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June 29, 2003
It is time for seduction class again. Chuck honestly kind of feels like a bit slutty with the amount of times they make them kiss each other. He likes kissing just as much as the next person, but it just feels wrong when he barely even knows the person's name. Luckily, he is becoming good friends with Jesse, his seduction partner. But if this is what it takes to be a spy, than he will kiss every damn woman that he has to.
"Good day class," Roan appears with his daily martini glass and pocketed gin. Two women and a man follow him in. "Today is going to be a little different than usual. Today, you're all getting makeovers."
What? Makeovers? With makeup and blush and all that? Chuck really doesn't think makeup suits him and kind of likes his look just fine; low maintenance is great. Oh man, Ellie's going to hate me for this, Chuck scolds if he has to cut his hair.
By the time it was his turn, Roan had already gotten through most of the class. Bryce was already well-groomed so all he had to get was a trim of his hair and his five o' clock shadow removed. Jesse was already beautiful and attractive but now her brunette hair is longer and shinier, flowing gently past her shoulders and her eyelashes are longer than Chuck's fingernails.
"How do I look?" She playfully asks through her dark upper eyelashes as she bats her eyes. Her green eyes complement the subtle transparent purple eye shadow that makes her look like a gorgeous supermodel. It is the perfect amount so she doesn't look too slutty but it still hypes up the attractiveness. Any man that isn't at least attracted to her must be crazy or just homosexual.
"Like a girl that I wouldn't mind kissing," Chuck grins at her widely. They have become great friends and love to joke around with each other. Chuck would be lucky to end up with a woman of her caliber but he is still pinning for an enigmatic beautiful blonde.
"I'm not too trashy looking? I feel like a prostitute in this makeup and hair extensions." Jesse was always a bit of a tomboy, no matter how she looked, she wasn't afraid to get dirty. She definitely had the looks of a starlet but she was more of a sports type of person and fashion was never huge in her life.
"Nope, you look just the right amount without going overboard."
"Thanks," she smiles at Chuck.
"Mr. Bartowski," Roan appears with a martini in his hand, "You're up." Chuck looks over at him and makes his way over. "Hmm…" Roan studies Chuck and he doesn't like the frown on Roan's face. He turns to the stylists, "This'll be fun," Roan cracks a smile. "The hair, chin scruff and eyebrows."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Chuck asks feeling offended as a scowl forms on his face. This'll be fun? Am I that ugly looking? Chuck asks himself.
"Have faith in the CIA, Mr. Bartowski," Roan sits Chuck in the chair. "We'll have you coming out a whole new man."
Chuck has no qualms with his current hairstyle. He doesn't feel it is necessary to change his looks, but the CIA thinks otherwise. Yea, he's no James Bond superspy, but he's fine with his charming nerdy looks. Apparently nerdy isn't the look the CIA looks for. Chuck has never thought about his eyebrows before. You can change those? A man shouldn't look pampered and fake, right? Chuck conjectures that this whole thing would just make him look feminine. Just don't panic.
After they finish molding Chuck, Roan says. "You really pulled a Michelangelo on this one, Jenna," as the stylists show Chuck off to Roan after 'making' him over.
"Thank you sir," she smiles slightly seductively at him.
"So Mr. Bartowski, how do you like your new look?" Roan asks as he points Chuck to the mirror. Chuck looks into the mirror to see a completely different person but with the same brown eyes as his. His hair is cleanly trimmed into a suave smooth wave. His jawline is completely smooth with no scruff whatsoever. His sideburns are trimmed and short. His eyebrows are thinner and almost like two thick lines with almost no stray hairs.
"I don't even look like myself anymore," Chuck muses in awe. He is not sure if this new look is an improvement or not. Maybe more classically handsome now?
"That's the point," Roan helps Chuck out of the seat and directs him over to the rest of the class.
"What's up James Bond?" Jesse jokes as she sees Chuck.
"I feel so different," Chuck tells her with astonishment. "I don't feel like myself anymore."
