Don't own Chuck
Previous Chuck stories and order: 1 Chuck vs Charles, 2 Chuck vs the Love Boat, 3 Chuck vs The Rock, 4 Chuck vs Amtrak, 5 Chuck vs The Dictator, 6 Chuck vs The Name, 7 Chuck vs The Volcano, 8 Chuck vs The Ghost, 9 Chuck vs The Shooter, 10 Chuck vs The Package, 11 Chuck vs The Jade Dragon, 12 Chuck vs Jai-Alai, 13 Chuck vs The Greek, 14 Chuck vs The Suitcase, 15 Chuck vs The Pirate, 16 Chuck vs The Toy Maker, 17 Chuck vs The Sibyl, 18 Chuck vs The House, 19 Chuck vs The Heist, 20 Chuck vs The A-Bomb, 21 Chuck vs The Snowman, 22 Chuck vs The Tin Man, 23 Chuck vs The Baguette, 24 Chuck vs The Black Knight, 25 Chuck vs The Merchant of Venice, 26 Chuck vs Electric Sheep, 27 Chuck vs The Band, 28 Chuck vs The Cold, 29 Chuck vs A Horse With No Name, 30 Chuck vs A Bolt In The Blue, 31 Chuck vs Brick and Mortar, 32 Chuck vs Juri Sheshenkov, 33 Chuck vs The Couch, 34 Chuck vs The Hijack, 35 Chuck vs El Capitan, 36 Chuck vs The Wall, 37 Chuck vs The Outback, 38 Chuck vs The Evil Twin, 39 Chuck vs Golden Thumb, 40 Chuck vs Ben Franklin, 41 Chuck vs The Lady of Uruk, 42 Chuck vs The Beard, 43 Chuck vs Bunny
Alicia walked back into the terminal avoiding the security cameras. Going into the first restroom she can to getting rid of her wig and scarf then turned her jacket inside out. Afterwards she redid her makeup changing out her lipstick. It wasn't much but enough to throw facial recognition off. Once she was satisfied with her appearance she left heading for the parking garage.
"Mission accomplished," she wrote on a quick text as she entered the garage. She took the lift up to the third floor on the way up she wished she could take out the idiot who programed the music in it. Once on her floor she hurried over to her car but getting in she found an envelope on the driver's seat. Picking it up her phone rang.
"I assume this envelope is from you," she said answering it. "There isn't a bomb or anything in it is there? Because that would ruin a swell day I've got going."
"Just open the envelope and stop being the drama queen. If I wanted you taken out you'd already be dead. But you're lucky I've got a place for you in my heart."
"As black as it is," said Alicia as she opened it carefully. Inside she found a new passport, ID, credit cards and an airline tickets first class to Saint Petersburg. "I take it my next target is in Russia. You know I don't have a thing to wear."
"That's why you've got the credit cards. You've got reservations in your new name at the Four Seasons Lion Palace Hotel at 1, Voznesenskiy Prospekt near the Admiralteyskaya metro stop..." check in there and you'll receive further instruction."
"I know where that's at but you know I don't operate like this. I need more information before hopping on a plane and flying around the world."
"You lost that option when you blew your cover and botched your mission. You didn't think I'd forget about that did you Alice."
"That wasn't my fault I can't help it if my asset grew a conscience and you are as much at fault with that as I am."
"I expect you to control your asset but you're wasting time. Your flight leaves in two hours and I expect you to be on it." With that the line dropped and she was left with the dial tone.
"Crap looks like I'm going to Russia," said Alicia as she looked over her new cover. "Okay who am I now, Silvia Forest from Louisville, Kentucky. She kept repeating the name over and over in her head as she moved her car into long term parking. Then she grabbed her go bag and made her way through check-in and security. She didn't have much time so she worked from the departure gate.
"What do we know about Silvia," she said to herself. She used her tablet to search herself on Facebook. "I'm Russian by birth and was married to a Paul but now divorced. No children thank goodness they didn't have to go through the divorce. It's hard on kids."
