Chapter 3 – An angel and the tramps.
Chuck watched as Sarah typed with enough force that he was surprised that her fingers did not break the keyboard - again.
He just stared at the lovely angelic form and even though he knew what she was capable of, and the wild psycho look in the beautiful blue orbs was shining bright and clear. Sarah had a few lines that if someone crossed them, then there would be hell on earth until she either made it right, or the person who crossed them was dead, or she was.
When he was looking through old video footage he came across the tape of when Sarah thought Shaw had killed him. She was willing to through her life away for revenge. That look in her eye's made Chuck's blood run cold. It was right after that that he nearly revealed himself to her. He came in to her room and gave her a kiss.
She had been given so much pain medication she did not waken. But the smile that came to her lips warmed his heart. Then he left.
He then popped two more pills and spoke to no one in particular. "She will really be my death."
"Maybe but it will be an interesting ride" Chuck jumped at the unexpected voice.
"Son, you have to slow down, or she will be the last of your worries. Your body simply cannot take all the flashing you are doing." Stephen Bartowski had stepped from the door he was leaning against and hesitated before he handed him a pair of sunglasses.
"This is what the FBI and Interpol have on Lerue and known accomplices. You were right; his 'death' and escape was planned by the Ring. But this thing about police benefits – well it simply does not make sense. And going after public schools – the ring prefers to keep to the shadows, so this seems way too open for them. Charles, there must be something else going on here. You know he's the one that…" Stephen stopped in midsentence. Neither one had spoken of that day since it happened.
Chuck typed away at his ipad "I hope so Dad, but you flashed on his psyche eval, the guy is just eleven items short of a dozen, not the sharpest hammer in the shed, a sandwich short of a picnic, a six pack shy of a carton, as thick as a whale omelette, a brick short of a retaining wall..."
"I get it Charles."
"Well, I'm hoping that it this whole thing isn't true, if for no other reason I don't want to see what that giant blond she-male will do to him, I mean you remember what that poor photographer did when he accidently stepped on that poor beagle's tail ."
The elder Bartowski shuddered. "Charles, really there was no proof that she was the one that did it."
"Dad. Please how many people do you know would dare knock someone out and hang them from the ceiling wearing nothing but a home made dog harness."
"Well Charles, I will grant you."
"Dad the photographer had a tag around his neck –'Casey' And those two were having a disagreement that week."
Orion nodded as he went out the door, he thought it better to change the subject.
"Someday Charles, Someday you have to realize that you can hide your heart forever, but not like what you've become in doing it. Maybe if you show her that someone loves and trusts her, she might start to lose the lifetime of bitterness. She's scared. So she does what she was trained to do, throw herself into the job."
Seeing that his words were having no effect on his son, he added "Trust me, the other thing is not that big of a problem, if you take precautions. I should know."
Steve looked at his son watching the monitor, ignoring the pleas he hope would knock some sense into him. "Anyways I have to finish checking the latest lead Casey sent over from the police. Please take two pills and wait twenty minutes before updating. I mean it Charles. You're no good to anyone for hours, if we need to reset the intersect."
Chuck zoomed in on Sarah's face. "I wish. It happened to you, it happened to Bryce. I love her too much to take that chance Dad. If…." He turned to noticed that his father has left the room. He sighed as he put on the sunglasses and the lens started glowing as the images started.
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Two ladies of the night walk into the Long Summer Motel. "Hey whose in charge of this fleabag?" The blond smacked her gum as she tried to get some response out of the pimply desk clerk with the bugged out eyes. In front of his desk were two models from the cover of a fashion magazine. The first one was a one tall redhead in a tight blue dress that looked like you could lose yourself in her well defined cleavage. The blonde that was talking was leaving over the desk in a very loose tank top. Both were wearing skirts that were smaller than the cloth that he was cleaning the desk with when they walked in.
"My friend asked you a question Sherlock, now she wants the answer." The redhead whispered in his ear as her breath tickled and he had to resist falling as his legs suddenly lost the strength to hold him up.
"Sam, take five. Who are you and we don't charge by the hour, so why don't you two hookers blow somewhere else." A large lady with a Cajun accent comes out the back and stood in front of the check- in desk, blocking the escaping Sam.
"You talking to us, dollface then show some respect." The blonde bent down to stare the newcomer in the face. "I heard that you're related to that scumbag Larue."