"No more cute curls," she mockingly pouts as she plays with Chuck's hair. "But you do look more mature now. Not so much computer nerd and more superspy."
"Thanks," Chuck smiles charmingly at her.
"Damn buddy," Bryce comes over and places his hand on Chuck's shoulder, "looking good. I would never guess you're a nerd from that look."
"Thanks sexy," Chuck jokes and acts exaggeratedly flamboyant. "What do you say we go back to my room?" Chuck waggles his eyebrows at him.
"You're sick dude," Bryce hits Chuck in the arm playfully. Jesse starts cracking up with laughter. Chuck joins her in the laughter after seeing the disgusted look on Bryce's face.
June 30, 2003
Chuck and Bryce are waiting for training. He's ecstatic that he gets to see Sarah again. She is not like Walters at all. She is nice and sweet and very smart… oh, and extremely gorgeous. She analyzes and helps Chuck and Bryce so quickly. Chuck finds himself wondering how long she's been training people for, because she is amazing at it. Most people would get frustrated with him and make it harder on him, but she is patient and never yells at anyone. Sarah walks into the dojo and her lips scrunch up into a smile that shows she is trying not to laugh.
"What?" Chuck asks her bitterly, feeling her eyes on him.
"Say it. Please just say it," she pleads with an adorably cute pout. It doesn't help that Bryce is laughing his ass off right now.
"Ugh," Chuck throws his hands in the air in annoyance. Apparently everyone thinks he looks like Pierce Brosnan and therefore James Bond.
"Please?" She pouts deeper with big doughy puppy dog eyes. It is the most adorable look Chuck has ever seen. How could I ever say no to her or that beautiful face?
"Fine," he sighs in frustration, "but only once." Chuck puts on his best Pierce Brosnan expression as he narrows his eyes ever so slightly and changes his voice. "The name's Bond, James Bond."
"Nice to meet you James," Sarah says in a sultry voice. "I'm Ms. Moneypenny," she breaks out into a huge laugh.
"Actually, you do look kind of like the Barbara Bouchet version from Casino Royale," Chuck muses with slight surprise because he never thought about it but there is a huge resemblance: "blond hair, blue eyes, and a gorgeous body." Oh shit, did I just say that out loud? Chuck covers his mouth with his hands in nervousness. Sarah giggles shyly at the compliment.
Did I just blush? Sarah scolds herself as she tries to contain her excitement. Chuck just complimented her on accident and he is very adorable when he is nervous.
"I do see it," Bryce smiles widely. He must notice the resemblance or just the Penthouse spread of Barbara Bouchet. Chuck's not really sure which one Bryce is thinking about but he's leaning toward the latter.
"Who's Barbara Bouchet?" Sarah asks curiously. She hates not being in the loop, especially when it pertains to her.
"She's an actress who played Ms. Moneypenny back in the late sixties in Casino Royale," Chuck informs her nonchalantly.
"How do you know that? Do you have an encyclopedia on James Bond?" She smiles to let him know she is just kidding around.
"James Bond is my life," Chuck quips over-enthusiastically. She raises an eyebrow at me. "I'm kidding. I'm a nerd. I can't really help it," Chuck smiles charmingly at her. She smiles back. She finds herself enjoying Chuck's smile more and more.
Her smile is so perfect. Chuck is finding himself enjoying her smile more and more. The way her two front teeth barely appear below her bottom lip, giving her a cute squirrelly look.
"I kind of miss the curly hair," she runs her hand through Chuck's hair; sending quivers through his body as he feels her touch. Luckily he doesn't have a tail or it would be wagging faster than a dog being scratched behind the ear. "It made you look unique," she sighs with a hint of despair.
January 13, 2004
The objective is simple: recover the flag or eliminate all hostiles. Chuck and Bryce are pitted against the rest of the class; fifteen to two. Not the greatest odds but that'll have to do. The area they start in is outside a two story brick building shaped like an 'L', in a dark alley along the side to be specific. The moonlight is dim with very little illumination over the courtyard obstructing their path and the shadows are going to be their best friends. The flag is in the farthest room on the second floor.
