What Went Wrong
Chapter 2
He was surrounded in blackness, his mouth dry and with a bad taste which he new must be the after effects of the traquilizer that was given to him to keep him quiet. Not wanting to alert his captors to him being awake Chuck listened closely to any movement about him that would tell him if he was alone or not. Not hearing anything he slowly opened his eyes just enough to know that it was pitch black in the room preventing him from seeing anything. Thinking that he was alone, the voice that came from the corner scared him just that little more when it finally came.
"Theres no point trying to pretend Mr. Carmichael I know your awake" came the deep throated voice that seemed oddly familiar to Chuck. "I gather that you notice my voice, I mean after all it was you and your team that put me and my men behind bars". Chucks memory was in overdrive trying to figure out where he had heard that voice before but all that came to his mind was blank. Choosing finally to give up trying to remember Chuck finally built up the courage to ask, "Who are you?".
"You really don't remember Mr. Carmichael. Well let me give you a hint, I assume you find me imposing right now". And right then Chuck got a flash of the man from a distant memory. "Mr. Colt, but your supposed to be locked up how can you be here?". Chuck had given up trying to keep his voice even just the picture of Mr. Colt in the same room as him while he was tied to a chair was too frightening to even think about.
"Ahh so you do remember me. And here I was thinking you had forgotton all about me." came the frighteningly happy voice of Mr. Colt. "And as for how I got out well lets leave that story for another time. Right now however I seem to remember having a score to settle with you for putting me behind bars". At that moment the lights to the room flashed on. It wasn't so much a room as it was an empty warehouse with a lone table a few meters in front of Chuck with an array or very sharp looking knives and needles, along with an asortment of other frightening tortor objects that Chuck definately wasn't looking forward to seeing up close.
Mr. Colt was now in view of Chuck with a giant grin on his face "Now lets get started shall we".
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Castle
"He can't just have dissapeared off the face of the earth Casey, he has to be somewhere" Sarah was almost shouting out in frustration at not being able to locate Chuck. "I know that Walker but if he hasn't got his watch with him then there is a very slim chance of finding him." was Caseys reply sounding just as tense about the whole situation. "Well what about his phone can we not track that." Sarah was starting to panick now all her CIA training was starting to go straight out of the window. "His phone was turned off around Griffith Park. I'll see if I can find anything on speed cameras or any other survelance around the area there has to be something".
While Casey was busy searching all carmeras in the area Sarah was pacing around trying to think of anything else that could help find Chuck. But images of finding Chuck badly hurt or worse dead kept interupting her thoughts making her even more tense than she should be. "Ok I think I have something" Casey's voice had a hint of excitement that he may have found Chuck. "There you see the three black vans" he said while pointing to the blurry images on the screen. "Ok so do you know which way they went." Sarah asked while also getting excited at the prospect of finding Chuck and getting him back safe. "It looks as if they are heading east on ventura freeway".
"Ok I have them. They are pulling into a warehouse in Santa Monica airport. Get ready we leave in 5". Sarah was already halfway through fitting her tac gear before Casey even finished. Grabbing a duffle back she loaded it full of pistols, ammunition, flash bangs and anything else she could get her hands on before leaving for the crown vic. Casey followed seconds after with an identicle bag loaded with the same. In 4 minutes they were in the vic on their way to rescue Chuck from whatever fate had brought him.
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Warehouse- Santa Monica Airport
"Well I never would have thought it, you're a lot tougher than you look Mr. Carmichael." came the almost giddy voice of Mr. Colt after dealing another devestating blow to the mid-section of Chuck torso with a block of wood. Chuck could feel his ribs cracking under the blows that were being dealt to him, but he kept as quiet as possible not wanting to give any satisfaction to Mr. Colt. Throughout the 3 hour long torture all Chuck could think about was if he would ever be able to see the faces of his sister Ellie or his brother in-law Devon, what he wouldn't give to hear a one liner from his best pal Morgan or stare into the eyes of , in his opinion, the most beautiful woman in the world Sarah. Hell he'd even be glad to take Jeff and Lester. "I think I will take a little break, I'm getting a little tired out from this exercise Mr. Carmichael." The smile he was wearing on his smug face obvious through his speech.
"I'll be back soon so don't get too comfortable." Mr. Colt said while exiting the warehouse leaving Chuck on his own. The taste of blood was strong in his mouth, sickening even, and the pain in his ribs were unbearable. He knew at least some of his ribs had been absolutly destroyed throughout Mr. Colts little torture session and it was causing him great discomfort.
Too soon for Chucks liking the door to the warehouse slammed open but it wasn't Colt that walked in it was someone he had never seen before. An average sized man in a crisp black suit with black shirt and tie on walked up to Chuck and started undoing the restraints holding him down to the chair. Roughly standing him up Chuck couldn't help the sharp intake of breath that escaped from his lips as every muscle and every bone in his body screamed out in pain at the sudden movement.
Half dragging half carrying him to the door Chuck finally got enough breath into his lungs to ask where they were taking him only to be answered with silence from the other man. Finally reaching the outside of the warehouse Chuck finally saw that he was at an airport, which one he had no idea, but from what he worked out he wasn't staying there for long. Two more men this tiime a lot bigger than the first, hell probably even bigger than Casey walked up and took charge of which van Chuck was to go in. Throwing him in the back, one of the men followed just as a black crown victoria came screaming around the corner looking to cause some damage.