Don't own Chuck
Chuck and Sarah heard what Alex said and they knew they had to think fast or the team was lost. But what could they do over three thousand miles away. Think Chuck your father built the intersect to help people and now your friends need your help more than ever. Then he flashed and it was a big one, the mother load. He saw the building plans of the motel they were staying in along with the ten notices from the public health department and two from the local fire warden threaten to close the fire trap then he got to the floor plans of their rooms. He knew what had to be done.
"Sarah I need for you to stand on the other side out of view and hand me a folder when I nod. Alex, pull out your piece and have it ready."
"But Chuck it's in my bag in the other room I don't think I have time to go get it. What do we do?" Chuck thought about reminding her about the thirty foot rule but this was not the time and he needed her focused.
"Oh Dude we're so dead," said Morgan about to panic.
"Morgan you're not helping," said Chuck. "Okay Alex go get your weapon but be quiet about it. Morgan sit at the monitor with your back to the door and don't move."
"But that's an open invitation for him to shoot me in the back of the head. You know this whole bullet magnet thing is getting old, fast."
"Morgan after you've been shot a few times you'll discover it's not so bad," said Chuck as Sarah smiled. "Especially by the ones you love. Okay Alex get a move on it, Morgan sit in place put in your earpiece so I can talk you through this."
Chuck held up a copy of the grainy photo they had taken of the men inside the SUV and flashed. Now he hoped that one of the men in the photo was the man coming through the door his whole plan depended on it. Chuck watched the door open slowly behind Morgan then a figure move in through the shadows.
"Morgan don't panic he's right behind you. Crap, I can't see his face move your head a little to the left." Naturally Morgan move his head in the wrong direction but it didn't matter Chuck caught a glimpse of the guy's face in a mirror then flashed. Chuck switch audio feeds so that he could talk to the intruder.
"'Soor dik yoil' Good evening Frank or should I call you Kazbek Kasboolat, Morgan can you please move so I can see our guest."
"Slowly and let me see your hands," said Frank as he covered Morgan with a supressed Makarov. Frank looked around for a moment trying to figure out where the voice was coming that knew his name.
"As-sa-lam-u `a-lay-kum Kazbek Kasboolat," said Chuck as he gave him a formal hello in his native Chechen language.
"Hahn tse hooh yu?" said Frank obviously taken aback that there was someone on a monitor who knew who he really was and was speaking his native language.
"My name is not important my dear Frank what is, is that I know who you are and where you come from. The dossier please," said Chuck to Sarah as she handed him the folder and smiled. "Thank you my dear."
"How is this possible? Who do you work for the CIA, the FSB?" asked Frank as he was visibly shaken going through a list of acronyms like a machine gun.
"Again you're asking questions that are not important. You really aren't very good at this game my friend. I've got all the names of your friends," said Chuck as he opened the empty folder and pretended to read them off. "You see I know them all and I know where they come from which means I know how to reach their families. Am I making myself clear?" Frank looked over at Morgan.
"No Frank, look back at me I'm the one you have to deal with. I'm the one who knows about your sister, what's her name?" said Chuck as he looked back at the empty folder.
"Busana," said Frank barely audible but enough for Chuck to hear him.
"Yes Busana, it's all right here. That means 'moon child' doesn't it," said Chuck as Frank nodded. "She has children."
"She has a baby girl," said Frank realizing that he was in trouble deep.
"Yes, Deshi I believe you call her," said Chuck and he knew from the look on Frank's face he had sunk his battleship.
"In the family but how do you know these things? Who are you," said Frank as he got angry. "Listen we've got your spy and these two." Frank stopped talking all of sudden as he realized that he was missing one looking around there was a loud gunshot and the monitor fell over going off.
"Morgan, talk to me," yelled Chuck. "Morgan, tell me what's going on." Chuck switched the audio back to Morgan's earpiece. "Morgan can you hear me little buddy tell us what's going on." Sarah walked over and put her arm around Chuck felt desperate as they feared the worst. Then the monitor came back on and Morgan switched the audio connections.
"We're all okay here but Frank isn't," said Morgan as he turned the camera to show Frank lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood. "Alex shot him when he turned on her with his gun in his hand."
"Alex," said Sarah "you have to put this out of your mind. Look the police will be there soon you need to grab what you can carry and run. Morgan, pat down Frank look for a phone or something he used to communicate with his boss with then go to Ladd. We'll coordinate an extraction team from here. Alex, are you listening to me?" Sarah was worried that Alex had frozen still in shock after killing Frank and the fact that she wasn't speaking seemed to confirm what she thought.
"Morgan, you've got to take point on this and run. You've got get out of there. You might have to shove Alex around but she has to react. This isn't the time to dwell on ethics. Morgan I know you can handle this, get it done and when you get to Ladd give us a call." They signed out.
"I knew she wasn't ready," said Chuck. "If she'd given me a little bit longer I could've turned Frank and used him against his own group but naturally she's Casey's daughter."
"Sweetie laying blame won't help them now and what does her being Casey's daughter have to do with anything?" said Sarah thinking that she was Jack's.
