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August 1, 2004
"Dude, I'm serious," Bryce looks at Chuck with an excited expression, "this is freakin' awesome! We're going to have this whole place to ourselves," Bryce spins around with his arms in the air.
"You can't complain about three bedrooms, three baths," Chuck grins at his partner and best friend.
"We need to make this the ultimate bachelor's pad. I call the one on the right. There's going to be a different girl in my bed every weekend," Bryce grins jokingly at Chuck as he reiterates his same sentiments that he stated back in college and the Farm.
"Just make sure you put a tie on the doorknob," Chuck smirks at the incredulity of his friend. They may be polar opposites in some traits, but somehow that just brings them closer together.
"You got it," Bryce nods as he knows Chuck is joking. Bryce then turns serious, "hey, maybe Ellie and Devon could visit some time and stay in the guest bedroom?" Bryce suggests casually as he knows Chuck is missing his sister as he hasn't seen her since graduation. Bryce almost immediately found out how much family and friends mean to Chuck. They are the highest priority in his life and he would do anything for them.
"That would be great," Chuck replies as he reminisces about his sister. He hasn't seen her since she dropped him and Bryce off at the airport to fly into Washington National Airport.
"Or Morgan could come check out the bachelor pad," Bryce smirks at his friend.
"You're not going to seriously call it a bachelor pad, are you?" Chuck asks in mock dreadfulness.
"We are bachelors, aren't we?" Bryce shrugs as he looks to his friend for reassurance.
"No, we're spies," Chuck grins brightly.
"Fine, but we need to get some furniture," Bryce deadpans as he looks around the empty living room/kitchen of the apartment.
"We need to get some transportation first."
"Good idea."
August 1, 2004
Sarah feels her phone vibrate in her pocket and she pulls it out. She notices it is a text from Chuck. She just talked to him a couple hours ago so she is curious to know what he could want. Maybe he has some more information to help her apprehend Amy. She reads the first line:
I found out a way to return the favor. ;)
Sarah frowns at the thought; her mind habitually thinking of something sexual as that is the train of thought for most men who feel they deserve a favor; even if that doesn't seem like it suits Chuck at all from what she has seen from him so far.
What car should I get for less than $30,000? :D
Sarah smiles foolishly as she cannot believe she would even suspect Chuck could be so shallow and smutty. He's not Carina after all. Sarah's first thought is a Porsche as she has always been a fan of German engineering from her Volkswagen Rabbit when she was in high school to her 2003 Porsche 911 GTR sitting in the CIA garage while she is on this mission. But he is working on a budget that Porsche doesn't fit into. She ponders deeply about the perfect car for Chuck.
A blue Mustang races by in her mind with Chuck driving while she is sitting next to him as they both don't have a care in the world; her hair gracefully blowing in the wind like the movies always show as the convertible top is down and she has the hugest grin on her face to match Chuck's large carefree grin. She then sees herself sitting comfortably next to Chuck inside a red BMW 3 Series; the luxurious black leather interior and the roomy atmosphere. That would be fun, she happily muses to herself. She knows Hondas are the most stolen vehicles so that would be a poor choice for him. She doesn't see Chuck being the flashy type in a bright red or green color. The BMW has the German engineering, but doesn't seem like a car Chuck would drive. He seems like someone who wants a fast car, but doesn't want to flaunt it. She grins as she joyfully responds to his text as she doesn't even realize the ridiculous grin on her face.
Infiniti G35 in grey. Fast, quick, and sexy.
She couldn't help but add the last two words to it. She has never had such exhilaration writing a text message before and she realizes her pulse is racing and her heart is beating quickly in a pleasing manner. She never knew it could feel so great and fulfilling to have friends.
August 10, 2004
Chuck pulls his brand new Infiniti G35 into the parking lot. Graham called for a meeting in his office. Bryce, being foolish, decided he'll drive his own vehicle, a bright red 2004 Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution, even though Chuck offered to drive him.
Chuck sees Bryce pull in seconds later and they meet at the elevator. "You know what this is about?" Bryce asks casually.
"I have no idea. Probably a mission," Chuck shrugs nonchalantly.
They make their way into Graham's waiting room where his assistant is sitting. "Hey Jennifer," Chuck smiles brightly at the thirty-eight year old brunette.
