I was so sad that Chuck ended that I decided to write my own fanfic, I apologise to those reading my other works, I just started colloge and have a lot of homework. But this was calling to me, so here you go!
I don't own Chuck, that goes to NBC, Subway, Warner Bros., Chris Fedak, and Josh Schwartz, enjoy
Chapter 1:
Sam looked down at the gun strapped to her thigh, "this is not at all weird, is it?" She adjusted her dress, making sure that there were no odd bulges. "I mean taking a gun to a routine pick-up." She slid a couple of knives into her elaborate up-doo, arranging her brown hair to hide the metalic sheen.
The short Asian woman next to her shook her head, "Not really, on my first mission I took enough firepower, to kill a Saudi Arabian Sheik, ended up looking like a total newbie. You are very tasteful, in comparison."
The taller brown haired lady next to her dissagreed," Yeah, way to much firepower, you are going to end up dropping it all, or not being able to run in it. What is with the goverment training spys as young as you anyway? I mean you can't be over 18. What happens when you cant get into a consulate dinner, because you are to young."
"Excuse me, analist, shut up." The Asian whipped her long hair around. "Her youth gives the appearance of vulnerability, keeps the perps guessing. Right, Agent Jones?"
Sam nodded," That's what they said when they recruted me. Said I looked inocent, right before I kicked the crap out of one of their best agents. He walked funny for a week." She smiled.
There was a beep, and all the girls looked up to the numerous screens on the walls, a short red-head appeared on the monitor, three stars adorned her shoulders, and medals covered her left side. "Ladies, I didn't bring you here to let you talk about Agent Jones' age. I brought you here to breif you on your mission. The new Covert Attact Team had better get their act together, before I reassign all of you. Is that clear?"
"Yes, General Beckman," came the resounding cry.
"Alright then, your covers are as follows, Anna Lee, you will be the hand-to-hand combat specialist. Hannah Jones, will be the Computer Technician, and aunt of our last team member, Samantha Jones, Tactical opperations. The pick-up will be in Burbank at 1300 hours, you will go to..."
"Let me guess," they all said in unison," Buy More." Then looked at each other in shock.
"Indeed, Beckman out." She dissappeared from the screens, as they all looked at each other in shock.
The woman looked at each other, "So," Hannah said, "Lets play a game, top two people in your non-spy life that you think would not be spys, and top two people you think would be."
"I'm game," Sam replied.
"Same," Anna said.
"I'll go first," Sam looked around to see who said that, then relised that it was her. Shocked at her breach of her normal behavior she decided to go with her gut. "Top two non-spys are probably, my dad. He is kind of a loser, computer geek kind of guy. The second would be, my uncle, well he is not really my uncle, but my dad and him have been freinds since kindergarden. The Top two most likely to be spys are, my mom, and my other non-related uncle, John. Cause they are both scary when they are mad."
"Alright, my turn, my parents, are the least likely to be spys," Hannah said, "And probably two creepy stalkers that I used to work with." She shrugged, "I don't know really. I haven't met many people that imediatly scream, spy, to me."
"Okay," Anna blushed," Least likely to be a spy, is one of my ex-boyfriends, he wanted to be a Bennihanna cheif, and didn't make the cut. I was in my spy trainning in Hawaii at the time, and couldn't go back to LA with him, by the time I finished and went back, he brushed me off. Second place goes to my suppervisor, where I worked last. He was kind of an underacheiver. Top maybe spys in my life, one of my other ex-boyfriends, Jason Wang, and one of my co-workers a long time ago. He was really scary, but I could have taken him in a fight. Suit up, we leave in five."