Alexander Marr stood behind the bar, carefully polishing a glass lazily as he examined the bar. Drunken customers weeved around him, but he stood still- pretending to be oblivious to all that happened before him.
Which was how he had been trained by the Ring.
Even tonight, he felt he was wasting his time. Rather than pursuing several assets for their grand schemes, he was stuck watching over people who could barely string two words together. Marr preferred this condition through torture of course, but this was due to alcohol.
He admired the customer who was gently snoring at the bar. He was big- bigger than most, with the hint of slightly tanned skin and toned muscles beneath the casual attire he wore. He half wondered for a second if he should be woken up, and then turned against it.
The bell rang next to him, and a man in a plain shirt leaned over the bar towards him. His dark hair waved slightly in the draught from the open door. He gave a large grin, showing off a set of polished white teeth.
"Can I have a Martini please? Shaken, not stirred," he ordered, a hint of worry in his voice. Marr dismissed this of course, and doing his best ordinary barman impression he replied.
"Shaken not stirred? What are you, some sort of spy?" he chuckled, reaching for the glass. And as he turned his back to rummage for the bottle, he missed the events which would change his life.
The customer stood rigid for a second, a vacant look on his face. Then, a split second later he placed his hand on Marr's shoulder.
"You could say that," Chuck said darkly, revealing the knife he had kept up his sleeve.
Marr stiffened and went to reach for the gun under the bar, until he noticed the dozing customer had woken up and was pointing his gun directly at him. John Casey growled at the barman, who began to raise his arms in the air.
"Looking for something?" Casey growled, before the world around Marr went black.
*
Meanwhile
David Young was well aware of the events which were occurring in the bar. He was sat in the CCTV unit, and expressed disappointment as Chuck and Casey successfully disarmed his asset. Alexander never learns, he realised with pity, before rewinding the tape to see how it had happened.
Which was when the door knocked.
"Just a minute," he laughed, and shut the monitors down. Sweeping the door open, a woman with a blonde bun and glasses stood with a briefcase. She spoke with the hint of an Australian accent, and she smiled briefly at him.
"Good evening sir, I was interested in making an offer for your bar?"
"Nice try Agent Walker. Shall I kill you now or shall we do this the proper way?" Young replied, and then forced her into the room. He had his body faced towards her, and cockily pressed the remote button to reveal the tape of Sarah placing on her disguise before coming for him.
"You know, the CIA can do a lot more than give me a simple disguise you know," she said bitterly.
"I doubt it love. Now, shall I kill you quickly, or slowly,"
And then a hand rested on his shoulder, and Sarah's heart leapt a few beats.
"Quickly" Chuck Bartowski said, and pointed up at the air conditioning vent which lay busted. As Casey was cleaning up the scene, Chuck must have come to help her, she realised.
So as David Young stared in sadness at the air conditioning, he missed Sarah Walker's M9 slip out of her briefcase. Two dull shots echoed across the office, and Young slumped forward. Sarah walked forward and into Chuck's open arms.
"Hey honey. I missed you,"
*