The manager produced a gun and aimed it straight at the redhead "Well then you know that my family is a little crazy, so why don't you two cops get out of here."
Without batting an eye, the redhead kicks the gun from the managers' hand and the blonde kicks her back into the front desk where the redhead grabs her throat before she falls.
"Now don't do something stupid like that again dollface. We are many things, but cops are not one of them, and if you suddenly lost some part of you, we would not lose sleep. Now we have personal business with that scumbag you call a brother, and I never forget a voice. That was him on the radio and let me tell you sister, he owes me."
The red head slaps her in the face with her free hand. The manager attempted to spit at the redhead. That would be the known as mistake #1
"STUPID! Don't bother to deny it, you're not that good of a liar. NOW WHERE IS THE SCUMBAG!" The redhead tightened her grip on the manager's throat and dragged her back into the office that she came from.
The manager collapsed into her chair and the redhead pulled handcuffs from her purse and cuffed the manager to the file cabinet. The model finished the process by placing some duct tape over her mouth. She just started searching the place when there was a knock at the door.
"Feds are camped out outside. The must be watching her, we have to get out. Now!" Came through the door.
The redhead took out a tranq gun and shot the manager and then finished the search of the office. When she was done, she headed out and noticed that the desk clerk was replaced by her partner.
"Well?" she said as the Carina threw her blonde wig into a duffle bag.
"She had bags packed in the office, three full automatics with a crap load of spare clips and it looks like a briefcase full of hotel money, but I didn't have time to get anything useful, except she had five unused cells, all burners I bet." Forrest said removing her red wig and looking around. "Where's the eye's?"
"At the end of the street. Not very good at it either." Alex points to the monitor behind the desk.
Pulling out a twenty she placed it in her hand, Carina cursed. "You were right, the clerk was the weak link. 'Sammie' said that she was planning to leave for the day at lunch, and that is in about ten minutes actually, so let's hustle. She told him to be on the lookout for a silver car. Apparently the driver has been meeting her every day this week. He thinks there is a family resemblance, but Flo in there apparently doesn't like personal questions." Carina pulled out a new black with with grey streaks.
She and Alex then pick out 'bag lady clothes' and started getting change. In two minutes they transform from two hookers with looks to kill into two hags that no one would even want on their street, let alone their bed. Carina passed over a bottle of scotch from underneath the counter. "This is so watered down that it's almost not worth grabbing."
"Well it completes the outfit." Alex heads for the side door "Where is the clerk?"
Carina smiled "Sammie is in the honeymoon suite, wearing nothing but boxers and a smile, oh and a pair of handcuffs. He 'passed' out at the thought of a freebie, I gave him a tranq to help him sleep until the cops arrive."
Placing a super ugly hat on her head she turned to the mirrored surface that made up a wall of the managers office. "Testing one, two, and three. Chuck can you hear me?"
"Load and clear, the camera and mic seem to be ok. Lovely outfit ladies, I'll be sure to take a screen capture and ask Casey put it on the bulletin board in the office ." Chuck's voice came from the two ear pieces the ladies were wearing.
After something that Chuck could swear was language not lady like, he asked the ladies take to take position outside the motel.
"OK ladies, Here's the scoop. Carina good job tapping into the hotel's security system. They have cameras on all four sides. We have tapped into the camera's from three other merchants on the front street. Oh Crap. Heads up! We have one ugly silver car coming in, ETA to the front door about three minutes. Wait a minute, someone's following it."
Forrest watched as a silver car drove by her and came up to a stop and waited in front of the hotel waiting for someone to come out. A black car passed both of them and came to a stop at the opposite corner.
"Ok, lets Alex stay where you are and keep eyes on the silver car. Carina, the black car at the end of the street, take a walk up and see if you can get me a picture of the driver." Chuck started zooming in on the driver of the silver car.
When Carina got closer, the driver started the engine and slowly pull out. Thinking quickly, she grabbed a rag and starts wiping the windshield.
"Beat it ya bum!" The driver screamed and pulled away and tore off down the street.
Chuck looking at Carina's hat feed flashed on the man behind the wheel and then device in his hand.
"OH CRAP! Hit the ground NOW!"
The silver car exploded into a huge ball of red flame.
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A/N
Yes I know, a cliffy.
I never claimed to be a nice guy.
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