Time: 0530 Location: CIA apartment building, Langley Park, MD
Bobby walked out of her front door and saw a black SUV with tinted windows waiting for her out front. Casey got out and opened the back door for her. "I was told to ask you for the time." She said holding the small snub nosed .38 in her handbag.
"12:24" Casey said.
Bobby took her hand out of her bag and smiled. "Hi, you must be Major Casey." She said holding out her hand.
"I am. Just call me Casey. It looks like we'll be spending the day together. We were supposed to pick up a friend of yours?" He asked handing her into the tall SUV.
"Yes he lives one block over, middle of the street." She said.
"After we pick him up we have to get walker and then I think we should get breakfast. I'm thinking pancakes." Casey said.
"Where is Agent Walker?" Bobby asked.
"She's taking care of a problem." Casey said smirking.
Ron Pierson strapped on his Sig229 and fed the wire for his radio through the sleeve of his suit jacket. The last thing he picked up off his dresser was his Secret Service shield. He shined it with his tie and clipped it to his belt. He looked over at his sleeping wife and smiled. Over the thirty years they had been married he didn't know if he got quitter in the morning or she became a heavier sleeper. He made his way downstairs and took his travel mug of coffee and his bag off the table by the door and walked out to his 300C. He got in and was just about to put the key in the ignition when he felt something cold press into the back of his head. "Do you know what pisses me off the most about you turning into a Fulcrum sleeper agent Ron? You didn't think I would find out." Sarah said coldly.
"Walker. I'm glad it's you." Ron said looking in the rearview mirror with a sad smile. "If it had to be someone I'm glad you took the assignment. One thing, make sure my wife doesn't find out what I did? She doesn't know anything, and she doesn't need to find out." He said calmly.
"You're not going to beg me not to kill you?" She asked.
"We both know that you don't let people go Walker." He said with a sad smile.
"No, I don't, but my boss has a few questions for you. So I'm going to let you live for now. You will head to Andrews Air Force Base. You will ask to see General Stanfield. You will surrender your weapon to me right now." She said holding out her left hand. Ron pulled his Sig out and passed it to her. "If you run. If you don't make it to Andrews in the next half hour. If you try to call this in to your other boss. I'll come back here and kill your wife. Then I'll track you down and kill you slowly for making me look bad. You know I will. Nod your head if you understand." She said and Ron nodded. "Good. You're lucky in a way Ron. The president wanted you dead. Major Casey said we should have killed both you and your wife and blown up your house to make it look like a gas leak. But My team leader said we should question you and let you live." Sarah said with a cold smile.
"I Understand." Ron said looking down at his hands.
"30 minutes. At 31 minutes I kill Calare, and you know she would let me in. We go way back after all." Sarah said slipping out of the back door. Sarah ghosted up to the black SUV five cars away and slipped into the front passenger seat. She turned to Bobby and Daniel as she put her gun away. "Hi, I'm Sarah Walker." She said.
"Bobby and this is Danny. We were promised pancakes?" She said shaking Sarah's hand.
"Yes lets eat. We have time. Our first target is set and the team is waiting for the go order which is not going to happen until 7:15 AM.
Time:0800 Location: Roark Tower, Los Angles CA
The alarm clock rang and Chuck shut it off without opening his eyes. He felt Jordan roll over and look at him. "Good morning Chuck. Did you sleep well?" She asked.
"No, I had a hard time sleeping until I saw my father again in my dream. He reminded me why I grew up with out him in my life and I slept like a baby after that, dreaming of the pain I'm going to inflict on Roark. The things I'm going to do to him when this day is over. I think I'm going to introduce him to Anna. I feel like Mad Dog has a lot to learn from her." Chuck said coldly.
"Good. I get the shower first." Jordan said hopping out of bed.
"I'll make some coffee." Chuck said rolling out of bed.
"You should also order us up a light breakfast. You're going to want something in your belly later during the mission." Jordan said walking into the bathroom.
Time:0900 Location: USC campus, Los Angles CA.
