Thanks for the reviews. I know these updates have been long and far and I just want to thank you all for continuing to read it. I at least know exactly where to go with this and it is only a matter of finding the time to write it and perfect it. I definitely do see at least five to ten more chapters in this story, if not more. It all depends on how long the ideas become on virtual paper.
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March 26, 2005
"If we're going to get Agent Barker out alive," Sarah explains seriously inside the hotel room after watching Prince place an explosive bracelet onto Cole Barker's right wrist, "we need to come up with a plan."
"How is she going to know if he kills Shaw or not?" Jesse questions. "Does she have someone inside the prison?"
"That's a good point," Sarah surmises as she ponders thoughtfully. "But if she has an agent inside already, then why send Barker to do it? Chuck," she turns to her nerdy computer-savvy boyfriend, "can you run a check on the security systems of the prison? She might be watching in on the feeds."
"No problem," Chuck interlaces his fingers and cracks them confidently. "It's been a while since I got to flex my computer skills, but I'm going to need to be on the same network to do it."
"We'll head over there early in the morning," Sarah explains.
"He's never going to be able to break in by himself," Casey grumbles agitatedly at the situation.
"We're going to have to contact him," Bryce adds, following Casey's lead. "Help him get in and kill Shaw."
"We're not actually going to kill him, are we?" Chuck furrows his brow in slight trepidation.
"I wouldn't mind," Bryce mumbles quietly, thoughts of Shaw's betrayal still on his mind.
"No, we're not going to let Barker kill him," Sarah responds dryly, ignoring Bryce's gripe. "But we're going to have to help him break in successfully without killing any guards."
"We better update Beckman on the situation," Casey walks over to his computer to bring up the General and inform her of the new revelations in the mission.
"If we want Cole to get out of this alive," Chuck muses quizzically, "we're going to have to make sure that Prince has proof that Shaw is dead, or at least appears dead."
"What's the situation?" Beckman butts in quickly as she catches the last few words from Chuck.
"Looks like Prince is a Ring agent after all," Chuck explains to the General.
"Too bad we had to find out this way," Bryce adds in solemnly.
"Agent Barker was deceived by Prince," Casey informs the General. "He let his guard down and she attached an explosive to his wrist. She wants him to break into the NSA prison upstate and kill Daniel Shaw."
"Damn," Beckman growls in a huff. "It is imperative that Agent Barker survives and we capture Prince. We can't have a British agent dying on our soil."
"We're already implementing a plan," Sarah explains confidently. "We're going to see if Prince is tapped into the camera feeds. The only way she'll know if Shaw is dead is by seeing it or if she has an agent inside the prison."
"It seems like you have prepared yourselves," Beckman surmises honestly. "But we're going to have to make it look like Agent Barker was successful in eliminating Shaw. You're going to have to break him into prison."
"We expected so," Jesse states solemnly.
"I'll make sure to lighten the guard duties without it looking suspicious," Beckman explains. "Agent Barker is going to need to stay in radio contact with us so we can direct him where to go. Are there any plans on contacting him yet?"
"Not yet, ma'am," Casey answers quickly. "We can't just walk up to Barker and help him. Prince could be watching him at any moment."
"If I may, General," Chuck speaks up and pauses as he waits for Beckman's nod of confirmation. "Agent Barker seems to think with his… well, his little head more than his big one. Sarah can easily seduce him enough to get him somewhere private where we can debrief him on the situation." Chuck would usually do everything in his power to accomplish the mission without forcing Sarah or anyone into seduction but he has so much faith in Sarah, and Cole is so obviously trying his hardest to be like James Bond that this is easily the quickest and most promising way to get Cole alone. "If that is alright with her, of course," Chuck adds in at the end as he turns to his lovely blonde girlfriend.
"Of course," Sarah smiles at Chuck before turning to the General with a serious expression. "I believe this is the best route too."
