Chuck vs. The Death of Daniel Shaw

Well, here's another chappy folks. This chapter is primarily focused on the 3 Ring agents who are assigned to eliminate the friends and family of Chuck, Travis, and Sarah. It getting in their mind and having a window into what their thinking. I thought it would be interesting to have some insight into the characters of Agent Sydney Prince, Cross, and Javier Cruz who don't really have much of a back story in the series. Without a doubt, it's getting intense that's for sure as the chapters continue! You have to read and find out what happens next. Anyways, enjoy the read peeps.

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Nothing Personal

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Riley Residence
Brentwood, CA
September 21st, 2010 11:45 p.m.

Javier Cruz. He is considered one of The Ring's best international assassins. He has been all over the world, stayed in places both lavish, as well as rundown , and eaten everywhere imaginable in order to do The Director's dirty work. The evil version of 007 who has quite possibly been with women of all nationalities but in all likelihood the job comes first. In any case, his record speaks for itself in eliminating targets and disappearing without getting caught or recognized due to wearing a disguise is absolutely impeccable. To him, each kill was well planned out and not to mention meticulous to the point where he didn't leave any evidence behind whatsoever.

When it comes to the execution of the target, he does it clean even though it did leave a certain amount of a mess depending on what particular weapon to use to accomplish the orders he was given. Those orders were to take out what his superiors believed to be either an annoyance or an obstacle. In his mind, he has been truly proud of every target inevitably representing a successful notch under his professional killer belt.

Yet, the assignment he was given left Cruz feeling considerably underwhelmed because of how menial a task it was to the point where he almost refused but ending up taking it anyway. Why? For the professional assassin, he thought it would be a good way to in all intents and purposes have some fun instead of using his normal means of going about his business.

However, The Director never told him he would have to not only sit through mind numbing 2 hour kids movie, but babysit 2 pint size brats…3 if you counted the short bearded idiot who enjoyed it as much they did. He was forced to by them even to the point of singing along during and he's one guy that doesn't sing. What would come afterwards would be considerably grueling interrogation of non stop questions in rapid fire succession. It was most definitely pure torture to experience for himself so much so that he would have assassinate himself to be freed from the cheerful world he is not accustomed to being part of.

A world he completely stays away from because it doesn't fit the type of guy he is…a cold, heartless bastard who enjoys the thrill of the hunt but takes sweet pleasure in the kill of his unsuspecting victims. Granted, children are involved but according to The Director he will be paid handsomely for eliminating every individual that is in the house. True, he would be deemed a monster but he has associated himself with individuals who are considered to be monsters so he's in good company, Of course, there's the simple fact that he doesn't care as long as the money is transferred to his account once the task is completed. He's in…he's out…on to the next mission ordered to go on without a guilty conscience nagging at him.

Anyways, once the nearly 2 hour flick was over freeing himself from the mind numbing verbal torture of two girls he needed to get out of the house. So, he made the plausible excuse of doing a perimeter sweep making sure to emphasize it was for their own safety. The gullible civilians, mainly the small bearded man, believed it and from his standpoint Cruz believed he would believe anything told to him not knowing it was entirely false. He would have great pleasure in taking him out last and he wouldn't even see it coming he thinks to himself as he stands on the back porch looking out into the backyard where a large pool reflects the moon high above the starry filled night sky.

A peaceful, and seemingly serene night that for some people is a perfect opportunity to get some deck chairs and bring out a telescope to do some stargazing. Not him. He takes the opportunity to get away from the annoyingly positive love fest that previously went on inside that would make guys like himself in his profession utterly puke. He honestly didn't know how much longer he would last knowing he would have to wait for the notification to do what he does best. The anticipation to get it over with is palpable judging by the feeling of his itchy trigger finger so much so he examined his weapon many times.

Thankfully, he was able to step into what he felt was most comfortable and that was stay in the shadows of the darkness to some extent blow off some steam. Although the back porch lights being on, he became accustomed to it as he spent his life in the shadows or should I say in disguise. For it's all that he's known since he was recruited by The Ring and he is certainly damn good at his job. His thoughts concerning the matter are abruptly ended when the door to the back porch suddenly opens causing him to instinctively react by turning our drawing his weapon towards the door.

"Whoa!" quickly responded Morgan holding up both hands." It's just me Agent Cruz." he added slowly stepping forward towards the intimidating bald man a few feet in front of him.

Cruz reluctantly lowers his weapon to his side and as he does eyes the short bearded man inevitably standing in front of him. "You could have been shot Mr. Grimes." he firmly stated.,

"That would not have been awesome." he replied. Morgan chuckles with a bit of amusement peering down at Cruz's weapon clutched in his right hand down at his side. "Listen, I came out to check on you. Do you need anything? Bottle of water? Food? A snack? Reading material…" he said motioning inside with his right thumb. "…I brought some comic books if you want…"

"No thank you." interjected Cruz. The nefarious Ring agent stares intently down at the bearded little man causing Morgan to be considerably uncomfortable.