Scott's phone alarm went off and he popped up to shut it off but Anna picked it up off the dresser and tossed it to him. She was dressed in black jeans and a black t-shirt. "That was the alarm I set for class." Scott said.
"I don't think we will be going to class today. You're going to be hanging out with me instead." She said pulling a Walther PPK/s and a silencer out of her big purse.
"What is that for?" Scott asked.
"Your room mate, if the drugs don't work. Go take a shower, and I'll go talk to him." She said tucking the gun into her back. "When you come back to the room put this on." She said tossing a pair of black jeans and a black shirt on the bed before going to the door. She cracked it open and looked out. The assassin's door was still closed. "Go ahead. We have to meet some friends in half an hour." She said waving him out of the room. Scott took his towel and walked to the bathroom without looking back. Anna walked to the assassin's door and smirked at the rusty hinges. It was an old Cold War trick, you scuff the brass hinges or put them in paint stripper if they were coated in anything, then you misted them with salt water to make rust. Rusty hinges squeaked. It was a very old trick, one taught to CIA agents on long deep cover ops. but one she knew to look for.
Scott's room mate used a lot of old methods to do things. Lose floor boards, rusty hinges, drilled holes in the wall to listen to your subject instead of recording equipment. She didn't know who trained this guy but they were old. She pulled a small tube of KY lube out of her pocket and applied a liberal amount to both hinges. Next she picked the lock. Standard tumbler, two false pins, another classic CIA trick. After another application of lube on the pins and the door knob collar she opened the door and slipped into the room. She saw he was still asleep on the bed. Which confirmed her last guess as to his training because he didn't know the taste of zolpidem tartrate one of the key ingredients in sleeping drugs, nor did he safeguard for it.
Padding to the bed with her bare feet she pulled out a yellow syringe and in one quick move she flipped the covers off his foot and injected the yellow fluid into his foot between his toes. The assassin shot up out of bed for a second before flopping right back down. Anna adjusted him back in the bed and flipped the blanket back over his head.
Sad really, she herself was taught by an old Cold War KGB man, but she knew she needed to learn the new way of how things worked. This assassin was lazy, and stupid. She knew if she hadn't killed him he would been taken out at some point. The lazy one's never lasted long in the assassination game. She then looked through the room for his gear. Under the bed she found a rifle case with a SR25 with an Acog scope and a box of ammo with mercury cores. More Cold War shit. No one used Mercury any more. It had a tendency to kill the person handling the ammunition more often then the target. If you wanted a confirmed kill they had high velocity armor piercing rounds that broke up like hollow points, they turned a man's insides into chunky pudding. In the bottom draw of his dresser she found a box with poisons, again they were old and easy to detect. At this point she had to wonder if this man's teacher wanted him to die she thought as she put it next to the rifle on the bed. She looked around the closet and found a big metal gun case on the floor behind an old blanket. Sloppy hiding place, the big air return vent behind the door would have been better. She picked the two locks which were like something you would find on cheap luggage and found a tray with ten razor sharp knives in different shapes and sizes ranging from pen knife to K-bar. Under the tray she found two glock19 with silencers, two STI tactical 2011s with red dot sights, and a Walther PPK/s with a silencer, but there was an empty spot. Looking around the room she went to the bed and slid her hand under the mattress and found the other PPK/s with the silencer. She walked back to the box and put the gun in it's place in the box and shook her head. It looks like we have a cowboy on our hands as well she thought. Akimbo firing two guns at the same time just lead to wasted ammo and an awkward reload. She also found six full mags for each gun and four small C4 door lock poppers. She turned around the put the box on the bed with the other things and saw Scott standing in the doorway looking shocked. "Go sit on the couch, I'll be out in a minute." She said softly.
"That was in here? All this time I was living with all that in the apartment?" Scott asked.
"Yes." She said taking his arm and walking out to the couch. "I need you to calm down Scott, your BP is up and you're starting to hyperventilate." She said pushing him down onto the couch and sitting on his lap. She took his hands and placed them on her boobs and kissed him hard trying to get him to calm down. "Are you okay now?" She asked after a few minutes.
"Yes." Scott said robotically.
