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recap: Reworked this Chapter

Sarah was screaming,"Chuck! Take cover Chuck!" He could hear her voice, but kept walking forward.

Chuck reached the center of the room, but now the agent was trying to just get away. The man had his back up to wall and was trying to move towards the door. Just as he started to run for the door, Chuck stopped. The agent looked back at him and saw the flash from Chucks gun. An instant later, the man was lying on the ground.

Chuck, walked to Sarah and pulled out a knife and cut her down. He took off his jacket and vest and put them over her. She started to move towards the door, but fell when she tried to put weight on her leg.

Reaching out to support her, Chuck grabbed her by her arms. He held her for a moment, then placed her in a chair. Hesitating for a few seconds, he went and cut down Bryce.

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"Chuck, you should have waited for backup", Sarah lectured! "You could have gotten yourself killed!"

Chuck ripped some cloth strips to bandage Sarah's wounds before replying. He ignored the burning pain in his side, not wanting Sarah to know he was hurt; at least not until she was safe!

"I couldn't wait any longer Sarah. Besides, I have backup", Chuck replied. "Now let's get out of here before more of them show up. I hope you can make it on your own power, Bryce."

"What? You don't think I can take a bit of torture", Bryce gave Chuck a questioning look?

"Doesn't matter to me, was just asking. Now let's get out of here pronto", Chuck said in a demanding tone!

Giving Bryce his 2nd pistol, Chuck proceeded to pick up Sarah. He knew that she wouldn't get far, the way she was bleeding from the wound in her leg.

He carried Sarah in his arms; though she was resisting a bit.

Bryce sprinted to the door and peered out. It seemed that all was clear, so he stepped outside with his gun drawn. Covering Chuck and Sarah, he motioned for them to head out. Bryce didn't know that Crystal had her weapon covering them already.

Chuck raced across the open space back to Crystal's last known position. She greeted them with her rather intimidating assault shotgun in hand. As he leans in to whisper their status to Crystal, she spots the blood on the side of Chuck's coat.

Crystal is about to question Chuck about his wound, when she sees Chuck's eyes. There was a cold determination that told her to keep quiet for now. After what she had just seen, she was not about to piss Chuck off either.

As he made his way to the car, Crystal brandished the AA-12 to keep cover fire; until they were out of site.

Chuck was putting Sarah in the back seat, as Crystal was just arriving.

"Get your ass in gear already! They're not too far behind me", Crystal warned. She dove through the back window, just as she got to the car.

Speeding towards the hospital, he was determined to get Sarah help. Recognizing her wound was still bleeding, Chuck glanced back in the mirror to check on her condition.

"She's still losing a lot blood Chuck. We need to get there soon", Crystal said.

Chuck was not going to let her die, no matter what. "We're not far from where I took Casey for his wounds", Chuck replied.

With the car racing through the streets, she was amazed that they had not drawn the attention of the local police. Crystal pitied the poor fool that tried to stop them!

Chuck felt a sudden vibration in his pocket. That could only mean one of two things. Either Chuck was getting a message or Bryce was, he was betting that it was the latter.

With a quick glance in the rearview mirror, his suspicion was confirmed. Bryce had reached for his cell phone.

Now again. that could only mean one of two things. Either Bryce was getting information back on their Fulcrum feasco or Director Graham was trying to make contact.

It was too soon since their attack on Fuclrum, so logic would place the call from Director Graham.

A resemblance of a smile crossed Chuck's face for just an instant. Bryce was not as smart as he thought he was, after all, Chuck was getting all the information that came through on Bryce's cell phone.

Thank God for buggy software. No matter how smart you are, if you don't plug the holes in your software; someone will always be watching. As for the encryption, he was the intersect after all. All that information was already in his brain and Bryce had given him part of the key to getting to it.

Well, he would see what the message was after he had taken care of Sarah. It was too late to make any changes now but maybe tweak it if possible.

Now who was it that said, "You must plan for success, but don't let the plan stop you from succeeding. Everything is in constant change and if you don't change with it you will fail." Chuck couldn't remember, but he had to agree with them.

Bryce had felt the message notification on his phone. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. It was a coded message from Director Graham.

Looking up to see if anyone was watching at that point, Bryce failed to notice the quick glance that Chuck had msde when the message came in.

Bryce executed the decryption program on the phone with the designated pass phrase to retrieve the message. In deep thought as the message was being decoded, Bryce was a bit concerned. The last mission had not gone as planned, but when did they? Though the Director would not be happy to hear that he had been captured. But there was no way that it could have been reported yet.'

Breaking from his train of thought, Bryce looked down. Brows ferruling as he read the message, "Mission parameters have changed. Get to a secure location and contact Papa Bear asap!"

'This could not be good', Bryce thought to himself. But it will have to wait for now.

