A/N: Still don't own Chuck, nor make any $ from it.
Beckman and Casey were reentering the prison when all hell broke loose. There were guards running all over the place, and plenty of the Brass shouting orders and jamming the phone lines.
"Sargent! What the hell is going on?"
"Ma'am the prisoner just hung herself."
Beckman and Casey ran down to the holding area to find Sarah on a gurney with a crew attempting resuscitation.
"I got no pulse! BP dropping!"
One medic broke out the defibrillator as another started CPR.
"Clear," a medic called as he shocked her.
"Nothing. No pulse! Charging…Clear!"
They repeated the procedure and shocked her twice more, but to no avail. Sarah Walker was dead.
After 10 minutes they decided to terminate resuscitation actions.
"I call it. TOD 18:35hrs," the doctor said as he assessed the patient.
Beckman was still observing through the glass when she heard a rustling behind her.
"General Beckman. General Lassiter would like to meet I with you right now. I have orders to escort you to his office," an aid said as he came up behind her.
"Major see what you can find out," she said before she left to meet Corr.
"Yes ma'am," he said.
Beckman was taken to Lassiter's office and she could immediately see the man was not happy.
"What the hell happened Diane?"
"What do you mean? "
"Don't bullshit me! I have a dead traitor here...,"
Beckman silenced him by raising a finger to her lips, and taking out a signal jammer, which effectively jammed all surveillance for about 10 minutes.
"With all do respect sir, Agent Sarah Walker was no traitor!"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Use your head Ronald for something besides wearing your hat! Shaw, the supposed golden child, was pushed down my throat since the beginning! I tried to reassign him numerous times but the Goddamn DOD or the White House always blocked me. Whoever he got his information from was not Walker, and I will be damned if I let you label her as such in my presence. I lost a damn good person today and America lost a hero," Beckman said as her face flashed hot with anger.
Lassiter was taken aback as e had never seen her this angry before. He didn't always agree with her methods and assessment of things, but he recognized the dedication and conviction she had for the safety of this country. Losing two members of her team, including the intersect, was certainly stressing her, but the fire he saw in her eyes suggested something else. It looked to him like a sense of betrayal mixed with rage. He was a good judge of character and had known her long enough to know that her ideas were worth the risk.
"Ok. What have you got," he said.
Beckman laid out what they believed was happening, and of her discovery of Shaw. She didn't have all of the players, but she had a plan that could smoke everyone out of successful. Lassiter processed all the information before he spoke.
"You think she was hit from someone inside?"
"It's very possible. We have no idea how far up this goes," she replied.
Lassiter was angry. If what she was saying was correct, and the more he thought about it the more plausible it became, then they were all about ready to get a very nasty surprise. He took a deep calming breath and then looked directly at her.
"I can give you 36 hours. If you can't find the link by then, I'm going to officially have to lay all of this on you. I'm sorry Diane, but if what you say is true it might be the only way for us to keep them in the dark while we smoke them out," Lassiter said as Beckman drew his attention to the light beeping on the signal jammer, indicating an expiring battery.
"Understood sir. What about my request? I want to send the body to her parents. She deserves at least that much."
"Normally the bodies of those who commit treason are not released to next of kin, but given the circumstances I will release her remains to you," Lassiter replied.
"Thank you sir."
The dimly lit bar was a good place to be invisible. Ordinarily filled with day drinkers and those down on their luck, it provided a very nice place to disappear to.
The man at the end of the bar was mindlessly watching the local news when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He immediately got up and made his way to the bathroom, and after finding an empty stall, opened his phone.
A text message was scrambled on the screen, so he retrieved a piece of paper from his pocket and began to decipher the message. After a few minutes he looked at the message and chuckled.
SW mission off... killed herself. Operational go on JC and DB.
"That dumb bitch," Shaw remarked as he folded the paper and flushed it down the toilet.
Casey signed off on Sarah's body and loaded it in a van, then cautiously drove out of prison. He kept his speed low and checked for tails, but there were none. He continued east until he came to an old airport and drove to a hanger on the far end of the field where a guard recognize him and passed him through.
Casey coasted the van inside and stopped in the southeast corner directly in front of a brick wall. He waited for a brief second before the entire van descend into the ground. The elevator carried them down 50 feet to reveal a large white room filled with multiple computer screens and people milling about. As soon as their decent ended a team of technicians surrounded the van an opened it up.
"How long has she been out," someone called to Casey.
"45 minutes."
"God that's cutting it close! Make a hole! We need to bring the heart rate up fast," another one called before the whisked Sarah away to medical.
Casey was more then slightly concerned his partner wouldn't make it. When he and Sarah arranged this earlier he planted the med techs that would try to "resuscitate" Sarah in prison, but he never thought they would try to use a defibrillator. He was unsure of how her heart would react to the stress of being shocked, especially after taking the pill.
The pill was similar to a heavy sedative, which essential paralyzed her. After taking it she rigged a noose, but made sure to fix a safety line to her upper torso made from double braided shoelaces, thus distributing the weight to her trunk and not her neck. To anyone watching on surveillance it would appear that she hung herself, when in actuality she was safely supported by her upper shoulders. The effect of the pill would more then likely convince the admiral that it was a suicide and not an escape. Corr and Lassiter were cagey veterans, so they needed to throw him off their trail.
The first men on scene were the ones that Casey planted and stuck to the script that he gave them, the wild card was the doctor. Since only a doctor can pronounce a person dead, Casey relied on his men to successfully convince the doctor that she was indeed dead. When he checked her pulse, the drug kept it so well hidden and shallow that he could not detect it.
He was outside her room pacing until one of the techs came out and told him it was ok to come back.
Sarah was talking to one of the techs that was taking her vitals, but stopped as soon as she saw Casey.
"A defibrillator Casey," she said with slight annoyance.
"Sorry I didn't plan for that. Are you ok?"
"I few minor burns, but otherwise yeah I'm fine. Thanks for getting me out o there," she replied as she gave him a smile.
"No problem. I need to update Beckman," Casey said.
"Everything went as planned ma'am," Casey said to the computer screen.
"Good Major. How is agent Walker? Any ill effects from the retrieval."
Casey looked at Sarah loading her tactical bag with an assortment of very large knives, which she seemed to hold with a sense of reverence as she sheathed them before loading them up. She then put the charm bracelet that Chuck had given her, through a chain and wore it around her neck an under her body armor.
"No ma'am," Casey replied.
"Good any questions?"
"Yes ma'am, after we procure the information from Shaw, what would you like us to do with Shaw?"
Beckman stopped for a second as she thought of a reasonable reply. What does this man who has done so much damage really deserve she thought. A smile came to her face as she what needed to be done to him.
"Unleash Walker!"