The Colonel Vs. The Parson's Lawyer Chapter 4
Recap: When the Colonel returns from a mission, he finds that his fiance is right in the middle of a $3 million suit brought against her and the church. What Marcus Hamilton doesn't realize, his company, Wolfram and Hart, Inc., have found the wrong people to sue.
For a large man, when John Casey was on a mission, he moved purposefully and nearly silently, so when he clapped his large hand on Chuck's shoulder, as the younger man was sleeping at the Nerd Herd desk, Chuck gasped, and screamed his girly shriek. When he whipped around to see who it was, his casted leg hit the floor, and the Intersect shrieked again. Casey clapped his hand over the man's mouth, and leaned in.
"Shut it, Bartowski. I need you to flash on a name." He waited until the man nodded, and then he released Chuck's mouth. Casey leaned even closer and whispered, "Marcus Hamilton Coburn."
Chuck's body instantly jerked stiff, and his eyes went back into his head. His mouth flew open and he couldn't catch his breath. Suddenly, the Intersect flew his hands back, and his entire body shot away from his chair and into air. If it wasn't for the quick reflexes of the Marine behind him, Chuck would have collapsed on the floor. Chuck's body was jerking as if in a seizure, and Casey knew this truly was the mother of all flashes. He lowered Chuck to the floor, and searched for Morgan, who had awakened from Alex's arms when Chuck screamed. Big Mike also had run over, and then entire Buy More crew was staring down on the unconscious man. Casey lifted Chuck up easily in his arms, and Mike led the way to the home theater room. Mike's large bulk pushed several people aside, and he opened the door to the theater room and shut the blinds.
"John, do we need 911?" Mike asked while John was untying Chuck's tie, and checking pulse. Casey shook his head, and then looked up at the concerned black man.
"I'll handle it here, Mike. Just make sure the rest of the idiots here don't disturb us. And send Morgan in a.s.a.p."
"Understood, sir." Mike turned a perfect about face, and marched away, looking for Morgan, who appeared shortly in the doorway. Meanwhile Mike was blocked the way from Jeff and Lester who were laying bets as to what pharmaceutical recreation Chuck may have discovered.
"Get in and lock the door. Grimes. Get the General on the horn now." Casey found a damp cloth and laid it on Chuck's forehead, and watched the Intersect slowly wake up. Sudden, Chuck's hand shot out, and grabbed John's shirt front. Chuck's huge brown eyes were filled with tears, and he continued shaking slightly.
"Oh, God, dear God." Chuck breathed rapidly, and tried to focus in on Casey's face. "He's hell in a human body, John. Such hate, and vile revenge. His firm is a front for the largest Mafia family in the world, and he's the most important liaison they have. I see blood, and toxic gas and hundreds of innocent people dying and how in God's green earth do you know him?" Casey had his hand over Chuck's and was getting angrier every second as Chuck listed Hamilton's vices. Only the calm voice of General Beckman calling out from the video feed in the theater got Casey to rope in his rage.
"Colonel? Agent Grimes? What is the meaning of this call?" The General was trying to assess the body language of her team, and a flicker of concern passed over her face at the rage she saw in Casey and the terror she saw in Chuck.
Casey stood up and at attention instantly, and Morgan helped Chuck to sit up from the prone position. Chuck was rubbing his head, and blew his nose rather loudly when Morgan passed him a handkerchief.
"Ma'am, we have a situation you need to be aware of. Marcus Hamilton Coburn," Casey paused as Chuck once again flipped into a flash at the name, but he seemed to pull out of it better than the first flash at the name. However, Casey was amazed when the General stood suddenly, and braced her hands on her desk, peering harshly at the camera.
"That, Colonel, is a name that I wished never to hear again. How have you had the unfortunate luck to meet that s.o.b.?" General Beckman, normally calm in most situations, was tense and agitated.
"Hamilton...I refuse to drag my family's name through the manure...has brought a $3 million dollar suit against Parson Annie and her church on behalf of an architect the church fired for negligence and theft. Hamilton says his client is suing for defamation of character and libel, and Hamilton just showed up on the Parson's door step today." Casey kept his body perfectly straight, but his blue eyes were flashing in rage, and without showing anything, his gut was twisting inside. Chuck staggered up to the video feed, and gasped, "General, please allow us to help the Parson. She and the entire church is in danger just simply by being in the same room with that psychopath, and we need to go and help her."
