Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck. I do have a number of OC's at this point in the arc, but to be honest, it NBC wants to claim them too, I won't complain.

A/N: And finally it's time for the long awaited (how long's it been, about a week?) release of the sequel to Sarah vs. Ashes of an American Flag. I would say that you don't need to read that one first, but I'd be lying to you. You absolutely need to read that one first. This one just doesn't make sense without it. This is of course just the prologue, and is meant mostly to get something out there and see how it's received. Hopefully you'll like it, and give me lots of feedback. Even if you don't like it, I'd like to get lots of feedback, so, either way really! All mistakes are my own, as per the usual. Please enjoy A Destiny Revealed: the Prologue.

Cast in order of appearance

Karin Hansen--------Summer Glau
Charles Carmichael-----Zachary Levi
John Casey-----------Adam Baldwin
Kate Bartowski------Kate Bosworth

October 13, 2028
United Republic of North America

It had been nearly two decades since the United States ceased to exist. The alliance of North and Central American countries that now formed the United Republic of North America had established a strong dominance over the rest of the world. There were strongholds for the URNA on every continent, and the strong working partnership with China had assured that no dissenting country would stand a chance against the most definite global power the world had ever known.

The man that ruled over this alliance lived in the shadows, and was known only as The President. He had not been seen in public in nearly fifteen years, and if not for his weekly broadcasts that played over every known channel, it would have been doubted that he still lived.

The face of the Republic had become The President's second in command, chief counsel, and enforcer Charles Carmichael. While he was much more known to the public at large, the details of his past were certainly a mystery. The role he held had previously, in the early days of the URNA, been held by a man named Chuck Bartowski. When Bartowski had been killed by the insurgency calling themselves the Independents that was trying to overthrow the new regime, Carmichael had taken over the spot and held it for over seventeen years.

Carmichael was the most feared man in the world. His main objective was to seek out and destroy any and all who opposed The President and his rule. He performed this roll mercilessly, with no regard for the human lives that he wasted in his pursuit. Under his leadership, URNA forces had managed to almost completely eradicate all traces of the Independents. What organization they had left was weak, and had been driven completely underground.

The two strongest remaining operatives on the side of the dissenters had been tied up with personal assignments for nearly eighteen years now, leaving them largely unable to aid in the effort to restore order to the nation and the world at large.

Recently, however, at least one of them, Carina Hansen had begun to get involved again in the effort. She brought with her the teenage daughter that she'd been protecting over her time on the run, and the pretty young brunette had proven herself to be a useful asset to the band of rebels. While the girl's skills in combat were certainly limited -and rightfully so with practically no training in anything except escaping hostile situations- her knowledge and ability with technology and infiltration of computer systems had lead to the Independents having their first streak of success in years.

So it was Karin Hansen that had been sent on her first solo mission. With only the protection of two bodyguards, she was posing as a French diplomat travelling to speak with the military leaders of the URNA. Her actual assignment was to access the mainframe of the government's servers and find something called the 'Intersect.' It was related to the program that was used to mentally program government agents, but it was much more complete. All of the information from every intelligence source from over the past fifty years was contained in that file. Along with the information was techniques and training detail that when processed by someone with the correct cerebral circuitry would allow for the user to fully execute things they'd never been trained to do.

Her orders were to locate the file and download it to the specially designed belt buckle computer she'd created. Her mother Carina, who upon rejoining the rogue group had become one of the leaders of the rebellion, had given her strict instructions that if she was about to be captured, she was to send the files to the emergency e-mail account she'd known about since childhood.

Karin didn't know who checked that account, and she'd never had to use it, but she was glad to have it there for an assignment like this. And it was a relief to know that whoever received the file would be able to directly contact Colonel Casey. He'd been long absent from the rebellion, and many feared him dead. Only people with sources like her mom's could tell you differently. He had said years ago that he would come back when the time was right. Right now, it seemed as though the time had never been better to Karin.

