This one was a long time coming. Any reviews are really helpful so please write them.
I do not own Chuck :(
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"This is the right address?" asked Sarah.
"According to our intel," confirmed Ellie, speaking through the team's earpieces.
"Sure doesn't look like the lair of someone who built a super weapon," mused Casey.
"Well it wouldn't be a very good lair if it looked suspicious," Chuck replied, "besides, he's not exactly an evil genius. He destroyed the prototype as soon as he realized what he had built."
"The spy satellite's in position so you are a go," Ellie informed the team.
The three rogue agents got out of the car and headed towards the house.
"Keep your eyes open for cameras," Sarah warned as they walked up the garden path towards the semidetached house. They reached the front of the house without incident. None of them would have admitted it but all three of them were expecting some kind of trap.
Chuck rang the doorbell and a middle-aged man answered the door. He matched the picture that they had pulled off the Internet, although he had obviously put on weight since then.
"Can I help you," he asked pleasantly.
"Dr. Fieldman?" asked Sarah even though they knew who he was.
"We're from the NSA," Casey explained, holding up his ID card. Casey and Sarah were officially rogue agents now but there was no was Dr. Fieldman would know that.
"You better come in then," Fieldman said and he opened his door wider.
The three of them entered the house into a large spacious hall. It had a large mirror on one side, which made the room appear even larger than it was.
"Do you mind taking your shoes off?" Dr. Fieldman asked although it sounded more like an order than a request. Chuck slipped off his shoes and placed them next to one of the pairs lining the wall. He was about the walk further into the house but something made him look at the shoes again.
"Look at the shoes," Chuck murmured, just loud enough for the other two to hear.
"We've got company," Sarah confirmed under her breath.
"CIA," Chuck said.
"Fulcrum," Casey growled.
"I take it our colleagues are already with you," Chuck asked the doctor.
"Yes, yes, they're in the living room right now," Fieldman answered, "through here."
"In that case I apologize what I'm about to do," Chuck said, pulling a small flash bang grenade out of his pocket. He tossed it to Sarah, who was standing next to the door to the living room. She pulled the pin out of the grenade, opened the door, threw it in, and closed the door again.
There was a slightly muffled explosion and the door rattled as the grenade went off. A moment passed where everything seemed absurdly quiet and the three agents sprung into action. Casey pushed himself up against the wall next to the door; Sarah pulled the door open; and Chuck burst into the doorway, tranquilizer gun in his hand.
The room was empty.
"No contacts," Chuck advised, "Ellie, has anyone been seen leaving the house?"
"No, the satellite images show no one entering or leaving the house in the time that you have been there."
Casey, gun drawn, moved to cover the stairs while Sarah guarded the corridor to the rest of the house. Chuck turned to Dr. Fieldman.
"They told me you were coming," Fieldman said, before Chuck could speak. The doctor was pointing a gun at Chuck's head.
"Fieldman," Chuck replied measuredly, "whatever they said, whatever they told you, it was a lie." Then, he added, "This muddies the waters."
"I would appreciate it if you and your partners were to put down their weapons," Fieldman said, ignoring Chuck.
"Guys," Chuck said, "would you mind putting your guns down? Fieldman seems to think that we're the bad guys."
Sarah and Casey did as they were asked and turned to face the doctor.
"Numb-nuts," Casey muttered under his breath.
"I don't think insulting him will help matters," Sarah muttered back.
"He's about to shoot the wrong people," retorted Casey, "I think the words 'numb-nuts' apply."
"I'm standing right here," Dr. Fieldman cut in, "I can hear you!"
"So, what now?" asked Chuck.
"Now," said a voice behind him, "you go to prison for a very long time."
"For what exactly?" asked Sarah, as she turned to face the two suited men entering the hallway.
"Murder, grievous bodily harm, theft, impersonating officers of the law, perversion of justice," the other, slightly shorter agent said, "How's that for starters?"
"You might struggle to prosecute," retorted Casey, "since we didn't do any of those things."
"Not my problem," the agent replied, "I'm just under orders to bring you in."
"Oh," Chuck suddenly said, "that's clever. That is very clever."
