Stargate Homeworld: Calling Card

1352 Hours
Al Faisaliyah Center
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

Azalea watched at the man jumped, dropped what he had,  narrowing her eyes slightly to see if she could catch a glimpse of what was on the table before him. Catching Lucas' gaze, she followed it to the windows, giving a small nod. Casually the lieutenant strolled over to the window, eyes darting around taking everything in, every now and then looking back at the man so he wouldn't think she was making any sudden movements. While Lucas talked to the man, the female kept a hand always resting on the side arm, praying it wouldn't be needed, but something was making the hairs on the back of the neck stand up. Something wasn't sitting right about this. She couldn't out her finger on it, but something seemed off. Slowly inching closer as possible to the man without him freaking out, the young woman gently turned the camera around, turned off the shutter and flash. Pointing the lens towards the male, Azalea silently snapped picture after picture, every so often turning, pretending to be looking at something else, only to snap a picture at a different angle. Not wanting to risk getting caught, the noirette slide softly back to the former position at the window, turning the display of the camera on to see what had been gathered.

Flipping through the pictures, movement from the other side of the window caught the lieutenant's eye. Tilting the neck, Azalea tried her best to get a good look, but unfortunately, the way the window was sitting, it was proving impossible without completely turning around. Glancing back at the display of pictures, the female started going through them again, stopping once more as more movement from the other side came. The young woman switched off the camera, pushed it to the side, then slowly turned to get a better look out the window. There still appeared to be nothing but this wasn't sitting right. "I think we might be having some more company soon," muttered into the earpiece, turning away from the man so he couldn't see what she was saying. When a few of the others glanced up, Andre nodded subtlety towards her window, hoping they would see the shadows and movement coming from the other side. The hand held the sidearm more closely, feeling as if it was going to be needed. Well crap. Guess you couldn't get through one mission without drawing some sort of weapon. The only question was, what was to come. Azalea crept to the side of the window, trying to crane the neck as much as possible to get a good  look, if anything at all. Anything would be better than nothing.

< tag: Alavair Leah,Lucas "Saint" Clark,Logan Blackwood,@alexknight >

1353 Hours
Al Faisaliyah Center
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

Lucas could tell that Azhar wasn’t a threat. He was a nervous reporter who kept telling him that he had a family at home and not to hurt him. ”We’re not here to hurt you, Azhar, we just need some information, that’s it.” Lucas kept his words in the man’s native tongue after the man had said that he didn’t speak very good English. The last thing Lucas needed was something taken the wrong way because the man didn’t understand something that Lucas had said in English. This wasn’t a regular mission and to be completely honest, it kind of made the soldier nervous. He knew that the information the man had was important and that it was up to them to get it out of him and to make sure that it wouldn’t get out to the general public – at whatever cost. ”Where did you get your information from?” He asked, his gaze never leaving the other man’s face as he kept his hands out so that the man would feel at least a little bit safer – or however safe a man could feel when he was surrounded by a bunch of scary looking people such as the ones that were there with Lucas.

”I do not know who they were! They asked to meet me and gave me the information – they said that the public had to know about it!” Azhar was frantic and when he dropped his hands to his desk to grab something, Lucas immediately grabbed his sidearm and brought it out of hiding and lifted it up. ”Hands where I can see them, buddy. Warn me when you’re about to do something crazy like this, alright?” He muttered as he took a step closer, obviously frightening the man who jumped away from his desk. ”I-I-I was just getting the information! I-I don’t have a gun! Don’t shoot me!” Lucas sighed at his reaction and lowered his gun down. ”Show me where it is – I’ll grab it. You keep your hands where my big scary friends with guns can see them or you’ll have so many holes in you they’ll mistake you for swiss cheese.” He spoke up as he moved to the desk and picked up the folder that was pointed out to him.

He flipped the folder open and glanced at the paperwork before quickly closing it. ”Give us your harddrive, USB – whatever device has this information on it. You’re not releasing it to the public, bud, or you see that guy right there –“ He nodded his head toward Alavair. ”He’s not as nice as I am – he’ll hunt your scrawny little ass down and he’ll kill you in your sleep, you hear?” He threatened as Azhar moved to the desk to grab his laptop. ”Put it on the ground along with everything else – then slide it towards me, alright?” Azhar was doing as he was told – frantically dropping his laptop, a portable harddrive and a couple of USB sticks onto the ground. He was visibly shaking and when he was done he held his hands up and started to back up towards the door the girls were guarding. ”T-that’s all of it. C-can I go now? I-I promise I won’t say anything.”

