Los Amigos St. Crescenta Highlands, California.

Chuck Gets Smart

One thing that really irritated Colonel John Casey was the incessant wining of the newly anointed Agent Charles Bartowski, however after his last mission of burning an asset he had started to take notice of his abilities as a "Special" agent or as in the case of Chuck, special meant special needs. Slowly he read over the case file before him, the file of a retired agent from an old cold war relic of an agency that was closed after the fall of communism. This agent seemed to be as much of idiot as the moron who works with him. Countless failed missions yet if it wasn't for the woman whom had worked with him he would have been killed many times over.

With a sour growl he threw the folder onto the table, yet with a slight smile on his face he looked back at the folder with a slight glint in his eye he looked back to the secured cells and yelled.

"You can come out now, I have a little extra credit assignment for you"

With a loud crash the young agent walked out of the cells with a slight bruise on his left jaw from a training fight between them, the only problem was Casey took the exercise a little too far, rubbing his jaw Chuck sat on the chair next to him. With his usual glazed over look he attempted to make eye contact with the Colonel in some hope to intimidate him; clearly it wasn't working.

"I got a little job for you. I want you too find this man… a former U.S Agent code named 86. Your job is to find him, and bring him in, his last known location was a small house in the Crescenta Highlands, the address is in the file. He was supposed to check in every six months, he is two months over with his check in. Beckman was going to give it too me, but I think this is the perfect job for you"

With a slight smile he picked up the folder and thumbed threw the file, his second solo mission, although a simple secure and retrieve, he gladly excepted the assignment, the address was around 20 miles away, something that could only take awhile for the Nerd Herd car. However he gladly excepted none the less, after all a secure and retrieve what could go wrong?

With the stealthy approach of all his training he slipped out of 'The Castle' and made his way across the buy more shop floor, as he got too the doors he heard the voice of his friend and new boss Morgan.

"Sorry Morgan, no time to chat, I got yet another boring install!"

"Another one? I'm beginning to think not a single person in California can set up a TV… when did the call come threw?"

"UMM, not long ago, Casey took the call"

"Casey? John Casey? I thought it was his day off?"

"Yeah, he ahh, forgot something, the phone was ringing and he was… nearby. You know what the guys like. He loves this job"

"Really? I always thought he hated it"

"No, actually he told me… damn I can't keep a secret from you ol' buddy. He was buying a new plasma for Big Mike's office"

"Really?"

"Yeah you know his birthday's coming up and he wanted to do something nice for the guy, he make sure you don't tell him, he wants it to be a secret"

"Lips are sealed buddy, listen when you get back, I want you to drop buy, I got something too tell you"

"Give me a few hours"

With a slight nod Chuck left the Buy More and entered his car, smiling too himself he left the retail park for his next mission. Quickly he found himself driving onto Foothill Boulevard and turned north onto Lauderdale Avenue until he finally reached Los Amigos Street, with a slight smile to himself he chuckled at the name of the street, 'How ironic' he thought 'Looking for a former agent on Los Amigos Street, they might as well place a sign saying ATTENTION BAD GUYS, FORMER US SECRET AGENT LIVES HERE! He drove down the long street until he reached the address. The first thing he noticed was an eight foot wire mesh fence around the property with both razor and barbed wire across the top. The gate into the yard was on the corner of the wire, slowly he exited his vehicle and walked to the gate, with a slight smile he pushed open the gate and entered, with a short walk to the door he smiled and knocked harshly.

He heard shuffling and a dog barking behind the door as opened to reveal the face of an old man wearing a bath robe and pink furry slippers.

"Can I help you son?"

"My name is Chuck Bartowski, I'm looking for 86"

"This is number 86, do I know you?"

"Can I come in sir?"