"Flag or hostiles?" Bryce whispers to Chuck as he cocks his suppressed compressed air paintball pistol.
"Flag is the number one priority. Only kill if needed," Chuck replies analytically. He's never liked the concept of killing people even if this is a training exercise and his pistol only fires paintballs.
"Alright buddy," Bryce cracks a smile before placing the mask over his face. They are both dressed in all black BDU outfits with balaclavas to complete the ensemble. Bryce leads the way as they cautiously round the corner of the building, passing a storm drain pipe. As they survey the courtyard, there is very little cover and the shadows are sparse and not very dark. "This'll be fun," Bryce whispers arrogantly.
"Wait," Chuck places his hand on Bryce's shoulder and holds him back. "There are five bogies out here and with the minimal coverage, we're at a disadvantage," Chuck informs him because he knows Bryce always likes taking unnecessary risks.
"Bogies? Really?" Bryce deadpans with a smirk. "What is this? A flight simulator?"
Chuck shakes his head before he looks up and follows the drain pipe to see that it leads to a window on the second floor. "If we can climb the pipe, we'll already be on the second floor," Chuck informs Bryce who reluctantly looks up at Chuck.
"Splinter Cell it?" Bryce smirks under his mask. "Can you even climb that?" Bryce asks unsurely. Chuck can see the humor in his eyes.
"Shut up and climb," Chuck pushes him and he shimmies up it. Chuck follows him as he gets level with the window. Bryce carefully jumps the length and grips the windowsill. He carefully lifts himself to peek into the window. He peers into a dark room that is devoid of any life. He quietly opens the window and slithers in silently.
"It's clear," he informs Chuck over their ear piece communication radios. Chuck lets out a heavy breath before going for the jump. As he gets to the windowsill, his left hand loses grip and he feels himself start to fall as Bryce catches his hand. He helps pull Chuck into the window.
"Thanks buddy," Chuck whispers gratefully and Bryce responds with a reassuring nod. They both pull their pistols from their holsters and sneak up to the door of the window. Bryce turns the door knob with his left hand and creaks the door open so he can peek his eye out. The horizontal hallway is bright as it illuminates the room they're in from the ajar door. The room they're in is barren and thrashed with just a charred desk and a broken bookshelf.
After a few seconds, Bryce puts up his right hand with two fingers extended. Two hostiles, Chuck reads the hand signal. Breach and Clear. "Both three o' clock," Bryce whispers to Chuck. Bryce switches his hand signal to a thumbs up and Chuck assures him with a pat on the shoulder. He extends three fingers and Chuck carefully perches himself on his toes so he is ready to bust in the hallway. Bryce drops one finger, leaving two. Chuck grips his pistol tightly and wraps his left hand around the clip of the gun for extra stability and accuracy. Bryce drops the next finger leaving just one. Chuck lets out a long calming breath to cleanse himself of any nerves. Bryce drops the last finger and clenches his fist.
He quickly breaches by slipping into the hallway. Chuck is directly behind him as he quickly brings his gun to his hands and aims forward. They see the two enemies and Bryce quickly squeezes two shots and an instant later, Chuck squeezes off a shot. Chuck hesitates for half of a second and then fires a second shot in the same spot as his first one. It slipped his mind to always hit your enemy twice for reassurance. Bryce's shots were square into the chest of the enemy on the left while Chuck's hit true on the enemy to the right.
Both 'enemies' look at their chests and grunt in annoyance. They didn't expect Chuck and Bryce to come from that door so they were caught off-guard. The enemies sit down in the spot they were 'killed' in as they were instructed. "Sorry guys," Bryce whispers smugly. Chuck shakes his head in disbelief. Bryce is such a douche sometimes and a small smile forms on Chuck's lips just thinking about it.