So with her computer set to make the transfer at the push of a button, and the cover of darkness that the night provided, Karin made her way stealthily through the halls of the military instillation in Fort Meade. The building had been the home of the NSA in the old United States. Now it acted as the central location of all military planning, and the offices of the leaders of the URNA's defense.

She finally found her way into the room that intelligence suggested would house the super computer that held the sought after file. The room was completely white and very sterile feeling. In the center sat a computer being held by a stand containing some sort of glowing cube. Next to that was what appeared to be a modified dentists' chair. No doubt that was to strap people in during the upload of the information.

Pulling the USB cable from the back of her belt buckle, she hooked into the system. Tapping a few commands on her small computer, she was in the system within seconds. There seemed to be only one file on this supercomputer, so location wouldn't be difficult. Watching as the information was passed to her device, she felt her heart beating roughly in her chest. She wasn't at the point of panic yet, but as the seconds ticked by, she became more and more worried that she would be discovered and captured. Capture by the Republic was the one greatest fear of all of the Independents. It trumped even death in that department.

Karin heaved a sigh of relief when the transfer was complete. She quickly disconnected her computer, and as she'd been instructed, prepared the file for the emergency e-mail in case trouble arose. Walking quietly back across the tiled floor, she typed in the code she'd used to initially infiltrate the room into the inside panel to reopen the doors. She was, however, denied access. She tried again with the same result. Frantically, she typed in the backup code she'd been given, but still the door wouldn't budge.

Once again, she began to try the second code, but before it was completed, the door slid open. Karin held her breathe as she waited to find out who had discovered her. She let go of the breath as no one stepped in to confront her. Walking cautiously toward the door, she gasped when confronted by Carmichael. Her hand flew to her belt, and the file she'd come here to steal had been sent to where ever that emergency e-mail ended up; hopefully, it would end up in the hands of Colonel John Casey.

Colonel John Casey of the former NSA was the other operative that had been off the radar and away from the Independents for years. Much like Carina, he'd taken it upon himself to take care of the daughter of a fallen comrade and a friend.

Little Kate couldn't have been anymore like her mother. From the blonde locks and blue eyes, to her restless penchant for adventure, she seemed like the second coming of Sarah Walker. It was that craving for the next thrill that had made her more than a handful while growing up. She just wasn't cut out for living away from the action. Casey hated that she'd been stuck in the barren wasteland in New Mexico for the duration of her childhood, but every day that she stayed healthy and alive, and not under the care of the URNA government was a good day.

He only hoped that she'd understand why he had done the things he'd done when she got older. He knew that the day that she learned the truth got closer and closer as time began to pass, but it wasn't a moment that he looked forward to. Despite the turbulence around the world, and the overwhelmingly heavy-handed tactics of the long time regime, she'd grown up largely oblivious to how cruel the world could be. She was still an innocent at this point, and despite her wild nature, Casey knew she would have to change to fit the role she seemed destined for.

And so it was October 13, 2028, one day before her eighteenth birthday when the news came. Casey's heart sank when he heard the words leave Kate's mouth as she came out of her bedroom.

"Uncle Casey, we got an e-mail on that weird address that never gets any mail. What am I supposed to do with it? There seems to be an attachment."

He looked down to the ground, then back up and the girl hat he'd raised as his own. Despite his overwhelming urge to protect her from everything, he knew that he couldn't prevent her from carrying out the duty she was born to carry out.

"Open it Kate," he said sadly.

A/N: Alright, again, that was just the prologue. Don't know when chapter one will be out, but hopefully pretty quick. I'm really excited about the possibilities with this story, and once again, I'm asking you the terrific Chuck community to give me a chance to entertain you. This one, while kind of heavy at times, will not be nearly as dark and Ashes, and should be much more filled with action than emoting. I can't wait to hear what you thought of this beginning. Please review! You guys are awesome. Peace.