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For an hour, everyone had been huddled in the hospital waiting room. A CIA doctor had been there to help Sarah, but had not come back out to talk to them yet.

The one thing that had been bothering Chuck was that Casey had been on the phone when they first arrived. He had originally chalked it up to Casey calling the Doctor, but then again the Doctor was already waiting for him.

Now that Chuck had time to think on it, there must have been more to it. It could have been a fluke that Bryce and Casey had phone calls so close to each other.

But in this business, there was no such things as flukes. Assumption was the mother of all evils. As if broken from a trance, Chuck remember that he needed to check out the message Bryce had received.

Excusing himself to go to the bathroom, Chuck went to a stall and proceeded to pull out his cell phone. When the message popped up on the screen, he flashed on possible keys.

Knowing Bryce, Chuck use the most logical choice. Entering 'Pretty boy Floyed2003', the message started to decode. After a few minutes, Chuck was sure he had made the right choice. There was only one person that he could trust at this point.

'Show time, I just hope I can pull this off', Chuck thought as he was entering the waiting room.

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Chuck was worried when Sarah had become unconscious during the drive there and it showed. Now he was calm, cool and collected, not what Casey was expecting, something had changed in the last hour.

'Once the doctor had finished stabilizing Sarah, then maybe he could finally relax for a bit. That is, if the stupid doctor would come out', Chuck thought.

Chuck had all but forgotten about his wound, but not Crystal. He had put on another coat to cover it up, as everyone had gotten out of the car.

It had seemed like hours, when the doctor finally came out. He had informed them she had lost a lot of blood, but would be fine. Medication had been given her to let her rest, but they could go see her now.

As they waited for Sarah to wake up, Bryce was sitting there with a smile on his face. Chuck had noticed it and felt a deep loathing for Bryce.

'How could Bryce have gotten Sarah involved in this, especially after he knew how much I care for her', Chuck thought. 'Was there nothing that Bryce wouldn't do to further a mission? I guess that is a stupid question, of course there wasn't.'

It had been too late for him to convince Sarah to not join them to take on the Fulcrum facility. Chuck had been pissed when he found out about it from Bryce.

"Nice job you did back there Chuck. I was really impressed with your handy work and I don't get impressed easily", Bryce beamed.

"Don't talk to me right now Bryce! I am still pissed that you got Sarah involved in this in the first place. This was supposed to be just you and I, so I would just be very quiet if I were you", Chuck hissed.

"Come on Chuck, Sarah is an agent! She knows what she is do...", as Bryce was suddenly cut off by Chuck's gun pointed between his eyes!

Chuck had spun, pulled his gun and placed it between Bryce's eyes, before Bryce could even blink!

Bryce knew that Chuck was deadly serious and would shoot him, if he didn't shut up. For once, he had pushed Chuck just a bit too far.

"If you don't SHUT UP, I WILL shoot you Bryce", Chuck shouted! "And just to make it clear, I will kill you the next time you put Sarah in harms way. Agent or not!!"

"Take it easy Chuck. I wouldn't put her in danger on purpose", he shot back. "Now put that away or do you want Sarah to see you like this?", pointing in her direction.

Chuck immediately put the gun away and softly held her hand. He felt very tired now, as he watched Sarah open those beautiful deep blue eyes.

Sarah was confused by her surroundings at first, but as soon as she saw Chuck she smiled.

He smiled back and was not sure what to do. Not sure what to say to her either, after all that had just happened and all that was about to happen.

Even in his altered state, Chuck was concerned about what she might say to him. Everything he had done was to be with Sarah, but that may never happen now.

He realized that she was still able to break through to his emotions. Like a fog lifting from his mind, the final key was now clear to Chuck.

He could see that Sarah and Crystal had questions, but he didn't want to answer them just yet.. He was tired and Sarah was safe.

"Chuck, we need to talk? You need to know that you are in danger! Graham and Beckman think you and Bryce may have been captured by Fulcrum. They were almost right too. We need to get you back now to straighten this out", Sarah explained in one breath. Trying to get up as she finished her warning!

Chuck grabbed her by her shoulders and gently pushed her back down. She looked up at him with a questioning stare. So it has finally happened, they want me dead or in a bunker. That would explain why Casey was on the phone as well', Chuck thought.

Chuck started fluffing her pillow, while doing so his hand slid under the top sheet. Placing a small flat device just inside the sheet but at a spot that would be covered from site due to the pillow and sheets.

"We have time for that later. Right now you need to rest", Chuck consoled her. "You get some rest and we will fix this tomorrow. Bryce can contact them and report in. I am sure he can clear up this misunderstanding!"

Chuck thinks, 'Another fine mess Bryce has gotten me into. Well I learned better and this is finally going to end. With Bryce calling in, I will not be in the dark at least.' Shaking his head to no one in general.

As Sarah lays back down, she believes that Chuck will go back to DC with her willingly. She closes her eyes and soon falls back asleep.

