Chuck vs. The Death of Daniel Shaw
Well, here's another chapter folks. Well, as we left off Pulaski just revealed his secret man cave to Team Chuck. So what in it? Read to find out. In this particular chapter, there is no Shaw or The Director for that matter. It's practically Shaw free, which is a good thing. Anyways, enjoy the read peeps.
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I don't own Chuck but I hope to own Season 5 on DVD.
Frankie Says Relax
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Rand Pulaksi's Beachfront Residence - Secret Man Cave
Long Beach, CA
September 20th, 2010 3:20 p.m.
Pulaski reaches the bottom of the stairs while Team Chuck are standing on the steps of the stairs behind him. He takes a quick glance back over his right shoulder expressing a small grin then reaches up lifting his right hand placing it against the electronic hand scanner. Once he does, the dark surface of the scanner suddenly illuminates into a seemingly white glow and after a few seconds he removes it leaving an initial imprint behind. All 4 team members watch as the electronic hand scanner quickly initiates a reading on not only each individual fingerprint, but the palm as well. In a matter of a few moments, the reading is over to the point where a clearly audible whoosh sound is heard as two small words in green pop on the screen: Access Granted. It's at that point, the experienced and not to mention deadly sniper once gain glances back over his right shoulder flashing a grin. He transfers the 3 cell phones he was holding in his left hand over to his right in order to reach up placing his left hand against the grayish metal door.
"Welcome, to my other man cave." he stated pushing the door open. Afterwards, he steps forward and walks into the darkened room.
The 4 person team stand there in silence but they wouldn't be for long as a resounding grunt is heard telling the team members standing in front of Casey to get their asses in gear. They quickly comply heading into the darkened room and after a brief moment all 4 of them suddenly hear from within the darkness two claps that inevitably turn what was darkness into a light causing all 5 people to momentarily wince because of the brightness in the room. It takes a few seconds for their eyes to adjust but when they do the married spy couple, the Colonel, and the 4th member of Team Chuck find themselves in a large room full of assorted weapons. A cache of weapons to be exact adorn the left and right walls causing Casey to smirk inevitably sounding off an absolute pleasurable experience concerning what he sees all around him.
"I'm in heaven." he gruffly said furrowing his eyebrows.
Chuck, Casey, and Sarah all turn their attention to their hulking teammate then to each other. The trio recall the moment they stepped into a secret area of level 36 of Wexler Industries where they stood in a similar room where they are standing now. It was in that secret room filled with a cache of weapons that Chuck to this very day still thinks Casey was crying and not blinded by the lights, which he supposedly claimed to be the former nerd herder thinks to himself. In any case, the attention on grizzled military veteran is averted to Pulaski who is heading left to a particular area of the room leading the 3 teammates to follow suit. After a few moments, they approach Pulaski who is sticking the 3 cell phones belonging to Casey, Sarah, and Travis into a what seem to be a miniature bomb disposal until of some sort. Afterwards, he reaches over with his right hand grabbing a small incendiary device, switches it on, drops it in, quickly closes the metallic lid, turns around, and motions his 4 friends/allies to take a few steps back for their own safety just in case. This all happens in one fell swoop. In a matter of a few seconds, they suddenly not only hear a muffled explosion but puffs of smoke billowing out from when the miniature bomb disposal unit. It's at that point, Travis pipes up with a question weighing on his mind.
"So what do we do now?" he inquired.
"I don't know about you…" answered Casey. "…but I'm going to check out the hardware." he stated heading off to one particular area just off to his right.
All 4 individuals witness Casey inevitably stand in front of a specific weapon that apparently caught his eye. A smirk appears on Pulaski's lips witnessing Casey gently retrieve his 7.62x51mm M40 Sniper Rifle with attached silent suppressor, which is considered his baby. He has great taste in sniper rifles he thinks to himself. His thoughts concerning his brother in arms taste in weaponry are abruptly ended by the sound of Chuck's voice snapping him back to reality.
"I never knew this was here. How?"
"Well…" answered Pulaski proudly looking around the room. "…I stumbled upon this baby a week after your wedding, which is when I bought this place after selling my cabin. I did my usual electronic sweep of the house because you always want to be careful just in case." he explained.
"Sure." nodded Travis.
"Of course." said Chuck.
"I agree." Sarah agreed.
Pulaski shrugs his shoulder and then continues on. "Anyways, I was sweeping the hallways when I found the hidden room. Apparently, the previous owner had a panic room secretly built in but now that I own the place it is where I store my weapons among other things." he explained once again. "I replaced the old control panel with an electronic hand scanner and the rest is history."
