.”

Logan had, of course, reviewed the brief as well. This was a security nightmare if the guy decided to bolt. There would likely be thousands of people in the building. With a shopping mall on ground level, and a smattering of office rents, and domestic dwellings, the man had multiple avenues of escape. Logan was pretty confident the mark would run, too. He had too hot a story, and most likely had backups, and contingency plans in place should something happen to him. If he was a true journalist, bribes wouldn't work. This was going to be a delicate situation. The press was Logan's least favorite subject to deal with. They were slippery, clever, thorough, and sometimes, annoyingly virtuous.

Logan looked around to his team members. Everyone had their false press passes on, that was good. It was surprisingly simple to pose as a member of the press - especially with the resources Homeworld Command had at it's disposal. Press was always a good option. Nobody asked too many questions, nobody assumed you'd be overly intelligent, and you could always hide hardware in camera cases in a pinch. It was horribly underplayed in the world theater, in Logan's opinion.

He cleared his head of distractions, however, and focused on the mission. He looked the building up and down again, as the team adjusted their equipment. He glanced down at the digital watch on his wrist, and made a mental note of the time - and he became the Blackwood. Emotion, cut off. Reflexes, coiled. Senses, on alert.

He looked towards Alavair "Fly casual, Chewie - he's gonna be a runner..." he said with a grin. He might be taking more liberties than needed, but he figured, why not. He was civilian, Al was civilian, and he'd gone through enough solemn etiquette in his life. Even if he was The Blackwood.

<TAG: HOOVER>

Last Edit: Oct 23, 2013 17:20:34 GMT -5 by Logan Blackwood

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Lucas "Saint" Clark
Homeworld Command

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Rank: First Lieutenant (O-2)
Organization: United States Army

Stargate Homeworld: Calling Card Oct 23, 2013 17:40:47 GMT -5

Post by Lucas "Saint" Clark on Oct 23, 2013 17:40:47 GMT -5

1345 Hours
Al Faisaliyah Center
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia
Saudi Arabia wasn't a place that Lucas ever thought he'd return to. He had spent a little time here with the 75th Rangers, and from that time he learned one thing: never trust someone outside of your group. He felt a little uneasy about the situation at hand, but the mission itself seemed fairly straight forward. The team itself was rather interesting and the only one that Lucas was slightly unsure of was Blackwood. He knew he was an experienced soldier, but the fact that he was a Shrink was one thing that Lucas wasn't too fond of. He didn't like the idea of someone constantly analyzing him and most of the shrinks he had met early on in his military life were not someone that you wanted to be around. He would give this man the benefit of the doubt though. He was former military after all.

As for the rest of the team, they were a well-rounded bunch who had brains as well as brawn, and Lucas considered it an honor to be working under Alavair Leah. He was a hero from what he had read, and he was experienced. The fact that he was a civilian now didn't even raise any flags in Lucas' head - the man had endured being a prisoner of war in another galaxy, he was a former Royal Marine, and he was married to one of the scariest women that Lucas had ever come across.

During the time spent on the jet, Lucas had done some homework on his own, so that he was fully prepared - or as prepared as one could be going into a situation like this - for whatever may come at them. As he climbed out of the SUV, the young man pulled the lanyard his press pass was attached to over his head and adjusted it so that it was easily recognizable. His sidearm, already fitted with a silencer was tucked away and in easy reach if he should need it. Luke glanced around at his surroundings, taking it all in. If there was one thing to note about the area it was that the building they stood in front of was absolutely beautiful.

When his Commanding Officer spoke up, Luke simply nodded his head, acknowledging the words that came from his mouth and he straightened his shoulders. For as much of a jokester the young man could be, he knew that now was time to put that away and pull out his soldier mask. It was time to get down to business.
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"I fear no evil for the shadow is mine and so is the valley."

Azalea "De" Andre
Homeworld Command

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Stargate Homeworld: Calling Card Oct 23, 2013 18:26:34 GMT -5

Post by Azalea "De" Andre on Oct 23, 2013 18:26:34 GMT -5

1345 Hours
Al Faisaliyah Center
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

To say that Azalea was nervous would be considered an understatement. This was the first official mission the young woman had ever been on and the sweaty palms were already happening. There was no instructors around hoovering over to make sure everything went alright. There was no lesson to learn at the end of it all that counted for a grade. This was it. This was where all the rubber met the road so to speak. It was time to show what she was made of and prayed to god there would be no screwing up. It would be just her to luck to forget something vital, but the moment that thought entered the mind, the female pushed it aside. If the Homeworld Command thought that this lieutenant wasn't capable, they wouldn't have selected her. It was an honor, and one that she wouldn't fail on.