"Hey Chuck… Bryce. How's everything?" She asks with a big smile. It seems like everyone is all business around Graham except for Chuck. If she wasn't already married, she easily would've taken a chance on him.
"We just bought a car… and furnished our apartment… so everything is great," Chuck responds truthfully with pride seeping into his tone. He really cannot remember the last time he was so thrilled.
"That's great," she responds with a larger smile. Small talk is hard to come by, so she'll take it where she can get it. "What car did you get?"
"I got an Infiniti G35."
"And I got a Mitsubishi Lancer," Bryce finishes with a charming smile.
"Wow, you guys are flying with style," Jennifer chuckles as she hits a button on her desk that just lit up. "Looks like Graham will see you now."
"Thanks; have a great day," Chuck smiles pleasantly as they walk into Graham's office. As Chuck and Bryce step into the doors, they stand at attention.
"At ease, boys," Graham says casually. "Take a seat. I see you've been doing some home improvement," Graham muses as they sit in their seats.
"Yes, we've furnished our apartment completely," Bryce responds with slight pride of how it looks.
"And the vehicles are adequate?"
"Completely, sir," Bryce nods vehemently.
"That's good to hear," Graham's mirthful façade fades into seriousness. "We need the Intersect's help."
"Whatever you need, sir," Chuck states seriously.
"Great," Graham opens a folder on his desk. "We've been trying to apprehend Sheik Majhad for some time now…" He trails off as he sees Chuck's eyelids flutter from the flash. "Did you just flash from hearing the name?" Graham asks in utter surprise. He was never told that the Intersect could be triggered verbally.
"Um," Chuck shakes his head as he brings himself back to the real world, "yea, I guess I did." Truth be told, it is actually the third time Chuck has flashed from hearing something, but he couldn't tell Graham because he was helping Sarah illegally.
"What did you see?" Graham asks in hopeful anticipation as he leans forward.
"He supplies Al Qaeda with infantry munitions and antitank explosives. He has three safe-houses in Tajikistan," Chuck grins ever so slightly as he feels that odd sensation in his stomach as he is helping make the world a better place.
"Do you know where they're they located?"
"One is on the border of Afghanistan, another is in Kalininibad, and the last one is in Dushanbe."
"Do you know the exact coordinates?" Graham asks with brimming hope. "This could save us years if he is at one of them."
"Yes, do you want us to fly in there and clear it ourselves?" Chuck asks curiously. He's never been to the Middle East and would love to see the different culture.
"That won't be necessary. This is a job for the military," Graham smiles proudly at his agent. They may've just saved thousands of Americans in Afghanistan just because of the Intersect. "Great job, Chuck."
"No problem," Chuck smiles widely at his boss. The pride he is feeling for helping save thousands of lives is the greatest feeling he has ever felt.
August 16, 2004
Sarah presses her back against the corner of the wall as she is shrouded in the darkness of the moon. She furtively peeks out to see the blonde woman walking in the direction away from Sarah. "I have contact on Amy," Sarah says in her earpiece. "She's walking north on Alameda Street."
"Roger that," Carina replies as she glances over her newspaper to see the blonde turn right from Carina's perched spot on the bus bench at the kitty corner of the intersection. "She just turned right onto Belize road."
"Roger," Zondra states as she waits from the next block east of Alameda.
"Don't apprehend her until we find out who she is meeting with," Sarah demands in a leader-like fashion even though she is the youngest.
A few seconds later, Zondra updates her teammates, "I have contact. She is still heading east on Belize."
"Okay, Carina and I are moving up," Sarah states as they hastily follow the blonde and use the cars as cover.
"Copy that," Zondra hurries to the building at the southeast corner of the intersection as Amy walks by it heading east.
"We see you," Carina informs Zondra.
"I'll take the lead," Zondra directs. "You two break off and regroup a few blocks ahead."
"I'm going north. Sarah, go south," Carina commands as she heads one block north as Sarah heads one block south.
Carina and Sarah both jog three blocks ahead of Amy's current position as they keep parallel with her direction.
After a couple minutes, Zondra updates Carina and Sarah, "Looks like she is heading south on Gatinho, Walker."
"Roger that," Sarah replies. "Break off your tail. I'll take over."
