Chuck vs. Splinter Cell I do not own splinter cell or Chuck
AN: Loved the review, so glad people actually helped me and did my job for me (Snickers evilly). The winner is (Drum beat) CHARAH. Even though it won, I'm still not going into the Charah ark right away... unless you want a moment like this:
Chuck turned around and found Sarah behind him.
"Well Grim... it's been fun" Both Chuck and Sarah skipped away in a field of random flowers, to live happily ever after.
AWWW that was horrible anyway Enjoy the new chapter.
SPECIAL THANKS TO Elysion1879, AWESOME BETA WORK. (He's back from vacation... lazy ass lol)
SPECIAL THANKS TO enz8, FOR BEING MY TECHNICAL/TACTICAL BETA.
AND FINALLY THANKS TO ALL VIEWERS.
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Burbank, LA, Casa Bartowski
1 week after Mothers day.
Grim took another blow as she flew to the ground. Emily lay bleeding profusely next to the coffee table. Her father stood over her while looking at her, his drunken gaze full of anger. Grim tried to move but he kicked her yet again.
"D-dad p-p-please s-stop" her voice was hoarse. A chuckle was heard in response. She looked up and found herself looking at Chuck. Tears streamed down her face as she begun to shake.
"What do you thinks going to happen when I get drunk?" The image of Chuck laughs. " I'll probably beat you to death like your sister." He looked over at Emily and Grim tried to scream as Chuck approached her. He pulled her up by the head of her hair.
"P-Please d-d-don't do th-this Chuck I-I L-Love You" He smiled sadistically as he looked at Emily. He snapped her neck and threw her to the ground. Emily's eyes had tears in them.
"You're pathetic" He pulled her up and looked into her eyes. She saw the severe hatred dancing in his eyes and it scared her. She saw Ellie appear behind him smiling.
"Did you really believe that I liked you? I don't support anything about your relationship" Ellie said with a laugh. She then felt the cold blade of a knife pressed against her neck. She looked at Chuck but instead found the dark silhouette of his Splinter Cell suit with the three green lights of the night vision goggles on his face.
"Night Night..."
Grim darted up; sweat lathered her body and her eyes wide. Chuck darted up next and looked at his girlfriend. He placed a hand on her back but soon felt Grim's fist make contact with his face; throwing him back off the bed. Blood poured down his face from both nostrils. Chuck's faced showed confusion, while Grim on the other hand took on a looked hysterical.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" She darted for the door but Chuck was quicker. He grabbed her and pulled her into a hug.
"Calm down. Talk to me." Grim struggled slightly as she hit his chest, but after a minute she started to cry into his shoulder. He hummed the same tune in her ear; he did at the grave stone which calmed her down.
"I (sniffle) dreamed you beat me and killed me and my sister, and Ellie, oh god Ellie said she didn't like our relationship at all and... it (sob) it was just horrible." Chucks eye widened as she trembled in his arms.
"I... I would never do that in a million years." She still shook in his arms but started to calm down. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Seems like I broke the invincible Splinter Cells nose" Grim said teasingly.
Chuck laughed lightly as he gave her a peck on the lips.
"In your drea... I love you." Chuck said as he quickly realized his error and attempted to correct it.
She let out a small laugh. "Can we just sit here for a while?"
Chuck nodded happily, and pulled her towards him tightly.
-X-
Burbank, LA, Castle
Chuck sat in at the metal table that he had grown accustom to while being a NSA/CIA asset. He took a swig of his drink as Grim did her usual typing on the Computer which brought up Lambert's face with what could be described as a Chuck smile.
"Lambert...trying to beat me at smiling, hah...well you sir, are on!" Chuck let his best smile out, which Lambert laughed at along with Grim.
"Agents, good job, I'm very impressed, you completed every task last mission with no dead Agents, but we have another Team Shaw mission."
"Thank you, my smiling brother... WHAT, god damn it! NO!"
Lambert shook his head in amusement.
"I'm kidding"
Chuck breathed a sigh of relief. Lambert let out a small laugh before speaking.
"Now to business"
A picture of a middle aged man, in a green field army uniform pops up
"The Premier of Costa Gravas, Goya had a heart attack a week ago. Well when this happened we immediately intercepted his charts. According to our experts, the heart attack was caused by an ingested poison. We believe that this is the work of a specific Ring assassin, due to the poison, Botulinum that was used."