Anna held his head to her chest. "Are you okay with what I did to him?" She asked looking scared.
"Yes, I am. He would have killed me if not for you taking him out. It just all hit me when I saw the guns. I've never really been comfortable around guns before." He said.
"Your mother never took you shooting before. Never gave you a gun?" She asked.
"Not really. She tended to keep work at work. She had a few guns in the house but they were always locked up. She taught me how to be safe around guns and even how to shot them but she never gave me one or anything like that." He said.
"Well if we are going to be together then you're going to have to get more comfortable with them. I always want you to carry one just in case something happens. I can't protect you all day every day after all, and I need to know you're able to protect yourself." She said standing up. "Hold on, I have an idea." She said going back into the room. She came back a minute later with a PPK/s and a black leather holster. "This is called an executive carry holster. It's the same one James Bond has. It's small and easy to hide. You're going to have to wear two layers from now on until we find something better." She said smiling as slipped his left arm through and slung the elastic band behind his neck, around his right arm and clipped the clasp to his belt. "I want you to carry this gun always." She said showing him the assassin's weapon. "This is a Walther PPK/s. this one is a .380 caliber. That's big enough to put someone down if you know what you're doing but in an untrained hand it's enough to slow someone down. It's single and double action. This is the safety, and this is the mag release. The magazine holds seven rounds and there is a round in the chamber right now. All you have to do is drop the safety and pull the trigger." She said handing him the gun.
Scott took it with shaky hands and held it the way his mother showed him to a long time ago. It was small in his hands but it still fit oddly well. "I feels nice. I like it." He muttered out loud.
Anna smirked. "You look sexy holding that gun. Like a geeky James Bond." She said showing him how to secure it in the holster. "I think you should take all of his weapons. Chuck can teach you how to use them." She said getting the two cases. When she came out of the bedroom there was a knock at the door. Anna saw it was Morgan and let him in. "Are the cleaners here?" she asked.
"Waiting in a van out front. I have the car waiting too. Let's go." He said looking at his watch.
"Relax Morgan. The pre-game jitters hit all of us. The best way to get over them is to relax. The team can't go in without us and we can't lead the team in until Chuck makes the call." Anna said patting him on the back. "Morgan you've met Scott before." She said pushing Morgan down to sit next to Scott on the couch. "Help me keep him calm will you? He's a bit freaked out and we need him to keep his cool." She said to both of them and smiled when they both nodded.
"Got you." Morgan said relax on the couch next to Scott.
"Do you have any bread in this place Scott?" She asked from the kitchen.
"In the cabinet by the microwave." He called out.
"It's good to get some toast in your belly before a mission. It will soak up any acid and help settle your stomach." She said puttering around in the kitchen. "It will also make your vomit not hurt as much latter" she muttered to herself. Today was Morgan's first field test. He was going to be carrying a gun with live ammo and shooting at real people for the first time. She was glad he was with her today, she could help him get over the first kill and not make him feel like he was being judged by his friends.
Time: 0701 Location: Rush Hospital, Chicago IL
Jenifer drove the rental car into the parking garage and when she got out of the car she pulled her long wool coat on and did up the buttons, as well as pulled on a knit hat. A week in the city and she still wasn't used to the cold. Even with the coat, her thick black sweater, and heavy black jeans she still felt the bone chilling cold. She made her way up to the private room where Melissa was staying with her dad Robert. As it turned out the fake heart attack and subsequent tests showed a pretty bad blockage in her father's arteries. With a minor surgery they fixed the problem and he was recovering in the hospital.
The problem was they didn't have a lot of time to talk about the mission. She did get to know Melissa's family over the course of the week, and help them understand what Melissa job as an agent meant. When she got to the room she saw Melissa sleeping on a couch in the corner and her mother, Susan, sitting by the bed. "Hello Mrs. Barns, how are things going?" She asked coming into the room.
"Good dear. Very good. He'll be out in a day or two and back home, and I thought I told you to call me Sue." She said waving her over to the chair next to her.
"You did, but I always feel it's more respectful to use proper names." She said sitting down. She set her coat on the duffle bag next to her on the floor.