Amy turns south as she walks through the vacant depressing streets of Brazil. There is only a streetlight every two or three intersections and that is if they are working. Any woman would be crazy to walk around alone at this time of the night, but she is a trained agent who can fend off any untrained attackers with ease. She is minding her own business as she glances back to make sure she is the only one on the street and no one is following her. Not seeing anyone, she continues on. She has information on their next mission that will allow Gaez to finish off the rest of her team. Amy never did like her partners very much. Carina was always too much of a slut for her own good. Zondra was too much of a hard ass. Sarah was alright in Amy's opinion. She was pretty normal and never annoyed Amy beyond belief. She is a young and smart agent, but she will be an unfortunate casualty in all of this.
Amy makes it to her destination and steps into a door on her left. She walks through with an air of confidence and greed as she steps through another door and into a room where Gaez's second in command is waiting. "I'm glad you could make it," the man smirks at the sight of the beautiful blonde.
"It's never gonna happen, Rico," Amy deadpans with a slightly disgusted expression. "Now, you have the money ready or not?"
"You underestimate me, *Agent* Barrett," he smiles as he turns a laptop towards her direction. The screen is lit up with a page asking for the bank account number for a transfer of funds. "We just need the information and your bank account number."
Amy explains her mission details in full discretion to Rico; the ten million dollars clouding her mind of any morality. "So, I just need to put my account number into the computer and the ten mil is mine?" Amy asks as she tries to stifle the smirk threatening to break her calm exterior.
"So, you want Gaez to just kill all your partners?" Rico asks with slight disbelief.
"That's what I said."
"Why not capture them? We can *pump* them for information," Rico smirks evilly. "I especially like the other blonde. Whatsername?"
"Yea, we all get you like blondes," Amy deadpans with a repulsed scowl. She would never insinuate rape on anyone; being a woman who could see the horridness of it, but she couldn't care less about that slut, Carina. "You can have the redhead. She'd probably enjoy it," Amy lets out an evil laugh at the thought.
"Fuck that bitch," Carina whispers in anger from their hidden perch under the small window to the room Amy and Rico are in from the alley along the side of the building. "I'll show her my own torture techniques."
"I'm sure that includes a surplus of dildos and whips," Sarah quips with an eye roll.
"Will you two shut up," Zondra hisses back to her two partners, who promptly quiet down.
"So, we're good then," Amy states as she steps up to the laptop.
"Yes we are. Gaez thanks you for this," Rico grins at the thought of mending Amy's partners to his will. She may've planned to have them killed but Gaez will see the perks of having the C.A.T. Squad around.
Amy types her bank account number and password into the computer. A load bar quickly fills up and reads 'Transfer Complete.' Amy smiles as she pulls out her phone. She quickly checks her bank account to see the increase in money. "Pleasure doing business with you," she states ominously as she leaves the room.
"She seems like a completely different person," Carina muses.
"The ditzy slut thing was just an act," Sarah grumbles angrily. "Let's get in there and capture Rico before he can tell Gaez anything."
"Already ahead of you," Zondra smirks as she pulls a pistol from behind her back.
"We need him alive," Sarah refreshes Zondra's memory.
"A shot to the kneecap won't kill him… for long at least," Zondra smiles deviously.
"Just make sure he is alive," Sarah shakes her head incredulously.
All three spies sneak a look into the window to see Rico close his laptop and head out the back door. The women hurry to the end of the building to see Rico walking mindlessly as he cannot be happier; his mind imagining the blonde C.A.T. naked and handcuffed behind her back as she is forced on her knees and…
"Freeze!" Zondra states in a harsh authoritative whisper; breaking Rico from his ultimate fantasy.
"What?" He turns as he reaches for the gun behind his back.
Sarah quickly tackles him onto the ground before he could grip his gun. He falls awkwardly onto his right arm; his wrist making a sickening crunch. He lets out a shriek of pain before Sarah nails him with a right hook to the eye. "You disgusting pig," she spits out with pure venom as she cocks her fist back for another punch.
Carina catches Sarah's hand and glances at her with determination. "We need him alive," the eldest member of the team reminds the youngest member.
"Fine," Sarah huffs as she gets off the beaten man and removes the gun from behind his back.
"You bitch!" Rico hollers in anguish. "You broke my wrist!"
"Be happy I didn't break something else," Sarah states smugly as she presses the balls of her foot against his crotch.
Rico whimpers under the pressure on his groin. "Please, stop! I need those!" He cries in utter fear. "What do you want?"
"Well that was quick," Zondra quips with a victorious grin.