"Awesome." responded Travis.
Chuck and Sarah agree with their friend/fellow teammate. After a few moments, Chuck has something weighing on his mind that Sarah keenly notices.
"Chuck, you okay?"
"I wish we could figure out what's happening out there. It's not an awesome feeling to not have any eyes and ears on what's going on, especially now we don't have any means of communication." the brown haired man said shaking his head.
"You got that right dude. It's like Superman not having his powers and he's just plain ole' Clark Kent." responded Travis reaching up raking his fingers on both hands through his hair.
In that instance, Sarah reaches up with her right hand in order to rub her husband's left shoulder. "I do too babe. Unfortunately, we're unable to use our equipment at Castle to listen on some chatter."
There is a brief moment of silence but it would abruptly end as Pulaski responds. "This place may not have the equipment quite like yours in Castle to listen in on some chatter but I do have the next best thing." he explained.
Chuck and Sarah briefly turn their heads facing each other then turn their attention to Pulaski. "You do?" they both retort in unison.
"Yup."
"Where?" wondered Sarah looking around the room.
It's at that point, Pulaski sticks his right hand in his left front pocket. He pulls it out retrieving something from within and holds what appears to be a small device up in his hand showing the happily married couple. "Right here." he answered with a smirk.
Without even looking, he points the device over his left shoulder and presses the button on it. Once he does, Casey's attention on the sniper rifle he's holding along with the rest of his teammates turn to see the entire far end of the wall rise up. When it does, Team Chuck sees what seems to be not only a surveillance system sliding forward, but a metal stool rise up from the floor as well.
As usual, Chuck and Travis are amazed at what they see before them. Afterwards, the 4th member of Team Chuck turns to his lanky teammate standing to his left and reaches up with his right hand giving him a quick pat on his right shoulder. "Dude, Pulaski's like Batman."
Chuck nods briefly glancing at his teammate standing next to him. "It is pretty awesome Trav." he retorted.
"You guys comin'?" he asked walking off heading to the surveillance system at the far end of the room. Chuck, Sarah, and Travis don't say a word but do express brief smiles as they follow Pulaski. They would inevitably be followed by Casey who after passing him expresses a grunt. He begrudgingly puts back the M40 Sniper Rifle back in it's place then takes a brief moment to give it a gentle rub. Once he does, he expresses a smirk as if to non verbally say "later" then heads off this left joining the rest of the individuals congregating around the surveillance system.
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Whiz Kid System, Inc.
Santa Monica, CA
September 20th, 2010 3:45 p.m.
"Morgan." said Cassidy. The eldest Wexler sister quickly enters the front entrance of Whiz Kid Systems, Inc. and makes her way straight to the bearded man standing in front of the receptionist's desk where Beverly Kim is currently sitting behind.
"Cass…" responded Morgan quickly turning around. He briefly looks behind her towards the front entrance then returns his attention to Sarah's older sister. "…is your dad behind you?" he inquired.
Cassidy shakes her head. "No, he and my mom along with my son went straight to Travis' house to check on Shannon and the kids."
She briefly glances at Chuck's secretary then turns her head back facing the little bearded man standing in front of her. Cassidy Wexler has always lived vicariously through her younger sister since learning she was a spy. The thrill, excitement, intrigue, and not to mention the kick butt action that was shared with her in the past would leave her wanting more like a wide eyed little kid. As much as she wanted to hear everything that went on concerning a particular mission, not all of it would be shared because of curtained classified details that needed to be kept on the down low. True, she would most definitely be satisfied with not getting or knowing all the details for that matter even though she is of course a business woman that thrives on having the details at one's own disposal.
Unfortunately, the intrigue of a thrilling and exciting kick butt mission didn't concern her at the moment. What did concern her is the safety, as well as well being of not only her little sister but her brother-in-law along with the rest of her friends who are off the radar according to her father. When it came to past missions that would take them foreign lands, she knew that they would always come back because DeAnna would call her, which was something that would certainly be considered a deal made between not only sisters but a father and a daughter. That wasn't the case this time as her father received a call from her brother-in-law's secretary causing absolute concern within not only their family, but their inner circle of friends who have been in the know for quite some time. It's at this point, her thoughts are set aside as she refocuses her attention on Morgan. She furrows her eyebrows and narrows her eyes at the bearded man who in her mind will give her the answers she needs.
"What's going on?" asked Cassidy.
"Not out here." answered the bearded one holding up his right hand. He leans back looking down the hall noticing employees milling about.
"The conference room is empty…" chimed in Beverly Kim standing up from behind her receptionist desk. "…you two can speak privately."
"Thanks Bev." firmly nodded Cassidy.
