Sam Carter And The Very Big Guns

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Wednesday Afternoon, 5pm

Sam headed back to her room immediately after Advanced Negotiations finished, and quickly changed into a pair of long, loose pants - not unlike the military BDUs she was so used to wearing - and a tank top. Old habits died hard. A hoodie emblazoned with the words: "Kneel Before Your God!" (Daniel's idea of a joke) was tossed on the bed before she hauled out her lockbox out of the wardrobe.

In the bedside drawer, amidst assorted candy stashes lay a .22 calibre pistol. Sam checked the safety and the clip, then placed it on the bed. The muzzle of the gun pointed towards the door - a habit she picked up from her father, who taught her how to use a gun in the first place. Old habits died really hard.

A small velvet oblong was flipped open to reveal her lockpicks, and she knelt down to use them on the lockbox. The keys were long since gone, but her lockpicking skills were always good to open the catch.

Inside were a variety of handguns, including a old military-issue 45 and a Glock 9mm. She took those out now, checked the safety and took out the clips, then took an extra clip and a couple of boxes of rounds for each gun. Guns, clips, and boxes went into her satchel, and she hauled on the hoodie and tucked the pistol in the pocket.

She closed the box, shoved it back in the wardrobe, put away the lockpicks, and left messages with the crew.

Then she went off down to the firing range for a bit of marksmanship practise with Aeryn.

OOC: I know I'm a bit early on the timing front, but since it's 01:30 Thursday here in the Wonderful Land of Oz, I'm a goin' to sleep now, Miss Daisy! Your character can come along and watch, shoot, or catcall - just be warned: Sam played nice at in SG-1 because she was in a command structure. She's not in a command structure anymore. and she's fully loaded

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[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

*grins*

Out of practise?

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Hardly. *stretch* How's the range compare?

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Not bad. Not as professional as what we're used to, but you'd expect that.

Hey, *grins suddenly* do you think we could get hold of paintball guns or intars and have a war games kind of day?

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's good, but just not the same.

Why Carter you little devil! We could have a good old-fashion game of Hitman!

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

I think we were spoiled by the AF, sir. Facilities and everything at work, so we didn't really have to really fend for ourselves.

"Hitman"?

You know, with your Spec Ops background, you have a slightly unfair advantage.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Being spoiled was fun.

You've never heard of Hitman? Cripes what kind of accademy did you go to that they didn't play Hitman?

Everybody in the school get's there names thrown into a bingo-machine thing and then each student reaches in and takes a name. Who ever you pull is you have to kill. The game goes until only one person remains. That person got specials for a month: front-of-line pass, one homework excuse from each class, good stuff.

Aw Carter, you afraid of the little old colonel?

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Oh, that Hitman.

*grins* Yes, colonel, I'm afraid of you. With good reason.

*prods him in the chest* Apart from being much smarter than you make yourself out to be, you've got forty-plus years of experience in a teenaged body that doesn't have bad knees anymore.

Reason? I'd say 'yes'.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

No oatsmanspatient. Of course that Hitman.

Smart? Why Carter I'm flattered you think I'm smart. I'll have you know I struggled through high school without killing anyone the first time around. The Accademy doesn't count. Neither does the college(s)

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sir, ability to regurgitate information does not intelligence make.

And you know it.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Is that your way of telling me not to chuck on the teachers?

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

*grins* I hope you know not to do that anyway!

Detention around here doesn't look like the '100 lines' type.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

No it certainly does not. Though I got to tell ya, morbid curiosity and all, I kinda wanna see what it's like. From the outside of course.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Well, you can let me know when you find out. From the outside, of course.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Made it after all, Sam. Got my homework done.

Yo, Jack. *nods at him*

What's this about a game of Hitman? I haven't played for years. Think we can get some of the other students involved? Not that I condone shooting kids.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

*Nods back* Kawalsky. Good to see you in one piece again.

Carter was just talking about how she was going to ask The Principle, when she get's back of course, if we could do a school-wide game of it. Weren't you Carter?

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Actually, sir, I was respectfully suggesting activities to my team-leader who was then going to take the proposition higher.

*grins*

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

*Blinks*

I have no idea what you just said.

[OOC: Gir moment!]

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

What I said was, "You're nominated to suggest 'Hitman' to Principal Connor."

[[ooc: have no idea what a Gir moment is! *flails*]]

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Well fuck. Think I should ask Jerusalem first? He might get a kick out of pretending to kill the students.

[OOC: Invader Zim, there's this malfunctioning little robot named Gir. One of his lines when given an order is *Very high-pitched* "I have no idea what you just said!" He's very happy and hyper and and green-doggy robot alien.]

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

I want my stereo back.

What's the policy on rigging booby traps on the Hitman field before the game? (ie: everywhere)

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Get a new one, It's mine now. You died fair and square.

All's fair in love and war, just make sure you let Jerusalem know first so he doesn't re-kill you.

You ever find a spot in the dorms or you still saxking out in the common rooms?

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

*grumbles about the stereo. Makes a note to see if he gets military back-pay so he can afford it*

Jerusalem. Got it. Gotta try to steal requisition some flour, oil and food dye from the kitchens for the traps.

I found a dorm. Right next door to you. I'm sharing with notcalledlizzie. We're having a weekly/biweekly/whenever meeting of the Stargate Colorado crowd in our room. I don't know when.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Charlie, you'd want a new stereo anyway.

After all the banging he does to his trying to get it to play.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

I liked that stereo. It had character. Guess I'll have to scrape together some money and see what I can buy.

*looks at Liz*

And headphones. I think I'm gonna need headphones.