A/N: Still don't own nor make any $ from Chuck. Don't worry Sarah and Casey will not be bumping uglies in this story
"Thanks Casey," Sarah said as she broke the embrace.
"You tell anyone and I will kill you."
"No problem," Sarah laughed.
"It's time to call Carina."
Senator Woodcomb excused himself from the party at Secretary Wilsons house and walked outside. In one of the great metaphors for our time, Washington DC is actually built on a swamp, and the warm august air and moisture make it the perfect breeding ground for mosquitos. The senator didn't get bothered too much about them; he had managed to gain a tolerance for pests within reason. Now that his plan was about to be realized, it was time to get rid of some of the loose weight. Franklin had served his purpose well, but was nothing but a liability going forward, and the senator could not afford something coming back to him. He quickly got out his encrypted phone and dialed a number.
"Bulldog here."
"Bulldog this is Bruin. Do you have eyes on the target?"
"Yes sir. He and his lady friend are having dinner."
"Wonderful. Clean them both, understand?"
"Understood."
"Bruin out," he said as he hung up the phone and returned to the party.
Carina was getting her coat at the restaurant when she got Sarah's signal. Franklin saw her by the coat check and walked up behind her. She moaned softly as she felt his hands begin to rub her back. She looked up at him, and staring into his eyes, gently kissed him on the mouth.
"Let's get out of here," he said as he gently began to grind into her.
"Follow me," she said as she took him by the hand and lead him out of the restaurant.
"Where are we going?" He asked laughing.
"To have that special desert I promised. I know you have that car with the big back seat," she said playfully.
"Wait what if somebody see's us," Franklin asked.
"If I like the look of them they can join in," Carina replied.
The wraith watched its prey in the night as he headed for the car. The night was dark and humid, which would minimize detection visually, but maximize olfactory detection, as odors would tend to hold in the humid air. Time was quickly running out as the target approached the car, but the wraith would not be rushed, as vast experience had demonstrated that this was the most dangerous time. Wet work is easy when they are unaware of your presence, but this needed to be a close quarters kill, and surprised targets are always the most dangerous. Satisfied that it was still undetected, the wraith moved in.
Franklin was very much looking forward to the remainder of the evening. The dinner had been fantastic, and as Carina seductively led him into the car, the desert promised to be unforgettable. He looked longingly at her beautiful behind swaying mere inches from him, and his body temperature jumped 3 degrees when he thought of what possibilities were to come.
Once Carina got him inside the car he pounced on her.
"Whoa easy there big guy. I will take care of you, but ladies first," she winked as she adjusted herself for his access.
"Oh you will be the death of me," Franklin laughed as he got on his knees and assumed the position.
Just as he was about to approach his target, Carina suddenly ensnared him in a scissor lock around his neck.
"Whaaa," was as far as he got before he stumbled into unconsciousness.
She took out her phone and dialed a number
"Transport for 2. Tell Walker the douche is in the bag."
Suddenly Carina saw a man standing with a gun right outside. He had her at point blank range and dead to rites.
"Sorry love. Looks like you're nights about to get a lot worse," he said as he smiled devilishly.
"So is yours," came a voice from behind.
Suddenly she saw the mans head slam against the roof of the car, and his unconscious body drop beside it.
"Do you ever have a mission where you don't end up half naked in the back of a car, with a man between your legs," Casey said as he stepped into the light and took in then scene.
"Yes but only when I work with you," she shot back with a wink.
"Walker's friends," Casey grumbled as he loaded up the two bodies for transport.
Franklin awoke to find himself handcuffed to a chair and sitting in a standard interrogation room. There was a table in front of him with an empty chair, but otherwise the room seemed to be empty, and too quiet for Franklin's taste.
"Hello? Is there anyone there? I am the executive assistant to the deputy Secretary of State!"
"We know who you are," came a voice from the back of the room, followed by footsteps.
"Corr?"
"Hello Jimmy. I'm sorry may I call you Jimmy," he asked as he sat down across from him.
"Corr what the hell is going on? Let me go this instant!"
"Now why would I do that?"
"Corr once secretary Wilson hears of this...," was as far as he got before Corr slammed his hand down on the table so hard that Franklin was sure he broke it.
"You look like an intelligent man Jimmy so I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt. I would advise you against trying to intimidate me in this arena, because son you have no idea who you are dealing with."
Franklin tried to remain on even keel, but it was difficult for him to grasp his situation. He was a political appointment and therefore very naive of his true position in the Washington machine, so he feel victim to the great vice of all power hungry zealots, he thought he was more important then he was.
"Corr who do you think you are dealing with? I'm not some terrorist! I am an American citizen and you can't detain me like this! Your career is finished," he said with fake bravado.
Corr stared at him with a stare that would wither a charging Rhino. The look unnerved Franklin to the point that he could feel sweat beads fall down the back of his neck.
