It was a cold and rainy day when Chuck was sat staring out of the 'Morgan Window' contemplating his life so far.
He sighed, his head resting heavily on his (now numb) hand.
Chuck never thought that there would come a day when he wished for his spy-life to save him from boredom, never did he think he would want a random terrorist or Fulcrum agent to wander into Burbank and release him from these four walls. His haven, his room, his prison! Ever since Chuck received the 'wonder' that is the intersect he wished that he could be free, normal, anything but the intersect, the asset, the computer. Now? Well now he just wished that he could use this super-computer he called a brain.
Finally, after what seemed like hours but was in fact only minutes, Major John Casey - trained and highly deadly killer - came to his rescue.
Now there's a sentence he never thought he'd say!
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This is my first story on here, I find it hard to write about other people's characters but I thought I'd have a go instead of just reading other people's hard work.
Therefore, please be kind.
This is basically supposed to be how Chuck feels on what begins as a 'normal' day, cause let's be honest he can't be kicking bad guy butt all the time!