Lambert pauses as a picture of the assassin pops up on screen.
"The Premier is throwing a gala this upcoming Saturday. I know it's not the usual mission we have you on but we need you and Agent Grim to get into it and watch over him. It's his last night here so it is top priority that he survives. The building is technically on Costa Gravas soil, so if you're caught we will take no claim to you. Also no weapons are allowed on this mission and there can be no confirmed kills, unless absolutely necessary."
Chuck nodded as he tried thinking of ways to get in and then it hit him. "Devon and Ellie were invited to the gala."
"Ask Mr Woodcomb if it would be 'ok' for him to ask for two extra tickets."
Chuck smiled. "It would mean a lot more if you did it"
Lambert smiled again. "Go fetch Mr Woodcomb"
"Yes, sir."
Chuck smiled at Grim and ran out of the room, and headed down the hallway to his apartment.
Lambert looked at Grim awkwardly. They hadn't talked alone in a long time. "Grim."
"... Lambert"
An annoyed voice rang out from down the hallway.
"CHUCK!"they both laughed slightly.
-X-
Chuck walked up to Devon's door and knocked. A few minutes later Devon answered the door with his usual attire on.
"Devon... what happened to your shirt?"
"I was sleeping, bro."
"Oh, ok...anyway, someone wants to talk to you."
"Who?"
Chuck raised an eyebrow. "My boss"
-X-
Chuck walked into Castle with Devon close at his heels.
Devon smiled as he spoke. "Whoa this place is... awesome."
Lambert spoke startling Devon "It is, isn't it? top of the line NSA. I bet Beckman wishes she hadn't given it to me."
Devon looked at Lambert with amazement before saluting. "Sir!"
Lambert let out a loud laugh. "Calm down Mr Woodcomb, I don't require you to kiss my ass like a certain 54 year old General with a stick up her ass."
Chuck laughed from his usual place at the meeting table.
"Mr Woodcomb, your country needs you, we need you to help Chuck and Grim get into the Premier's Gala."
Devon smiled. "So I'm an agent now?"
"Yes Mr. Woodcomb, for this operation you are."
Devon smiled. "It would be an honour."
"Good. Dr. Woodcomb, could you start working on that now? We have a phone out in the back." Devon stuck up his thumb as he went to the back.
"Thank you, this will make him happy" Chuck said after Devon left the room.
Lambert chuckled.
"Well he is helping us out, now there's some more stuff I'd like to discuss with you"
Lambert takes a giant breath
"He's cracked, Price broke yesterday 0600 hours, Ring and Fulcrum have an intersect machine, they were built by an American named Manoosh Depak, it seems that he built a pair of glasses that used the new feature of intersect 2.0, with the help of the Ring, the glasses downloaded different combat moves into the person who wears it, they forced him to make an intersect for both groups, after which they took his plans and then killed him. Price was the second person to be uploaded with their Intersect while a man named Blackbriar was the first, he didn't know who Blackbriar actually is, what he did know is that this person had control over the flashes, so we can't simply watch for a person to flash, now, that code you sent me leads me to some bad news, we made Price flash on it and then he told us what he saw
Apparently The Shop is going through negotiations to join up with Fulcrum and Ring, from what Price told us - we figure that it will end with them joining. Now onto the previous mission, Team Shaw has been momentarily disbanded. They are all on desk duty while they attend team seminars, in the past they had been having trouble getting missions completed and then add on the horrible past two missions...I believe Beckman said that in three months she would see if they can be used as a team."
Chuck let out a laugh which led to Grim joining in. Lambert wasn't above having an amused smirk while he continued. "Anyway, the Intel states that there mission in Russia was to aid in the retrieval of a chemical agent known as Novichok-5 (*1) which is the world's most deadly chemical agent might I add, it is a powder-like nerve agent, acetylcholine inhibitor (*2). It causes heart failure and deformities... but I digress, the second part of their posting in Russia was to help with the removal of a Russian branch of, 'The Shop' that is suspected to have stolen the Novichok-5. Now there Intel also states that... the arms deal we sat in on contained a crate of Novichok-5"
Chuck interrupted. "So you're saying that 'The Shop' has most likely joined Fulcrum and The Ring, fuck this just became ugly, what are we going to do about this Novichok shit?"