"Alright," Beckman nods, secretly proud of her team's critical thinking and planning. "It looks like you have everything well in hand. If there are any complications, inform me at once," Beckman disappears from the laptop screen almost as quickly as she appeared.
March 26, 2005
Sarah steps out of the bathroom in her black lace bra and panties to meet Chuck nervously sitting on the edge of the bed inside their apartment. Chuck slowly lifts his head to see his gorgeous girlfriend sauntering over to him with her hips swinging ever so sensually. His eyes widen in surprise at how sexy she is. "Okay," she deadpans with a frown as she fits herself between his legs so he has to look up to see her face, "what's up?"
"Nothing," he quickly assures but she can tell by his quickened pace and high pitch in his voice. "I'm fine. Everything is fine."
"Chuck…" she drawls warningly. She knows he doesn't like to worry her with his problems, especially just before a mission, but she enjoys being his sounding board and helping him relax any way she can. She gently cups both his cheeks and looks down into his eyes.
"It's just…" he finds himself spilling his thoughts because of her piercing gaze. "Was I wrong? I shouldn't have offered you up for this mission. That was unfair to you and I don't like being the one who forced you into a seduction mission. What kind of boyfriend asks his girlfriend to get close to another man?"
Sarah beams with the brightest smile as she leans in and presses a kiss to his forehead. "Chuck," she projects straightly, "don't you think maybe I want this? That maybe I need this?"
"What do you mean?" He frowns unsurely.
"It… I…" she fumbles over her words as she tries to express her mind in a positive way. "It feels good to know that people think you're still beautiful," she barely whispers as she embarrassingly looks away.
"Are you kidding me?" Chuck bursts in shock at her confession. "You're the most beautiful girl in the world."
"I know you think so—" she shyly turns her head to look at him again.
"Everyone knows so," Chuck adamantly corrects her words. "Sarah," he stands up emphatically to back his honest words, "it is a proven fact that you are the most beautiful girl in the world." He gently takes hold of her waist. "If you look in the dictionary under beautiful, it says 'Sarah Walker' and has a picture of you!"
Out of everything Sarah can do at his glorious compliment, she lets out a giggle. She knows how ridiculous his proclamation is, but he wholly believes his words. It is honestly one of the sweetest things she has ever heard and she cannot contain the beaming grin on her face. "That was sweet," she mumbles adorably.
"Thanks, but it's true," he proclaims, not even cracking a grin at how foolish she is acting. "Sarah, I will bet you anything that even Cole will say you are the most beautiful girl in the world or some kind of British interpretation of it. Maybe even call you a flapper or whatever British people call beautiful women."
"A flapper?" She chuckles at the ridiculously old-fashioned word for a woman.
"I don't know," Chuck responds with a shrug as he finally lets a grin show through his honest exterior.
"Are you sure you want to bet again?" Sarah bounces her eyebrows seductively. "I won last time we bet."
"Yes, you are more satisfying than a belly full of shrimp," Chuck mirthfully grins as he remembers the fond time she spent proving that point. "But yes, I think this one I'm going to win for sure."
"What do I get if I win?" Sarah queries with a confident smirk.
"More like what do I get if I win because we both know I'm going to win," Chuck replies with the same confidence.
"I would offer you sex, but I don't think that is anything special," Sarah muses as her mind suddenly clicks with an idea from an earlier conversation they held. "I can always bring out the ropes and gags," Sarah jokingly states. "If you're into that kind of thing," she lets the sentence hang in the competitive air like a man debating on jumping off a bridge.
Chuck's eyes widen slightly at her declaration. But secretly, he cannot help but feel a flame grow inside him at the thought of taking advantage of a bound Sarah Walker. "Um…" is the only word to come out of his mouth. "What?"
"You can't tell me that thought doesn't at least turn you on a little," Sarah argues lightly. "Little Sarah Walker tied up and bound for you to take advantage of and to follow your every whim." She leans in very close and whispers into his ear ever so sensually, "I'd be all yours."
