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Chapter 1: Bryce Versus the Intersect
Bryce Larkin was a very happy man, he was living the dream. He lives in a luxury beach house, a hot woman on each arm every weekend, owns a small company and he's a millionaire to top it all off due to his families fortune. The only reason he isn't already a billionaire is because of his arch nemesis and best friend, Chuck Bartowski or Charles Carmichael as he now goes by. He changed his name legally after a kidnapping attempt due to his relation to his father, who happened to be an ex-spy. The reason Bryce knows this is that he was there for it all, helping his best bud through the tough times. Bryce had known Chuck since they were in primary school together in Burbank elementary school. But right now? Bryce was celebrating his 27th birthday with a huge party at his beach house. And to top it all off, he just received an email from another old friend. Cole Barker. He was a foreign exchange student from Scotland moving to California. Bryce and Chuck met him in Stanford and they all instantly clicked, the other students even called them 'Team Bartowski' (As Chuck was the leader, neither of the other two minded really.)
"Well, my old friend, what do we have here?" Bryce smiled as he looked at the computer program boot up, instantly recognising the game that he, Chuck and Cole reprogrammed in Stanford.
Attack troll with nasty knife.
20 minutes previously.
Washington DC
Unknown Classified location
As the Scottish man fell through the vent gate he mumbled "It's always vents, isn't it?"
He ran up to the computer in the middle of the white room and attached his PDA to it. He typed something and then equipped a pair of black glasses. He ran up to the wall and placed a mine. He hit the last key and said, "It's hard to say goodbye." He then runs towards the door and rides the explosion through the door. He then fights his way to the roof and jumps down multiple floors.
When he finally reaches the ground he begins to run away but is shot before he can get away.
Bang.
"Why did you do it Cole?" The shooter asks.
"It was too dangerous, Fulcrum is coming Chuck." The Scottish CIA Agent replies throatily.
"You should have told me." Chuck proceeds to holster his gun and start walking towards his partner.
Bang.
"No! Cole!" Chuck begins sprinting to his best friend after throwing a knife straight into the other shooters skull. He kneels down just in time to hear his dying partners' last words.
"Protect… Bryce… Intersect…" Chuck checks his pulse. Dead, damn it! But before he can continue his thoughts, a flash overtakes him.
A red robin
The CIA logo
A computer in a white room
Four smiling scientists standing side-by-side, one has their arm around a pregnant woman.
Project Omaha
A red robin
"Dad… what have you done?" He then stands up and walks away while calling his superiors.
"Director, General, we have a problem."
The next morning
Los Angeles
Bryce wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing. He grabs it, presses 'accept call' and puts the phone to his ear.
"This is Bryce."
"Bryce? It's Chuck, I was wondering if you're up for a night out tonight like good old times. I'm passing through LA and thought I would say hi."
"Chuck! Man is it great to hear your voice man, your passing through LA? Hell yes we are going out tonight. I'll meet you at the usual place?" He asks groggily.
"Yeah man, I'm looking forward to it, I've got something that we need to talk about, but I'll save it for when we meet in person tonight. Look man, I need to go, my ride is here, see you at 7, Peace!"
Bryce looked a his clock and noticed that it was 2pm. Damn, I must of gotten carried away with the beers last night. He then began his daily routine before finally leaving his house at 6:30. Just enough time to make it to his and Chuck's spot in Burbank.
When Bryce reached the top of the hill, he spotted Chuck sitting beside a freezer box. "Hey Bryce." Chuck said without even sparing him a glance.
"Hey Chuck, you do know it's creepy as shit when you do that yeah?" He asked nonchalantly.
"Yep. Why do you think I do it?" He asked in reply, finally looking at his best friend with a cocky grin.
"Good point. So, what is it that you wanted to talk about?" Bryce asked his friend, knowing there was something bothering him.
"Straight to business huh? I like it." He gave Bryce one final sad smile before pulling something out of his pocket and handing it to Bryce.
Bryce opened it and his jaw dropped. "C…C…CIA?" He stuttered.
"Yep." He shrugged his shoulders.
"How long?" Bryce asked.
"Our junior year at Stanford, turns out Professor Fleming was a CIA recruiting officer."
"Wow, dude. Why are you telling me this?" Bryce asked confused as to why he is showing him this now.
"Because you are now property of the US government and I have been assigned to protect you. Handle you, so to speak." e smiled.
"How am I property?" Bryce asked, shocked at this new revelation.
"The email Cole sent you last night contained a supercomputer called the Intersect. My dad built it. You downloaded it into your brain when you opened it last night."
"What is this Intersect and what can it do?"
"Everything. It has encoded both the NSA and CIA's databases into it. If you where to look at an Agent and you focused on a tattoo or a scar, you can probably get info about them from the files in your brain."
"Wow, so what now?" He asked.
"I will probably be assigned two partners to help me protect you, most likely one CIA and one NSA to be exact."
"Hopefully one of them is hot." Bryce added half-jokingly.
"Yeah…" Chuck happily sighed and leaned back, enjoying his cold beer.
They spent most of the night reminiscing about old times and Chuck telling Bryce about the unclassified parts of some missions. Bryce eagerly listened to every detail, enamored by the spy world and the unique and interesting tales about Chuck's secret life and all that came with it.
This was the first time Bryce had seen Chuck look so calm after the Jill incident in Stanford. He hopes it will last.
The next morning, Chuck had a meeting with his superiors. "Good morning ma'am, sir. He nodded to the directors of the CIA and the NSA.
"Good morning Agent Bartowski, we read your report from last night's interactions with Mr Larkin and it was brilliantly sorted with. We have your two new partners on their way to you now. One of them should be there any moment now, when she arrives, please do call us back." She then abruptly terminated the link, just as a knock was heard at the door.
Knock, Knock
"Coming!" He shouted.
As he reached the door and opened it he was pleasantly surprised who his new partner was likely to be.
"Sarah!" He joyfully pulled the blonde spy into a bone-crushing hug.
"Hi, Chuck."
Both spies were secretly thinking the same thing about their new assignment.
This is going to be fun.
A/N I know, I know, another story? Well, yeah. It was made up from an idea I have been building in my head for quite a while now. What if Chuck was the agent and Bryce was the Intersect? Would Bryce and Sarah eventually get married or would Chuck and Sarah fall in love, working together to protect Bryce? (The latter obviously, duh.) New updates for my other stories coming soon, ADIOS!