Lambert gave a slight frown. "Nothing, we have no leads at the moment, our only mission is to keep the Premier alive and Agent Fisher as soon as we have something you'll be sent out. I promise."
Chuck nodded.
Devon walked into the room smiling.
"Everything is set." Lambert looked over at Devon.
"Good job. You all have your mission, good luck." Lambert looked at them one more time before the screen went black.
Chuck took out his cell phone and dialled a number. I knew this number would come in handy some day.
"Who are you calling?" Grim inquired.
"Payback for 2 years of being messed with" Was all he said with a smile as he hit the speaker button on his phone.
-X-
Washington, D.C, NSA headquarters.
Casey looked at his desk with a frown, his body had healed up but they still placed him behind a desk for a punishment. It pissed him off. Then there was the fact that he got his ass kicked horribly by some prick that he barely landed a blow on. His phone rang and brought him out of his musings, he grunted in embarrassment and anger... mostly anger. He picked up the phone.
"General Beckman's office... yes sir, please hold." Casey hit the extension number so he could be patched through to Beckman.
She answered after a few beeps. "Yes"
"I have a call for you from... (Reads from card) the stick in your ass." Casey's tired mind caught up with him. His eyes widened and then narrowed.
"Excuse me, Mister Casey?" asked Beckman, with anger evident in her voice.
"One second, Ma'am." Casey clicked back over to the other line.
"You son of a bitch! I'll kill you. You think you're funny? Well you won't think so when I make you eat your own balls." He heard snickering on the other end.
Oh yah think you're so smart huh
He hit the tracking button and watched as it isolated a signal.
A- ha! It's a block down the road from here.
"I'll see you little bastards in a minute." Casey yelled into his phone as he threw on his coat and told Beckman about a fake doctor's appointment. He ran to his crown Vic and took off.
-X-
Grim laughed as she leant against the conference table. Devon was laughing as well and Chuck wore a Bartowski grin. Grim spoke first. "You know that he probably tracked the phone signal right?"
"Actually I bounced my phone signal off of someone else's phone. Oh and Casey won't like who it is." Chuck says cheekily.
"Come on let's go and get our preparations done for Saturday." Chuck said as he rose from his seat. Devon spoke after a few seconds.
"You're an awesome spy, bro!" Devon lifts his fist up for a bump, which Chuck returns as they walk out of the room.
-X-
The Crown Vic screeched to a halt and Casey jumps out of the car. He runs up the stairs, ignoring everything and kicks the door open, pistol ready.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER, WHO DO YOU THINK YO-" he looks around and finds, children and parents staring at him. He quickly puts the gun away. He notices a sign and reads it.
Chucky Cheese... God Damn it
-X-
Saturday-LA
"Grim you look stunning!" squealed Ellie as she looked Grim over. The red head had on a black dress that showed off just the right amount of back and showed just enough cleavage. She smiled as she complimented Ellie. Chuck just smiled and shook hands with Devon.
"Are you ready?" whispers Devon.
"Yeah. Look out for anything strange and report it to me, just make sure my sister is safe. That is your primary concern Devon, your mission if you will." Chuck said in a stern voice, leaving no room for Devon misunderstanding or deviating.
Devon's smile faltered slightly as he nodded and made his way over to Ellie.
Grim walked over to Chuck. "Are you sure we should keep Devon out of the loop?"
"Yes, he's a good man, and loves my sister, I will not have him doing anything major besides looking around... also if... this goes wrong get Ellie and him out right away."
Grim smiled. "You have my word." they were interrupted by a happy squeal from Ellie.
"He sent a limo... YAY!"
Chuck shook his head as he chuckled.
"Come on" he grabbed Grim's hand and led her to the limo.
-X-
Chuck exited the limo and helped Ellie and Grim out. He immediately took in his surroundings, starting with looking down the red carpet towards the giant building. The building looked amazing. Ellie obviously thought the same as she let loose a little squeal of delight. The four people made their way in to the gala, only being stopped by one guard on the way. They entered in and looked over the floor. People were dancing in the middle, under a giant chandelier, while people stood on the outside eating and mingling. The Premier stood on a small stage, next to the dance area. He looked at Devon and smiled, as he ushered the group over.
"Hello, Devon, Ellie aww and this must be your brother, Chuck and his girlfriend, Grim, yes?"