Chuck's jaw hangs low as he freezes in complete shock. She definitely read his mind and now he cannot even function at such an arousing fantasy. As he fights against the rust keeping his body frozen, he creakily nods his head in agreement to the bet.
"You're on," Sarah grins hungrily as she presses a kiss to his lips, while her mind tries to come up with a fair prize if she wins.
March 26, 2005
"This really couldn't be any easier," Bryce mumbles from his position on the couch in the far corner of the room with Jesse cuddled against his side. He is in a black lounge suit and she is in a silver sequined dress. They are enjoying themselves as patrons of the hotel bar and lounge while spying on Cole Barker. "The guy just downed his third scotch."
"He's obviously mulling over the suicide mission he's expecting tomorrow," Jesse adds in as she presses her pink lipstick-laden lips to Bryce's neck as if they are just a young couple in love.
"Another one, sir?" Casey gruffly asks Cole from his position across the bar. Casey is dressed in black slacks and a gold vest with a diamond pattern along it as he acts as the bartender. Cole wordlessly slides his empty tumbler towards Casey. Casey quickly refills the glass with the amber liquid of Johnny Walker Black Label.
"I'll soften him up," Chuck walks into the bar lounge in a black suit with a white dress shirt underneath. He takes the seat next to Cole and orders a "martini. Shaken, not stirred. Three olives," he holds up three fingers to Casey as he leans over the bar. "Johnny Walker, huh?" Chuck turns to Cole in a friendly manner. "Trying to forget something?"
"Not quite," Cole replies without even giving Chuck so much as a glance.
"So a rough day then," Chuck surmises as if his declaration was the only choice. "Those days happen but trust me," Chuck speaks with confidence and honesty, "things always get better."
"I don't think that goes with my situation," Cole finally turns his head and gives Chuck the courtesy of eye contact.
"It's not like you have a bomb strapped to your chest," Chuck quips as he downs his martini in one fell swallow. He grimaces at the burning sensation through his throat, but muscles through it.
Cole lets out a depraved chuckle at the stranger's words. If only he knew, Cole finds himself thinking.
Chuck pinches the sword pick cleanly through the three olives like a kabob and stands up. "Things will get better," he assures calmly before leaving a twenty dollar bill and walking away, leaving Cole mulling over Chuck's words. Chuck heads towards the exit when he sees Sarah entering. He smiles at her radiating beauty. She is in a black form-fitting dress with a low collar to accentuate her cleavage and her legs by cutting just above her mid-thigh. Her hair is blown back and gently curled over her right silver ring-clad ear, her lipstick is a gentle shade of pink with a hint of blue, and her eyes have a smoky pink eye shadow. She wore the black dress, he smiles brightly at her. "He's all yours," Chuck whispers to Sarah as he passes her at the entrance of the bar lounge.
"Oh," she stops him with a hand on his wrist, "and if I win, you have to give me a lap dance in a banana hammock." She continues before he can even argue the terms of their bet.
Chuck pales at the embarrassing thought, but doesn't even get the chance to argue because she struts into the lounge before he can even agree to her terms. He cannot help but grin as he leaves the bar because of how well she planned that one out. Just because of her devious plan, he states, "You're on," into the microphone.
Sarah smiles at hearing his acceptance as she plops down beside Cole at the bar. She chose the black dress in spite of Chuck's preference of the blue because she wanted to be in his company when she looked her finest. "What can I get you, ma'am?" Casey asks Sarah.
Cole, being the voyeur he is, decides to at least allow the 'ma'am' beside him a look over. When his eyes fall upon the most gorgeous girl he's ever seen, he finds reinvigorated life as he would love one last hurrah before his suicide mission and this is the perfect way to do it: have sex with this gorgeous girl.
"A scratch margarita," Sarah responds almost snooty, knowing she is giving Casey a complicated drink order. "Blended with salt around the rim and a lime."
"Yes, ma'am," Casey nods shortly, fighting back the urge to lie and say they don't have any salt just to spite her.