"Proper my big ass. You keep calling me Mrs. Barns and I'll give you a spanking." Sue said with a big smile taking Jenifer's arm.
"If you two chatterboxes don't shut up you'll wake dad." Melissa said standing up from the couch.
"Too late, I'm already up." Robert said sitting up.
"Does that bag have my things in it?" Melissa asked.
"It does. Get dressed, I have the team standing by at location one." Jenifer said tossing her the bag.
"Good. Any word from anyone else?" She asked walking to the attached bathroom.
"Nothing so far. We will know if things went right when Chuck sends out the call at 8:15. Until then it's a waiting game." Jenifer said.
"I know, I just don't like the silence." She said shutting the door.
"She just doesn't like being away from Chuck for too long." Jen said smirking.
"Tell us about this Chuck guy." Robert said sitting up in bed.
"What's there to say really? He's a great guy that, organized the takedown of the largest threat to this country since the Iron Curtin fell." Jen said.
"And my little girl is sweet on him." Robert said smirking.
"I think we all are to some extent. He's tall, good looking, and he fills out a suit real nice. He's also quite the charmer. Nothing to it though, he's just a good guy. He's also the team leader and Melissa's partner. They were undercover for a few weeks together. He made sure she was okay and got her out of L.A. so she could run this op. with me, and so she could see you guys." Jen said.
"Is he single?" Sue asked.
"Married to an Operative on the team. She's a real legend in the CIA. Not the nicest of women socially but nice enough once you start talking to her. She's a tall leggy blond bombshell. It's funny sometimes I think the two look odd together and sometime they look like a good match. It's all in the way they carry themselves." Jen said.
"That's because when he's undercover they fight and when he's relaxed they get along. They better figure it out soon because I get first shot at him if they break up." Melissa said walking out of the bathroom in black jeans and a black turtle neck sweater.
"That's not a very nice thing to say honey." Sue said.
"It's true though. I've heard them talking about it. She gets Chuck if they break up." Jen said.
"See mom, everyone knows." Melissa said pulling her hair back with a rubber band.
"Melissa, I hate to be that person, but we have to get going soon. We have to meet the team, gear up, and get some food in our bellies." Jen said looking at her watch.
"Okay." Melissa said walking the bed. "Dad, I'll see you later tonight." She said kissing him on the cheek.
"Be careful little girl." Robert said looking like he wanted to say something to stop her, but he knew he couldn't. She was an agent with a mission to do, and he understood that being a military man himself. Everyone in his whole family were military, but seeing his little girl all grown up and ready for a fight made him uneasy.
"I will dad. I have a whole tactical team to do all the heavy lifting and I have Jen to watch my back." Melissa said walking around the bed to her mom.
"Be safe and look after each other." Sue said hugging her daughter.
"We will mom." She said pulling back. She looked to Jen and she nodded. "I have to go. I'll be back later with good news." She said picking up her leather jacket off the couch and followed Jen out of the room. As they walked down the hall Melissa's face lost some of the sad look it had. "Where is the team set up?" She asked.
"We are going to hit the office building first. It's the location that's hardest to get to so we took some time last night to set up the team in an empty office one floor up from the Fulcrum office. The plan is to blow a hole in the floor above the main entrance and droop a few flash bangs in before we storm the office from three sides; the front, the back, and the top. In the confusion we should be able to do this in seconds. The idea is to drop the agents and arrest the computer geeks running intel. The file says they all carry guns but I doubt any of these geeks have fired them since training." Jen said as they walked to the car.
"Right. Good work with the planning. I'm sorry you had to do the brunt of it but with the real surgery and all, I've had no time to help." Melissa said.
"It's okay. I can handle it and I understand what you're going through. My own father went through something similar a few years back." Jen said as they drove away from the hospital.
"Thanks for being here for me Jen. I know you didn't have to be." Melissa said.
"What are friends for?" Jen said smiling.