August 16, 2004
"Ellie, it's amazing," Chuck happily brags through his phone as he sits on the couch. "There's even a guest bedroom if you guys ever want to visit."
"Really?" Ellie cheers proudly for her brother. "I'm so happy for you Chuck. You've really done it," she states emotionally as she has never felt so proud for her little brother.
"Ellie, stop it," Chuck knows how emotional she can get. "This is a joyous occasion. Bryce and I are doing well for ourselves."
"I want you to come home for your birthday next month," Ellie demands sincerely. "I haven't seen you in over a year. I won't take no for an answer."
"I'll have to see if I can get work off but, I can't promise anything."
"You better be here. Morgan's been by to make sure I don't miss you too much."
"Morgan's growing on you?" Chuck smiles mirthfully. Morgan and Ellie have always had an estranged relationship ever since Morgan confessed his love for her when he was only ten years old. He was and still is hopelessly infatuated with her and Ellie just found it creepy.
"We bonded over an 'I miss Chuck' moment," Ellie replies in a sweet tone.
"That's great," Chuck is ecstatic to know his sister and childhood friend are bonding finally. It only took seventeen years, six months, and twenty-two days… or something like that.
"Is there anyone else in your life?" Ellie asks cautiously.
"What do you mean?" Chuck furrows his brow as he knows where this conversation is headed.
"Are there any women in your life?" Ellie clarifies but still keeps it slightly cryptic.
"Well, there's Sarah," Chuck shrugs innocently as he pictures the beautiful leggy blonde smiling with her bright blue eyes. He is wondering how her mission is going in Brazil. She hasn't called him or updated him since.
"Are you guys dating?" Ellie asks anxiously.
"No, we're not dating," Chuck deadpans as he knows how his sister can become a relentless matchmaker. "She's just a friend and co-worker."
"Do you like her?" Ellie expertly prods.
"Yea, she's nice and fun to hang out with," Chuck replies as he dances around the answers Ellie is looking for.
"Tell me about her," Ellie dons her matchmaker persona.
"Okay…" Chuck decides to humor her. "She's tall, blonde, blue eyes, and very beautiful and smart."
"You do like her!" Ellie shouts excitedly.
"What?" Chuck splutters out as he flinches back. "How do you get that from that?"
"Oh, Chuck, ask her out on a date. You're a handsome charming guy. I know you can do it."
"Ellie, you're crazy," Chuck replies jokingly. "We're just coworkers. We rarely even see each other." She's in Brazil for goodness sake, Chuck shouts to himself.
"Chuck, you're always so dense. Just ask her out for some coffee the next time you see her then," Ellie nearly demands in a surprisingly sweet tone.
"I'll see," Chuck relents as he knows Ellie will never give up on playing matchmaker for Chuck.
"That's all I ask," Ellie smiles victoriously.
"I have to go, El," Chuck smiles ruefully. "It was great talking with you and I hope you and Captain Awesome are still doing well."
"We are," Ellie smiles brightly. "Devon is great."
"That's good to hear," Chuck again smiles sadly. "I'll try to call you another time, Ellie. I love you."
"I love you too, Chuck," Ellie smiles gloomily. "Please don't hesitate to call."
"I won't," Chuck assures encouragingly. "Goodbye, Ellie."
"Goodbye, Chuck," Ellie states with a sorrowful tone before ending the call.
"You like Sarah?" Bryce asks as amusement dances along his grin. Chuck opens his mouth to protest, but Bryce continues. "I don't blame you. She's freakin' hot. And I don't mean like 'good looking' hot. I mean *hot,*" Bryce drawls incessantly dramatic.
Chuck rolls his eyes at Bryce. "Yes," Chuck deadpans as he corrects Bryce's derogatory statement, "she is very beautiful."
"Yea, maybe the next time I see her I'll take a shot at that," Bryce states in passing as he walks back into his room.
Chuck scowls deeply at Bryce's words.
August 17, 2004
The CATs have their guns readied as they are sneaking up on a safe-house that their intel directed as Gaez's. They make their way to the door of the warehouse, but it is locked.
Gaez and his fifteen men are waiting patiently behind cover inside the warehouse that Rico told him about. He isn't sure why Rico couldn't be part of the raid as he talked about taking that one blonde for a ride or two so adamantly before, but Gaez isn't a complete monster. He's not going to save her for him. Gaez shrugs as he doesn't care if Rico missed his chance to have some fun. Gaez cannot wipe the wicked smile off his face as he is finally going to end the pesky CAT Squad who kept him on his toes for the last three and a half months.
