The Intersect Project, a.k.a. Project Bartowski. One of the most successful ops in history. Now, the Intersect ran an anti-cyber terrorism agency. The project abandoned, but Chuck still alive. The new team had accidentally stumbled upon it hacking the CIA database. They wanted to be spies. A dream that most would consider unrealistic. But, nothing is unrealistic in Burbank, California. This is the story of the new Intersect. It all began like this.
Breaking into a CIA base. Not bad for a nobody, Chloe thought to herself, as she heard the silence surround her. She closed her eyes for a second, and imagined her new future. With the Intersect, she wouldn't be just some loser high school girl. She'd be the most valuable asset to the CIA. She stared at the computer screen in front of her, victory in her heart. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her shoulder and whirled her around, her dirty blond pony tail bouncing. She gasped, and put her hand on her gun before she realized who loomed in front of her.
"Oh, thank god it's just you, moron," she said, staring into the strong face of her partner, Rory. He had planned this all out. She owed him big time. Without him, she never would have achieved this. His face wasn't in his usual goofy grin. "Wait, what is it?" Her expression dropped instantly.
"Kylie accidentally triggered the alarm. You got maybe five minutes to download this thing before we got to scram!" he urged her. Chloe freaked out instantly. Fear making her nervous. What if she didn't make it out? What if she died? Not enough time! She pressed the gray enter button on the keyboard in front of her, and was instantly exposed to a rush of random images containing top secret information. The teenager didn't know how much time had passed since she hit the key when she snapped out of it. All she knew is that agents, dressed in bullet proof jackets, wielding large guns burst through the door with a clatter. Adrenaline pulsed through her veins as the karate file flashed in her brain. But, before she got to use her skills, a loud bang went off.
Chloe woke up with a gasp from the horrible nightmare. "RORY!" she screamed out as her eyes opened to a bright, sunny morning that cast rays of sunshine through her windows. An ironic lighting. Sweat dripped down from her face, and she panted for breath. The scene continued in her head. The bullet flying straight through the chest of Rory, and flying out the other side with a disgusting explosion of red. She wished she had never downloaded the Intersect. It was ruining her life. Rory died because of it. She hated this thing, but she knew she needed it. Without, the CIA would surely hunt her down and kill her. Her door burst open and she was immediately wrapped in a loving embrace.
She coughed, feeling the air struggle to get to her lungs. "You're choking me," she groaned. Her pretty, black-haired best friend let her go. She sucked in air desperately, acting as though as she almost died. She shoved her playfully, a desperate attempt to get things back to how they were before. Kylie's full lips formed a smile, revealing pearly white teeth.
"Nightmares again?" she asked, sensing what was wrong. Her deep chocolate-colored eyes were filled with concern. After all, she and Chloe were practically sisters. They grew up together, friends since kindergarten.
"Yeah, buddy," the fifteen-year-old answered, getting up out of bed, and walking sleepily to her closet. Her body moved like a zombie, uncoordinated and slow. She opened up her closet doors. "It's just unreal, ya know? It's like every day I wake up, and go to text him and then I realize, 'Oh, dang, he got shot saving my beautiful butt.'"
"I know what will cheer you up," she said, kneeling down on the black carpet floor, and reaching under Chloe's bed, and grabbing out what looked like a movie case. She held it up, smile stretching from ear to ear. "I got you Fallout: 3 and all of the add-ons. This should keep you busy for another month."
Chloe paused for a moment. She had an idea of something she wanted to do, but she knew Kylie wouldn't approve. "I got another idea," she told her, an edge of discomfort in her voice. She knew this was something she had to do, no matter how she felt about it. Kylie's head perked up, and she eyed her with curiosity. "I want to go see Chuck Bartowski."
Kylie plugged her ears with her fingers. "La la la la la la. I can't hear you. La la la la la la." Seriously! Grow up! she thought angrily.
"This goddamn Intersect is annoying me. Every time I watch a horror movie, I flash karate. In case you haven't noticed, I've busted not just one, but two TVs! Two! I paid for them and I don't want to break a third. I need to learn how to control it," she argued, grabbing a pair of skinny jeans and a gray sweatshirt from her closet. "I'm going whether you want me, too or not." She stormed out of the room angrily, and... flashed. She burst back in, dangerous and cold.
It was a blur of karate moves to the face, until Kylie ended up unconscious on the floor. No! What did I do? she asked herself, sobbing softly. She would never, ever hit her best friend. Ever. She had to learn how to keep the Intersect from hurting her anymore. She sat at her knees at her side, tears rushing down her cheeks and landing with small splashes on her floor below. She pushed herself up sadly, and ran into the bathroom as fast as she could. She needed to see Chuck now more than ever.
