Author's Note: I don't own Chuck and no copyright infringement is intended.
For those that read the first chapter before I made the addition, please note that the events of chapter 1 took place at 23:30 hours on 08/10/2012
Date: 08/10/2012
Time: 21:00
Agent Walker could really hate her job sometimes. Actually, she always hated her job, but sometimes she really loathed it. Today was one of those days.
"So, that's really all there is to it," explained the man sitting across the table from her. His name was, apparently, George and he was leaning towards her more than he should be. They were supposed to be on a date – although someone as mundane looking as George would never stand a chance with the leggy blonde that was Sarah Walker – and some leaning forward was expected, but even so, there was too much lean.
"You're too modest," replied Sarah. In all honesty she had no idea what he was talking about. Her conscious mind had wondered as soon the date had started and she relied entirely on her instincts to provide the appropriate yet boring responses that lead to George maintaining most of the conversation. Sarah knew what the leaning forward meant along with the hungry look in his eye; she could practically smell the demon inside him. He wanted to consume her soul in order to maintain his hold on reality.
"I could show you if you want," George said eagerly. Sarah almost laughed at the pathetic attempt. To an uninformed observer it would simply look like he was trying to get her into bed. An uninformed observer would also probably be surprised or impressed that he was succeeding because the short man really had nothing going for him. It wasn't that he was particularly unattractive – if you were to see a photo of him you wouldn't notice it – but he seemed weak and more than a little pathetic. He was exactly the type of individual that would attract a lessor demon.
"You'd do that for me?" gushed Sarah, almost overdoing it. Sarah had read the file on George Wisham but she could have written his backstory based on a photo. His life had been decidedly average. He hadn't done particularly well at school and wasn't good at sport. He had never found love and never really felt any loss. His parents were dead but not because of anything dramatic; a heart attack and a stroke had killed them. He hadn't mourned their passing. Then one day he realised that he was middle-aged and after being rejected by yet another pretty 30 something woman on a dating website he became bitter at the world. A lessor demon approached him and promised him power and the deal was done.
"Yeah, of course," answered George, "we'd have to go back to my place but it's. It's down by the docks."
Sarah eagerly nodded, careful not to exaggerate her enthusiasm too much, and they got their coats. She took one last look at the dingy bar – she would not be coming back here if she had anything to say about it – and they stepped outside into the night.
It was drizzling, a pathetic fallacy of the mission at hand, and neither of them had brought an umbrella. It didn't matter too much as Sarah's hair wasn't particularly well made; it hadn't been necessary to reel in the mark and she hadn't wanted to overwhelm him. George didn't seem to notice the dismal weather – it was possible that he couldn't tell – and started walking in the direction of the waterfront. It amused Sarah that he didn't offer to get a cab and seemed to expect that she would follow him. It was no surprise why he had not had much luck with the ladies. The pace was quick, which pleased Sarah as it meant that she could get the mission over and done with more quickly.
George talked some more about whatever topic was supposed to have got Sarah excited and she continued to make inoffensive and empty answers. Her conscious mind became more alert to the matter at hand as the streets got smaller and darker. Surely they must be nearly there. Finally, they turned into the storage facility next to the docks and Sarah knew that they had reached their destination. The lessor demon must have been hiding his captors in one of the shipping containers.
"Well Sarah, it's been lovely," George said, "but I'm afraid to say that you've been duped."
He actually looked a little bit less boring now that he was grinning in victory.
"I don't understand," lied Sarah.
"You see, I don't really have a yacht," explained George, "I just needed to lure you away."
Seriously? They had spent the last two hours discussing their mutual love for boats? It was funny that they had both been lying.
"Lure me away?" Sarah said, adding more confusion to her voice.
George nodded and then hit her with a crowbar.
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