In a black Dodge Charger on a suburb street were three people. Sarah Walker, the beautiful blonde, was widely regarded as a femme fatale by the greater espionage community. Roland Gomez, the one with a calculating gaze was the greatest unarmed combatant in the world, undisputed in the Espionage Games, four years in a row. The third was the man behind the wheel with curly brown hair and brown eyes looking across the street. Chuck Bartowski, relatively unknown to most people but he was the newest Agent in CIA history and now holds the record for being the Agent with the shortest active time before getting a Burn Notice. Behind them were two other cars a silver GMC Yukon Denali and a silver Cadillac DTS. The three in the Charger were gazing at white mansion.

"You sure this is the place?"

"Positive. She sent me a picture." Chuck said showing Roland his iPhone.

"What are we doing now?"

"Scoping the area out." Sarah said.

"We've been scoping for the last twenty minutes. Its time to go in."

"He's right." Chuck reached into the backseat and pulled out his shotgun. He cocked it.

"Did you really have to do that in the car?" Roland asked.

"I just like the sound of it! Who doesn't?" Roland laughed and got out. A moment later, Chuck and Sarah joined him. The others got out and the congregated around the GMC.

"Josh and Neil follow us in for the scope out. Nicole keep your earwig in and sit in the Charger. If any trouble breaks out you beat it and you others follow. When I give the say so, move in. Safety code is 'Hummingbird has nested'." Chuck said.

"Hummingbird has nested? Jesus Christ." Nicole scoffed. The others stared at her.

"Look. Its all I can come up with at this time, ok?"

"Its good Chuck." Josh said giving Nicole an obvious glance.

"Right, everybody locked?" nods and murmurs.

"Everybody loaded?" clicks answered him this time.

"Then let's roll out. Josh with me on the front door, you three go around the house." Chuck and Josh took the brick path whilst the others tried to be silent as dead leaves crunched under their shoes. Chuck glanced at Josh who nodded. He rung the doorbell, chimes sounded from within the house. There were footsteps and the door flew open, in an instant Chuck and Josh had their guns raised.

"Drop it. Drop it!" Chuck commanded the man holding a Glock. It took a moment to register he was speaking to an older version of the director in a dark blue V-neck jersey over a white shirt and brown slacks with brown leather shoes, his combed black hair was tinged with grey and his face was more distinguished but fierce brown eyes glared at them.

"My family won't go down fighting."

"Mr. Singh, we're friends of Hermione. Chuck Bartowski, that's me. We're supposed to meet with her."

"Prove it."

"What?"

"You're Chuck Bartowski."

"Sir, you're in no position to be making demands."

"Oh really? My daughter has a sniper on those three people out in the cars, my son and wife have your friends round back handled." And on cue, Sarah, Neil and Roland were prodded in from the back by a middle-aged man maybe a few years older than the Director with curly hair, he was fit and buff and a woman the same age as the Director's father, her wavy brown hair fell around her shoulders with a few strands of grey here and there. They both had guns pointed at their friends.

"How can I prove myself?"

"Who's your father?"

"Stephen Bartowski….oh. Orion." The man nodded.

"Girlfriend?"

"Don't have one."

"Shoot them." the Director's brother said.

"Hold on! Chuck!" Sarah said urgently.

"Oh. Uh Sarah Walker but we broke up."

"Shoot them!" the brother repeated.

"Hold on. Hermione said you'd be dead if you showed up here without Sarah. The way she and Sam spoke about you two-."

"Things happened ok?"

"Like what?" Roland asked.

"Like things! But it's me Chuck! Where's Hermione?! She can tell you!" everyone exchanged glances.

"She's missing."

"What?" Chuck asked after a moment of silence.

"She went to the store to get juice for the kids, three days ago. She hasn't come back."

"Crap." He sighed.

"What do we do Chuck?" Roland asked. He, Sarah and Neil still had their hands in the air.

"Did Hermione give you anything? In case she-."

"Of course. Hermione's nothing if not prepared."


The others now sat in the cozy wood-paneled living room of the Singh's Mansion. A fire roared behind them. Chuck was flipping through a manila folder as Roland started a DVD.

"Ok if you're watching this. I've been taken and that's probably not good," Hermione was on screen sitting in front of the TV they were watching at that moment, "Chuck, Sarah, Casey. I don't know much but I still have Agent's loyal to me and Sam in the company. Every bit of information we have is in this folder. From what I have gathered Morrison is stupid enough to keep a list of REAL agents. Fortunately he has two copies. One is on his hard drive, the man we got this intel from is dead, unrelated so it should still be there. The other is with him, its in a black briefcase, a plain manila folder. From what we know he keeps it with him at his house. That's a no go zone. He's guarded 24/7 and we have no friends on his security detail, which is pretty extensive. I suggest going into his office. Inside the folder you will find a detailed map drawn by Sam. He was briefed on every secret tunnel by Graham. These tunnels are known by Director's and Deputy Director's only. Because Morrison took the job by force and Bunter is dead and I obviously haven't said anything, we know he doesn't know about them, so they should be safe to use. I think you really need to get a few more people. The three of you can't handle this by yourselves. Get people you trust. You have to strike before he gets stronger before REAL gets any bigger. That's about all I can tell you," Hermione looked down and back up at the camera "I know you're probably going to try and find me. I don't want you to waste your time. Just get rid of these douche's and please make sure my kids are safe. Good luck guys, and the family is well stocked up on an armaments. All for you. God speed guys." The screen went blank. Everybody was silent.

"So…we're going to break into Langley."

"We're breaking into Langley and like it or not. We're saving Hermione Singh."

"Good. In that case, you'll be needing these." Sam's father said. The Singh family came in holding boxes and cases and put them on every available surface before opening them.

"Enough here to keep a regiment happy. And hopefully to help you break into the Agency. We've called every contact we have. She's not in any prison so we think we know where she is." The Director's father said, he walked forward taking the map and flipping the blueprints open he indicated something. The team stood and looked.

"The Boarding Cells? Those have been shut down. The President ordered it. Sam carried it out."

"Yes, but Morrison isn't playing by rules. Hermione's underneath Headquarters. And you guys have six entrances into Langely, four of which happen to go right next to The Boarding Cells."

"This is going to be fun." Josh grunted. Chuck turned and grinned.

"Immensely so."


Espionage Games. I'll be writing a oneshot about it once The Burn is finished.