Hello World! Here I come! This is my first fanfic so be kind or just hide your hate or be positively critical or just do what you intend to! Hope you like!
John slunk forward not needing to see to know where he was. He was very familiar with the house, having memorized the floor plans. His breath was light and you could barely hear the exhale and inhale. He tightened his grip on the gun when he heard Chucks voice. He rounded the corner and saw a dinner spread on the table. Chuck stood a few feet away from it fretting over something.
"Dear Walker and Casey- no it sounds to formal" Chuck cleared his throat and tried again. John felt a stab of pain in his heart. Hearing Chuck made his usually steadfast resolve waver. He didn't want to kill Chuck. The majors words came back to him
-"People will torture him and his family, he served his his country well and will be proud to die for it"-
Pictures of a bloody tortured Chuck entered his head. Chuck didn't deserve that but he didn't deserve death either. Chucks voice cut into his thoughts.
"You guys have been great, no wonderful, I want to thank you. I want to thank you. If I had money I would give it to you, if I had talent I would use it for you but I don't. So I am offering all I can give. If you ever need me I'll be there. I would do anything for you guys.-Yeah that's good, I can say that"
Chuck's unsure voice sounded so vulnerable. Chuck had always been willing, always ready to help them. A memory flashed back to John. A gun fight in some old warehouse. A guy had been about to shoot him when Chuck had tackled John to the ground taking the bullet for Casey. John pulled himself from the memory and turned toward his task. He aimed and fired.
Duh! Duh! Duuuuuh!