"I'm sorry son, but I don't know you, if you do not leave I will call the police"

"Sir I"

Quickly the door slammed shut in his face forcing him too step back for a moment, with a slight sigh he knocked once more, again the door opened as the old man stood facing him, this time with a small revolver in his hand. Chuck's eyes widened as he looked at the weapon before him. Thinking on his feet he spoke quickly.

"I'm looking for Maxwell Smart, born 11-30 1930, former agent with an organisation known as Control. Considered to be spy of the year three times running from 1965 to 67, cover identity a greeting card salesman for the Potomac Greeting Card Company…"

Shocked at the young man before him speaking such classified secrets he aimed the gun between his eyes as he carried on. Nervously Chuck continued.

"Ohh my god! His code name was Agent 86, partner and wife was Agent 99..."

Slowly the man lowered his gun as Chuck continued.

"… And your hero was Herbert Gaffer A.K.A Agent 4 you even had a dog named Fang. I was sent by"

"Chaos?"

"What who? No sir, I'm an Agent with the C.I.A under General Beckman and what is Chaos?"

"Forgive me son, Please come in"

The door opened just enough for him to enter the house. A Comfortable home, although the decoration leaves little to be desired, shuffling uncomfortably the old man walked to an old chair and sat down as Chuck entered the living room, photos scattered the walls of a younger man and woman. For a moment Chuck's eyes raised into his skull as images flooded his mind, curiously the old man watched with interest and concern as his face twitched quickly. As fast as it had started it ended as Chuck looked at the old man with awe,

"You are 86!"

"Are you feeling okay son? Do you want a glass of water?"

"I'm fine Sir!"

"Why are you here Chuck Bartowski Agent with the C.I.A?"

"You missed your last check in, I've been ordered to escort you too a secured location sir"

"I am going no where son, but too bed, and you are leaving"

"No sir, I am taking you in!"

With a slight smile he stood from his chair and quickly made his way to the door, following hot on heels was Chuck.

"Sir! I have my orders, you can either walk, or be carried. It's your choice!"

Images of martial arts began to flow threw Chuck's mind as he stood ready to take the old man down a peg or two. Before his mind had cleared a sharp pain rang in his jaw as the old punched him hard sending him too the floor, with the precision of a gymnast expert he swung his legs around and stood up as another punch sent him back down, with a slight nod he smiled and thought 'The hard way it is'

Fists and feet flew in a frenzy like an old Kung Fu movie as the fought in the hall way, each strike was effectively pushed away by it's intended target as they fought. Chuck was impressed by the sheer speed, accuracy and agility of the 80 year old man before him as yet another punch hit him in the chest, his usual glazed over look now became one of intent, this man, somehow his equal had to go down. He stepped back as once more images of wrestling flooded his mind, quickly he pounced on his opponent and held him down on top of him facing the roof as he wrapped his arms and legs around the man. Now his voice changed, somehow deeper and with more danger.

"You're good, but you're coming with me… I'd prefer it if you'd walk sir, but I WILL carry you out!"

Wheezing the old man let his body go limp in submission as he was just able too muster up a slight nod as Chuck let him go. Smiling between breaths the old man winked slightly as he took off his robe revealing a neatly pressed brown jacket and trousers, Shocked Chuck looked at the man as he kicked off his pink slippers to reveal perfectly polished brown shoes.

"What the…"

"I was expecting you Mr Bartowski, you can thank a woman named…"

"Sara Walker, General Beckman?"

"Who no… She called herself Ringer"

Chuck's eyes widened as he ran too the door and pulled back the net curtain in time too see his Nerd Herder explode, Chuck grabbed the old man's arm an pushed him too the wall as the glass on the door shattered before them.

"Ohh Crap! Do you have a phone?"

Smiling the old man nodded as he slipped off his shoe and handed it too a puzzled Chuck, with a sigh he peeled back the heel to reveal an old rotary phone. Laughing slightly Chuck dialled his home base, The Castle. A rather amused John Casey answered.

"Well Chuckles, how goes the assignment?

"Some one blew up my car! Casey… The ring is here"