Chuck nodded as he shook hand with the premier.
"And such a beautiful companion Mr Bartowski" Grim smiled politely and accepted the kiss on the hand like Ellie had when they came over. Chuck looked around and couldn't see the assassin, but he did notice a protester, as he placed an egg in his pocket. Chuck looked around the room, yet again and found a bathroom. He poked at Grim and nodded towards the washroom. He excused himself and made his way over and entered. He placed on a ski mask as he shut and locked the door and removed his tuxedo and tie, leaving him in a white dress shirt, with the top buttons undone. Then he placed his phone on the toilet seat after which he made his way over to a window, opened it before kicking out the screen and climbing out.
He shimmied along the outside leg until he reached another ledge 6 meters above him, 12 meters above him is a third floor window. He pushed himself up and grabbed onto the new ledge. He took a deep breath before jumping up and grabbing the window ledge. Chuck pulled the window open but had to drop down 6 meters to the ledge below, as a guard walked over to the window. He pulled out a cigar and began smoking.
I'm about to cry... yet again with the smoking
Suddenly Chuck felt a burning sensation on the back of his neck. He bit his tongue hard at an attempt to stop from making noise; as a result of biting he felt the taste of copper enter his mouth. He placed his hand on the back of his neck as he ignored the pain in his tongue. He felt bits of what he guessed were the end of the cigar. His neck was hot and started to blister. Chuck looked up just as more cigar ash was making its way down to him and landed on the corner of his eye. He quickly wiped it off, leaving no scars or burns and moved more to the left on the ledge. He watched for the next minute as the man sucked on his cigar.
Screw it...
Chuck pulled himself up to the window ledge and looked at the shocked guards.
"I wouldn't get off with the whole I was looking for the bathroom speech would I?" asked Chuck as he grabbed the back of the green wearing soldier's head and slammed it off the window seal. The man stumbled back and Chuck jumped in and gave a sharp side kick to the face, breaking his jaw and knocking him unconscious. The soldier hit the ground. Hard. Chuck dragged him into a closet and continued down the dark hallway. The dead silence helped Chuck think clearly, rather than scare him. He turned to his left and found a man sitting by a door, sleeping. Chuck walked up and got behind him before pulling him up into a head lock. The man suppressed a yell in surprise as he was jolted from sleep.
(An: Next part can get a bit confusing, conversation in regular writing is what's being said, while the italics is its English meaning. Italics will be right under the words it goes with. Also if (^1) beside a line means Chuck is saying, while (^2) is corporal)
(^1) "No se preocupe, no voy a lastimarlo"
"Don't worry; I'm not going to hurt you"
(^2) "Q-qué es esto… espere, ésto debe ser un ejercicio de entrenamiento"
"Wh-what is this... wait is this a training exercise" Chuck let out an angry sigh. He pressed his hand against his ear, even thought there is no earpiece.
(^1) "Maldición… Control, este individuo sabe que esto es un ejercicio de entrenamiento, ¿quien dejo salir el gato de la bolsa?"
"Damn... support this guy knows it's an exercise, who let the cat out of the bag" Said Chuck in mock frustration.
(^2) "Ha, lo sabía"
"Ha, I knew it"
(^1) "Entendido... yah… ayudame amigo, nombre, rango y numero de serie"
"Roger that... yah... Give me a hand here pal, name, rank and number"
(^2) "Soldado Jove Callia, 9921"
"Corpral Jove Callia, 9921" Chuck smiled.
(^1) "¿Y no vas a decirme nada más, verdad?"
"And you're not going to tell me anything else, are you?"
(^2) "No señor"
"No, Sir" responded the corporal in a whisper. Chuck wanted to laugh at the naivety of the soldier but shrugged it off.
(^1) "Buen Chico"
"Good boy" Chuck made a nose as he placed his hands on his ear. The corporal turned a bit and looked at him but Chuck made him turn around.