Time: 0630 Location: parking garage, Queens, NY
Sam looked at the building once more through the small spotting scope. All was quite with the twenty man tactical team in the four SUVs behind her. This was the calm before the storm. In forty-five minutes they would get the call and all hell would break lose. They would plow down the ramp and across the street. Crash the front entrance and kill the agents guarding the IT guys. After that they would hand off to the local cops waiting up the street and then it was a quick drive to the parking lot six blocks away and on to the three Blackhawk choppers. The next target required a roof top entry. The hotel was ten floors tall and all of the people in it were either agents or gang members on the Fulcrum payroll, or hookers. They would hit it from the roof and NYPD SWAT was going to hit it from the ground floor. Hopefully they could keep up a good pace with the day's missions. It was really cold today and the faster they took care of things the faster she could get back on a jet and head for L.A. where the temperature got above freezing, and stayed there. Rick walked up in a tactical vest and a thermal Under Armor work out shirt. He was loving every minute of them being back in his home town. Every night they ate at a different place somewhere in the city and every night it was new to her. She could see the appeal of the Big Apple. If it wasn't Siberia cold out she would have probable liked it more.
"You pumped Sam?" He asked with a big smile on his face.
"I am. I'm also freezing. I can't wait to get back to L.A., do you know the high today is 73 there?" She said dourly.
"Come on Glass. You're in the best city in the world, take it all in." Rick said waving at the Manhattan skyline across the water.
"First of all, Chicago is the best city in the world. If you don't believe me ask Melissa, she'll back me up. Secondly it's too dam cold to enjoy anything but curling, and hockey right now." She said.
Rick laughed. "I'll give you points for the curling joke, but I'll ignore the rest." He said looking at the Skyline with a shine in his eyes.
"How long has it been since you've been back here?" She asked.
"Too long. Three years I think, but the concert jungle called out to me every time I saw it in a move or TV show. She's my city, and these past few days have been great." He said.
"I'll make you a deal Rick. If we both make it out alive today then I'll let you stay to handle the clean up, and I'll go back to L.A. for the briefing." She said patting him on the shoulder.
"Deal." Rick said slinging an arm around her back as they looked out over the city. One with shining pride and love, the other with teeth chattering distain.
Time: 0830 Location: Warehouse outside of Austen, TX
Texas Ranger Roy Dobbs loved being in the action. He loved bar fights and shoot outs and drug busts and especially car chases. He was sure no one loved the action more then him, until he met Carina Henson.
She was twenty pounds of crazy in a five pound bag.
In the three days since she got to Texas she caused more trouble then she helped. On Thursday night she got into a bar fight with the local KKK guys for insulting a black waitress. She shot three of then and broke the other two up so bad they were still in the hospital. Then on Friday she tagged along on a Cartel bust to get intel on her two targets. She drove an old Cop car through a front of the restaurant the Cartel used as a front for their drug ring and shot up the whole place, killing almost everyone. He just hoped this day went by fast, and she got on a plane out of town soon, because he didn't think the great state of Texas could take one more night of her. He looked up when an old pickup truck came rumbling into the warehouse. She hopped out in full tactical gear carrying a riot shotgun and wearing big sunglasses. Speak of the devil and she shale appear.
"How are things going Dobbs" She asked smacking him on the ass.
"Fine, quite like. Not too much movement inside." He said with his eyes narrowed and his lips set into a thin line.
"Oh come on Ranger Tight Pants. Lighten up a little. If this all goes good today and I'm not called in to back anyone up I'll blow you in the back seat of your car." She said grabbing his junk and licking his ear as she walked away.
"God help me by getting rid of this devil woman." He muttered shaking his head.
Time: 0945 Location: C130 above Pacific ocean air space.