Stepping out of the SUV, Azalea slowly surveyed the land; getting a sense of the surroundings. A false press pass, along with a small camera, hung around the female's neck standing next to Lucas, remaining quiet taking everything in. That was one of the cool things she loved about being in forensics; you could have a camera with you all the time because you never knew when you needed to gathered a piece of evidence. The fact they were posing as the press helped even more. Hearing Alavair speak, the noirette turned slightly, ears perking up. It was a honor to be working with Alavair Leah. Azalea remembered the stories Destiny shared about him and his wife Ayden. If there was anyone that knew what they were doing, it was Alavair. Now to make sure not to mess up under his watch. Oh she would never hear the end of it from Des if that ever happened.

The lieutenant gave a small nod, turning the gaze of the mocha eyes back to the surroundings. The cold end of the side arm she felt against the side, hidden from the common eyes, but able to obtain quickly if need be. Feeling the heat barring down, Azalea remembered the one cadet mission to that furnish of a planet. It was almost as if she was still shaking out sand from that mission. A small feeling of gratitude came thinking of that training mission. It prepared for heat like this country. With a wipe to the forehead, the noirette shook the sweat away, waiting for the next move; almost feeling the heart racing with a mixture of emotions. If only the old cadet team could see her now.

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Last Edit: Oct 23, 2013 18:28:12 GMT -5 by Azalea "De" Andre

Great things do not await me, because great things do not wait, but excellence is hidden everywhere, all around me, and I will find it.

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Stargate Homeworld: Calling Card Oct 23, 2013 19:28:10 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2013 19:28:10 GMT -5

1345 Hours
Al Faisaliyah Center
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

Alex let out a loud yawn as she exited the vehicle with everyone else. Her yawn wasn't out of boredom though. No she had spent the majority of the flight up cross referencing recent reports files by other government agencies currently working in the same area. While she wasn't able to turn up much beyond what they already knew, she felt a little more prepared walking through the streets of Saudi Arabia.

Like you could actually be prepared..

Knight was used to being in the business of not wanting to step on anyone else's toes - engaging in unwritten rules of common courtesy. But now the rules had changed a bit and she was mostly taking information from others as opposed to giving something of value in return. While she and her peers had a more .... unique jurisdiction than she was used to she wasn't particularly in the mood to get in a pissing match with the CIA who might just be working in the same city block. Still it did make her feel a little guilty using what contacts she had a one way street. If anything, it bothered her because it was new.

New would be the exact term should use to describe her teammates. It seemed like everyone had done their assigned reading on one another, and there was a good mix of talents and skills that complimented each member. From the time the she did spend talking with them after their briefing on the plane, she could tell that they were good people, which spoke rather loudly to Alex. She couldn't help but wonder slightly what they thought of her.

In terms of how she felt, while tired she was pretty calm. She loudly chewed on her gum, popping a bubble with a loud crack that she was sure was being picked up by her microphone feed. She knew was a little annoying, but it made things for a little more casual for her. Alert, but casual.

As for Alavair, from what she had read so far was that he was a very capable leader with a distinguished past. She still wasn't sure how to address him, as the young solider in her kept wanting to refer to him as Colonel. That, however she would play by ear.

"The most recent plans on this building detailed two possible exits out of that office, aside for the windows that is..."

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Logan Blackwood
Homeworld Command

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Stargate Homeworld: Calling Card Oct 25, 2013 19:25:42 GMT -5

Post by Logan Blackwood on Oct 25, 2013 19:25:42 GMT -5

Logan didn't even consider protocol, as XO for the group, he was allowed to ask questions, to make assessments, and pass judgement. He looked to Alex "I presume the door we will enter, and the other is located where?" he asked, expressing genuine concern. The infiltration point was obviously a useless escape route for the mark, but the other provided very serious opportunity. If the team could block off all exits as soon as humanly possible, the chances of the reporter making a successful escape became smaller.

Logan and Alavair pressed towards the building - the marvel of architectural beauty. It represented a miraculous tactical challenge for the team. The office suites, apartments, and private residences were a hurdle, to be sure - but the shopping mall on the ground floor probably represented the greatest potential obstacle of Logan's life. Hundreds, if not thousands of people congregating around countless exits, if the mark made it to the ground floor, there was absolutely no chance of the team grabbing him.

Logan wasn't even sure if they could grab him. As he had already evaluated, the chances of him trying to run were insanely high - and even if he didn't escape - Logan was pretty sure the story was making it public. Negative thoughts were not exactly his specialty - but they were realistic. Logan recalled the briefing. Naquadah Generator. The danger - in his mind - wasn't the fact that this information was supposed to be classified. That was absolutely true. Nobody outside of Homeworld Command, and the extreme upper echelons of the United States, Russian, and Chinese governments should have useful knowledge of the material. Beings the material is not available in our solar system brought up new questions as well.