(^1) "De acuerdo, quieren que me mueva hacia el siguiente… Yah… comprendo… huh ... Esta bien, preguntaré. El comando quiere saber cuantos quedan en este piso"
"Alright, want me to move on to the next one... Yah... roger... huh... ok I'll ask, command wants to know how many are left on this floor"
"Cinco más señor, a menos que usted ya se haya encargado de mi compañero, le gusta fumar por la ventana"
"Five more sir, unless you already got my partner, he likes to smoke by the window"
"Bueno... dismissed"
"Good dismissed"
Chuck placed his knife away as the man realised the new language that had been spoken. Chuck quickly pulled his victims neck tighter, cutting off the air passage. Soon the man slumped in his arms and he dragged him to the same closet as his buddies before placing him in there. He turned to his right and walked to a corner and found two men with AKMSU'S. Chuck stepped on a shard of glass as he moved his foot into a comfortable position. One of the guars look in his direction.
"¿Qué es esto?"
"What was that?"
"Probablemente nada, tan solo dejalo"
"Probably nothing, just leave it alone"
"Lo comprobaré"
"I'm checking it out"
Chuck heard footsteps and placed one foot on the wall to his left and the other foot to the right wall. He pushed himself up until he stood in a split like state above the ground. The investigator walked around and stood under Chuck. He flashed a light around. After a few minutes he turned around and made his way back to the other soldier.
"Te lo dije"
"Told you"
"...cállate"
"…Shut up"
The soldier made his way back down the hall and regrouped with his partner before turning left. Chuck let go of the wall and fell to the ground. His legs groaned in pain at the fact they were now being moved. He stretched them out and looked around the corner. Finding it empty he followed their path down the hallway but instead of taking a left or right he observed the turns. Left lead to an illuminated room, while the right one went to a dark room.
I'm thinking... light
He walked to the door and opened it a slight crack. Inside stood the two guards from in the hallway and two guards sat at a security system.
And Chuck behind door 1 waits... 4 (sighs) heavily armed security guards... woohoo?
Chuck slowly opened the door and stayed along the wall. He looked at the large cabinet behind the too standing guards. He quickly pulled himself on it and waited...
-X-
"Grim, I'm going to check on my brother"
"Ellie, I'm sure that he's fine"
"He's been in there for 15 minutes!" Ellie turned around and made her way over to the washroom leaving Grim fumbling to get her phone. She ripped it out and hit the command codes in to it; automatically she could hear the sounds inside the washroom and outside the door. Ellie knocked on the door twice.
"Yes?" came her brothers voice.
"Are you ok?" Ellie asked through the door.
Grim hits some commands. "Using the washroom"
"Are you sick?"
"Yes"
"Maybe we should go home?"
Grim types in commands. "No, it should pass." Ellie fought off the erg to argue with him.
"Umm ok we'll be waiting for you."
Grim types commands again. "klubrga" Grim's eyes widen at her mistake. She listens as quiet envelopes the bathroom. Suddenly Ellie's voice rang through the bathroom.
"Jeez you don't have to speak in that horrid Klingon language to get a point across" Ellie walked away and headed towards Grim, just as Grim exited the sound feed. Ellie gave her a troubled and irritated look.
"He's not feeling too well, but definitely has a sense of humour." before Grim could say anything on the subject, Ellie was grabbed and dragged onto the dance floor by the Premier. Grim looked at the sight and smiled before walking back to her table.
-X-
"Malción, Abran no está respondiendo… vayamos a descubrir qué esta sucediendo"
"Damn it Abran, is not responding... let's go and find out what's going on"
The two guards made their way out of the room leaving the last two monitoring the screens. Chuck followed both men out of the room. The man on the left received a knee to the stomach and then on to the face before being used as a ram for the other guard. Chuck stomped on the shocked, pinned guards face, breaking his nose; jaw and cheek bone all while knocking him out.
Sorry... wonders how you say that in Costa Gravas... lo siento... yah something like that
Chuck walked back into the room and found one guard right in his face, while the other was behind him. The first one pulled out his side arm, but Chuck grabbed his arm and placed it in an arm lock, before snapping the arm. The poor man let out a little scream before Chuck laid him out with a punch to the face.
Wait why... am I not dead?
Chuck looked at the other man and found him struggling with his side arm. Chuck walked up to him shaking his head in disapproval.
"New guy right... here." Chuck moved the man's hand and unsnapped the holster. He pulled the weapon out and pointed it at the guy.
"Habla inglés?"
"Do you speak English?" The soldier shivered slightly before speaking.
"Yes sir"
"Ok you and I are going to watch this camera here and look for this guy, he's trying to kill your leader" Chuck showed the frighten rookie, the picture of the target. The young man nodded and watched the Gala.