"Awesome." he nervously retorted. Morgan nods then turns around heading back through the back porch door. However, before he disappears out of sight he stops and turns looking over his left shoulder. "We think it's great you're here protecting us. You're like Kevin Costner in the movie The Bodyguard protecting Whitney Houston. In this case Whitney Houston is a combo of 7 people but you get the point…" Morgan knows he's rambling and can' definitely tell by the annoyed look on Cruz's face he's not helping matters. "…or not. Anyways, I'll make sure to inform Shaw you did awesome job. You'll probably get a medal like Luke Skywalker and Han Solo did at the end of Star Wars from Princess Lea." he added. After giving a head nod towards he slips inside the Riley house closing the door behind him.

For Cruz, he stands there for a moment letting the little bearded man's words sink in all the while wondering is he for real. No man can be that idiotic. True, he has no idea what movie he's talking about because quite frankly it's been a really long time since he's seen one. Regardless of that personal admission, he must stay focused and not become increasingly irritated. To him, he once again knows on thing for that when it's all said and done Morgan Grimes will certainly be the last die he thinks to himself.

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Mrs. Casabian's Residence
Echo Park, CA
September 21st, 2010 11:45 p.m.

The Ring Agent in charge of the Los Angeles cell spent time perusing around the elderly woman's apartment. A typical apartment that's furnished by a woman in her age range decorated with countless antiques. It's that particular thought that leads her to express an amused smile as she gently glides her fingers over the ivory keys of vintage piano.

In her mind, the female resident of this apartment who is currently enjoying a cruise is considered by any stretch of the imagination an antique herself. As she continues taking a walking tour through the woman's apartment, she scans the many pictures of children possibly her grandchildren not only on the book shelves and counters, but hanging on the wall as well.

One particular picture captures hanging on the wall catches her attention and that is of one of Mrs. Casbian and her grandchild laughing together. To her, the pictures of the happy smiles on their faces represent pure innocence and a normal life, which she no longer has once she became a member of the ring. In her mind, the life she now leads in which she tortures, manipulates, blackmails, and kills individuals for a living is considered a normal life.

A life she would gladly have than some humdrum, boring one where every day is the same tedious day. It's not a life I would not have envisioned for myself because I don't see myself as living the American Dream in a white picket fence. A wife, a mother, or the stupid homemaker type for that matter. I am a cold blooded killer for The Ring and that is who I will always be unlike Agent Sarah Walker.

The thought of Agent Walker compromising herself because she ended up falling in love with her then asset now husband is completely ridiculous. Langston Graham's best agent figuratively taken down by some geek who used to work at Buy More no less. To be perfectly honest, he is truly out of her league and the thought of the two of them as being deemed the spy couple who defied the odds to be together is a love story that makes her sick to her stomach.

As she continues to stand there lost in thought, she can't help but consider the irony in which the man who spent the last 5 years trying to take down The Ring is now a part of it. Granted, she was the woman who was the contact point for his late wife Eve Shaw in order to infiltrate the organization. It was more of a business relationship between the two of them than a personal one.

The one thing The Ring has taught you is you don't establish friendships but rather contacts because it's easier to kill that person and instantly walk away knowing you haven't been compromised in any way, shape, or form she thinks to herself. Although they weren't friends, she and Shaw's wife spent a considerable amount of time with each other. She would learn that the spouse of Daniel Shaw was driven and very determined but she did have weaknesses one of them being her husband.

Of course, she didn't show it being the consummate professional government agent she is; but she noticed it in her eyes. A look of long distance love in which you're most definitely missing someone and she certainly exploited it for everything that is was worth. It was her idea in fact to portray her as a traitor to her government knowing full well she was truly a patriot for her country.

Agent Prince shared the idea with The Director and he was totally delighted in the idea so much so he gave her a promotion. The promotion of being in charge of her own Ring cell and she was given the choice of where. Of course, she chose Los Angeles and she has been there ever since. Now, when it comes to Daniel Shaw himself the head strong and tough female Ring agent would certainly like to get to know him better now that he's on their side.

To her, he's a reasonably attractive man and she's sure they'll be able to not involve any of their emotions whatsoever. However, if the discussion concerning his wife ever comes up she'll leave out the part where it was her idea to deem her a traitor whereby leading to her death.

In any case, having Shaw as a new addition is truly a major asset to the organization. He can provide classified intel to the Ring without causing any suspicion on him because much of the agency knows him as the agent who will not stop in taking down the organization responsible for his wife's death.

A perfect cover that with hold tremendous value in the months and years to come she thinks to herself. In her mind, it's a partnership that will certainly have it's advantages once he settles in making himself quite comfortable alongside his ally, as well as new found business partner.