"I do the same thing," said a woman next to her. "I update my Facebook status while I sit waiting for flights. I couldn't help notice you're recently divorced so am I. You did better than I did I posted all the pictures I got of my ex with his… let's call them friends and you know what I got for my effort?"
"I'm sorry but…" said Silvia trying to get away from the talkative woman. But the woman heard only what she wanted to hear.
"I know right but what happens I'm the one who got the restraining order and had to take the photos down from my site. It's like I told him to do what he did."
"Right, isn't it such an injustice well I've got to go they're calling my flight," said Silvia as she got up thinking she was free at last.
"Oh I'm on this flight too. I wonder if we talk to the hostess maybe we can get seats together. Wouldn't you like that? That way we can keep each other company the whole way there."
"Yes just peachy… but you know I'm in first…" Silvia started to say class but her new friend thought about that too.
"What a coincidence so am I just look at that we were meant to be together. This trip was a present I gave myself after my divorce was finalized. You want to bet were already roomies."
"Sharing seats next to each other can hardly be called roomies," said Silvia but she was afraid to check because the way things were going she didn't like her odds.
"Oh you know what I mean besides it's about the same. Come on let me see your boarding pass," said the woman. "Oh shoot you're in the row behind me. Well that doesn't matter I can always turn around and we talk."
"Yes you can but I'm tired and when we get up I'd really like to go to sleep. Besides I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself turning around like that in the seat. It could give you a stiff neck."
"Now look at you thinking about what's good for me. My husband never really cared about my best interest. No with him it was all take, take, take."
"Please have your boarding passes and passports ready," said a flight attendant as they started boarding the First Class passengers. Silvia and her new friend walked up to the man. He took Silvia's boarding pass then passport he looked at both then sent her on.
"Boarding pass and passport please," said the man to Silvia's new friend. Instinct told her to make a break for it and get to her seat. She started to leave but her friend called to her.
"Yes go on and see if we can't be moved together. I'm right behind you roomie," yelled the woman. Everyone turned to look at them.
"Excuse me ma'am but boarding pass and passport please. You're holding up the line and we can't take off until everyone is on board."
"Don't get your panties in a bunch," said the woman as she handed him both items. He took the stub from her boarding pass then handed everything back.
"Thank you Ms. Jasmine Jones I hope you have a good flight today and I hope you enjoy flying with us," said the attendant as Jasmine hurried off looking for Silvia.
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The mission was done and the Goyas were on their way back home with their son. The unrest that had boiled over in the street had subsided and once again Costa Gravas returned to being a lovely little quaint Latin American country with a sultry climate. Gwen had counselled against taking little Alejandro back to Costa Gravas by plane because of possible problems with his ears. However, there was little either of his parents could do to avoid it. Chuck and Sarah had other options.
"The way I see it we've got two choices," said Chuck as he looked over a map of the Western part of the United States. "We can take the train again or rent a camper something like a Winnebago and drive home."
"I don't mind the idea of driving home but are you sure you can manage it? You're the one who's going to end up doing most of the driving," said Sarah as she held baby Bunny in her hands and Sam looked over the map.
"Oh Dude that will be such an awesome trip," said Captain Awesome. "That would be so cool and educational for Sam. Honey next time we go visit Chuck and Sarah we should do the same thing."
"Yeah right after a double shift in the ER or an eighteen hour surgery. We don't have any infant children to worry about so this gal's going to fly so she can use that extra time on the beach. Have you guys decided when you plan on heading out? Everything here has gone back to normal if normal's a word that can be used to describe what you guys do."
"In a few days first we're going to get Alex and Morgan off with John. They're going to fly back in the Lear. Then after that we're going to hang around and inspect the new team the General's sending in. After all that's done then we can actually get serious about leaving. I like the idea of driving back and Devon's right this would be a good educational opportunity for Sam."
"Look out coz when adults start batting out the word 'educational' that usually means you're going to be bored out of your gourd. Believe me I know from experience."
"How can you say that?" said Devon as he put his hands on his hips looking at Clara. "You used to like it when we took you to museums and concerts."