"Put it on my tab," Cole abruptly states with a cheeky grin. Casey nods wordlessly as he starts creating Sarah's drink.
"Thank you," Sarah nods almost shyly with an adorable smile.
"I've always felt it was customary to buy the prettiest girl a drink," Cole charms in his rough British accent.
"Thank you," Sarah blushes on command. Her earpiece suddenly crackles to life.
"I win!" Chuck cheers ecstatically. "I told you so." Sarah turns her head away from Cole as she stifles the argument she so badly wants to voice, but cannot in Cole's presence.
After a brief second to focus back onto the mission, she turns to Cole with a brilliant smile. "Do our accents sound as sexy as yours does to us?"
Cole was slightly surprised by her question, but he hides it behind his cool façade. "You can have any accent and you'd sound just as sexy," he responds suavely.
"Someone's confident tonight," Sarah jovially states as Casey slides her finished drink towards her.
"Let's just say I have nothing to lose," he winks at her before turning to look forward and taking a long sip of his scotch.
"A lot of people find confidence sexy," Sarah muses over the top of her margarita glass as she stares forward.
"And I'm sure you have plenty of it," he responds flirtatiously.
"But *everyone* finds British accents sexy," Sarah states huskily as she tips her glass towards him before taking a long sip, letting her words soak into his mind.
Finally, after a long pause, Cole sincerely states, "I never got your name."
"Sarah," she replies mirthfully. "Please don't tell me your name is Bond because I'm not that ignorant."
Cole lets out a chuckle. "Cole," he finally responds. "But that has worked in the past."
"Alright, James," Sarah whispers flirtatiously as she dips her head towards Cole. "Is this the part where you invite the beautiful girl up to your room for one last night of fun before your big mission?"
"That's exactly what part this is," he turns to her with determination and a welcoming grin. "Would you like to see what this fun entails?"
"You just read my mind," she downs the rest of her drink as Cole stands up, his sobriety quite the feat after how much he's had to drink. He throws out a few twenty dollar bills onto the bar in a cool fashion as Sarah joins him standing up. He wraps a comfortable arm around her lower back and leads her to the elevator.
As they wait calmly for the elevator, Cole's mind thinks back on that stranger's words about how things will get better. And now that Cole is about to make hot passionate sex with this gorgeous angel, he finds himself agreeing with the stranger's words and even grinning about it.
Once the elevator doors open, the two of them step in and Cole hits the '6' button. As the doors close, Cole turns on his female counterpart and leans in for a heated kiss when he feels Sarah's palm against his chest. "Slow down, cowboy," she mirthfully quips. "We have the rest of the night to have fun."
If it wasn't for her salacious, yet joyful smile, he would've argued about starting the fun just a little bit early. But he knows that a great night is ahead of him so he impatiently waits for the elevator doors to open to the sixth floor and the quick-paced walk to his room. The moment he steps into his room and allows Sarah in, he shuts the door and turns to attack her lips with heated passion when a voice stops him mid-flight.
"I so won that bet," Chuck states mirthfully, gloating that he won a bet with the always correct and knowledgeable Sarah.
Cole tenses at the unwelcome stranger. As he reaches behind his back for his handgun, he realizes it isn't there. "We're not here to hurt you," Sarah states calmly, her ditzy attitude completely replaced with a serious calm.
"Yet you took my weapon," Cole states dryly as he stares at Sarah holding his handgun.
"It's precautionary really," Sarah responds before turning to Chuck. "And you so didn't win. It had to be in the whole world."
"Oh come on!" Chuck tosses his hands up in consternation. "You can't expect him to say the exact thing."
"You never specified," Sarah retorts. "I thought it had to be the exact words."
"The odds of that are so much smaller," Chuck complains. "I wouldn't have taken the bet then."
"That's not fair," Sarah argues as she puts Cole's gun onto the counter. "You can't back out now."
"Well, I think I won," Chuck snootily crosses his arms over his chest and points his chin towards her.
