The black Porsche 911 took the corner at an impossibly high speed, scattering pedestrians as it roared through the gate off of Olive Avenue into Warner Bros. Burbank lot. The guard at the gate booth watched helplessly as the German sports car plowed through the gate, snapping off the wooden arm and sending it flying.
The 911 whipped across the lot, coming to a halt in a cloud of dust in front of an office with a sign that said "Chuck" on the front. The driver's door of the Porsche was flung open with such force that an observer might've thought it was just going to be snapped off.
A statuesque blonde, clad entirely in black, stood up. Sunglasses and a mask of rage covered her face. She held in her right hand a Colt M1911 handgun, safety off. She slammed the door of the Porsche shut and marched toward the offices.
She blew through the front door and blasted straight past the secretary, not even offering the poor woman a second glance. The door protecting her intended targets was locked, but no matter – she kicked the door in, her gun coming up as she entered the office like a small hurricane.
Josh Schwartz's face went white, his eyes growing wide as Sarah Walker marched into his office. On the couch to Sarah's right, Chris Fedak went very, very still – almost as if he hoped that if he didn't move, Sarah wouldn't see him.
"You have some EXPLAINING to do," Sarah spat.
"What?!" Josh protested. "We made Chuck look good! He got to be a hero! Hell, Cole even helped him out!" The color began to return to his face. "In fact, we thought you'd LIKE the fact that he took charge of the situation at the end!"
Chris Fedak started to very slowly creep down the couch. Without even looking, Sarah swung her gun to the right and put a bullet into the couch, barely a foot from Fedak's crotch. "You're not going anywhere," she growled. He went stock still.
She turned her gun back on Schwartz. "Tell me, Josh, when do I get to be happy?" She holstered her gun and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "How do you think it makes me feel when Chuck dumps me in the Orange Orange, and then three days later, dumps me in the courtyard of his apartment for the second time?!"
"He didn't dump you!" Chris Fedak interjected. "You weren't even together!"
"YOU WEREN'T THE ONE ON THE RECEIVING END!" Sarah shouted. "It might not have been a dumping in the technical sense, but it sure as hell FELT like one!"
"Christ on a crutch," Schwartz muttered. Opening his top desk drawer, he reached in and withdrew a script, which he tossed to Sarah. "Page 24," was all he said.
Sarah looked at him suspiciously, then looked at the cover page of the script. "Chuck 02.22," it read. In spite of herself, Sarah's curiosity was piqued.
Opening the cover, she flipped through the pages till she reached page 24. She started reading, and a page and a half later, nearly dropped the script.
She looked up at Schwartz, disbelief on her face. "You're screwing with me here."
Schwartz shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Believe it or not, that's for real."
Sarah nodded. "Well." Despite her residual anger, a smile began to spread across her face. "That's more like it."