"Music written by dead people who used to play a minuet when they wanted to get down and the Museums… either they are filled with old dusty things or I have to look at the card next to the work to know what it is. You know something is wrong when they have to look on the back to see which way the arrow is pointing to know which way is up."
"Clara, I don't know what's gotten into you but I bet it has something to do with your friends in school. You need to rise above peer pressure. Just because your friends jump off a bridge doesn't mean you have to follow them."
"My friends don't make art with pooh and pass it off as a master piece but then again it is a piece… a big piece of…"
"Clara Woodcomb, watch your mouth around your little cousin," said Ellie. "I swear you're getting worse by the day. Maybe we should put you in a nice military academy. Some place where you could learn a little discipline."
"Sure Ellie like we're going to believe that one," said Chuck. "You realize those academies also teach the use of firearms and go target practising."
"Well I'll give her a note excusing her. She can do something else constructive like basket weaving or skeet making," said Ellie. Everyone gave her a look. "What someone has to make them before they throw them in the air."
"Skeet is the sport where they throw clay pigeons in the air to shoot at with a shotgun. The man stands ready with his shotgun then he yells pull and a pigeon is thrown the air for him to shoot at."
"Why do they have to be called pigeons? Something just isn't right. You know how I feel about shooting innocent little animals."
"Then why are we talking about military academies," said Chuck. "In a few years you can get her a job as a candy stripper in the hospital and change out bedpans." Clara gave him an evil look.
"Chuck, Sweetie, but don't look now but you've gone down on the favorite uncle index," said Sarah. "You should probably stop while your name is still on the index." Everyone laughed except Clara and Sam. Sam didn't understand because she couldn't see what the problem was in being a candy stripper.
"Excuse me, that's an option? Why didn't someone tell me about this before," said Sam. "How old do you have to be and where do you sign up?"
"You've got a few years before you can even think about it," said Chuck. "But when the time comes and if you haven't changed your mind I don't see why you can't as long as your mother agrees. So I think we've decided we're going to drive back. I'll look into renting a camper then getting it stocked for the return trip. That having been decided now the question is what do we want for supper."
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A cold wind howled outside a small hotel in Saint Petersburg inside the only two guests sat huddled together at the dinner table waiting for their evening meal. After a long wait and watching their breath hang in the air Jeff and Lester finally got their meal. An old woman hobbled in the dining room from the kitchen carrying a tray in one hand and a cane in the other.
"Your supper is served," she said as she dropped the tray on the table. "Eat up," said the woman as they stared into their bowls of borscht.
"Borscht again," said Lester. "Lady we've been eating borscht for lunch and dinner since we got here don't you people eat anything else?"
"We do. You don't. I'm still waiting for the month's rent you promised me last month. If you don't come up with something soon I'm going to hawk your clothes and put you out in the street naked. I thought you were supposed to be some sort of hotshot music group that was loved by both men and women. The only thing that loves you is… well nothing even the rats run away."
"You people should appreciate our music. We sing about the plight of the little man under the wheel of oppression by a capitalist society."
"That's old Russia this is new Russia and it takes money to buy food like the beets that went into making that borscht. Your friend isn't complaining."
"What?" said Lester as he looked over at Jeff who had just finished his bowl and wiped the inside down with bread to get every last drop."
"You keep that up and I'll cycle all my dirty dishes through you so you can clean them," said the old woman as she admired how spotless the bowl was.
"Jeff, you're making me look bad here. How could you eat that? I thought we agreed to complain to get something different."
"I'm sorry I forgot and besides I was hungry. You know it's actually not that bad. Lester, do you mind if I eat yours if you're not going to?"
"No you can't eat mine and thanks to you I'm going to have to eat this even if I don't want to," said Lester as he made a face and started spooning it down. "Phew yuck okay here I can't take it anymore. I guess I could go out and eat some snow later to tide me over."
"You can really do that? Is that like some sort of secret because I don't see any Russians out eating it? How does it taste and are there a lot of calories? I've to watch my weight."