According to Rico, the CATs should be sneaking in through the door on the left in the next minute. Gaez watches in anticipation with his assault rifle at his hip as he sees the door handle tremble as someone from outside tries to open it.
"I got this," Sarah smirks as she pulls out a lock pick set. Lock picking was one of the first skills she learned when she was only ten. The years of CIA training and so forth have only increased her skill and ability. Sarah expertly slides a pin into the key slot along with another L-shaped tool. She jiggles the two tools before a resounding click informs her that the door is now unlocked. "Piece of cake," Sarah pockets her kit in her leg pocket of her BDU pants.
Amy makes sure she is in the aft of the group so she could lock them in. "Ready?" Zondra looks at the rest of the CATs.
"One sec," Carina kneels to tie the strings of her boot; logically managing to get behind Amy by stepping over to a curb a few feet behind Amy. Amy winces but keeps her cool as she takes the third position. Carina rejoins the group behind Amy a few seconds later.
"Would you like to go first, Amy?" Sarah asks sincerely.
"I'm good, go ahead," Amy smiles subtly at Sarah.
"No, I think it would be better if you go first," Sarah sweetly insists.
"Just in case of an ambush," Zondra finishes with a smirk.
Amy tenses for the slightest second and before she could say anything, a gun is pressed to her back. "I think you're going first," Carina responds amusedly as she digs the barrel of the pistol into Amy's lower back. "It's a democracy after all."
"What gave me away?" Amy asks with a sigh of resignation.
"The deposits into your bank account. A little too obvious," Sarah responds smugly as Amy makes it to the door. "Go on in."
Amy grips the handle to the door and hesitantly turns it.
Gaez watches as they door handle spins from someone intending to enter. He readies his assault rifle against his shoulder and aims it at the door. Suddenly, shattering glass falls onto him from the ceiling sky windows and multiple cylindrical objects fall to the floor and spew out a yellowish gas. "Tear gas!" Gaez shouts but it is too late.
Soldiers in all black outfits and gas masks repel from the roof firing at any enemies they see while more enemies rush in through the main door. Gaez fires erratically before a bullet clips him in the shoulder and incapacitates him. The strike team makes quick work of Gaez's men; having only three injured but they'll still make a full recovery. They quickly apprehend Gaez and any other survivors with wrist ties while securing the rest of the complex.
Amy opens the door; ready for an onslaught of bullets to riddle her body, but nothing happens. She is pushed farther into the warehouse where there seems to be no one ready for the ambush. "Looking for your good friend, Augusto?" Carina asks mockingly.
"He's busy being arrested by a strike team," Sarah is just too happy to inform Amy.
"Well, should we see what we've got in here?" Zondra asks as she cuts the lock off a large freighter bin. Carina ties Amy's hands behind her back with a wrist tie and removes all the weapons on her person. Zondra opens the bin and through the darkness at the other end of the bin, she sees multiple pairs of glimmering.
Sarah is standing at the entrance to the bin as she sees the glimmerings cautiously move closer to her and as they reach the light, Sarah sees the glimmering of the eyes of the captives as they warily walk into the light with an awed expression.
"Não se preocupe," Sarah assures their safety in Portugese and a pleasant smile, "você está seguro agora."
"Você é um anjo?" A young girl who cannot be older than fifteen asks if Sarah is an angel.
"Não," Sarah smiles sincerely at the young girl. "nós somos os mocinhos. You're all safe now."
"Obrigado!" The girl nearly shouts her gratitude as tears of joy form in her eyes.
Sarah, Zondra, and Carina forced Rico to give Gaez the wrong information. Gaez believed he was ambushing the CAT Squad, but in reality, Sarah placed a call to Graham to send an army to ambush Gaez.
"Strike team, report in," Sarah states to the earpiece in her ear.
"Strike team Leader Robbins. Everything is secure on our side. Gaez and three of his men are in custody. We found over a hundred kilos of cocaine here too."
"Roget that. We found some captives here and Barrett is in custody. Great job."
"You too, Agent Walker."
August, 18, 2004
Chuck was summoned to Graham's office alone. Chuck is a little hesitant to comply, but he reluctantly steps into the waiting area. "Hi, Jennifer," Chuck smiles thinly at the assistant.