It's that particular moment, a smile creeps on her lips thinking how fun it will be knowing that with the defeat and ultimate demise of a team that has given The Ring's countless headaches since their inception will finally come to fruition. Her attention on the photo hanging on the wall would broken leading her head to turn towards her cell phone on the kitchen table where he weapon sits.

The anticipation of receiving the orders by The Director are as she feels close at hand. It's at that point, she walks off heading to the window near the front door. When she reaches it, she reaches up pushing down with her finger part of the window shade and in doing partially through what used to be Chuck's room now Clara's. While standing there, she sees the happily married couple watching their daughter sleep. The hallway light illuminating the nursery just enough to make out the both of them arm in arm expressing smile on both their faces. In that instance, a lone thought coming to her mind concerning how she sees the situation at hand. Nothing personal, it's just business.

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Wexler Condo
Santa Monica, CA
September 21st, 2010 11:45 p.m.

The Ring Director's most trusted right hand man sits comfortably in a waiting area on the same floor where the Wexler family's apartment resides. Agent Cross has always been the most reliable of Ring agents being that he's pretty much the go to guy for any mission involving capture or retrieval for that matter. He's discreet, no nonsense, and will handle matters with own sense of style, as well as pinash. To him, The Director knows he can personally handle any situation even if it comes to the point where it can get out of hand, which it hasn't.

He's had a fair amount of experience taking care of business for his nefarious leader who he would not only protect, but give his own life for. During his humble beginnings at the farm, The Director has had eyes on him taking note of his potential as someone who could be very useful in his organization. His exemplary leadership and negotiating skills along with his impressive scores in combat in a simulated setting proved to be a perfect candidate for something far better when it came to his professional career.

Once he established himself within the agency, his talents on the side of right was considered wasteful in the eyes of his now boss. It didn't take much for him to switch sides once he was told the incentives provided to him, which was more than he ever bargained for. It's a similar incentive that his now ally Daniel Shaw was given and took a hold of. His incentive is all out revenge for the murder of his wife by woman who was order to take her out…Agent Sarah Walker.

It's true they never crossed paths but that doesn't mean he's never heard of her exploits with the agency. He was rather impressed by all the accomplishments she was able to achieve in such a short career. As a lone agent or teaming up with her former partner Bryce Larkin, she has proven herself to be a force to be reckon but now that's she's compromised herself by falling in love she's a complete fool he thinks to himself. Yet, even though he considers her a fool, she's a dangerous fool who is not to be trifled with when it comes to her former asset turned husband Agent Chuck Bartowski.

His thoughts concerning the married spy couple inevitably turn to his own personal life. He is not married and when it comes a girlfriend he doesn't have one. Agent Cross dedicated his life to The Ring and it has in all intents and purposes been a marriage relationship made in heaven. The focus and determination he has when it comes to the job itself is the reason why his subordinates and peers respect him. In his mind, the devotion in carrying out the orders of a man who can absolutely do no wrong in his eyes makes him the right agent to the job that nobody else can or has the balls to do.

For him, it takes certain amount of fortitude and cold hearted ruthlessness that most people would not be able to stomach except for certain few like himself. When it comes to his own sordid history as The Director's right hand man, he has taken out and painfully tortured countless individuals without any kind of remorse whatsoever. Of course, whether they were high on the proverbial food chain or just another Joe schmoe it didn't matter to him because he treated each and every target with the same gentle maliciousness that he is known for. No exceptions. He has built a quiet reputation to the point where he is most definitely feared within his own organization. It's how I like it.

Essentially, it's that particular thought that brings hint of a smile on his lips concerning his reputation around the so called office. He earned the respect of those above and below him to the point where when he walks down the corridors in any Ring facility within the United State or overseas, all the agents make it a point to move out of his way.

True, it gives him an ego boost but it's much deserved because he's worked hard to be in the position he's in right now. Call him a psychopathic narcissist with homicidal tendencies, which he will gladly accept because quite frankly he is what his file has described him to be.

It's that description of him in which he will eliminate Agent Walker's family without any kind of remorse or shedding of tears from him. He considers himself a heartless bastard who will get the job done…PERIOD. When it's all said and done, the Wexler family will just be another notch under his belt and he won't lose any amount sleep or feel guilty about it either.

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Carlyle Building
Downtown Los Angeles, CA
September 21st, 2010 11:55 p.m.

The door opens to what seems to be the somewhat darkened surveillance/security/communications room of the floor and in discreetly pops a head of a masked figure who take a brief moment to scan inside. After making sure the coast is clear, he quickly makes his way inside and once he does find himself inside the individual makes sure nobody is outside the corridor. He's safe as there is nobody walking towards the right or left of the doorway. Afterwards, he shuts the door and at the same time he does he removes his mask revealing the individual to be none other than Travis Riley.