Someone gave away not only the design secrets of the generator, but also the precious Naquadah as well. Someone connected. Logan's trust iris was officially closed. Free energy wasn't a crisis level event, either. What happened if someone weaponized the material was - however - a huge crisis level event waiting to happen. That was something Logan wasn't willing to allow - regardless of the designs of Homeworld Command. He would potentially break protocol, and disobey orders to prevent this from being available on the black market.

Logan didn't wait for Alex to answer before snapping out "Lucas, as soon as we arrive, do your best to block the other exit, Alex, Azalea, be ready to take him out if he tries to get past, Al and I will keep him from going out past us. Hopefully we can talk him down and get to the bottom of this peacefully..."

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Lucas "Saint" Clark
Homeworld Command

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Rank: First Lieutenant (O-2)
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Stargate Homeworld: Calling Card Oct 25, 2013 19:47:25 GMT -5

Post by Lucas "Saint" Clark on Oct 25, 2013 19:47:25 GMT -5

1350 Hours
Al Faisaliyah Center
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia
While Lucas may have been new to the Stargate program, the briefing had told him one thing: this Naquadah Generator was important and highly classified, with only the highest levels of government officials, and of course members of the program itself knowing of its' existence. If it got into enemy hands, the results could be catastrophic, and that's why his team was here to make sure that it didn't happen.

The moment that Alex spoke up, Lucas glanced at her, already soaking up her words as the wheels in his mind spun trying to figure out the best way to handle the situation. The course of action they took was up to their Commanding Officer but that didn't mean that the young man couldn't think of a backup plan. He wasn't about to go into this building with no A, B, and C plan - that wasn't how he did things.

The young Lieutenant followed behind his commanding officer and second in command without a word, still assessing every nook and cranny he could get his eyes on, not wanting to be surprised in any way. This was a straight forward mission - there shouldn't be any surprise attacks awaiting them but if there was one thing the Army Officer had learned in his time overseas with the 75th it was to always prepare for the unexpected. Things could go wrong in a moment's notice and he wasn't about to lose more teammates.

Lucas' ears perked up when he was addressed. "Already mapping out the course in my mind, sir. I looked over the plans with Knight while we were en route. I know what we're dealing with when it comes to the floor-plan. I'll radio you when I'm in position." The way that Lucas looked at the situation on hand was simple: it was better for him to loop around the room and position himself just outside the door, ready to go inside the moment the rest of his team was inside. This way the man wouldn't even have a moment to try and move to the back exit because it would already be guarded.

Now that they were inside Lucas separated himself from the team. The floor-plan of the building was fresh in his memory and he knew exactly what hallways to take to reach his designation. Instead of taking an elevator, he walked up the stairs and once he was outside of the door he was meant to be outside of he lifted his hand to press the nearly invisible radio that sat in his ear. "Saint is in position; checking to confirm target's identity," he spoke. Lucas glanced through the small window on the door and when he spotted a man inside, he waited for the man's face to come into view before speaking into his radio once more. "Our target is in position. Ready to move in on your mark." One hand hovered over where his sidearm was, ready to pull it out if he had to, while his other rested on the doorknob.
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Last Edit: Oct 25, 2013 19:49:12 GMT -5 by Lucas "Saint" Clark

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Stargate Homeworld: Calling Card Oct 26, 2013 19:34:33 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2013 19:34:33 GMT -5

1350 Hours
Al Faisaliyah Center
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

Alex took a deep breath after hearing Lieutenant Saint confirm the location of their mark. She had began to feel a moment of clarity that seemed to last an eternity, the kind she would feel before the tip off at the start of a basketball game. Time slowed, and she found herself deep in thought. While not completely distracted, she was playing through scenarios in her mind with how things were going to play out.

"Hold.."

She couldn't believe the words had left her mouth, let alone went over the radio. She wasn't having second thoughts, but she felt an uneasiness that certainly washed over her. She wasn't a seasoned field operative like the others on her team, so why did she speak up?

Dead air... SAY SOMETHING!

"Maybe this guy is just in the wrong place at the wrong time? I mean I know intelligence officers who jump on information... This guy is a reporter. They do the same thing. I've read reports where guys like this jump from windows and stuff. If I was cracking a story on something like this, I'd be paranoid as hell..."

Her words made no sense to her as they came out of her mouth, but she had already said them. While she was still new to the field aspect of intelligence work, she did know that dead suspects rarely revealed anything of importance. Besides, she didn't think things would go over if their target decided to test the gravity between himself and the concrete below.