"When he comes to this party, I want you to order him detained. As a little enforcer of what I order I placed a bomb in this room along with a listening device and visual device, move or try and tell anyone what's going on... boom!" He waved his hands in an explosion mimicking way. The young man shivered and nodded. Chuck frowned from under his mask and walked from the room and headed back through the path, towards the bathroom. He hated how scared he made people, but he shrugged off the feelings. Chuck got into the bathroom and pulled off and pocketed his mask, placed back on his tux and tie. He exited the bathroom and walked towards Grim.
"Everything should be good... now let's dance"
"Chuck I don't dance" Chuck gave Grim his usual silly grin.
"Neither do, I"
-X-
Chuck sat down and took a drink. He sat and watched the area. After a few minutes the Premier began his speech. It happened quickly. Guards swarmed the area and crowded around a bald man. Chuck hid his smile as he found himself looking at the assassin. Chuck made his way over to the guards and stood there waiting for them to escort him to interrogation or whatever the procedure is. He looked at Goya, who seemed to be confused. Chuck gave a light shake of his head and stared out the window, in boredom.
Star, star, construction building, glint... GLINT SHIT!
Chuck moved in front of the Premier and he turned his head to look towards the glint gasped in shock as a flash came from the same direction as the glint. Chuck yelled 'get down' as he pushed the Premier to the ground. Chuck took one deep breath as the sniper round tears through his lower back. His eye widened and grows misty as he coughs up blood, on the floor and on the Premier. Screams filled the air but they soon became distorted sounds as Chuck fell to the ground. Goya was being evacuated, to Chuck's relief. Ellie appeared by his side along with Grim. Ellie started calling out orders as Chuck noticed the bullet had passed through him and hit a civilian in the leg.
"El-lie, h-he got hit t-to" wheezed Chuck through blood, as he pointed at the hysterical civilian. Chuck heard another person scream about another person getting shot. Chucks eyes rolled back, as he passed out.
-X-
Washington, D.C, Casa Casey (Double C)
Casey sat at home, with a military meal, Johnny walker black and a movie on world war two. He would grunt every few hours as a Jap was killed. He had been placed on a vacation for two weeks due to the fact that he had not been on one in over 4 years and because he had prepared to attack Chucky Cheese, and oh he was pissed, the only thing good that came of it was he didn't have to his seminars. Casey was interrupted from his movie as his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and found it strange for Sarah to call him. He picked up the phone.
"Walker"
"John how's vacation, planning a run to Chucky Cheese" Casey grunted in anger.
"Shut up Walker... it's horrible" he growled. Sarah let out a laugh.
"Is there a reason you called" Sarah went quiet for a few seconds before answering.
"I'm... do you think we should have at least sent Chuck a letter after we left, I know it would have made things harder on hi-"
"Walker don't start. You feel guilty, which you should... that poor kid loved the ground you walked on and the air you breathed, I thought you would have shown him more... respect when it came to the situation" Sarah went quiet before answering.
"It killed me to leave him... I just wanted him to be safe, to have what I couldn't. A normal life" Casey wanted to stop talking about feelings, but the sadness in Sarah's voice made him continue.
"So what are you going to do go back into his life, you still work for the CIA, you realize that they will force you to leave and can still bring danger on him, it'll kill the poor kid every time you leave" As Sarah spoke he could hear the smile in her voice.
"If... if he wants, after this whole thing with Fulcrum, Shop, and Ring is over... I'll gladly leave the CIA for him" Casey smiled, something he would only do over phone.
"Then you should send him a letter, myself, I'm planning a trip to visit the little pest" Sarah smiled.
"Aww you like Chuck, how sweet"
"Shut Up"
"Sorry, sorry... Bring him to Chucky (laugh) Cheese" laughed Sarah.
"Bye Walker"
"Ok... and thank you for the talk... and sorry about the forced Vacation and the prank, I really do want to work with you again"
"Thanks and if you ever tell Bartowski... I will kill you... and then him" Casey hung up, and took a breath as he started his movie and began eating again. He got into an amazing part of the movie as a knock emanated from his door. Casey removed his P229 and clicked the safety off, and held it behind his back as he opened the door.
"Hel-" Casey's eyes widen at the person in front of him.
"... John", Casey's.
"Keller, how are you" he asked. Keller didn't reply for a few seconds, he just walked inside.