"You're welcome Ms. Wexler." she retorted.
Morgan nods then gestures for Cassidy to accompany him to the conference room where they can speak privately with each other. After taking their leave from the receptionist area, they enter the conference room with the little bearded man turning on the lights as the two of them enter. Morgan takes a quick second to peak out the conference room door window then turns his attention to Sarah's very concerned older sister. "Okay…" he stated holding both hands in front of him. "…the snatch and grab mission to capture The Ring Director went south."
"What do you mean!?" she loudly wondered.
"Shhhhh." In that instance, the bearded best friend of Chuck Bartowski waves his hands mad man in order to not only calm Cassidy down, but lower her voice as well. He takes a moment to look out the conference room door window once again hoping none of the other employees heard the loud outburst that just happened. After waiting for a few seconds, he doesn't see anyone coming or hear any footsteps coming towards their direction causing him to take several deep but quick breaths. His attention outside the conference room is averted back to the intimidating figure standing to his right. "They were set up by The Director himself?" he whispered.
"How?" she responded shaking her head in total disbelief.
"Apparently, The C.I.A. thinks they murdered the new C.I.A. Director."
"What? Are you kidding me?"
Morgan shakes his head. "I wish I was Cass." He sidesteps to his right and when he does leans down grabbing the back of one of the conference table chairs. He pulls one out, turns it around a bit, and then plops himself down. As he sits there, he shakes his head playing the entire situation over in his mind. Afterwards, he peers up at Cassidy and continues on. "Thankfully, Beckman gave them the heads up before the C.I.A. arrived to take all 4 of them to custody."
A sense of relief washes over Cassidy's face as she places her right hand over her chest. She can truly feel her heart beating like a drum at that very moment. However, she wouldn't have complete relief unless she knows where her baby sister is. "Where are they?"
"They are in Long Beach laying low at Rand Pulaski's house."
Cassidy nods. "Ok, did they leave a number or anything?"
"No."
"All right, do you know where Pulaski lives."
"Sorry, I'm afraid not." Morgan replied.
Instantly, Cassidy's eyes narrow at the bearded man who has nothing useful to share with him. She clenches her jaw and steps towards him causing Chuck's bosom buddy to grow increasingly fearful for his own life. The oldest Wexler sister stands over Morgan in a menacing way and then bends down placing both hands down on the arm rests gripping them very tightly. Her eyes lock eyes on the man sitting down and she can clearly tell that he deathly afraid of his life at the moment by the way he's sliding back/down in his chair. "Tell me Morgan…" she firmly stated gritting her teeth. Cassidy never breaks eye contact with a very frightened man. "…what do you know?"
"Well…" he nervously answered taking a moment to swallow. He briefly glances either side noticing he's in quite a precarious position and then reluctantly peers back up at the very intimidating woman glaring down at him. "…what I do know is that Chuck told me he would make contact once things settled down."
"Is that all?"
"Yes ma'am." he quickly squeaked out. "That's all he told me. I swear." added Morgan.
There is a brief moment of silence within the conference room as Cassidy turns her head to mull over what Morgan just shared with her. Her attention would inevitably return to the man who is deathly afraid for his life as he asked a seemingly pertinent question with bit of hesitance on his part. "Uh Cass, can I get up now?"
Cassidy doesn't answer Morgan right away. She continues to hover over him like a predatory vulture but afterwards the proud mother to Hunter Wexler and Chief Operating Officer of Wexler Industries releases her tight grip on the arm rests of the chair. Once she releases her grip on the arm rest and straightens up, Cassidy turns around with her arms crossed inevitably taking a few steps forward. While doing so, Morgan slides down but she completely ignores the sound of a semi-loud thump on the floor behind her. "I hope you are ok D." she faintly muttered under breath.
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Rand Pulaksi's Beachfront Residence - Secret Man Cave
Long Beach, CA
September 20th, 2010 4:15 p.m.
Pulaski sits on the metal stool in front of the surveillance system with one hand placed on the right side of his black head phones. For the past hour, he's been busy listening on some chatter and every once and a while handed over his head phones to each team member to listen in on what's being said concerning the situation revolving around the death of the new C.I.A. Director, which they were set up to take the fall by the nefarious Ring Director. After a few moments, he removes the head phones letting them hang around his neck. He then turns around whole still seated in the metal chair facing the fab foursome who inevitably step back a few feet away in order to face him.
"As you guys heard, it doesn't sound good at all."
"Affirmative." gruffly responded Casey. "From what I heard, they're not going to rest until they capture us, especially since it's a top C.I.A. official who was murdered." the proud marine added.
