Don't own Chuck
Chuck was brought up to Abu as the ship was tying up so they could be one of the first people off the ship. When Chuck got there he noticed Abu was looking at his watch and from the looks of him he was already ticked off. Chuck wondered if Abu had discovered Morgan wasn't Ettore and that was Abu's problem... finding him. However, as he arrived he heard Abu yell to his henchmen.
"Where's Ettore at? He's late. Didn't you tell him I wanted him here when we tied up so we could go to the lab? He knows I wanted to see what's been done."
"Yes sir, I made it crystal clear to him. I don't know what's wrong with him. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was another man. But I did tell him."
"What's the matter? Is there trouble in the criminal underworld? Do I detect ripples in the water? Ettore takes a little longer than normal people to get ready but you also know give him an inch and he'll take a leg," said Chuck. Abu looked at him while the one goon stifled a laugh.
"Why don't you do something productive and run back down to Ettore's cabin and drag him up here? By the hair if necessary I'm tired of waiting on... hold up what do we have here," said Abu as he looked down on the pier and saw Ettore. "What the... there are two of them?"
"How did he get there if he was onboard here?" said the one Goon. "What kind of machine is working on?"
"No, that isn't Ettore or is it? It can't be him or can it? That machine he's working on must be some sort of teletransporter or something like it..."
"No it isn't and you know it. Something tells me you know what's going on or more than you're will to say," said Abu. "I want you both to go down and grab our Ettore and drag him up here. We can sort them out together. I think I just found out what happened to my radio."
"Is there something wrong with your radio," asked Chuck as he walked close to the railing. "Maybe I could look at it and fix it for you. I normal charge a fee for off-site visits but I'm will to make an exception."
"I'm sure you'd like to. I appreciate your offer but my technician tells me everything is... well it's beyond repair. We'll be getting replacement parts as soon as we can get them shipped in."
"Along with a new technician I assume. You probably shot the old one. Well I offered it's like going to see the doctor it's always better to get a second opinion," said Chuck as the gangway went down.
"In any case I'll pass. You'll want to move away from there. I'd hate for you to fall overboard," said Abu as one of his men came back and whispered in his ear. Chuck could tell something was up and he had a good idea what it was. "He has to be somewhere. I want the ship searched and men placed on the pier to make sure he doesn't get away."
"I assume you're talking about Morgan," said Chuck. "That's his name. Ettore can vouch for it as soon as he gets here but he's had plenty of time to sneak off the ship and get away."
"He was here ten minutes ago that's for sure because I talked to him down in his cabin," said the goon. "I told him you wanted him here in ten..."
"Which told him where everyone was going to be who could stop him. The Cobra is a master spy. Think about it you had him under your thumb for the whole transit time and didn't know he wasn't Ettore."
"Let's go I want to talk to Ettore," said Abu. "I want the ship searched and a lookout post on the pier. No one comes or goes without us knowing about it."
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In Tivat a private charter arrived in the airport. The flight manifest had the passengers listed as a group of bankers and business men on holiday from Georgia but they looked like neither. Immediately Margo's man at the airport sounded the alarm and had a tracker slipped into the lining of one of their pieces of luggage as they passed through customs. A quick scan of their other luggage revealed they weren't carrying weapons.
"I want them followed I don't care if you've got a tracker on them. I want you to give them a thirty-yard cushion but I want them followed," said Margo as she hung up her phone.
"What was all that about," asked Mike as he passed Margo a cup of coffee. "You sounded upset? Is something wrong I can help you with?"
"People had better learn to follow orders around here is what's the matter. I don't care if he's got a tracker hidden on them. We had one on Ettore and he still managed to escape. Their luggage is clean no weapons in them so if they're a wet team..."
"Then they'll get them locally. Flying in and out of international airports can be precarious especially if customs catches you with an AK47 in your duffle bag. I guess you could always tell them you are a foreign fighter..."
"Not helping Mike. I'm not in the mood," said Margo as she took a sip of their coffee. "If they are who we think they are they'll need to make contact with an arms seller. If we can find out who and when we can be there when the deal goes down."
"But why can't we just grab them now and have a little talk with them in detention. Then we wouldn't have to go through all this waiting and seeing what's going to happen."
"Yeah that will really go over well with the locals especially if we start grabbing their cash cows. They tolerate us as long as we bring in revenue but the minute that's over we're over. No we need to continue with what we're doing keeping track of them from a distance."
"And that's why you're the boss," said Mike. He smiled and he raised his cup and took a sip. "All hail to the boss."
"Shut up. I don't know why I put up with you. If anyone else said that I'd have their hide. I'm leaving you in charge for a bit. I need to run up and see the kids. I promised them something this morning but it wasn't ready."
"My cheerful disposition," said Mike. Margo looked at him strange. "You asked why you put up with me. There's also my charming disarming sense of humor."
"Let me get out of here before flies start to hoover that load you just dropped," said Margo. She left and took the elevator up to the suites on the way up she bumped into Jack. He was headed up to check on everyone too.
"Do you have any word when this lockdown is going to be lifted? It's kind of hurting my business. Some of my high rollers don't like to be carded."