"Watch your weight… are there a lot of calories. Sometimes you amaze me," said Lester as he just shook his head. "Okay the old hag is gone. I talked with our guy today and he hooked us up with a gig but we're going to have to leave tomorrow to get there."
"Good is there an advance so we can pay for our room here? Or are we going to have to settle up with grandma when we get back?"
"No there's no advance and there's a little profit enough to get us out of this wasteland and back home but not much more. Our man told us we have to leave because our visas are expiring and if they catch us in country they'll ship us off to… well someplace like this but without music."
"Wow without music that's like snow without white," said Jeff as Lester just gave him a look. "What's wrong with you?"
"Some days I'm sure you went to school on the short bus. Anyway we need to get to the train station take a train to Moscow then catch a connection to a place called Yakutsk. He said that it was supposed to be a lovely resort town and get this he's reserved us rooms in a five star hotel. That's right five star I bet they don't serve borscht there."
"So what's the gig," said Jeff as he finished off Lester's bowl of borscht cleaning the bowl like he had done his before.
"They're organizing some sort of rave with different groups and they want us there as an internationally acclaimed foreign band."
"That would be us won't it," said Jeff as the old woman came back to pick up the plates as she was taking them away. Jeff pointed at a picture on the wall. "Who is that?"
"That's my poor departed husband rest his wretched soul," said the woman as she made the sign of the cross. "Blackest heart I've ever had the misfortune of meeting. Yes we were a match made in heaven. Not like you two."
"What are you talking about we're not a couple… we'll we are a couple in the musical sense but we're not a couple, couple if you know what I mean."
"Yes I know exactly what you mean. I believe the flavour is tutti-frutti," said the old woman as she walked away.
"It's Alzheimer's," said Lester as he shook his head. "Every evening the same question and the same answer just so I can lift the bottle of vodka he keeps in her skirt pocket. Come on let's go to our room and pack. We can sneak out when grandma goes to bed."
"Tell me more about this big gig," said Jeff as they went to their room. Lester took him inside then he poured then both a drink.
"Drink up first then we'll talk. You know the one thing I like about this room are the nice mugs they left for us in the bedside tables."
"Yeah they really hold a lot. They keep you from have to always refilling them before you get a good head buzz. So tell me more about this gig."
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Beckman flew back to Dulles to go back to Langley. On the way the Major was on the horn with Connie to make sure there was a car waiting for them and Roan was notified that Diane was coming home so he could clear his schedule. The General's plane touched down a few minutes later then taxied over to their hangar. Inside was a black Escalade waiting for them with Roan inside.
"Roan, it's nice to be finally home. I hope you made reservations at our favorite restaurant, Chez Roan," said Diane as she climbed in the back.
"Here drink this," said Roan as he handed her a Scotch. "You may or may not need that but I have some news to tell you. Veracruz never made it outside of our airspace before he got whacked."
"What do you mean? I saw him get on the plane myself. There was a Marshal next to him how did they get to him?"
"The Marshal said they were approached by a fake flight attendant. At first she offered them a drink that he turned down then she gave them headsets. Just that Veracruz's headset was laced with an exotic poison that he absorbed through his skin and it went straight into his brain through his ear canal. I was told it made his brain like jam. Not something you'd want on toast but quite effective."
"I warned him that they would get to him but he wouldn't listen. He thought he could pull himself out of this and he was wrong. It will be nice to get back in the office and get caught up."
"That's nice but for tonight I've got other plans as long as out friendly couple cooperates," said Roan as he took a sip of his Martini.
"You won't have to worry about them. I cleared them for a little R&R so they can take it easy. They're going to meet our new people in Chicago get the station up and running then go on an overdue vacation. Speaking of an overdue vacation I was thinking about you me and a bucket of oysters and a bottle of Champagne at Myrtle Beach. That is unless you've got other business going on this weekend."
"I could go now if you want," said Roan as he looked coyly over his Martini at her.
"I bet you could but unfortunately I can't. I need a few days to clear out my backlog and get everything caught up then we can take off if that's all right with you?"