It took him a better part of a half an hour to get much of the sweaty stink off him as human possibly without the aid of a shower. The sponge bath would have to do because there were more pressing matters to attend to in form of finding a way to locate his friends and General Beckman. In order to do that, he would have to locate surveillance/communications room. Easier said than do he thought to himself. Lucky for him, there was a rather large wall map on the floor he was on, which showed what he's been looking for was one floor above him.

To locate it was easy but to get there would be considered the difficult part being that the floor could very well be swarming with Ring agents. Fortunately for him, there weren't any. As a matter of fact, the entire floor seemed eerily quiet like an absolute ghost town as if every ring agent were located in one area. But where though? In a sense, his qausi mission would be like the PS3 video game Metal Gear in which he is the main character Solid Snake or Raiden depending on which game you play he thinks to himself.

Anyways, his considerably proud of his stealthy movement throughout the two floor as he was able to put his infiltration training into good used. Stay in the shadows and not be seen even in plain sight, whether it be in disguise or not. Training that was taught to him by his instructor, mentor and not to mention father figure Tobias Carter. He was equally as proud of that momentous feat even though he was at absolute disadvantage with the sweaty body odor. A hint of grin appears on his lips upon thinking that particular thought. His thought concerning the matter at hand quickly ends as he turns

It's at that point, he makes way to the nearest chair where he plops himself down and begins using the surveillance system to perform an active floor by floor live search of the possible whereabouts of Sarah, Casey, and Beckman.

When it comes to his friend Chuck Bartowski, there is a sense of worry for his friend who was left behind because he doesn't have any idea what Shaw or The Ring Director have in store for him. As he clicks away at the keyboard, he inevitably brings up the surveillance screen of what looks to be the building parking garage. He scrolls through the screens intently focused on the screen in front of him, which are illuminating not only his face but part of the room as well.

During his search, he every once and while turns his head glancing over his left shoulder towards the door. He wants to make sure he's fully prepared to take action if an unfortunate Ring agents happens to step inside. Fortunately, there isn't any danger of that happening right now so he returns to scanning the surveillance security system feed. After a few moments of searching his eyes widen as he stumbles upon two familiar faces hold up in detention cells…Beckman and Casey.

"Don't worry guys…" he quietly whispered to himself. "…the cavalry is here." Travis firmly added furrowing his eyebrows with considerably intensity.

Unfortunately, he has no earthly idea how he is going to pull off this humongous effort to save them. He has to find some way to do it but in the meantime he takes not of what floor they are on…2 floors down. Afterwards, he continues to scrolling through the surveillance/security system live feed and after coming up empty several times he suddenly stumbles on a familiar blonde hanging by her wrists.

"Sarah!" he loudly whispered.

He intently scans the screen pushing in to see if she is okay. It takes a while noticing the blood stains on her cheek and hands but as far as he can tell she's not only fine, but conscious as well, which is most definitely an awesome thing he thinks to himself. Once again he takes note of the floor she is on…3 floors up. Afterwards, he continues to scroll through the surveillance/security system live feed he suddenly sees the image of Chuck appear into view of out from the darkness.

As he intently stares at the screen he can vaguely tell that he's under some kind of spotlight. He can't hear what's going on but he can see with his own two eyes and keeps them focused on the screen in front of him attempting to figure out what's going on. While doing so, Chuck briefly looks behind him where The Director is standing behind him expressing a smug look on his face. His attention then turns to the 5 silhouetted figures seated above him leading one of them to speak up.

"Glad you could join us Agent Bartowski." the gruff male voice stated.

"I didn't have a choice in the matter." Chuck retorted. There is brief pause then continues on. "Listen, release my wife and friends. You have me…" he said pointing to himself. "…so let them go." pleaded the brown haired business owner.

A female voice suddenly chimes in causing Chuck to turn his head slightly to the right. "This isn't how it works. You play by our rules."

"When did The Ring play by the rules?" defiantly stated Chuck. A intense, glaring stare is directed towards the 5 individuals seated and masked in darkness. "I could very well take this whole organization down."

It's at that point, a voice is heard within the darkness in the area where Chuck is standing. "Oh really now." He can't pinpoint the exact location but he is certain it's Shaw's voice." Do you know what I think Chuck."

"What?" he wondered looking around within the darkness.

In that moment, Shaw emerges from within the darkness to Chuck's left. The former nerd herd leader locks eyes with his former team leader never breaking eye contact with him. The man who is responsible for killing 2 of his friends and the capture his wife who is somewhere in the building. When it comes to Beckman and Casey, they may possibly be here as well. His thoughts end when Shaw stands mere inches away from his wife as he continues speaking expressing sly, sinister smile on his lips.

"You have no chance in hell." Shaw firmly proclaimed.

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