"I'm sorry but that's the way it's going to be for a while. Jack, it's necessary to keep everyone safe and you of all people I would think should understand that."
"I do but I have to think of my business too. If I don't turn a profit I'm going to have to lay off people. But I hear you," said Jack. "Have you heard any more from Sarah or the Schnook?"
"No the last person I talked to was Morgan and I told you guys at breakfast what he said. That's why I had these put together," said Margo as she held up a box. "Jack, the treat is real. I got report from the airport that a possible wet team just landed. I'm having them tailed now."
"So if you've identified them then why don't you just grab them then whisk them off to a black site do with them what you usually do. Isn't that what you people do then waterboard them?"
"No one is waterboarding anyone and I'm not a hundred percent sure they are bad guys. They flew in without weapons or so it appears. But if they are bad guys they'll get them here. I have to be sure they are bad guys before I grab them. I just had this conversation with Mike and I don't know why I'm telling you this."
"You know what they say about great minds and all that. So you need to catch them buying their weapons."
"That would definitely indict hostile intentions," said Margo as the elevator opened up and they stepped off.
"You know it's really useless for both of us to check on the girls at the same time and I don't want to steal your thunder... besides I just remembered something I forgot to finish in my office," said Jack as he pushed the call button for the elevator and the doors opened.
"Jack, what are you up to?" said Margo as Jack jumped back on. "Jack, you stay out of this and leave this to the professionals to handle."
"Of course I will. I'm not lying I've got things I've got to get done," said Jack as the doors closed. "Like getting the names of all the local arms dealers. But there's another option. What if they've already got weapons staged here. I need to make some phone calls."
[Meanwhile outside the elevator]
"Oh Jack, I hope you're telling the truth but I don't have time for you now," said Margo as she hurried on down the hall to Emma and Jack's suite. She knocked then went inside where she found Razhib and Molly busy doing homework while Sam was in front of a tablet looking at some grisly photos.
"Sam look Margo's here and she's bearing gifts so maybe we can put away the tablet and those horrible photos for now."
"Okay but I need to bookmark this page. I can't afford lose it it's got a cut my cut diagram that will help me when I operate. See Amputation for Dummies," said Sam as she held up the tablet for everyone to look at.
"Yuck," said Molly. "Please cover that thing up. I think I'm going to be sick and no I don't need to be visited by Doctor Sam.
"Augh you're no fun. Can't I at least take you temperature? You know you do look a little pale maybe I ought to give you a quick check up."
"No way... Hey wait a minute I know check Razhib. Doesn't he look a little pale?" said Molly. Razhib gave Molly a look that said thanks for throwing me under the bus.
"Razhib didn't say he was ill but you did," said Sam. Razhib stuck his tongue out at Molly and she answered him back in kind. "However, I don't have time right now. I really need to study to be ready..."
"Sam you do realize I was joking with Morgan and no one is going to cut off anything. Here I brought you all these," said Margo as she handed out watches. "I want you each to wear one and keep it on at all times." Everyone looked at her. "What? No it wasn't pun."
"You've been hanging around Mike too long," said Emma. Molly started laughing. "What's so funny," asked Emma.
"Mike and Margo spend a lot of time together. Think about it M&Ms," said Molly. "Don't you get it? Oh none of you are romantic."
"Mike works for me and anything else would be inappropriate if that's what you're insinuating. Now getting back to the watches. They contain a GPS tracker inside that will tell me where you're at no matter where you go. This is for your own safety so please don't take them off. I don't want to scare you but there are bad guys out there and this will help me keep you safe."
"And what about Bunny does she get a watch? Someone could try to take her just as well as one of us," said Sam. "But if they try they're going to have to come through me," she said as she put her hands on her hips and puffed up her chest. "They don't want a piece of this."
"No they don't," said Margo as she had to try hard not to laugh. Emma had to get up and walk out of the room to keep from laughing. "But I thought about your sister. Here's a new baby pacifier with a GPS chip built inside and now I pin this to her shirt now she's trackable."
"Do you think all this is necessary," said Emma as she came out of the bathroom drying her eyes. I mean it's like you're expecting something imminent. Is there something I need to know."
"I just want to make sure all my bases are covered," said Margo as she gave Emma a nod. "I need to run back down stairs. Remember what I said I don't want you guys to lose those."
"You guys behave I'm going to walk Margo down to the elevator. Molly, Razhib finish your homework and Sam... why don't we watch Masha and the Bear for a bit and give our eyes a break from all that... well that. I'll be right back." Emma walked out with Margo then closed the door behind her. Sam reached into her medical bag grabbed a stethoscope then ran to the door to listen.
"What do you hear?" asked Molly. "There has to be something going on or your mother wouldn't have given us these electronic leashes."
"I don't know but I'm not going to wear this when I go out with my friends that she can forget about. I'm not going to let her embarrass me with these," he said holding up his watch.
"She's only looking out for your best interests. You should be a little more grateful and the watch doesn't look half bad if you ask me," said Molly. "Or is this what that girl told you?"
"That girl has a name and for your information no she didn't," snapped Razhib back. The watch felt tight and heavy and he just didn't like it.
