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

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Considering this place, did you really think we'd last that long?!

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

Nah, I'm just pissed cause I didn't get to do any of the tainting...

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Awww... we'll have to try and get you in first next time

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

Damn my bad timing!

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, I'm sure you're timings not always this bad

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

*Is completely incapacitated by the sheer number of responses to that*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*laughs and raises eyebrow suggestively*

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

*Snorts* Ow.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*snickers*

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

*Is not giggling because that is the Anti-Manly*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*giggles at you as is girl and is allowed

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

*Eye-twitch*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*resists the urge to mock

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

*Is still a higher rank than you. I think*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Is not military, and therefore had no rank. Dumbkopf

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

*Is most definately higher rank than you. And better looking and older*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Two PhDs, and when I ruled the SGC, I ruled you too.

I'll give you the older

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

Bah, Mokney-Boy has more then you! And it was my clone that you ruled thankyouverymuch!

Older - Smarter = Wiser

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Actually, he has two too. So :P

And in your dreams, O'Neill

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

Bah. The third one counts even if he didn't finish it!

*Rasberries*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Well, when I've finished growing up again, I'll have four. At least.

*rasberries back*

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

Well how about we kill you during the third one to even up the score, peaches?

*Sticks tongue out like a three-year-old*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Kill me and and I'll make sure the other me makes your life a living hell

Keep sticking that tongue out, and someone'll cut it off!

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

Aw you big meanie.

Come near me with a knife and you'll end up with less hair than Hammond.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Live with it

I didn't necessarily say it would be me