"This isn't awesome. So what do we do?" wondered Chuck.
"We let this play out babe and make smart decisions. If we make the wrong one's then we won't be able to clear our names." retorted Sarah.
"In order to do that, we have to make The Director confess that he murdered the new C.I.A. Director whereby setting us up to take the fall." chimed in Travis shaking his head. "How are we going to do that knowing The C.I.A. is out looking for us?"
"Hell if I know Trav." said Chuck. "What I do know is once things settle down we need to contact Beckman along with the rest of our friends and family."
"Negative on friends and family." the NSA agent grunted shaking his head. "Too dangerous. We also put their lives in danger if we do Bartowski." Casey gruffly added.
Casey is right. Sarah stands there knowing that if they do attempt to contact family or friends for that matter it's not just their life that will be placed in great danger. It's better that they don't know exactly where they are or have full disclosure of the matter at hand because it frees them from possibly being interrogated or quite possibly threatened to give them the information they don't have. As much as she wants to call her family and tell them she's okay, the blonde beauty can't because she wants to keep them safe. Yet, she can't help but feel for her teammate Travis who has a wife and 3 kids. She glances over at him standing to her left knowing how much he must be worrying about them and vice versa. Granted, she's used to this type of life being that their whole life has been revolving around being a member of the Zeitgeist but this is a whole new ball game she thinks to herself.
"I agree with Casey. We'll have to find a way to contact Beckman and give her the SITREP." responded happily married woman.
"Oh…" interjected Pulaski. "…you need a way to contact Beckman? I got that no problem." he added standing up. The former member to Kirk Archer's team steps to his left and heads towards a medium sized locker with double doors against the wall situated next to several of his weapons. After reaching it, he stands there for brief moment glancing over his right shoulder then returns his attention to the locker itself. He places both hands gripping the handles of each locker door then turns them both inevitably opening it up. When he does, he turns around stepping to the his right. "Here ya go."
Team Chuck stands there for a moment in awe of what they see before them. As all 4 of them step forward in order to inspect the items for a much more closer inspection, Travis pipes up as he elbows his friend and fellow teammate Chuck standing beside him. "Dude, he's better than Batman, he's freakin' James Bond."
Chuck nods expressing a grin on lips in response to what Travis said. His attention on Travis inevitably turns to Pulaski who is standing there with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. "You have a lot of burn phones man."
"Hey…" shrugged Pulaski. "…you never know when you're going to need one. I'm always prepared for anything." he added.
"Prepared for what? World War 3?" retorted Casey.
Casey is about to respond when Sarah chimes in. "It doesn't matter partner. We have a way of contacting Beckman but not right now. Things need to settle down a bit before we can."
"Sarah's right. We've been through so much today and we all need to decompress from the situation." stated Chuck. He then turns to face not only Travis but everybody else as well. "I know it's going to be hard because we're concerned about our friends and family but we need to just sit down to catch our breath."
"Yeah big guy..." chimed in Travis. "...do like what the lead singer of Frankie Goes To Hollywood says in his most popular song." he added.
"What would that be?" wondered Pulaski.
"Relax." Chuck and Travis replied in unison.
"I'm not the type of guy who relaxes Bartowski." The Colonel grumbled.
"If only there was a bonsai tree around." chuckled the 4th member of Team Chuck.
The grizzled military veteran shoots a glaring stare at Travis causing the sound of chuckling to immediately stop. It's at that point, Pulaski pipes up getting everybody's attention. "Hey, I think I have something to help Casey relax since I know how he thinks from one fellow sniper to another." he said stepping forward and past Team Chuck. Pulaski heads towards a covered sheet in the middle right area of the room where a wall behind the sheet is riddle with bullet holes. In any case, he is followed by the rest of the 4 person team and after reaching the covered sheet, the trained sniper grabs the bottom end uncovers it causing a smirk to slowly appear on Casey's lips.
"Isn't that Mahmoud Ahmadinjad?" asked Travis gesturing to the target head made out of cardboard.
"Yup…" nodded Pulaski. "…and Fidel Castro along with Kim Jong Il, Osama Bin Ladin, as well as Momar Kadafi. So what do you think?" he added rotating the contraption.
A hint of smile appears on Sarah's as she briefly glances at her partner who sounds off a pleasurable grunt. "I think my partner will be able to relax just fine." she answered leaning over to her right gently bumping him.
It's at that point, a semi-loud grumbling sound is heard within the room and it isn't coming from Casey. The attention is immediately turned to Chuck who has his right hand on his stomach. "My bad, I guess I'm hungry." he stated patting his stomach with a sheepish smile on his face.
