RP: Complications (for lt_wes_janson)
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Carter was able to convince Landry to grant John those 48-hours to track down and talk to Mia, but when repeated calls to her cell and her home turned up nothing but voice mail, John started to get frustrated. Either she was evading him, too, or something was wrong.
With his time running out, John assembled a SWAT team and led them to Mia's apartment, where they found...nothing. All the signs of someone leaving town. John double- and triple-checked the yard for signs of Jaida, but the golden lab was nowhere to be seen. Clothes were missing from Mia's drawers, and all the other evidence suggested that she really had skipped town.
John couldn't help the sense of betrayal that began to settle in his gut; he felt like an idiot for once more letting himself be duped by a pretty face. When the team uncovered her stash of weaponry - a few pieces that John recognized from definitely being from her galaxy and the rest that he could probably place as being from her galaxy - that feeling simply intensified. Mia had told John enough of the truth to keep him at bay, but she obviously had kept the rest of her secrets close to her chest. He was going to be in so much trouble if they didn't find her and toss her into the deepest depths of Area 51.
Something didn't sit right with him, though. She would never leave her friends as suddenly as the messy apartment would suggest. She's give them some sort of heads-up.
He turned to the SWAT commander and told him to keep looking and to call him if they found anything else, and in the meantime start bagging everything to send back to the SGC. John? Was going to talk to those friends and see if they knew anything.
He hopped into the car and drove over to Wes and Aidan's. Tossing his tac vest into the backseat left him in jeans, a white button-down top, a black sports jacket and black combat boots. He decided to leave the weapons in the car, as a gesture of goodwill, and headed up to the front door after locking the car.
He hesitates at the door, but soon raps firmly. Nothing left to do but wait until someone answers.
Carter was able to convince Landry to grant John those 48-hours to track down and talk to Mia, but when repeated calls to her cell and her home turned up nothing but voice mail, John started to get frustrated. Either she was evading him, too, or something was wrong.
With his time running out, John assembled a SWAT team and led them to Mia's apartment, where they found...nothing. All the signs of someone leaving town. John double- and triple-checked the yard for signs of Jaida, but the golden lab was nowhere to be seen. Clothes were missing from Mia's drawers, and all the other evidence suggested that she really had skipped town.
John couldn't help the sense of betrayal that began to settle in his gut; he felt like an idiot for once more letting himself be duped by a pretty face. When the team uncovered her stash of weaponry - a few pieces that John recognized from definitely being from her galaxy and the rest that he could probably place as being from her galaxy - that feeling simply intensified. Mia had told John enough of the truth to keep him at bay, but she obviously had kept the rest of her secrets close to her chest. He was going to be in so much trouble if they didn't find her and toss her into the deepest depths of Area 51.
Something didn't sit right with him, though. She would never leave her friends as suddenly as the messy apartment would suggest. She's give them some sort of heads-up.
He turned to the SWAT commander and told him to keep looking and to call him if they found anything else, and in the meantime start bagging everything to send back to the SGC. John? Was going to talk to those friends and see if they knew anything.
He hopped into the car and drove over to Wes and Aidan's. Tossing his tac vest into the backseat left him in jeans, a white button-down top, a black sports jacket and black combat boots. He decided to leave the weapons in the car, as a gesture of goodwill, and headed up to the front door after locking the car.
He hesitates at the door, but soon raps firmly. Nothing left to do but wait until someone answers.