Hello! This is my first Chuck fic! :) I was sitting on my couch today thinking that I hadn't read any Chuck fics before so I did and I was inspired to write my own. I know this chapter is SUPER short, but it's only a prologue and it was needed to set up for the actual story... so yeah enjoy the super short prologue! :P Enjoy! As Always -Greengirl16
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Chuck ran through the deserted warehouse chasing after one of Volkoff's henchmen. He heard Casey taking down other men in the next room and assumed Sarah was probably helping him. Chuck had lost sight of the man and was cautiously running, ready with his tranq gun if he was jumped.
"Looking for me?" a deep voice asked with a heavy Russian accent.
Chuck spun around only to be faced with the large man holding a gun to him. "Actually-" Chuck started.
"Chuck!" Sarah yelled, cutting him off. "Watch out!"
Another man rushed at Chuck from the opposite side of the room, cornering him.
Chuck flashed, barely hearing the two gun shots. Chuck went to kick the body next to him, but was shocked to find him already dead. He spun around and saw that the other man was dead.
Casey grunted, still holding his raised gun.
Chuck smiled at him. "Nice one, Casey."
Something rumbled above them. A pile of old warehouse supplies rattled back and fourth, threatening to fall.
"CHUCK!" Sarah screamed as Chuck looked up and saw a mass of debris falling.
"RUN!" someone yelled before Chuck was struck in the head and lost consciousness.