"Shut up both of you," said Sam. "Will you hold it down. The only thing I can hear is you two arguing. They're at the end of the hall talking in low voices and I can barely hear them. Margo is talking about a team that came into town... she thinks they might be after me or Bunny. Over their dead bodies will they try to take Bunny. She's giving something to Emma... you know how to use this, she said."
"Don't worry no one is taking anyone," said Razhib. "As a Muslim I can't bet so when I tell you that you can bank on that I'm certain."
"Banking and betting aren't the same thing so it doesn't matter what you are. It's like apples and oranges," said Molly. "No offense intended."
"None taken but I'm afraid I have to correct you. I saw the title of an article in the Financial Times, that said banking was a crapshoot these days and craps is gambling."
"Shush, I don't know what's gotten into you two lately but cut it out. Margo is on the elevator and Emma is on her way back," said Sam as she ran across the room and put away her stethoscope in her bag grabbing up her tablet. Molly and Razhib ran back to their table where they were doing their homework.
"I'm back," said Emma as she walked inside to find Bunny laughing and clapping her hands. "What's gotten you so excited," she said as she looked around the room. Sam just shrugged her shoulders as she tried to catch her breath from running turning back to Masha and the Bear.
"You forgot to carry your one," said Razhib as he pointed out a problem Molly had just finished. "See right here," he said reaching over the table to show her.
"I can take care of my own math problems by myself thank you. You should take care of your own and mind your own business," snapped Molly. "I'm going to my bedroom and finish my homework alone."
"What did I do?" said Razhib as he sat there looking puzzled. "I just told her she forgot to carry her one. What was wrong with that?"
"It has to do with another kind of addition... a certain dark-haired girl you're seeing," said Sam as she looked over her tablet. "It's called jealousy and some people say it's green-eyed and if you haven't noticed Molly's got green eyes."
"They mock the meat they feed on and I hope you don't know what you're talking about," said Emma. She caught Sam's puzzled look which was reassuring. "Molly's still too little for... well to be thinking about boys."
"I'm just telling you what I've seen on Dr. Phil. You can't go wrong with Dr. Phil the man has written a whole slew of books and I plan on reading them all just as soon as I can."
"That's all we need. Now Razhib maybe you'd like to tell me about this girl?" Razhib gave Sam the look of death and she hid behind her tablet.
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Sarah and Morgan were in between four men who were coming towards them. There was no place to go and Sarah didn't want to draw her piece because any gunfire would bring more people running. She needed something to disarm them and distract them long enough for her to gain the upper hand. Next to them was a fire station and she saw what she need but Morgan wasn't going to like it.
"Who do you think you are? No, I take that back I don't care who you are," she yelled loud enough for the men to hear her. "How dare you! What kind of woman do you think I am?"
"How dare I do what? What did I do exactly?" said Morgan as he looked up and down the passageway. "I think we want to hold to dial that back a notch we've got company."
"I'll show you dial it back a notch," said Sarah. There was a loud 'whack' when Sarah slapped him. Morgan dropped to the ground out cold. The men began laughing as they came up to them pointing at Morgan laid out by a slap.
"Lady, I guess you taught him a lesson or two he won't forget. What you need is a real man," said the one as he puffed up his chest and started coming on strong. "I don't think we've seen you on board before and I know I'd remember you. Where have you been all my life... I mean time?"
"A little here and a little there mainly with him. He promised me a good time but failed to deliver," said Sarah as she let the men back her up to the fire station.
"Well, we've been ordered to take your boyfriend up to Mr. Abu," said the man smiling like she was first course. "But it won't take all of us to do that. What say I stay here and show you that good time you've been missing."
"Why I never thought you'd offer," she said as she smiled at him. The man was almost drooling but all the time she was reaching behind her grabbing hold of the spanner wrench.
"You guys take LaBarba up while I stay here and entertain the lady. If the someone asks for me tell them I'm giving a tour to a guest," he said. The other men laughed as they bent over to pick Morgan up. The other guy turned back to Sarah and got in close. He started to put his arm around her waist but as he did she caught him across the face with the spanner almost twisting his head around backwards. Teeth and blood flew as he dropped like a red wood.
"Fun time boys," she said as she kicked one still bent over straight in the face. He flew backward and went down hard. His head made a loud thump as it hit the metal deck.
"She's crazy," yelled the one as they tried to react but the narrow passageway worked to her advantage. The two man left fell over each other trying to get at her. One man managed to grab her by the shoulders but she grabbed his arms in turn and pulled him into her kneeing him in the groin then swept his legs out from under him sending him to the deck. She finished him off with a side kick to the face.
"Okay lady it's just you and me," said the guy as he got in fighting stance. "Bring it on I'm ready for you. You're in a world of hurt now." Then there was a loud metallic ping and the man went down. Standing behind him was Morgan holding the brass nozzle for the fire hose.
"Thanks Morgan, come on we need to get to that control room on the double before these guys come to."
"Ouch, I think you dislocated my jaw in the process too," said Morgan but Sarah was on ahead of him waving for him to keep up. They went down the passageway punched in the password and the hatch opened.