"She inherited an itchy trigger finger. I'm going to have to give you all lessons on the benefits of tranq guns."
"You can talk until you're blue in the face but there's a truism you're overlooking. One shot and they don't get to shoot you anymore. Just saying you never let a bad guy get away. By the way how did you know Frank had a sister who had a daughter and the kid's name? It's not in the intersect."
"Actually I didn't but Chechens have large families so there was bound to be a sister. I never said he had one I said 'I'm the one who knows about your sister, what's her name?' then looked in the folder so I had him confirm there was a sister and her name. Most Chechens marry young so I guessed she had to have a baby by now and about the name. I have no idea what her name was but he was blond and so was his mother and father so I figured it was a hereditary trait. So the baby was probably blond but the word Deshi means gold or golden which could be something nice they called the baby in the family which made it sound like I knew them intimately."
"Don't take this the wrong way but you're getting too good at this job. You'd be a good interrogator or a bad one depending on which side of the table the other person was sitting."
"The only question I wanted to know from you was one you answered when I asked you if you loved me. That's all I need to know from you," said Chuck as he kissed her.
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Perry's SUV pulled into the restricted area of the airport driving through two check points making their way carefully through the fresh snow to the Antonov. Perry's gang offloaded the vehicle and began loading preparing for take-off.
"You guys need to hurry up," said Ivan, "I need to get this thing up before tower control closes down the runway then we're in the muck here. John can you come with me and help me run through pre-flights."
"Ivan no, take your co-pilot I'm going to need all my men back here with me," said the Captain as he looked straight into Ivan's eyes like he was daring him to argue. Ivan didn't like look, he knew something was wrong.
"Sorry John maybe you can come up and teach me how you landed our plane. I was kind of out of it," said Ivan trying every way he knew to give Casey a heads up without looking obvious.
"Ivan don't you have things to do so go on up to the cockpit?" said Perry. "I thought you were in a hurry to get us out of here?"
"Yeah, yeah got to go," said Ivan as he glanced back at John. "I'm really sorry." But one of Perry's men shoved him along. Just then Casey felt his phone vibrate a text message. He already knew something was up by the way Ivan was acting so he tried to read it discreetly.
"Is there something wrong," said Perry. He had sent Ivan on now he could turn his attention back to Casey.
"No just a guy I used to work with bothering me, looking for work," said Casey. "Bartowski I could strangle you for texting me now." He muttered to himself then he read the message. 'Run your cover's blown.' That was when John understood why Frank hadn't come back and why Ivan was acting odd.
"Maybe I can give him a job too. Let me have his number," said Perry as he reached out for Casey's phone.
"No the guy's just a pain you wouldn't want him on your team take my word for it," said John as he backed towards exit.
"But I insist," said Perry as he drew his weapon holding it down by his side. Casey noticed Perry's men trying to circle him.
"Well if you insist," said Casey. He pulled it out of his pocket but as he handed to the Captain he dropped it. As everyone looked down Casey turned and bolt out the exit. The only problem was they were inside the cargo hold, two decks up so when he went out he fell the equivalent of three floors.
"Crap after him," yelled Perry as he went to the exit but they only saw Casey limping off in the snow. Perry fired but missed as he ran behind some hangars.
"Do you want us to go after him," asked one of his men as they were trying to judge the distance down and if the snow would cushion their fall.
"No, no doesn't matter anyway we just need to get up in the air. He doesn't know where we're going. I'll text Frank to handle him."
"What do you want to do about Ivan? He was his friend after all and he recommended him," said one of the men.
"Ivan needs this gig too and he's a practical man but if he gives us trouble once we're done we really won't need him anymore. Terrible thing plane crashes hard to identify the remains."
Casey had only one thought as he limped through the hangars; he had to get back to Alex and Morgan. He made his way past the gates they had driven through. He couldn't risk raising the alarm with the gate guards they were almost certainly on Perry's payroll. Casey hobbled out into the road looking for a late model car to hotwire as the snow came down. But today was John's lucky day, he saw a man pull up in a Dodge truck and park in a tow zone. The driver evidently wasn't going to be long because he left the engine running. As soon as the man went inside Casey jumped in dropped it into drive and took off.
The pain in his leg was starting to hurt. He knew he probably had a fracture but there was nothing he could do about it. His only thoughts were to get to Alex as quickly as he could. He almost went sideways coming around a corner in the snow. The pain went from a low throb to a sharp stab from a three to an eight on the ten scale and increasing. It was getting so bad that it was beginning to impair his ability to drive but he had to go on.
Finally he got back to the motel bar; he didn't know he just got there. Getting out he noticed two black SUVs with men wearing black suits and earpieces floating outside. He drew his Sig and went into combat mode barely able to stand he made his way across the parking lot with his weapon raised at the men ready to take as many as he could with him.
"Hold on," yelled one of the men in black. "Guys be cool. Colonel Casey put your weapon down. My name is Agent Thompson we're out of the office at Adak. Agent Carmichael called us in for respond and clean up." Just then a stretcher came out with a body on it.
"Clean up! Out of my way my daughter's in there," said Casey as he tried to push his way through.