"I'll make a food run." responded Pulaski heading towards the open metal door. "You two…" He points to Chuck and Travis with Sarah standing next to her husband. "…the door to my other man cave is open so feel free to use the pool table."
Chuck and Travis simultaneously look at each other. "Awesome." they both respond in unison.
"Agent Walker…"
Sarah immediately cuts him off. "I'm fine."
"Casey…" Pulaski stops and just waves off what he was going to say to him. "…pizza good with you guys? I'm going to head over to my local pizza place." he asked standing in the doorway.
"Fine with us." responded Chuck. He then quirk's his right brow. "You're not going to order it by phone?" questioned the tall, lanky man.
"I'm always careful…" he answered. "…especially when it comes to going on a food run."
All 3 team members nod while Casey continues to be transfixed on the mechanized target in front of him. Afterwards, Pulaski is about to turn around in order to head up the stairs when Sarah suddenly stops him. "Pulaski!"
"Yeah?" he replied glancing over his right shoulder with one foot on the flight stairs.
"Vegetarian, no olives…" requested Sarah. "…if you don't mind." she added with a grin.
Pulaski is briefly silent for a moment but then expresses a grin as well. He then nods acknowledging the blonde's request and when he does he turns around heading up the stairs inevitably disappearing out of sight.
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Casa Woodcomb
Echo Park, CA
September 20th, 2010 6:15 p.m.
As you we reported earlier, motorists in the vicinity of Hollywood Blvd near Grauman's Chinese Theater were rocked not by an earthquake, but by an explosion that caused a dark S.U.V. to plunge down to the end of the red line tracks located just underneath. From what we gathered, a top government official has apparently died because of the explosion. The details of what happened or who was involved are not being shared at this point but once we are able to get further details on the situation Channel 13 KPF news will have it. On to sports…
"He did it…" stated Ellie quickly muting it. She stands up making her way to the front of the big screen tv. She shakes hear head while pacing back and forth. "…John murdered that top government official." she added reaching with her right had in order to bite her finger nails.
Elli and Devon were practically glued to their big screen television once the news of what happened earlier in the day hit the airwaves. They sat their dumbfounded at the seemingly chaotic scene unfolding before them in the comfort of their own living room. As much as they were rendered speechless by the aftermath of the controlled chaos that was going on in Hollywood Blvd, they still couldn't believe their long time neighbor was the main person responsible for such a heinous act.
"I know babe. It's certainly a big brain stamp that's for sure." retorted the handsome heart surgeon tending to his baby daughter.
"I'm going to call Justin." she said. Ellie quickly reaches down to retrieve her Iphone sitting on the coffee table.
"Ellie, I don't think…"
Devon doesn't get to finish his sentence as he sees his wife quickly put up her finger while she dials a number with the other hand. After a few seconds of waiting, the other end picks up.
"Ellie, what's up? You and Devon okay?"
"We're fine Justin. Did you see the news?" she quickly replied.
"Yes we did. Trust me, we're going to get John Casey for what he did. So just relax."
"I know you are but…"
"But what?"
Ellie locks eyes with her husband who has their baby daughter Clara in his arms. As she stands there with a worried look on her face, her fears come to the surface causing her to share them one in particular with Justin. "We can't sit back and relax. What if John comes back? I don't. My family and I don't feel safe knowing that."
There is a brief silence on the other end of the line causing the eldest Bartowski sibling to become concerned. She begins nervously playing with her necklace but her she would be somewhat calmed down once she hears the double agent's voice once again. "Ok, go to the speaker I gave you and Devon. The one I said will protect you."
"Ok." she replied. Ellie walks towards the island where she set the speaker down on. "I'm here, what's next?" inquired the brunette looking over the speaker. As she does, Devon approaches with their daughter in her arms.
"Open it."
Ellie arches her right brow upon hearing that. "How?"
"Press all three buttons at once and then wait for a click." he answered.
After taking a brief moment to glance at her husband, she complies with Justin's instructions. She presses all 3 button on the speaker and after a few seconds the couple hear a click. Once it clicks, a secret panel suddenly opens causing Ellie to glance back over her left shoulder towards her husband. Her attention on her husband is focused back to Justin on the phone. "It's open."
"Good, now reach in and grab it."
Once again Ellie complies and as she sticks her hand into retrieve whatever Justin put in there, Devon asks a seemingly pertinent question. "What is it?"
In that instance, Ellie takes out the object placed in the speaker and then slowly towards around in order to show her husband. She lifts her head and answers him. "A gun." she softly said.
Devon's eyes go completely wide. "Definitely not awesome." he breathed out.
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