This story is what would happen if Chuck refused to complete his red test.
"Chuck I need you to remain calm. I want you to trust me."
"Why? Are you planning to surprise me with something, Is that what this is?"
"Argh, something like that. Your mission isn't over".
She handed Chuck a blue bubble-wrap envelope. Chuck opens and pulls out a picture of a man.
"The man in the photo is the man you ID'd last night. He's a traitor and continues to put civilians and agents at risk. We have arranged for you to meet him here in five minutes time. He knows your CIA and he will be cautious and try to maintain his cover."
She pushed forward a napkin with something concealed inside it. Chuck looks at it suspiciously and opens to reveal a pistol.
"The final part of your mission is to kill him!"
"Are you being serious right now? Are you kidding me?" He states in rising alarm. "You want me to kill him here? Now? I can't do that!"
"Then you won't become a spy!"
He gulps a million thoughts race through his head "Then we couldn't…."
"No. Probably not" she broke eye contact and looked down
He stares down at the table. "Shit" he muttered. He raises his eyes to hers but she was still looking at the table. "Jill was right! They change everyone. NSA, CIA, The Ring, they're all tarred with the same brush!"
That comment got her to look up, he had mention that damn woman's name. Sarah stared at him, not that he noticed since he had stood up and turned away from the table, accidently moving the napkin to reveal to pistol and walk away
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"Chuck" she calls slightly distressed, but he ignored her. Moving quickly he left the diner and accidently knocked a man in a blue suit with his arm. The man was hit in the solar plexus and he buckled over. Sarah get out of her seat and takes after Chuck, only to stop at the bent over man. She recognizes him as Perry, the mark. This distraction meant that she lost sight of Chuck who has been moving quickly that he has left the foyer. When she looked back again he was gone, out of sight and possibly her life. Chuck removed his GPS tracking CIA issued watch and threw it in a litter bin.
Sarah hears the sound of guns clicking; she looks at the sound to see two police officers with their guns drawn pointing at her. She notices one of the officers has the napkin and pistol in his hand. She has to decide whether to fight or submit, and then she sees more officers coming at her so she raises her hands. "You will come with us, you're under arrest. We want to ask you a few questions!" She is lead away only to notice Perry has slinked off in a different direction.
By the time Chuck has reached his Nerd Herder, he felt like he has steam coming out his ears. He was furious with Sarah, how could she do that to him? He had trusted her and now she's dropped a ton of bricks at a great height on top of him. Bitch, fucking bitch. He takes off his jacket and threw it onto the passenger's seat. He got behind the wheel, he bangs the steering column with his fists, and then he hears the Police sirens approaching the railway station. The herder is too conspicuous; he will have to wait as to not arouse suspicions. He pulled the seat level and reclined the driver seat so he was out of view, he could see the flashing lights repeatedly lighting up his passenger compartment. He was breaking into a sweat as he pressed himself lower into the driver's seat, all the time he was trying to remain at a certain level of calmness and fight off the urge to panic.
The sirens arrive at the station; Chuck waits a few minutes until they leave before starting his Herder and driving away.
Chuck returned to his apartment, Morgan isn't home, luckily Morgan was rostered to lock up the Buy More for the night. Chuck headed straight to his room and decided to change into something way less formal than the suit he was wearing. , track suit pants and a hoody. He knew he wasn't thinking straight as he reached under his bed for the shoebox with all the CIA issued passports. He put the box on his bed and opened the lid and sorted through the contents of the box. Putting the passports to one side he attempts to sort out the different foreign currencies, After a few minutes he realized that it was all small amounts , just a few bill and coins, barely enough for a coffee at the airport. He was still angry about tonight, he stuffed the passports and the money back into the shoebox then kicked it forcefully back under the bed.
Leaving his bedroom he noticed Morgan's 15 speed in the hallway, he stopped to look at it and decided it was perfect. Untrackable.
He wrote Morgan a note. Borrowed your bike, please return the Herder. C.
Chuck took the bike outside and rode off into the night.
Inside a holding cell in the Central Police station a very attractive blond in a purple blouse sits uncomfortably on a bench waiting for her supervisor to collect her.