"So Gates and his counterpart are heading to Peru?"

"From what we heard, that is our assumption," Casey told the General. Him, Chuck, and Sarah were in the Buymore's home theater room, as usual, being briefed by the general.

"Agent Casey, Agent Walker, you and the Intersect are going to be taking alittle vacation then. Pack your bags and we'll have you on a flight to Jorge Chavez International Airport in Lima. That should be close enough. I will follow up with you later, once everything in set. For now, make your arrangements to get out of there." The screen went black. Casey turned to Sarah and shrugged. Chuck was looking back and forth between them, waiting for one of them to tell him he couldn't go.

"I don't want to go to Peru. Besides, I don't have any vacation time left, and what am I supposed to tell Ellie and Morgan? I'm not going," Chuck stated.

"Yes you are. The General said you're going, so you are. Don't worry about your vacation time, we'll deal with that. As for your sister, make something up," Casey told him.

"No, I don't think he should go. He isn't trained, and yeah I know he hasn't been trained for any of the other things he's done, but this is different," Sarah aid.

"How? We're stopping some geeks from stealing some monumental treasures in a government owned national park. This shouldn't be half as hard as some of the other things he's managed to weasel himself through."

Sarah didn't respond. Instead she turned to Chuck. "Don't worry. Peru's going to be fine. As for Ellie, tell her me and you are going skiing."

"Fine."

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Ben and Riley were in Riley's hotel room, looking over maps and books, researching for their upcoming adventure. "One week," Ben reminded him.

"Yeah. So are we doing this alone? I mean, is Abigail coming or do you have another Ian up your sleeve?"

"Actually, I was thinking Sam."

"Sam? My Sam? Wait Ben, that's not cool. You know full well how that's going to go over. Me and her cannot work together."

"Just get over it. You two were perfect, I don't even know why you split in the first place."

"She...We had...Issues..."

"Right. Anyway, why don't you call her up for me and ask her to come with us to Peru?"

"I'm sure she'll take that well. 'Hi Sam, I know you hate me, but will you come risk your lives in some possibly haunted mountains with me and Ben so that Ben can ease his mind?' Are you kidding? I've said this already. Me and her can't work together."

"First off, you're ranting. Second off, 'can't' is just a state of mind. It's already been proven that 'can't', especially by your standards, can be done. Like, hm., let's see, the Declaration 'can't' be stolen, but what did we do, barely two years ago?"

"Haha, just rub it in my face. I get your point but I don't want to put myself through that awkward situation."

"What situation?"

"Me and Sam having to spend time together again."

"Oh that situation. To late."

"Wait, what? Ben you didn't call her already, did you? I swear to god Ben. I don't want to talk to her. Ben?"

Ben was leaving Riley's apartment, and ignored Riley until he got to the door, where he just looked back and shrugged.

"Not cool."

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"Hey Ellie, Um would it be alright if I took alittle vacation next week?" Chuck asked while skimming his spoon through the last of his soggy Trix.

"Yeah, I don't see why not. Wait, where are you going?"

"Skiing with Sarah in the Andes," he said quickly, trying to avoid another 'Awesome and the Tango' experience.

"Wow, Chuck that is certainly an adventure. But, um, do you know how to ski?"

"I'm sure I can learn." He heard a door down the hall open and cringed. "Please don't let that be Awesome." Morgan wandered into the kitchen instead. "Oh thank god."

"No, Morgan, but you can call me god. That's a cool nickname." Morgan looked at the open box of Trix on the counter and helped himself to a bowl. "Sweet. Time to get my Trix on. So what's the game plan?"

"Next week Chuck's going on vacation, and your going to not be here while he's gone."

"Come on Ellie. I can't go a week without my ray of sunshine. At least leave the curtians open."

"Morgan, dude, not cool." Chuck checked his watch. "Come on, work time."

"'Ut ma Tis," Morgan objected through his cereal.

"Should of been here earlier."

Morgan choked. "Again, not cool. I was unaware of a new schedule, I'm here the same time I always am."

"Which was pushing it. Bye El." He grabbed his keys and headed out, Morgan hovered over the sink and tried to scarf down his cereal, then ran like lightning after Chuck.

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Riley was sitting bored behind a folding table and a large stack of books as he had spent alot of his time recently. He had managed to attract very few people interested in the book, and had made one sale in the two hours he had been there. He was thinking about putting a sign on the table saying 'Free ride In the Ferrari Spider that's outside with every purchase' when a seemingly interested customer approached. "Hi, I've actually read your book before, but when I moved out of my ex-boyfriend's place, I seem to have left it there. Could I get another one? Or better yet, could I have mine back?"

It Riley a moment to recognize his potential customer. It was Sam, the palest he had ever seen her. "Holy crap," he said, nearly falling out of his chair.

"Hi Riley."

"Hi Sam."

She stood awkwardly at the table for a few minutes before Riley finally said something. "So how have you been?"

"I'm fine, I guess. D.C.'s still boring, so Ben getting me out of there and taking me on an adventure should be worth putting up with you."

"Oh, that was low. The whole thing was your fault anyway."

"Oh, how mature. Apparently I was wrong. I'm going home. I can't deal with your immaturity, that's the whole reason you caused the break up in the first place."

"Your calling me immature, but your blaming me for the break up. To me, you sound like the immature one."

"What? I was calling you immature because you blamed me for the break up? You know what? I actually don't have time for this. Good bye."

"Wait."

She stopped, but didn't turn around.

"I'm sorry. It was my fault. I don't expect you to take me back, because I know you won't, but at least go to Peru with us."

She turned back around to face him. "Do you want to get dinner or something tonight?"

"I should be free...Wait, what?"

"Do you want to grab dinner or something?"

"Are you asking me out?"

"I guess that's what you'd call it."

"I'm highly confused right now."

"Yeah."

"Um...I guess so."

"Thanks Riley. I appreciate your enthusiasm. It's really a boost for my self-esteem. I'll pick you up around 7, ok?"

"What my car isn't good enough for you?"

"You know I hate the Spider."

"Yeah, cause your 430 Scurderia is so much better."

"For your information, the Scurderia is in my garage back in D.C., I brought the Milano."

"Pimp mobile, yeah."

"My Milano is sexy. My El Dorado and my GTO are my pimp cars."

"Still at that, huh?"

"Yeah, still collect cars. Anyway, I need to get going, I'll see you at 7."