Chuck quickly crunches the number of enemies left in his head. They slipped by the five in the courtyard. They took out two on the second floor. That leaves eight left but he doesn't know how many are on the first floor. He's guessing something like two or three because they would have more protection on the second floor than the first. At least that's what he would do.
Bryce and Chuck see two doors on the opposite side of the hallway from where they breached from. Bryce looks at Chuck with contemplation in his eyes. "You know me," Chuck jokes, "Mr. Indecisive."
Bryce lets out a small chuckle and takes the right which is farther away from the courtyard so that way the enemies wouldn't see them through any possible windows, which is quite smart now that Chuck thinks about it. The right door leads to another long hallway. This hallway is vacant and there is some broken glass along the edges. The emptiness can only mean a cluster of enemies are ahead for them. They follow the hallway for about thirty feet and get to a door. Bryce turns the doorknob but Chuck stops him with a pat on the shoulder.
He looks back at Chuck with a furrowed brow. Chuck grabs a shard of glass and Bryce immediately realizes what Chuck is thinking. Chuck hands Bryce the shard and Bryce uses the glass to look through the crease below the door. He immediately spots two enemies through the reflection. He puts up his hand to inform Chuck of the two enemies. "Twelve and two," he whispers the enemies' positions to Chuck. Chuck gives him the usual tap on the shoulder to inform him that he heard him and is ready.
Again, he puts his hand up with three extended fingers. Chuck goes through his usual ritual as he tightens his grip and lets out a long calming breath. Once Bryce clenches his fist, he quickly grips his pistol and bashes through the door. The semi-loud slam from the door startles the two enemies and both Bryce and Chuck quickly double tap the enemies in the chest. Chuck took out the guy at two o' clock while Bryce took out the guy at twelve o' clock. Chuck sees the paint spatter slowly drip down the enemies' chests and they drop their paintball guns and sit on the ground as if they were killed.
That's two more down. That leaves six unaccounted for and five outside in the courtyard, Chuck concludes. From this now empty room, there is only one door so again, Bryce uses the glass to look under. He finds a hallway with a single enemy. He motions to Chuck about the lone enemy and Chuck nods affirmatively. Bryce clasps the doorknob and Chuck readies his pistol aimed forward with two hands on the gun. Bryce nods his head. Three. He nods again. Two. He nods once more. One. Go!
The door opens and Chuck quickly locates the target and squeeze off two shots. Both paintballs impact and crater into the enemy's upper chest. The enemy looks down to see the pain splattered above her chest and she throws her arm in frustration before falling to the ground. "Sorry Jesse," Chuck whispers with a huge smile under his mask.
"You suck," she pouts quietly from her seated position on the floor. She knows she'd get in trouble if she talks too loud because she's supposed to be dead after all. She also knows Chuck's not sorry at all.
"Let's keep moving," Bryce grabs Chuck's arm and attention.
Chuck and Bryce walk through the fairly short hallway to a door at the end, passing a door to the left. The intel they were given said the flag should be in this room. Bryce uses the same shard of glass to peek under the door. Yet once again, he puts up how many enemies by his fingers, counting three. Not the greatest odds for the two of them. Bryce has always been the faster shot but Chuck's the more accurate shot. Bryce looks at Chuck, "I got ten and twelve. You get two. Remember, don't panic," a hint of humor seeps into the last line.
Chuck nods knowing exactly where the enemies' positions are. Chuck trusts Bryce completely. This time Chuck takes the door because Bryce has the tougher assignment. Chuck grasps the doorknob and scratches his head with the butt end of his pistol. Stupid itchy mask, Chuck admonishes as he relieves the itch. Chuck nods at Bryce and he nods back. He takes Chuck's usual spot as he tightens his fingers around the grip of his gun. Chuck nods again to insinuate a countdown. One last nod and Bryce is ready. He nods to Chuck and Chuck turns the doorknob and pushes the door open with his left hand while aiming his pistol in his right.
