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

Comments

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

Ooh, nice daddy. That didn't sound nearly as skeevy in my head.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Daddy took Elizabeth to the gun shop as a "graduation" present.

He'd probably like you... except for the fact that you're a pilot...

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

Sure as hell beats a car.

He got a thing against pilots?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

I already had the car... got that when I graduated with the undergrad.

Dad did his tour in the Navy, as a pilot. He says the only thing that distinguishes between AF and Navy pilots is that the Navy land better.

He also repeatedly told me that he knew what pilots were like, and that I was to stay away from them ;)

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

*laughs* So you end up on an AF project, with a pilot as your co-leader?

Fate definitely has a sense of irony!

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*nods*

Dad doesn't know what I was(am?) up to.

Last I told him and mom, I was in Antarctica; but could be heading to the Middle East any day

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Well, I guess the current state of the Middle East is only slightly less dangerous than Pegasus.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it made the most sense to tell him that, just in case...

*sighs*

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

That's the hard thing, isn't it? You can't go back and see the family?

Not that I was that close to my brother. But it's still family.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Exactly.

I am... was... fairly close to my family. And now I'm just this... this girl

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

Nice.

Fishead huh. Could be worse. Least he's not a pongo.

You should listen to him too, us jocks are crazy people.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*raises eyebrow* Pongo? I don't think I'm familiar with that particular term.

I did do... until I met a certain, well, Major at the time, and went off to this whole other galaxy... ;)

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

Pongo as in an Army mook.

Major? This wouldn't happen to be that life-stealing thing claiming to be me now would it?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Gotcha! My family's pretty much stayed clear of the army for... well, generations I think :)

No... that would be the one I took with me... John Sheppard? Ring any bells?

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

Good thing too, those army freaks are... freaks.

Sheppard. I think I've met him before. Seem to remember saving his ass once I think. You should get him to come with (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/76526.html?thread=2744302#t2744302) this weekend.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*snickers* The worst I've experienced are marines. I had two follow me everywhere when I last went to India. It got old fast.

I'll try to. John tends to do his own things ;)

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

Ooh Jarheads! They sure are fun to mess with though. Easy too.

Eh, he comes he doesn't, doesn't really matter as long as there's booze.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Remarkably easy to lose too.

Completely accidently of course.

Already ahead of you on that! Uh, as long as you don't mind rotgut, that is... ;)

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

You're not thinking of that stuff that manofthemullet was peddling the other night?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

I might be....

*whispers* You wanna find out about his Groundhog day adventures or not?

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

That stuff is poison!

*whispers back* I'm curious, but not so curious that I'm willing to forgo my liver in the process!

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

I've had worse... it's amazing what god-awful stuff they serve you at some of these negotiations... and of course, you've got to smile and act polite

*whispers* It won't be the only thing to drink, I'm sure. Just as long as they accept the fake ID at the Kwik-Mart...

[ooc: Ach! *smacks self* Wasn't supposed to be logged in myself!]

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

Of course, why would you ever want to lose one on purpose?

If it can get you drunk it's fine by me.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

I have no idea *giggles*

Oh, it will do. *smiles*

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

The drunker the better! Just make sure Danny gets a whole lot of it and you're fine by me