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Last Edit: Oct 26, 2013 19:37:03 GMT -5 by Deleted

Logan Blackwood
Homeworld Command

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Stargate Homeworld: Calling Card Oct 28, 2013 11:33:05 GMT -5

Post by Logan Blackwood on Oct 28, 2013 11:33:05 GMT -5

"Maybe this guy is just in the wrong place at the wrong time? I mean I know intelligence officers who jump on information... This guy is a reporter. They do the same thing. I've read reports where guys like this jump from windows and stuff. If I was cracking a story on something like this, I'd be paranoid as hell..."

Alex seemed concerned about the mission - and Logan couldn't blame her. He was also concerned. Probably for different reasons. She was almost rambling - but he knew he needed to calm her worries before they moved on. He needed 100% from his team, and he knew Alavair probably expected at least 110%. That was the difference between team leader and XO. Logan held up his hand in a fist as she said hold. He cursed himself and quickly brought his hand down. That was decidedly un-military. He wasn't the best at blending in. He ran a hand through his long hair, and turned to face the team.

"We're not here expressly to drop this guy, we're here to silence a story. We do it as peaceful as possible - but the story can't get out. This should go smooth, Lieutenant," He said, voice low, as he clapped a hand on her shoulder reassuringly. He couldn't promise anything, of course - but he would do everything in his power to protect his team, at any cost. He would bring this whole tower down if need be. He turned once more, and the team stepped out of the elevator. Ahead of them was a very short walk to the office door.

Logan strode forward, his right hand flexing instinctively, ready to jump to his sidearm in a hurry if need be. He thought they should have smuggled in some heavier hardware - even a P90 would be nice if something went south. His arm hairs stood on end as he neared the office door - something told him that this wasn't going to be nearly as easy as it seemed. Logan's ear piece told him that Saint was in position to the aft of the office, and the target was in fact inside.

"Alright, on three, Alex - Right, Azalea, Left." he said, placing his hand around the doorknob gently. His other hand was near his face - so he could broadcast his count to Lucas as well, through the microphone. Luckily the hallway was empty aside from them. He had offered up a silent prayer of thanks for that. He gripped the knob, and counted "One" his voice barely registered, more of an exhale than a word "Two" he said, as Alavair stood on the other side of the door, hand ready near his pistol as well. Logan considered knocking, and just being let in - but he needed the element of surprise here, to avoid a potential negative altercation. "Three" he finished, a bit louder than the first two of the count.

His hand twisted on the door knob, and he pushed in.

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Last Edit: Oct 28, 2013 11:33:35 GMT -5 by Logan Blackwood

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Azalea "De" Andre
Homeworld Command

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Organization: United States Air Force

Stargate Homeworld: Calling Card Oct 28, 2013 17:31:54 GMT -5

Post by Azalea "De" Andre on Oct 28, 2013 17:31:54 GMT -5

1351 Hours
Al Faisaliyah Center
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

Azalea winced at the loud snap that came through the earpiece from Alex. Really? Did that really need to happen? Anyone who knew this young woman knew that it was hard for her to get along with other females. On one hand, she could count how many females she trusted and counted as good close friends. The lieutenant held back a glare at the teammate, taking a deep breath, turning to face Logan. With a small nod, the noirette stood there going over in the mind, making sure that she had everything. While the lieutenant might not have the whole kit, there was still various tools tucked away, but quickly accessible if needed. Tweezers, gloves, and small plastic bags tucked into various pockets of the outfit just in case anything needed to be gathered.

Letting out a sigh, Azalea followed the small team into the door, letting a small breath. Pushing the camera aside, the young woman's hand went to the sidearm. The fingers grasped the handle of the gun, ready for anything. If there was one thing that Azalea had learned through the Stargate Academy, nothing was ever what it seemed. You could be heading into what you think is a simple mission, simple meet and greet, simple whatever, and turns out to be completely different. The mind wandered back to the Olympics in France and the toxins that were released into the air. Oy, how crazy of a mission that was. Still to this day she could swear that the mind was never the same again. The side affects that came after that mess. Andre shook the head, refocusing as Logan started to count down, hand still resting on the gun, pressed back against the wall as the mocha eyes continued to scan the hallway; just in case someone came around the corner they didn't want to meet, As Logan said three, the noirette pushed herself off from the wall, standing beside and slightly behind Blackwood, eyes scanning the room that had opened before them, but still turning and looking behind them. Someone had to guard them from behind while they dealt with whatever was about to come their way. For some weird reason, Azalea got a sinking feeling, this wasn't going to end very happily, but then again; whenever did they?

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