Six suppressed shots later, the three enemies see the paint on each other and sigh in frustration. Another perfect breach, Chuck smirks victoriously. The flag is perched upon a pedestal in the back corner of the room. They entered through the door on the right and there is another door on the left. Chuck quickly surveys the room for exits and those are the only two; where they came from and the other door. There are no windows and no air ducts to slip into. "Chuck," Bryce calls softly. "Grab the flag and I'll cover you."
"Got it," Chuck nods curtly before grabbing the flag and pocketing it. "Let's get out of here."
Bryce nods and then an instant later, alarms blare and the rooms start flashing red. "Shit," Bryce curses angrily.
"Really?" Chuck asks no one in particular as he rolls his eyes. That is just his luck. He should've pulled an Indiana Jones and replaced it with something of the same weight. Maybe it was pressure sensitive like in The Raiders of the Lost Ark.
"I'll go right. You go left," Bryce orders Chuck hastily.
Chuck nods before tensing up. Wait what? He wants to split up? "We need to stick together," Chuck retorts. Damn Bryce trying to show off and be the hero.
"I'll divert them from you and you'll get out successful," he hastily tells Chuck before heading through the door that is now on the right side while Chuck goes through the way they came.
"I hate you and your heroics," Chuck mutters with despair as he quickly rushes down the hallway where Jesse is grinning like a fool at Chuck with her tongue sticking out. "Screw you," Chuck quickly shoots her once in the arm. She scoffs as she grabs her arm, but cannot stifle the mirth in her expression. As Chuck makes it down the end of the hallway, he hear Bryce's voice crack in through the radio.
"I've got them funneled in the stairwell. How's it look on your side?" Bryce asks slightly out of breath.
"It's all clear on my end," Chuck informs him.
"That's good to hear," Bryce responds with a tinge of defeat in his voice. Chuck can hear his suppressed gun firing erratically and loud fire from the enemy's submachine paintball guns. Chuck knows Bryce isn't going to make it without Chuck's help. Chuck gets to the horizontal hallway that they found the first two enemies in instead of going through the door to the room they entered in, Chuck turns right and rounds his way back towards Bryce through the uncharted territory behind the door.
Chuck quickly opens it and sees an empty room. He quickly gets to the next door and busts through it. He sees three enemies firing their loud automatic submachine guns and quickly fires a shot into all three of their backs. They all feel it and look back at him. Chuck sees Bryce pop his head from the quarter wall behind the stairwell. Chuck smirks at him through the mask covering his face.
"Don't panic," Chuck quips as Bryce hurries to Chuck and grabs one of the automatic guns from the enemies. They run to the room they started in as all the enemies from the courtyard start rushing up the stairs.
"Thanks buddy," Bryce says while breathing heavily as they pass the room and get into the hallway.
"Don't thank me until we get out," Chuck says with the same labored breath as him. They enter the original room they started in and they look out the window. They don't have time to climb out and jump to the storm drain pipe so Chuck looks for the best place to land. There are two large dumpsters on the wall outside just a few feet to the left of the window. Chuck sits atop the windowsill Spiderman style and jump towards the dumpsters.
He lands on the top of the dumpster bending his knees at the perfect angle as they were trained; the plastic lid gives way a little bit as it wobbles. He quickly bounces off of it before he loses his balance and summersaults along the ground and quickly rolls out of it and stands on both his feet. He looks up to see Bryce at the windowsill. Bryce quickly mimics Chuck's actions and lands on the same dumpster. The extra strain causes fissures in the plastic lid, but it still holds him long enough to bounce off of it and land on his feet.
They both hurry to the same point they started, their extraction point, and bright lights shine down on them. "Great job trainees. You successfully recovered the objective and were able to escape successfully," A voice booms over the loudspeakers. Chuck pulls off his mask and smiles goofily at Bryce.
"Thanks for the save back there," he gives Chuck his due gratitude.
"No problem buddy," Chuck gives him a friendly pat on the shoulder.
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