"How about a compromise," she sighs knowing that he is not going to give in.
"Fine," Chuck replies, knowing it probably isn't a good idea to anger your girlfriend if she is a CIA spy and all-around badass.
Cole, after having bounced his eyes from left to right as if he was watching a tennis match between the two guests in his hotel room, finally queries, "what the hell is going on?"
As if Chuck and Sarah forgot he was even in the room, they both turn to him with slightly guilty looks. "We're here to make sure you successfully break into the prison and kill Daniel Shaw," Sarah replies seriously, knowing it is now time to get to business.
March 26, 2005
"This is definitely a turn of events," Cole muses after taking in the entire plan from Sarah, Chuck, Casey, Bryce, and Jesse inside his hotel room. "While I mourn the loss of getting in bed with you," he charmingly glances at Sarah, who rolls her eyes at his cheesy come-on, "I am grateful for the help. I would like nothing more than to help you capture Prince."
"Let me take a look at your shackle," Chuck sincerely commands as he steps up to Cole.
"Just be careful with it," Cole states as he holds out his right wrist with the explosive on it. "I really don't feel like exploding right now."
"I don't think any of us do," Bryce dryly remarks.
"I just want to see if there is any way to deactivate it," Chuck explains as he studies the thin device that is interlocked by a steel rod at the underside of it. "Short of a soldering iron, it doesn't look removable."
"I could've told you that," Cole grumbles because of his shitty situation.
"We're going to walk you through the prison and make sure it looks like you completed your mission," Casey explains. "The moment Prince removes that device, we'll arrest her."
"I would argue about her being my prisoner," Cole quips, "but I think you saving my ass is a good tradeoff."
"Do you have any idea how Prince might verify that you carried out your mission?" Sarah queries, hoping for something that can help them in capturing Prince.
"We didn't really talk much," Cole responds cheekily, letting the recognition of his words fall on everyone.
"We got that," Casey grumbles. "Do you have any intel on the Ring?"
"This is my first foray into them," Cole explains soberly. "Sorry I couldn't help more. Prince just happened to murder one of our agents and I was assigned to find out why… And now I know," he holds up his explosive-clad wrist. "He didn't follow her orders."
"Here's an ear piece and a microphone," Jesse materializes a small black box in her hands. She flips it open to reveal a small inconspicuous speaker that fits into the ear and a watch with a built-in microphone. She shuts the box and hands it to him. "Put them on when you're on your way to the prison and let us know."
March 27, 2005
"Uhhhhhggggg…" Chuck groans like a brainless zombie as the ringing of his alarm clock blares through the hotel room piercing his fragile ear drums. Sarah reaches across Chuck's chest to turn off his alarm. By the time she reaches the alarm clock, she is straddled over his waist. "Sleep…" he groans groggily.
"Time to wake up," Sarah presses a kiss to his lips. She isn't a morning person either but a mission is more important than her sleep so she knows she needs to be ready and awake.
"Five more minutes," Chuck whines without opening his eyes as he places his hands on her bare thighs.
"Nup," she pouts adorably as she lightly presses both her palms to his bare chest. "We need to go to the prison."
"I don't wanna," Chuck cries out like a petulant child.
"I'll give you sex," she eggs him on with a hopeful grin.
"In that case," he mumbles sleepily as he opens his eyes to reveal the blond angel in one of his white undershirts that is shear enough to reveal the contour of her breasts. "I'm up," he exclaims as he sits up quickly, much to his body's pained resistance.
Sarah tumbles backwards with a giggle as her back lands softly on his legs. She continues to laugh as she lies on top of him. Chuck smiles as he gets a gracious view of her purple panties between her legs, but her laugh is what gives him the biggest smile. He is serenaded by the laughter of an angel. She agilely flips herself backwards off of him and off the bed, landing perfectly on her feet. "Good," she smiles at him, "you're awake."