Vicky looked at her team from her seat by the cargo door. They were some of the most highly trained Navy SEALs she had ever met and she did missions in Iraq. They were going to pull off one of the most exciting things she had ever done. A HALO raid on an airfield in the middle of the Le Paz desert in Mexico. This was going to be tricky. They had to take an around about way of getting to Le Paz. One that took them out over the ocean and hooked back into Mexican air space. Then they had to fly above the Mexican Radar ceiling, jump out of the plane and free fall under the base's radar but open their shoots high enough to land safely. Hopefully the report she got from Chuck was right. Because if the base had more then twenty people they were going to have a problem. As soon as they took the base they had to search it from top to bottom for intel and gas up the B1. Then it was just a matter of taking off and blasting north for US air space before the Mexican government figured out they were in there. Nothing too hard considering she never flew anything bigger then a F-16E and she was going to be flying with a nuclear tipped cruse missile. On top of that none of the SEALs knew how to fly the bomber, two of them were in the same boat as her having never flown anything bigger then a small jet, and one was a chopper pilot but none could fly the bomber. That meant if she was hurt they were fucked. A fight crew guy in green coveralls and a yellow air mask walked up to her. "Ma'am we are fifteen minutes out from the target. You should have the team put on their air masks." He shouted over the sound of engines.
"Thanks for the heads up." She yelled back giving him the thumbs up.
Fifteen minutes, then all she had to do was take a base, not get shot, and fly an armed B1 bomber across Mexican air space without permission. Nothing to worry about she thought as her hands started to shake. Nothing to worry about at all.
Time: 0630 Location: parking lot, Bostan, MA
Steven Snow checked his gun again. He hated waiting. Hated it more then anything else in the world. Waiting left you time to think. And thinking was your enemy when it came to tactical raids like this. Because once you started thinking about things you couldn't stop thinking about them. Thinking about your wife's failing health. Your kids and how they would live without you around. Thinking about the possibility you could be walking into an ambush. That the enemy was waiting for you to come through the door so they could mow you down like lambs to the slaughter. In a way he was glade to be back in the field. He liked the action. He liked leading men into danger and bringing them home at the end of the day. He liked the rush he felt when he took a door clean off it's hinges with a good solid kick. The way things slowed down in a firefight when your adrenaline was pumping and shit was happing all around you. He loved all of that shit a lot. But waiting for the action to happen? That was hell. He checked the time and saw only a few seconds had passed since he last looked at the clock. Cursing under his breath he pulled his mag out and checked it before jamming it back into his M4. Man he hated waiting. Hated it more then anything else in the world. Waiting left you time to think. And thinking was your enemy when it came to tactical raids like this one.
Time: 0850 Location: Side street in the warehouse district, Denver CO
Kate looked out as the snow fell like powder sugar outside the SUV window. It was beautiful. She was sure if they weren't parked on this shit hole side of town the scene would have been even nicer. She looked at the clock on the dash and clicked her tongue. Twenty minutes at lest. Then it was going to get real crazy. In twenty minutes she was going to see if the Intersect in her head worked like it was supposed to. Like Chuck said it would. Thinking about Chuck made her touch her angel pendent. It had been two weeks since she got her angel and she wore it everyday with pride. She loved being on the team and she loved working for Chuck. He was so good to her and now he trusted her with a twenty man tactical team and an important mission. She kissed her pendent and promised Chuck she would get the job done and come home safe. He needed his Sliver Angel after all.
Time: 0700 Location: Blackhawk helicopter landing pad, Philadelphia, PA.
Alex looked at her watch and pulled the straps of her vest tighter. She still couldn't believe a small vest was lose on her. She needed to start working out more. It was something she was talking about with Casey and when she got back to Castle she was going to start. Thinking about Casey made her smile. She loved working with him. He reminded her of her dad so much. Strong silent type but you could see love in their eyes when they thought you weren't looking. She felt special working with, and learning from him. One day she hoped to play the Casey role on the team. The back up guy. The reliable one. Looking at the tactical guys seated around her she smiled. For a long time she wanted to be like them. Be in the action everyday, but Casey showed her that playing the back up guy for your team was more important. Being the guy they called when the plan fell apart was a big job but one that put a warm feeling in her chest.
Time: 0959 Location: RI auditorium.
Chuck and Jordan stood back stage with Ted Roark as he read his little speech cards again. Chuck and Jordan shared a look and both of them rolled their eyes as Ted crossed things out on his cards. "Ted, why don't you just go up their and wing it? Speak from the heart, tell them that you've been trying to build this for years. Tell them that this is the first day of a new era of Fulcrum power. Tell them after today Fulcrum will be unstoppable." Chuck said patting him on the back.