"Calm down Colonel if your daughter is a thirty-five year old Chechen that went by the name Frank then that's your daughter on the stretcher but other than him there's no one else here."
"Leave the quips to me," said Casey as he collapsed in the snow. The snow was cool and he felt hot. It felt wonderfully numbing, everything went numb then slowly he closed his eyes and he went out.
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Morgan and Alex made their way across town. The snow was starting to come down harder and the size of the flakes even seemed bigger. It was coming down so hard that the flakes were actually making an audible noise as the struck the ground.
"Come on Morgan you've got to keep up. I know it's cold, I feel it too but we can't think about it. We have to keep on going."
"I'm glad you're doing better but can we rethink this plan somehow it just doesn't seem safe and it's not what we were told to do."
"I know this is not what Chuck and Sarah told us to do but it's what they would do. My Dad's in trouble and we have to save him. The airfield should be just up ahead. Follow me Morgan," said Alex as she jumped in the back of a service vehicle that was driving through the gate. They were in.
"Now what?" said Morgan but he knew that when Alex put her mind made up to something there was no stopping her and in this she was like her father.
"Now we make it to that Russian plane Dad saw when we flew in and search it to see if he's on board."
"You mean that one the one that's pulling up on the flight line," said Morgan as he pointed out the Antonov starting to roll down the tarmac. "What do we do now?"
"Come on we're going to follow them," said Alex as she went over to where the Cessnas were parked.
"Are you sure about this," said Morgan coming to grips with his phobia and realizing it was the girl or his fears.
"Morgan if you want you can stay behind but I'm going. Pull out the chocks from the tires," said Alex as she got the plane prep'd. Inside she took a screwdriver jamming it into the ignition switch serving as the key then she primer the engine before starting up, pushing in on the throttle to regulate the gas. Just then the door opened up and Morgan climbed in.
"If we're going to die we'll die together. I love you Alex," said Morgan. "But if at all possible I'd like to live another day to tell you I love you again."
"I'd like that too," said Alex as she began rolling out. Needless to say the air traffic controller in the tower tried to stop her.
"Tower control to Cessna aircraft invading the flight line stop what you're doing and wait for instructions. Cessna aircraft you are in violation of FAA regulations stop and await instructions." But at this point it was obvious Alex wasn't going to stop. The Tower dispatched emergency vehicles to try and force her to stop but at the same time they cleared aircraft from her path. Because of the snow they were unable to get to her before she lifted off. In her waked she left a string of emergency response vehicles sliding across the tarmac. Once up they started their hunt for the Antonov and shortly after take-off Morgan's phone began to ring.
"It's Chuck, what do I tell him? They're going to be mad at us."
"I don't know Morgan I'm kind of busy here. Just put him on speaker and we'll talk to him together," said Alex as she looked over at him. "You know I know it took a lot of courage to get in this plane with me, especially the way you feel about flying."
"I did it for you and you know what, I'd do it again," said Morgan as his phone continued to ring."
"You'd better get that so we can see just how pissed off every one is at us, said Alex so Morgan answered.
"Chuck, how are things back in Burbank. Here they're really cool but I guess you know that already. Hey, how about a slushy when we get back?"
"Cut it Morgan," said Chuck. "I just got off the line with General Beckman with whom I assured her that you guys wouldn't be crazy enough to steal a Cessna and fly off in a blizzard."
"But Chuck we're following Captain Perry and his men on an Antonov. They took off just before we did and they've got Dad. Chuck his cover is blown I had to do something. Leave no man behind. I thought you'd understand." Chuck dropped his head and banged it on the desk. He understood Alex quite well but he'd hoped she'd learned from his mistakes, not followed them.
"Let me Sweetie," said Sarah as she cut in. "Alex, Casey is safe back at Ladd so you can stand down and turn around. Everything is going to be fine."
"Negative this group has got the lead on us. If you guide me we can beat them to the satellite and retrieve the data module before they do this is my mission and we're going to see it through."
"No, no, no it's too dangerous," said Chuck, "forget it we'll send in a drone strike and just blow the thing up before they can get it."
"But you have to know where it's at and you can't guarantee that they won't be able to recover the data anyway. It survived re-entry." Alex had a point and Chuck could see they weren't going to be able to change Alex's mind.
Back in Burbank…
"Crap," said Chuck as he got up and walked around the conference room. He had to control himself before he said something he didn't want to.
"You know she's right," said Sarah as she sat down in front of the monitor. "Okay Alex but if we do this you need to check in more often. I want at least every half hour. Chuck where's the Antonov in relation to them." Chuck went over to another computer and pulled down an IR scan of their area to find them and the Antonov through the snow storm.
"Alex they're twelve miles off your ten o'clock heading southeast. Listen don't get too close or he'll see you on his radar. I'll have you do some course corrections so they won't know you're following them. Turn on your radio I'll broadcast to you straight through it and save your phone battery."
"So you'll be my Tower Control?" said Alex into her mic after she sync'd frequencies with Chuck.
"Roger that Cessna Alpha One Echo X-ray," said Chuck as Sarah smiled and kissed him.
"Roger Tower Control I like that."