Chuck vs. The Spook
Prologue Pt. 1
Rated T
Disclaimer: I don't own the tv show Chuck or any of its characters.
Title of Prologue/Chapter: Operibus Anteire.
A/N
The story arc will have a title (usually roman/latin) saying that I think is relevant for each arc with the translation at the end of the arc.
Will blurt out cuss words like motherf****r in order to maintain a T rating so I can get the most feedback and their will be a part where I will use excessive asterisks due to the cussing later on in my story series. Will be using the observed no more than three f words and 3 shits in one chapter. I will be using a lot of military humor and acronyms. Don't worry I'll explain them.
I will put stars ** around actual events that have happened or methods used by the personnel mentioned and those things with the stars around them are considered dialogue.
Thoughts of the characters will be in '' where as speech will be in "".
Look up the stuff you don't know about if you like. And yes I did do my research. If anything is off let me know. Also, I get a lot of my inspiration from novels and movies. I will have pop culture/movie references numbered like (pop1) and if you name it right I will give you hints to the plot.
Thanks to kuryakingirl for the beta and ideas you are a God send.
Bilbao, Spain 5 years ago (2005)
The rain continued to pour on the car as he stared at the gray concrete apartments across the street. 'At least it's warm out when it rains', he thought. "Don't want to catch a cold," he mumbled under his breath. He sat in the driver's seat of the blue SEAT León (A/N Spanish model car) that the embassy in Madrid provided him with. He zipped up his leather jacket the rest of the way and squirmed a little bit; feeling the Ka-Bar he kept on his waist stick into his side a little. He smiled. He borrowed the Ka-Bar from a marine at the embassy. Said he'd break the knife in for him. That, and he liked a little insurance in case he ran out of ammo, as he felt the magazines in his pockets. Not that it was going to happen. But, be prepared.
A few hours ago.
He had insisted that he get a manual transmission on the vehicle he got."And no diplomat plates," he told the lady in the acquisitions department of the embassy "I'd stick out like a sore thumb." Some people didn't understand what the word covert meant. He had stood right behind the mechanic to make sure that he changed out the plates.
The mechanic then decided to check under the hood for fluid levels. "A quick 20 point inspection," he said. "We take pride in our work, plus we always do these checks before we let a vehicle out." The mechanic smiled as he spoke in decent English. The State department had contracted out to a local mechanic shop for all the vehicle maintenance for the embassy. "Boosting the local economy," was what the ambassador said, he wanted to smooth things over with the locals in Madrid.
"Ok" the man said, as he turned around to use the can.
When he came back the mechanic was wiping grease of his hands. "Thank you… Juan", his name tag read as the man spoke aloud. It was hard to find good people like Juan the man thought. 'I'll have to remember him the next time I come here,' he thought. With that, the man threw his duffle in the back seat and headed for the highway for the 4 hour drive to Bilbao.
Back to the present.
He glanced at the UMP .45 on the front passenger seat that he had hid under her sweater. Women are finicky things. She insisted that she didn't want her sweater to get wet.
He had convinced her to take a Kimber .45 with her.
Just as a precaution. He hoped.
He worked the action on his Sig Sauer P229 .357 Sig that he had on his hip. Something to do while she was in there working. Of course standard issue for DSS agents he hadn't had time to get adequetly prepared for this op so all equipment had to be supplied locally. Then again he never really like standard issue but if it works, it works. He looked at his watch 0121 hours local time, 0021 hours Zulu. His body was still on DC time. He hadn't been on vacation long enough for his body to adjust. And that damned clock in the car was broken. '20 point inspection my ass.' The GEO (Spanish equivalent of FBI SWAT team) were on a Helo headed up here from their base in Guadalajara. They said they would get here at no later than 0300 hours Zulu.
The plan was for Evelyn to sneak into the apartment that this Ring group, 'Hadn't heard of them before this op,' were using for a safe house and download the bank account numbers and shipping container number of the FIM-92 Stingers (Shoulder fired heat seeking man portable air defense system) that had been stolen from Edwards AFB a month ago. The US needed that intel so that DEVGRU (Elite Navy SEAL team trained especially for counter-terrorist operations) could get to that cargo ship while it was still in international waters. Then Evelyn would sneak out and go back to her apartment. Then the GEO and Ertzaintza (The equivalent of state police for that area of Spain) would take down the ETA (Spanish terrorist group) cells that were working with the Ring. They would start the raids once the GEO got there. They were going to take her from her apartment like the other Ring members. She would resist and have an "Accident" with her, the cops, and 2 kilos of semtex. Her faked death would give her the life she wanted with her husband Shaw.