"John let's cut the bullshit, I need your help" Casey's head screamed that something is wrong, but he ignored it.
"Keller... what do you need"
"There's a secret drug that I would like you to steal from a secret government facility... maybe 'would like' is a little too nice, I demand" Casey narrowed his eyes.
"You don't make demands of me, especially if it involves treason" Casey reached for his pistol, but Keller had his hands in his pocket and whipped out two folders and through them on the table.
"Look through them" Casey pointed his weapon at him as he undid the first folder, slowly. He pulled out three pictures. One showed his ex wife Kathleen getting in her car. The next showed his Kathleen entering her work. The last one showed her outside a building. He undid the second folder and found two pictures. The first was a girl who looked to be about 20 years old hailing a cab, the next was her and Kathleen talking outside a coffee shop.
"Kathleen... and who's this" asked Casey as he pointed at the picture of the girl.
"Alex McHugh, 21 years old, born 1989, she lives with her mother Kathleen McHugh's... she's your daughter." Keller threw a paper on the table, which Casey scanned through. The paper contained confidential hospital documents about Alex McHugh.
Mother Kathleen McHugh, Father is Alex... Coburn. Casey felt his eyes widen and his heart beat extremely fast.
That's what Kathleen was going to tell me... she was pregnant
"I... have a... daughter" Keller let out a small laugh as he picked up a picture of Alex.
"Quite the looker isn't s-" a hard right hook set Keller into the wall. He looked at Casey and wiped off a bit of blood from the left corner of his lip. He smiled sadistically as Casey pointed his pistol at him. Keller spoke calmly.
"If I don't leave here in the next thirty minutes, your daughter and your wife will be killed... but I'm sure the guys'll enjoy them a bit first" Casey felt his anger boil.
"They had better be left alone ok... Or I will kill you slowly... I promise" stated Casey in a deep menacing growl. Keller put his head to the side with an amused look.
"They haven't been touched... yet... and we won't have to result to kidnapping them if you do as I ask" Casey nodded slowly.
"Good, I'll send you the coordinates, how you handle it is up to you, kill or don't kill just get the pill and if the government is contacted... they die" Keller turned and walked to the door but stopped as Casey began to speak.
"Who'd you deflect to?"
"Ring" With that he made his way out of the house. Casey picked up his cell phone and popped out the back and removed the tracker. He took out a knife and cut a slit in his arm and forced the small thin back circle in through the wound, as he ground his teeth in pain. He knew after the two weeks of vacation, if he did not return to work, Beckman would place a track out on him. He pulled out a needle and thread and sowed up the cut after which he cleaned up the wound with alcohol and then placed a bandage on it. He took a seat on his couch before popping two Advil. He waited for the message from Keller...
-X-
8 hours later
The first thing Chuck felt was pain, large amount of pain. The next sense that came to him was the sound of beep, beep, beep of what he guessed was his heart rate. He looked at a doctor to his left as said doctor began speaking.
"Jesus, he's fighting the sedation" the doctor who seemed to be doing something to him, spoke and Chuck could tell who it was.
"Damn it, this is not awesome, turn up the sedatives" Chuck could see IV's in his arm and that they had him cut open.
Hey... there playing operation... ON ME AWWWWWWWWW!
Chuck lost consciousness but not before hearing words that scare him.
"We're losing him"
-X-
A day after the surgery
Ellie sat in the hallway. Eyes filled with tears, nails chewed past the quick. She turned as the door to the intensive care wing opened. Grim walked up and took a seat. She looked at the frazzled Ellie and automatically remembered her dream and winced. Ellie noticed.
"Are... you ok"
"Ellie... after everything that your brother went through with Sarah and Jill... do you accept us" Ellie smiled lightly.
"There is a part of me that's watching for signs of Sarah and Jill in you, but I let go of the past 7 and half months ago when I realized Sarah had left for good, I'm still not fully ready to... open my heart to you completely like my brother did, even if I do consider you a sister, but I do accept your relationship, but one thing I want to make clear..." Ellie's face took on a more serious face.
"Hurt him and I'll kill you" Grim gulped as Ellie smiled.
Soon Devon came down the hall, charts in hand. He flashed a smile at the ladies before entering the room. "So when can we go in" asked Grim as she looked at Ellie.