"Hey, Chuck," she smiles back.
"How's it in there?" Chuck asks with slight fear.
"He's actually in a good mood. I think you did something right for once," she grins brightly at the younger man with an amused tone. "Go on in."
"Thank you, Jennifer," Chuck curtly nods as he walks into the office. Graham is sitting in his chair and he smiles at Chuck.
"Carmichael," he says in a light tone, "I just got off the phone with my agent down in Brazil, Sarah Walker. She told me what you did for her."
Chuck feels a knowable tingle in the back of his head as he starts to fall into a flash on hearing Sarah's full name. He furiously glares at a book on Graham's bookshelf, which just happens to be The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Chuck sees an image of a statue of an angel before the flash fades and his vision retreats back to normal without him seeing anything from the flash. Hmm, he likes that book too, Chuck muses in slight surprise.
"Did you just…?" Graham asks in awe.
"I stopped it, sir," Chuck replies cordially. "It's not my place to know her past."
"True and very earnest of you," Graham grins subtly at his only Intersect agent with slight surprise of his gentility.
"I just can't believe it worked," Chuck states in awe. "I've never stopped a flash before."
"It's good you're learning to control it more," Graham smiles at Chuck. "So, where was I? Ah, yes, your help was invaluable to the CAT Squad."
"Thank you, sir," Chuck nods curtly as he feels a small tremor of fear creep up his spine because he technically illegally hacked into the government database.
"Don't worry, you're not in trouble," Graham reads the fear on his expression. "You not only helped find a mole, but helped catch one of the biggest drug dealers in the world," Graham assures happily.
"Um, thank you, sir," Chuck smiles in wonder with slight shock as he puts more emotion behind his gratitude.
"Agent Walker is very canny and knows how to use her resources to make things happen."
"Yes, she is," Chuck agrees completely. And very beautiful, sincere, and friendly, Chuck's mind continues. "I was glad to help, sir."
"That's what I like about you, Chuck. You enjoy helping people. A lot of agents only do it for a means to an end, but you actually care about the people who need saving."
"It is very accomplishing to know you're helping the world," Chuck replies truthfully.
"Yes it is," Graham nods in agreement. "So how do you feel about Agent Walker?"
"What do you mean, sir?" Chuck furrows his brow as he isn't sure if Graham means personally or professionally.
"Well, from your training with her, what impression did she make on you?"
"She is very good at what she does. She is smart, beautiful, and a quick thinker. She is also extremely good at hand-to-hand combat," Chuck states truthfully.
"I'm sure you saw firsthand what she can do," Graham smirks about his top agent and protégé being one of the top fighters he has ever seen.
"Yes, she could be quite frightening," Chuck chuckles mirthfully as he remembers the many times she put him on his ass.
"How would you like her to be your new partner?" Graham asks seriously.
"I'd be honored," Chuck responds instantly with no hesitation and an upbeat tone.
"Female agents have certain skills that make them invaluable in certain missions."
"You would make her do that?" Chuck asks in a shocked whisper. He cannot believe Graham would even think about making someone give their body up for anything.
"No," Graham smiles humorously at Chuck's miscalculation. "While some missions require that much dedication, Agent Walker is better than that. She can extract the information without having to sleep with her marks. But her seduction skills are some of the best this agency has ever seen. Plus, it helps to have another expertly trained agent protecting the only Intersect."
"I wouldn't mind a little extra defense, sir," Chuck smiles at his fault on Graham's words earlier. "She is the best fighter I've seen so far, but isn't she with the CAT Squad?"
"Well, the DEA needs Agent Miller to sort out all the drugs while Agent Rizzo is taking care of Gaez and Barrett. The CAT Squad is no more after Gaez. It was a onetime effort between the CIA and DEA. Agent Walker is already on a flight back to Washington and will be reporting in tomorrow at 0900 hours. I expect you and Larkin to be here too. But you cannot discuss the Intersect in front of Agent Walker. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir," Chuck nods affirmatively.
"And make sure Larkin knows this too," Graham commands seriously.
"I will," Chuck smiles happily as he feels an odd sensation flow through his body and his heart gets heavy with joy. He's going to see Sarah again and cannot be happier about the revelation.
Blame Google Translate for the Portugese translations. I don't know the language at all. Next mission will be their first as a trio.
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