< Tag: Alavair Leah, Logan Blackwood, Azalea "De" Andre, & @alexknight >

1354
Al Faisaliyah Center
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

Azalea nodded hearing Logan, slowly moving towards the door, keeping eyes on the reporter. Something wasn't settling right. Shadows outside the window when they were how many feet up. The reporter getting more nervous than usual. It was almost as if someone else was pulling the strings. As Lucas started pulling out the gun, Andre's hand started gripping her own, ready to pull it out just in case back up was needed. The body language of the reporter seemed to get more intense as Lucas pressed. Yeah there was something more to this. As the file flipped open, the lieutenant wanted to step closer and snap a few pictures. At least then they would have record of it all in case they had to take off for the hills. What she wanted to know was who exactly they were about to be messing with, and how did they know all of this information. If there was one thing that Azalea had learned about being in the Academy it was the stargate was not something that was easy access to. The noirette could still remember that class they had to take about keeping the program secret. So how was it others were able to tap into that resource. Was the leak within the program? That was the only logical explanation, but at the same time, didn't add up. There was precaution after precaution put into place to keep this program and the people in it safe. God, the female didn't even want to think what would happen if the world knew about this program. That had disaster written all over it. The chaos that it would cause, well let's just say thank god they didn't have to deal with that. There were close calls from the former cadet had learned about, and hopefully those would be the only close calls.

As Lucas kept pressing the reporter, a subtle noise outside the door caught Azalea's ear. Stepping back slowly, the lieutenant pressed up against the wall, trying to a good read on the way it was coming. The noise was distant, but that didn't mean much. It seemed their time was getting cut shorter than any of them would like. "I think said company is approaching. Unable to tell how quickly, but we might want to get ready." The young woman slowly pulled the sidearm out, hanging it down by the side, staying pressed against the wall, tuning the ear the noises. It was still hard to pick up exactly where they were and how close, but something was saying this was all about to blow up in their faces and they needed to get ready. "Ideas sir?" The dark eyes darted to Alavair then Logan even over to Lucas. Time was ticking down. Something was saying they were about to have an even bigger meeting than originally plan.

< tag: Logan Blackwood, Lucas "Saint" Clark, @alexknight, Alavair Leah, Eric Ryan Donaldson >

1355 Hours
Al Faisaliyah Center
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

Once all the tech that held the information on it was surrendered, Lucas made quick work of grabbing the closest bag he could find - which was more than likely Azhar's backpack - and he stuffed the laptop, portable harddrive, the files he had been given, and a few USB sticks into it before quickly zipping the bag up and he slung it over his shoulders. He wasn't going to let this bag go for anything - he'd die before he let it get into the wrong hands. Azalea's words hit his hears and he nodded. They had to find a quick way out of the room and fast. He knew that the door he had come through was available for a quick pursuit, especially since Azalea was by the front door when she had heard people outside of it. The commotion on the floor above caused Lucas' ears to perk up and he looked to the frightened man. "You're coming with us, Azhar. If it was this easy for us to find you - imagine how easy it'd be for someone else to. Plus, there are still a lot of questions you need to answer to us." The decision was made - Azhar would be going with the group until they were in safety, then the team leader and second in command could figure out what to do for him but for now Lucas still needed his help. 

Lucas grabbed Azhar's arm as he drew his Heckler & Koch Mark 23 and flipped the safety off, ready to engage any and all enemies that may bombard them from any side. The window and the door the girls were guarding were likely the first targets. He was hoping for a clean getaway from the back door but he knew that they would more than likely go there as well. "The stairway I came up is just outside this door and around the corner." Lucas spoke and he moved with the man towards the door. He glanced out the small pane near the top, noting that no one was outside of it yet and he reached for the handle. "Andre, Knight - on my six. Make sure our friend doesn't try to run for it." He spoke to the two ladies on the team as he pulled the door open. He let go of Azhar and peeked out the door, his sidearm drawn and his finger hovering just above the trigger. He could hear voices nearing but he was hoping to get his team out of here fast enough that they wouldn't engage in a firefight. There were too many civilians in this building and if one were to ensue then they could easily be picked off and killed. "On my six. Stay close." He spoke into his earpiece, his voice barely above a whisper. Thankfully those plans Alex and him had read up on on the flight over were engraved in his mind.

Lucas began to lead the team out of the room, his gaze scanning the immediate area around them for any sign of a threat. A few stray civilians were standing around talking but at the first sign of a weapon they ran without Lucas having to say anything. As he made his way towards the staircase he reached for the door, only to come to a stop when he heard the sound of boots echoing in the stairwell. "Sh!t. Hostiles approaching." He murmured. "By the sound of it there could be three." Lucas tapped his earpiece and his frame pressed against the door that led to the stairwell as his free hand went to the doorknob. He looked to the rest of his team for a moment and nodded to them. Once that door was open there was a chance that they could be meeting face-to-face with an enemy and they had to be prepared to fire. They just had to get out of this building and to their SUV. At least now they were out of the room where they could be easily attacked from the windows and from the other door. "Out of the frying pan and into the fire, right?" He muttered with a shake of his head before slowly pulling open the door. 

< Tag: Alavair Leah, Logan Blackwood, Azalea "De" Andre, @alexknight, & Eric Ryan Donaldson >