She watched her reflection in the mirror, her blue eyes, scanning over every detail. The small, two-millimeter long scar above her lip to the red zit that had appeared on her forehead. She combed through hair until it looked half-decent. She brushed her teeth, put on some socks, and walked outside into the hall. She was a bit angry that Kylie hadn't believed her. If she had maybe the whole flashing thing wouldn't have happened. Why couldn't anyone ever agree with her on anything? Almost everything she did was a horrible plan. Heck, she was amazed she had convinced Kylie to help her out with downloading the Intersect. Rory. Rory was different. He had faith in her. He always believed in her. He would completely agree with her on meeting the original. It seemed like a great idea. But, maybe she was crazy. Seemed perfectly logical. She stepped outside, the warm sun on her skin. She soaked it all in, the happiness and positivity that came from the light. Her only vehicle was a black bicycle, but thankfully the Buy More wasn't too far away.
Chloe got on, pedaling as fast as she could. She took off like rocket, shooting down the side of the road like a jet. Wind blew through her hair , keeping it out of her face. She continued at her accelerated speed until, she got a hid. Her legs soon wanted to give out on her with a soreness. Push through the pain, she told herself, face and underarms growing moist. She panted as her lungs caught fire. In the distance, she could see the green and yellow Buy More sign. When she finally got there tossed the bike on the ground, a clang as the metal hit of the hard cement.
She entered, and saw an Indian employee with a feminine haircut. She approached him, exhausted. "I'm looking for Charles Bartowski. Goes by Chuck."
He chuckled at her. "Listen, kid. Go find your mommy, and then I'll help you. But, for now scram." What a douche! She glared at him for no longer a second, resisting the flash that threatened to expose her secret to everyone.
Chloe game him her award-winning hate smile. She read his name tag. Lester Pattel. This Lester guy was getting on her nerves, and with her violent nature towards strangers, that was not a good idea. "You're going to help me, or else." Threats, a sure sign that the rage was building up inside her.
"Or else what?" Lester asked. Seriously. It would take like five minutes to find him at the most. What the hell is his problem?
She threatened, "Or else I rip out your tongue and feed it to a piranha." He opened his mouth to reply, but the manager, a small man with a beard, came over and stopped a particularly nasty event.
"Excuse Lester; he's an idiot," he informed her. That's when Chloe finally flashed. Morgan Grimes. Also had the Intersect for a period, but he started to lose his memories, and had to have the Intersect removed. Best friend of Chuck. He would know where the Intersect was. "How can I help?"
"Where the hell is Chuck, Morgan?" she asked him, getting straight to business. She needed help. This Intersect was ruining her life. She needed to learn to control it. She almost went all ninja on that Lester guy and she couldn't take it any more.
"I'm sure I can help you with whatever it is you need," Morgan said, and Chloe could see his nervousness. He tried to hide it, but it was plain in sight. She could have made it out from a mile away. He pretended like she wasn't talking about spy things. His tactics would work if maybe he was a bit of a better liar.
She replied, "I have a very special computer called an Intersect. I've been experiencing problems with it lately and I think Chuck could help." She worded it so that civilian employee would have no clue what they were talking about.
"I'm sorry, but he's not here right now. Maybe if you want to come back later," he said, voice squeaking a bit.
Chloe said, "Show me where Chuck is before I go all Karate Kid on your ass." He gulped.
"Right this way," he said, knowing he had been defeated. She felt some of the built up emotions inside her alleviate. He lead her into the employee break room, where he opened a secret door behind the lockers. She flashed. Castle. Ex-headquarters for Operation Bartowski. Now serves as base for Carmichael Industries. She followed him down stairs, and heard the door close behind her.
They walked down the hall, past room after room. She admired the beauty of the place. Everything had bluish lighting that just made everything look pretty. Soon, they were in the main room. A blond haired woman sat beside a curly-haired man, both facing the front. They laughed about something and Chloe cleared her throat loudly.
They turned around and Chloe flashed. Sarah Walker and Charles 'Chuck' Bartowski. "Chuck, Sarah, nice to meet you."
"Morgan, who is this?" Sarah asked, looking from him back to her.
"Listen, homies. I downloaded the Intersect two weeks ago and I haven't been able to control when I flash. I figured since you guys had to deal with this chiz, you could help me out," Chloe said. "My name is Chloe Hart by the way." Sarah and Chuck exchanged a glance.
"I don't know, Chuck," she told him.
Her response seemed to stun Chuck. "She's just a kid, Sarah. We have to help her." he said. Chloe glanced over at the computer monitors with the surveillance. A man was entering the building, arm with a gun. While Sarah and Chuck argued, Chloe grabbed a Desert Eagle off of the table. She checked the clip, making sure it was full.
"What are you doing?" Chuck exclaimed.
"We've got an intruder," Chloe replied.