As he started to walk into the next room to talk to Bryce, his head and side were aching. Due to the pain, Chuck feels the need to sit down.

Chuck was about to get up, but he felt weaker than normal. As he starts to get up, he feels the burning pain in his side. He reached down to feel his side and when his hand came back up, there was blood covering it. He just looks at it, then back to Crystal.

"It seems that I was not careful enough this time. I guess I should have rolled when I ducked", as he started to wobble.

"Chuck, sit down and let me get the doctor", Crystal demanded! As he sat back down, she hurried out and came back with the doctor.

As they pulled off his coat, his shirt was completely soaked on one side. The Doctor was frowning at how much blood was showing and amazed that Chuck was still standing.

They sat him on a table and started an IV, while the doctor examined the wound, commenting on how lucky Chuck was that the bullet passed straight through. He sewed chuck up and gave him some medication for the pain and dressing to be changed every day.

Bryce was watching the entire scene intently, as he still had not told Chuck the entire truth. Not everything about the Mephistopheles project anyway. He wouldn't either unless things took a turn for the worse. He still needed Chuck, even though they had just taken down pretty much the entire South American Fulcrum group.

Although Fulcrum was finished here in South America and there was no real leadership left, there was still cleanup to be done.

"How is he doing Doc? Will he be okay to leave tomorrow", Bryce asks.

"He should be fine to travel now, even in his weak state", the doctor replied.

"Thanks Doc, much appreciated. I will see you tomorrow then Chuck", Bryce says as he heads for the door. He has a bit of business to finish. The least of it is to check in with Graham.

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"I don't trust that man at all. I don't care if he is your friend, Chuck" Crystal stated.

"To be honest, I don't trust him either Crystal. As a matter of fact, I will need your help soon", Chuck says with a smile.

"Well, I didn't come all this way to get a tan, for crying out loud. But your going to owe me Chuck."

"Get in line, I owe a lot of people." Chuck laughs, "But I will put you at the top of the list, with a cherry on top."

"Promises, promises. Add a little whip cream with that and you might just have a deal."

Chuck breaks out his signature smile and leans over to Crystal. He gently places a kiss on her forehead. Wrapping his arm around her, leading her out of the room towards the exit.

"Well, I need to keep Sarah and Casey in the dark. I don't want them to have to deal with any of the fall out. Now here is what I have in mind", Chuck whispers as they continue walking.

Neither are aware of a casual pair of eyes watching them closely. A soft grunt emanated from behind the door slit concealing those eyes.

The same man turns and enters Sarah's room. It was time to have a talk with her alone, before Chuck comes back.

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Back at his hotel room, Bryce retrieved a suitcase from a vent that he had used to hide it. With suitcase in hand, he drives to the airport and parks near the airplane hangers.

It took him only twenty minutes before finding what he was looking for. A 1967 Cessna 210G airplane that Chuck had scribbled down on a notepad. Content that he had found his prize, he left without touching anything. It was time for him to contact Director Graham.

For the second time since he teamed up with Chuck, Bryce called Director Graham. He filled Graham in on all that had happened since their time in Mexico, including how he had gotten Chuck to submit to the Mephistopheles project!

Graham's reaction was not exactly what he had expected.

"You did WHAT! Does anyone else know about this?", Graham shouted.

"No Sir. Is there something wrong? I was under the impression that you wanted the intersect to be resourceful. To remove the drag on resources", Bryce questioned. He did not like being the whipping boy for doing his job.

"You should have consulted with me first! There is a seventy eight percent chance that the intersect could be damaged from complications from the project. It has never been successful, because it either drives the subjects insane or shuts them down mentally and emotionally." Graham spat. " It is completely unacceptable that you did this without authorization."

"I seem to have misunderstood your intentions for the intersect", Bryce replied.

"This will go in your permanent record Agent Larkin. As soon as the intersect can travel, have Agent Walker bring him back to DC. That is if the NSA has not already put a sanction out on Mr. Bartowski. The new intersect should be going live tomorrow tonight."

"I will make sure that Chuck leaves with Agent Walker or not at all", Bryce retorted.

"See to it Agent Larkin, or Mr. Bartowski will not be the only one not returning." Graham hung up before Bryce could reply.

'Friend or no friend, it is time to clean up this mess. The tricky part will be to do it without Casey or Sarah shooting me', Bryce thought to himself.

Bryce headed back to the plane that he had visited earlier.

Little did Bryce know that someone else had been privy to his phone call. After all, no one had access to his phone, right?

Then again, what a person doesn't know about bluetooth flawed security couldn't possibly hurt them, right?

Across town a brown haired individual hung up his phone. His worse fears were confirmed and by Bryce no less.

Pulling up another application on his phone, Chuck started listening to the conversation that had been going on in Sarah's room.

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