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It wasn't as much as a room as it was a hall of squares and in the centre lay what seemed to be the Intersect. Chuck had an unsavoury feeling coursing through his veins as he ventured further through the door. He could hear a faint chuckle from Manuch and the other engineers as his face lit up with shock and amazement, but he couldn't help himself.
This kind of technology would cost millions and the fact that he was entrusted with its care made him feel like all those things he thought were mistakes was actually destiny knocking on his door.
Gosh, I need to stop thinking things like this. I sound like a chump, Chuck pondered.
He pulled out the tools that had been borrowed to him and cracked his knuckles out of habit, and began to figure out a solution that would result in a working intersect. Time passed, every second ticked away, as Chuck tried desperately to fix the computer.
To him it wasn't that hard, he was about 12 credits away from being a Stanford graduate and he majored in engineering, but the data was encrypted so that made it harder to dig deep into the files and find the glitch in the software that was causing it to malfunction.
While he was busy working, a man entered the room outside the intersect hall and stood there, watching Chuck as he tapped the absently tapped the screwdriver on his bottom lip, and scratching his curly hair in confusion.
The man didn't blame Chuck, he was its creator and even he couldn't find an explanation why the Intersect computer was faulty. If there was one person in the world capable of fixing the computer it was Charles Bartowski, Stanford drop out – well, throw out, and nice guy extraordinaire.
The young tech reminded him of himself when he was younger; keen, eager and scared as hell, it was somewhat of a nostalgic sight.
Sighing, he scanned the room and saw how invisible he was, no-one knew he was there. It was supposed to be that way, he was a trained agent and he could be standing on your foot and you still wouldn't recognise his presence.
But Chuck, he was smart. He turned and looked at the man and the man looked at him. No eye contact was made for the fact that the man had a pair of sunglasses shading his eyes, but it didn't even really matter.
Chuck knew in an instant that this man was important and the man himself couldn't understand why he was not visible to trained agents like Bryce Larkin, but he was to Chuck. he knew he had made the right choice when it came to the tall nerd, he had empathy for others and a kind heart, but had grown up with the hardships that others had never had to face.
Orion smiled a small smile, when he realised that when the Chuck fixed the Intersect, the boy would be the next hero. Something like out of the film Tron, that he and his own son used to watch years ago.
Yes, he thought, my decision has been made.
Chuck Bartowski is the one.