"Sex? Where?" He acts like an excited dog as he looks to his right and then quickly to his left.
"Not enough time," she laughs at his comical antics. "But don't worry, I haven't forgot about our compromise."
"Good," Chuck grins as he slowly climbs out of the bed, his legs fighting with his mind.
"So we're going to head to the prison and you're going to see if anyone is hacked into the network," Sarah explains their agenda for the day. "The rest of the team will meet us there later. Cole is going to break in at one when the guards are on their convenient lunch break. Oh, and you're going to need to download the schematics of the prison so we can direct Barker."
"Sounds good," Chuck yawns as he stretches his long thin body and raises his arms to the sky. "Let's get in the shower and be on our way."
"Way ahead of you," she peels the shear white shirt from her torso and scampers towards the bathroom.
March 27, 2005
"We're in luck," Chuck explains to the rest of the team after their voyage to upstate New York where the prison is. "It looks like I detected an anomaly when I hacked into the network."
"And you think it's Prince?" Jesse queries curiously.
"There's no way to be certain, but there is definitely somebody watching in on the feeds," Chuck responds honestly. "And there are cameras everywhere, even in Shaw's cell."
"It has to be Prince," Bryce states defiantly. "Who else would be watching in on the feeds?"
"So Prince will get to see Barker's every move," Casey concludes agreeably.
"We have a good plan here," Sarah explains. "The only problem is we don't know when Prince is going to remove the explosive from Barker."
"You think maybe we can get the detonator from her?" Bryce asks, curious to know what everyone's opinions are.
"It's possible," Casey muses gruffly. "But we have no idea where she's holding it. It may not even be on her person."
"We can't risk it," Sarah shuts down the option immediately. "Once she removes the device from Barker, we'll apprehend her."
"We can't just let Barker be her puppet forever!" Bryce argues heatedly. "We have no idea how much she expects from him. What if she has another mission for him after? Are we just going the Ring? We just need the 2.1 and we could stop her before she can detonate the bomb."
"I get your concern," Chuck somberly states. "I feel the same way but what if we don't get to her in time? What if she does detonate the bomb? Is it worth losing Cole to capture her?"
"Well as long as she has that explosive on his wrist, she can hold that over our heads," Bryce responds agitatedly because he hates not being able to control the situation. "We need to gain the upper hand."
"She doesn't know we're helping Barker," Sarah explains. "So we do have the element of surprise here. We just need her to remove that explosive."
Suddenly, their ear pieces crackle to life with Cole's voice. "I'm on my way now," he explains to them.
"We read you," Casey quickly responds, making sure Cole knows his words aren't falling on deaf ears.
"I just got off the phone with Prince," Cole details his situation. "She said she'll call me when I finish the mission and she'll be watching my every move. I think she has access to the camera system."
"We already figured that out," Chuck responds optimistically. "That's a good thing. She will be watching you and it will look like you're doing exactly what she wants. She won't know the difference and with the camera in Shaw's cell, she will have video evidence of you killing him."
"About that…" Cole mentions slightly nervously. "I'm not actually going to kill him, am I?"
"We've already taken care of it," Casey explains. "Shaw is wearing a vest with a fake blood pack."
"I don't have blanks in my gun," Cole dreadfully informs them.
"There will be a handgun of the same model as yours with blanks in it hidden behind some steam pipes in the room before Shaw's cell," Casey continues to explain. "The spot is hidden from the view of the cameras."
"Got it," Cole responds quickly.
"And don't worry," Chuck speaks up in a soothing tone. "We're going to walk you through the entire mission. We have the floor plans and the guards' positions."
"And how will I be taking out the guards?" Cole queries, knowing he won't have the blanks until just before Shaw's cell.
"They're all wearing vests," Casey answers. "Hit each one square in the chest and we should be fine. They'll do the rest."
"Everyone in the prison knows what is going on so they all know what to do," Sarah assures calmly.
"Just try not to actually injure any of the guards," Casey scoffs jokingly.
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