"Depends on when the tests are done". The intensive care door opened up and Morgan, Lester, Jeff, Big mike and a man Ellie didn't recognise came towards them. Morgan looked like he might pass out. The random man entered Chuck's hospital room.
"How is he and what happened", asked Morgan. Ellie quickly answered.
"Morgan calm down he'll be fine, he took a bullet for the Premier of Costa Gravas... they say someone tried to kill him and would have if not for Chuck, now just take a seat and quiet down". The new group of people took a seat and waited. Big Mike spoke after a minute.
"Anyone want subway, I got extra" Lester and Jeff took some, while the rest sat with an uninterested look. It was an uneasy silence as they waited for news. Devon walked out after 20 minutes and looked at them. He smiled.
"He's out of surgery right now and he made it" Everyone gave a loud, happy yell. Grim spoke first.
"May we see him?"
"Not until tomorrow, a new doctor is running some special test" She looked sad but nodded. Ellie looked at the girl.
"Come home dear, you'll stay with us tonight" Grim just nodded and hugged Ellie. Morgan squeezed in between them.
"Can I stay with you to Ellie?"
"Never"
-X-
Langley, Virginia, CIA Headquarters
Sarah sat her desk and looked at the letter in her hands. She smiled and actually felt hope for her and Chuck. She actually like working at a desk, she got to relax and not seduce, kill or deal with anybody from Team Shaw... unless she ran into Bryce, in the hallway. Sarah had been placed as a Intel filler, meaning she had to sort out all the Intel on people and place it in their right order. Sarah looked at the mail guy as he walked around from desk to desk. She nervously glanced at the letter she had written.
Please read this
Sarah gave it to him as he walked by. He smiled at her and said thank you. She just sat there and day dreamed a bit. She loved him and finally he would know.
"Walker, back to work, that vacation you requested won't happen if you just sit there" She nodded and smiled.
-X-
Unknown Location
Timothy walked down the hallway, with his VSS Vintorez in brief case. He reached a door, with two guards on either side. He showed his ID and was allowed past the door. He walked in with a disgusted look on his face. The whole place was pitch, black and looked empty.
Is this a set up?
A light turned on behind three people, sitting behind a large desk, elevated 20 meters off of the floor. The middle of the three appeared to be female to Timothy but that did not matter as he stood in the center of the lone spot light. A man walked up and took his sniper from him. He felt nervous, but shrugged it off as the woman began to speak.
"Hello Timothy"
"Hello maim"
"Leader is what you will call me, now it shows hear you applied to be an assassin for The Shop, well you passed, you successfully made sure Stevenson, our Ring assassin was retired like we requested" Timothy smiled.
"Thank yo-"
"How ever seeing as The Shop has joined with us... you fail, you did not complete Stevenson's task to kill the Premier" Timothy went to protest but a shot rang out hitting him in the Liver. He fell to the ground with a thud, his mouth wide open as pain irrupted through his body. The lights turned off behind the three people as the lights turned on in the whole room. Timothy tried to pretend to be dead, as he squint his eyes. The women he had been talking to walked past him. She had blondish-brownish hair, with black eyes. She seemed to be late forties. She started talking to someone who Timothy could not see. He tried to keep the women in his view, but started to fail as his vision became blurred and sounds became distorted, telling him he had only a short time to live. Two people walked by him both males, he couldn't see their face. Suddenly the women turned around and stared at him, with a sadistic smirk.
"whmm, you should be dead now shouldn't you, Blackbriar if you will" a man walked around her. The man appeared to be in his late 20s - early 30s with black hair. He had a clean shave and a smirk on his face. He pulled out his weapon and aimed it at Timothy's head.
"Good night kid" Bang!
-X-
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Any way another chapter complete. Hope you enjoy, please review and tell me about any area you would like the story to go to. Just as a side note I DO NOT KNOW SPANISH, if the words are wrong sorry, I used a translator.
(*1) Novichok-5: It's actually real. The Russians made it and it is considered the most powerful nerve agent ever... I think.
(*2) Acetylcholine Inhibitor: Is a chemical that inhibits the cholinesterase enzyme from breaking down acetylcholine, increasing both the level and duration of action of the neurotransmitter acetylcholine.
Wiki sites.
Novichok-5: .org/wiki/Novichok_agent
Acetylcholine Inhibitor: .org/wiki/Acetylcholinesterase_inhibitor