"Bartowski, I lost ten good agents to that mad men. I do not wish to make these orders to go after Hamilton without long deliberation, and..." The General was interrupted by Chuck who pleaded with her.
"General, please, ma'am. I will do anything to help the parson, and to stand up to this freak."
The general stood tall, as tall as a 4 foot 8 inch woman could, and continued, ignoring the interruption.
"I do not take this mission lightly. You will have back up, you will go with every disposal of the N.S.A. And the C.I.A. At your beck and call, and Colonel Casey, you will make sure that Marcus Hamilton's body is returned to me for disposal. Do I make myself clear?"
"Perfectly." For the first time since the initial phone call with the Parson, Casey was smiling. He had not missed the General's reference to a dead Marcus Hamilton, and he prayed that he would be the one to help Parson get justice by killing Hamilton.
"Team, get Agent Walker and as the good Parson says, 'Vaya Con Dios'." The General punched the video feed off. And for a few minutes the theater was silent. A small knock was heard, and when Morgan opened the door, Big Mike poked his head in.
"John, Chuck, my boy, everything all right?" Mike assessed Chuck and nodded happily when he say the young man was back to normal.
"Mike, we need some more time off...I regret that we must leave rather shortly..." Casey was interrupted by the big man, who nodded his head, laughing.
"John, you really are not at liberty to tell me your true calling, but if you say you have to go, I believe you. Go with my blessings, and come back alive and safe. By the way, this only makes Jeff and Lester have to work overtime, and I like that very much." Mike laughed gleefully, and shut the door.
Meanwhile, Parson Annie was just about to gather her Bible and various papers to return to her apartment, when Terry, her secretary, informed her that the local deputy sheriff was on the phone.
Annie sat down at her office desk and picked up the extension.
"Tracy, how wonderful to hear from you. What can I do for you, Officer?" She smiled as she remembered the tall, young law enforcement officer that had helped the Colonel and the team take down Alexi Volkoff.
"Hello, Parson Annie. I have someone down here in the holding cell who says he knows you. At least he says he knew your husband, and that he is a cousin of John Coburn.
"Oh, I am sorry. I don't know of anyone else from my husband's family tree, Tracy. Though I have just been reintroduced to my first husband's brother by the name of Marcus Coburn." At that name, she heard the officer gulp.
"What? Hamilton is in town here? Man, I will need to tell my chief as soon as we get off the phone. Annie, don't let that man near you. He's a raging psychopath in Armani suits, ok?"
"Tracy, you are the second man who has warned me today. I got a call from Burbank, and the warning was the same." Tracy Gay knew the Colonel's true rank and location, and he caught on quickly to Annie's reference.
"The New Testament says two or more witnesses are needed to verify a claim, and you got two who know what this creep is capable of. Please be careful, Pastor."
"I shall, Tracy. Now tell me, who in the world, connected to me, is in your holding cell?"
"Well, he came in after being accused of assault and battery. Pretty interesting fellow. He is an airline security manager, and he has had only small offenses over the years. He got thrown into jail because he hauled off and hit the Mayor at the Ye Olde Saloon in your town, and broke three of the mayor's teeth."
Annie chuckled at the news. She knew the mayor and his tendency to be a little self centered. He really did need to be taken down a few notches, and she wondered what kind of man would have the guts to stand up to the local "good old boys" network.
"Anyway, he is posting bail himself, Annie, and has no place to go, so I'm sending him down to you. Is that ok?"
"That's fine, Tracy. Maybe I can find out how we are connected and see if one of my congregational members can put him up for the night. By the way, what is his name?
"His rap sheet says Jayne C. Cobrun, but he says his name is Jayne Cobb. And Parson, he's a hand full!"
Man, the Parson's life is getting rather complicated. Wait until David Dixon and Chad Shelten join in the fracus against Marcus. Marc in Armani will never be the same! Please review. Comments and criticisms are all welcomed.