"Would you mind filling us in?" asked Sarah.
"We came here expecting to find Fulcrum agents," explained Chuck, "but they didn't send fulcrum agents. They sent regular CIA agents."
"Great," moaned Casey, "These morons think they're the good guys."
"Well," mused Chuck, "technically they are still the good guys."
"Line up against the wall," ordered the first agent, "face it with your hands behind your back."
"You got a plan?" Sarah muttered to Casey.
"We can take them," Casey replied, "but one of us is going to get shot."
"It's a good thing they asked us to face the wall," Chuck said as if he hadn't heard them.
"What?" Sarah and Casey simultaneously asked.
"I brought two flash-bangs," Chuck explained with a shrug, "I left the second one with our shoes."
The three of them squeezed their eyes shut just in time for the flash bang to detonate. Closing their eyes helped with the light but the noise was still deafening. Ignoring the pain in their ears they spun round and efficiently dealt with the two CIA agents. One received a single punch to the head from Casey and the other a kick from Sarah. That was all it took.
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"Dr. Fieldman," said Chuck as he knelt down beside the portly man, "are you okay?"
The Doctor stared up at Chuck with bloodshot eyes. He was visibly disorientated from the effect of the grenade.
"Wh-who are you?" he stuttered.
Chuck did his best to look kindly at him and replied, "My name is Charles Carmichael and I am the man who just saved your life."
"I don't understand," Fieldman almost whined, "what's going on?"
"You've probably been fed some lie about how I'm a rogue agent trying to rebuild the weapon that you designed, and up until a moment ago you believed that lie. Now, I think, you're not so sure. It's my word versus their word and you don't know who to believe. Am I correct?"
Fieldman nodded.
"Let me tell you this: I know that you built the most deadly weapon known to man but I am not interested in building the weapon. My only interest in the weapon is finding out how to stop it from working."
"You're talking about the Norseman?" the doctor asked. His expression changed from shock to fear.
"Yes, I am."
"It is a vile creation," he spat, his voice more sturdy.
"What is it?"
"You don't know?" he asked, "I guess that makes sense. If you knew what it did you would know there is nothing you can do to stop it."
"There is a way to block every weapon," Chuck replied.
"Not the Norseman. It uses gamma radiation. If you have a sample of someone's DNA you tune the frequency of the radiation to be the same as the resonant frequency of the target DNA. As you may know, gamma radiation passes through any material known to mankind and has an unlimited range. It is unstoppable."
"What does it do?"
"To everything but the target? Nothing," explained the doctor, "To the target? It rips the target DNA to shreds within minutes."
"You could assassinate someone on the other side of the planet in their own home," said a shocked Chuck.
"Providing you have a sample of their DNA."
"No wonder Fulcrum are after it," added Chuck, "they could kill anyone they wanted and blackmail everyone else. Please tell me there are no working copies."
"There are none," Fieldman confirmed, "but there is one copy of the schematic. It was needed for a project called Intersect."
"Shit."
"Chuck, we have a problem," Ellie said through the earpiece, "you have a number of suspicious vehicles approaching. They are probably fulcrum agents."
"ETA?"
"60 seconds."
Chuck stood up and slipped back into the persona of Charles Carmichael.
"Dr. Fieldman, do you have a car in that garage I saw?"
"Yes I have an Audi Q7."
Chuck ginned.
"Sounds like a good get away vehicle to me," said Casey.
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"Dad, tell me you have the Trojan ready for upload," Chuck said as he entered the Bartowski base of operations.
"Charles! What's going on?" said Steven.
"I have no time to explain," Chuck replied as he started pulling equipment out of a locker, "but I have the bait we need. It's a weapon called the Norseman; can you upload that?"
"I need more than a name Charles."
"All I have is that name and the keywords gamma, radiation, DNA and resonance. Can you make that look like a legitimate flash?" Chuck added as he loaded his tranq pistols.
"Yes."
"Good, don't forget the coordinates. Sarah's already there so the moment Fulcrum agents turn up looking for the Norseman we'll know. When they find nothing they'll head straight back to their base of operations, leading us right there."
"Hold on Bryce, we're coming for you."
Thanks for reading.