"Mr. Franklin I am sure you are familiar with many of the positions available within the federal government, but being unfamiliar with the military, I am going to educate you on the nature of my position within the Navy. This position was specifically designated by an act of congress in the year 1942, and is level omega. Now what the omega designation means is that country will neither confirm nor deny my existence, so very few people know what I actually do. My position has two distinct missions that are designated for it, the first is the public and administrative part of it where I deal with people like you. Attend intelligence briefings and make recommendations to the DOD and the current administration," Corr began.
"The second part deals with situations like the one we find ourselves in now, which is eliminate any threat to the safety and security of the citizens of this country. Unfortunately for you Mr. Franklin, you are designated a threat to the people of this country, and that is the part of my job that I take sacred. I don't give a damn for dealing with those bastards on Capitol Hill, but I do it so I can be in a position like this when the people of this country need me. You are engaged in treasonous activity, so if you think for one moment that the rules of citizenship apply in this case, you are mistaken. There is no law that applies to you in this situation, there is only the truth, and I am fully authorized by this country to get it from you by any means necessary."
"Now do we understand each other?"
Franklin swallowed hard and nodded.
"Good," Corr said.
"I would suggest you tell me everything you know about what is going on Jimmy, because if you don't, you will not be long for this world."
"You know I never figured you for a rat," Casey said to the man handcuffed to the chair and sporting a heavily bruised face.
"Well looks can be deceiving," the man joked.
"SAS is on their way to get you and from what I gather, you most likely won't last the flight, so anything you tell me could have an impact in your sentence," Sarah said.
"I know the deal Sarah. Nothing you can offer me will be able to make me talk."
"Well that's a shame. You were a good agent once, but I guess that Cole Barker is already dead," Sarah replied.
"Just like Chuck," Cole laughed.
Sarah turned and charged him, toppling the chair over and landing her hands on his neck.
"What the fuck did you say," she wailed as she tried to squeeze the life out of his body.
"Walker stand down," Casey yelled as he was able to finally pull his partner off of him.
"Cool off," he said as he threw her out of the interrogation room.
Then he went to go pull Barker up, his face was still a bit purple and there were scratch marks against his neck, but he was still breathing. He pulled him back up into a sitting position and checked his restraints.
"SAS will be here in ten minutes," Casey said as he turned to leave.
"Thank you Casey," Barker said.
"Don't thank me. I should of let her do it," Casey said as he slammed the door.
Barker knew he was still under surveillance, so he made a slight move with his wrist and he felt his restraints give. He had knocked his shoulder out of the socket when Sarah hit him and used the new angle to get the torque he needed to break the high-density plastic ties that they used to bind his wrists to the chair. His legs we're still chained to the floor, but he could take care of that when the SAS came to get him, now he just needed to wait.
"Thank you Sarah," he mumbled with a smirk.
"Is there anything else that you can tell me," Corr asked as he looked through a mountain of papers that Franklin had written as part of his confession.
"No that's everything," Franklin said as the sweat poured out of him.
"Good. Transfer of one," Corr called out as he got up to leave.
"Wait what happens to me now," Franklin asked with fear in his eyes.
"Now you go away Jimmy," Corr said as he left.
He walked into a makeshift briefing room that was set up outside the main interrogation chamber.
"With the new information that we have I think that we can say conclusively that this threat is limited to a few principals," Beckman said.
"What did the trace of Bruin's computer show," Corr asked.
"Funds were being diverted from an offshore account to a corporation in the Cayman islands. The corporation is a front for an agricultural firm known as Davis Fields. Davis Fields is the name of Cole Barkers father," Lassiter said as he looked up from the computer.
"We can confirm from the trace on his phone that Bruin did call Barker last night to eliminate Franklin and by default Agent Miller," Beckman said.
"Very well," Corr said with a sigh.
"What's on your mind Ambrose," Beckman asked when she saw the admirals dejected look.
"Something is not adding up," he said.
"What do you mean," Lassiter asked from his computer.
"Excuse me sir, but SAS is here to take custody of Barker," a yeoman said as he opened the door.
"Very well, we will pick this up after the transfer," Corr said signaling the end of the meeting and the clearing of the room.
Once everyone had cleared out Corr rubbed his hand over a weathered face and exhaled deeply.. He was a pragmatic man and he felt like he was missing something. Shaw and Barker were two highly placed operatives, and even if Bruin had access to Shaw, he couldn't figure out how Bruin would be able to get access to a foreign agent like Barker. Access to allied foreign agents is heavily classified, even the executive branch is barred from knowing their names, due to the security risk. The only people who would have access were high level DOD brass, which would mean that someone else in the defense department was involved.
"What are you missing Ambrose," Corr said as he rubbed his tired eyes.