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

[can_be_more]

I am taking a break from studying to shoot something. Point me in the right direction.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*resists urge to point at Jack*

[can_be_more]

*considers*

He does snore.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

*laughs* You have to roll him over at least once to stop it.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*raises eyebrow* Sam? You holding out on me?

[can_be_more]

Exactly what I'm thinking...

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Yeah Sam, you holding out on us? Jack wouldn't tell me nothing, the rat bastard

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

What I told Liz, Charlie: four of us in a tent, seven years. You learn things.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Four of us, Liz. Seven years. Do the math on the number of nights.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*breaks into giggles*

I'm sorry... it's just the... *giggles*

I think you were right about those adolescent hormone thing-ness you were hypthoesising about

[can_be_more]

*eyebrow raise*

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

I... No, it's not... Oh. Never mind.

[can_be_more]

*eyebrow stays raised*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*winces* Oh, that's not good. Is he tidy at least?

*offers hand* Elizabeth, by the way. I'm next door

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm Charlie Kawalsky, an old friend of Jack's. How you doing? I live next door with Liz Weir. You might wanna talk to Jack about the state of your quarters. I think he wants to knock down a wall (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/76526.html?thread=2788334#t2788334) or something this weekend.

[can_be_more]

Aeryn. Hello.

I know of the plan. We were going for more roommates, anyway. Besides, it would be a good idea to take out some frustration with some destruction.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

You like destruction. I really like you. Jack has good taste in roomies.

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

Hey Kawalsky, you still wanna come with to ask Jerusalem about all the crap or are you gonna ditch me?

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Ditch you? Not gonna happen, Colonel Jack. That'll be about when hell freezes over.

Let's get this over and done with. I still don't know the lay of the land, so point me in the right direction.

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

Found his voicemail. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/jerusalem_s/4905.html) Tag-team?

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Just like old times.

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

Makes me all nostalgic-like.

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

We're asking for all this by the way:

Personal kitchens in the dorms.
Permission for Hitman.
Permission for Supplies for Hitman.
Permission for Booby-traps for Hitman.
Permission to knock down a wall.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Got it. You wanna go first, or you want me to?

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

I just went. You next then we take turns sucking up and bribing.