"No more lies, no more having to hide it," she said. She and Shaw had gotten married only three months ago. A month after the secret wedding the Ring had shipped her out to Bilbao. "The cops will never take me alive", she had bragged to the other Ring agents when she had infiltrated the Ring cell in LA. Trying to make the inevitable more realistic for the Ring and less questions would be asked if she were seen as a zealot who wouldn't be taken alive. They had sent her over to Bilbao to instruct the ETA members on how to use the computer systems on the Stingers.
*In 2001 the ETA attempted three times to take out the Spanish Prime Minister's airplane with defunct SA-7' (a man portable air defense system [MANPAD {A/N yes it does sound funny}]). Each time the MANPADS malfunctioned.* The ETA didn't trust the IRA anymore to provide them with weapons. *The year before the Police raided a weapons cache and took what SA-7's were left before the ETA could get someone to train their people on them.*
The Ring had offered to get them brand new Stingers and train their people on the weapons and cyber-warfare. The international scandal of American weapons being used by terrorists in Europe to kill the Prime Minister, or worse the King of Spain. The international community would be outraged and the political shitstorm that would follow would be filled with accusations of American intelligence personnel provided terrorists with weapons. After all, the Ring had infiltrated the CIA and NSA -at the least- and there would be a connection. The international community doesn't care if your operatives who handed over the weapons were rogue if they were still getting a paycheck from the government because the Ring had intercepted and destroyed the burn notice on them. The EU would be pissed. And there would probably be a spy war between the US and Spain. Probably. The US did not need another war to fight. From international terrorism to the Ring, we're getting stretched thin here.
The State department had told the Spaniards that the ETA had smuggled chemical weapons on the cargo ship. Nobody in the US intelligence community wanted to admit that there were strangers in their house.
They'd flown him from Buenos Ares where he had been on vacation only 24 hours ago. They needed a DSS (Diplomatic Security Service, the law enforcement and counter-terrorism branch of the US State department.) agent with expertise in Spain. Not to mention that the DSS really were really the only ones with legal authority to pursue terrorists who threaten the lives American citizens abroad (FBI needs an act of congress to work internationally and the US Marshall service didn't have the resources outside the US). The FBI could shove it where the sun don't shine. That, and Evelyn said that she only trusted him. The DSS agent had saved her from a mugging a year ago outside a consulate.
The fates were against them though.
An ETA informant named Alfred in the Ertzaintza had told his handlers as soon as he found out that an American spy had infiltrated the Ring and was going to download some files from a flat that the Ring and ETA used as a safe house and a training facility for the MANPADS. After all Alfred was parked a couple blocks away to provide support for the gringo they had sent to watch her.
She didn't have a high enough clearance in the Ring to use a user name and password. She had to hack her way in. Which would eat up a lot of time.
Time they didn't know that they did not have.
He wondered why her handler, and husband, had sent her in to hack the computers. They were going to raid the apartment in a few hours anyway.
Shaw was watching the operation on a sat feed with his headset having a direct comm line Evelyn.
"It shouldn't have taken her this long", he whispered under his breath. 0132 hours local his watch read.
He broke radio silence and spoke into the cuff mike.
"Evelyn, you OK. Is something wrong", the DSS agent said.
"Yeah, we already have this Intel." She said.
"Say again!" he said with a concerned tone.
"We already have this Intel! Why did Shaw send me here if we already had this," she said in a near state of shock.
Shaw piped up, "We needed a distraction to tie up the Ring's computers so we could hack the ones they have in LA"
"You What!" The DSS agent and Evelyn said in unison into their Blue-tooth headsets connected to Shaw.
Just then, a gray nondescript van screeched to a stop as it pulled up in the alley next to the apartment building. Five men including the driver got out holding automatic weapons. The driver stayed outside by the van to light up as the four remaining men headed into the apartment building.
"Evelyn your going to get company, hunker down and find a good ambush spot. Me and the cop are going to flank them from the rear and take them out, OK." The DSS agent said.
"Okay", she said. Followed by the sound of a round being chambered.
'Good girl', he thought.
"Shaw I'm heading in," the DSS agent said.
"Fine. Keep me posted," Shaw said.
"Alfred are you there." The DSS agent said over his hand held radio he pulled off his hip.
"Yes Senor", Alfred said in passable English. The Gringo still hadn't told him his name. "I saw the men in the alley. What do you want to do?"
"We're going to take out the driver and flank them before they get to her. I'll meet you by the back of the apartment building." The DSS agent said.
"Yes, I will be there shortly." As he clicked off the radio. "But you won't." Alfred said with an evil smile.
A/N
That's part 1 of the Prologue. If it starts to get weird it's because I was listening to one night in Bangkok by vinylshakerz when I wrote this. Also, I will have songs mentioned in here later on.