"You think I should wing it Chuck?" He asked looking up from his cards.
"I do. All great war time speeches are natural sounding, and full of passion. Don't go up there with cards and make it sound woody. Also make it short. You don't want then to get board. You want them pumped up." Chuck said taking the cards out of his hands and turning him to the stage.
"So short and full of passion?" He asked looking at the assembled agents.
"You got it." Chuck said giving him a little push.
Ted walked to center stage. "For those of you that don't know, I'm Fulcrum Command. I've been working on a project for close to 35 years. What started out as an idea in a think tank in the 70's turned out to be one of the biggest breakthroughs in science and Technology ever. Today you are gathered here for the first mass download of the Intersect! Tomorrow we take our rightful place running this country!" Ted said to cheers from the audience.
Chuck looked over his coding one more time as Ted talked. He wanted to do this fast and as painless as possible. He figured if he cranked the program up to eleven he could deep fry all of their brains in thirty seconds. Chuck looked up as Ted walked back stage. "How did I do?" He asked with a big smile.
"Great Ted, very exciting." Chuck said giving him the thumbs up.
Chuck said a quick prayer that this all worked like it was supposed to and hit the enter key. On the big screen numbers started counting down from ten. At one the flashing started. A second later the first blood curdling screams started. Ted ran to the edge of the curtain and looked out at all of the agents clawing at their eyes in horror. He turn around and found Chuck standing there. Before he could even make a sound he felt the impact of Chuck's fist to his gut. The force of the blow doubled him over. Next came a knee to the chin that dazed him and put him on the ground. Chuck rolled him over and zip tied his arms behind his back. He then grabbed a hand full of Ted's hair and slammed his face into the floor. "I want you to know this now so you understand why I'm doing the things going to do to you in the coming weeks and months. I want you to know who I am." Chuck said pulling Ted up by his hair. "My Name is Charles Bartowski. My father was Steven Bartowski. You killed my father, and now I'm going to rip every shred of information you have in that head of yours out before I kill you slowly over the course of a few days. I'm going to do things to you that are illegal in every country in the world. Crimes against humanity don't even cover what you are going to go through." Chuck said punching him in the face and knocking him out.
Jordan tapped him on the shoulder and handed him a small roll of duct tape. "Come on Chuck, we have a job to do." She said calmly.
"We do." Chuck said ripping off a piece of tape and covering Ted's mouth. He drug Ted over to a trap door. "Hold that open." He side nodding at the door. Once Ted was under the stage Chuck pulled off his suit jacket and started opening computer towers. In a few minutes they were fully geared up.
Chuck lead Jordan to the side door and out into the hallway. "Go down that hall and hang a right. Go into the men's room and come out the other side. Once you reach the corner wait one minute and kill the two guards from behind." Chuck said waving down the hall.
"Got you Chuck." She said walking down the hall with her MP5K up.
Chuck turned right and came around the corner and stopped. He ghosted to the edge of the wall and peaked around. He saw two guards not looking his way. Bringing his gun up he ducked around the cover and shot both of them three times apiece. He ran past them to the main hall with the big auditorium doors and saw six guys standing around. He saw the big column twenty feet away and knew that was his second cover. He pulled the roll of quarters out of his pocket and took half of them out. He tossed then into the middle of the lobby and watched as all of their heads turned to the sound in the middle of the floor. Chuck popped out into the room and shot four of them as he ran to the column before they even saw him. One of the two guards still alive tried to bring his M4 up but he took three to the chest. His friend had just enough time to look at Chuck before he caught three to the chest as well. Chuck ran to the left side hallway and kicked over a table making the two guards in the hallway look his way as soon as they turned to him Jordan popped out of cover and shot them in the back. Jordan walked up to him as he changed his mag. "That's ten down. Ten in the lobby. Two on the balcony above them. Two guarding the back elevator. Two on the roof. Two by the west side door and two covering the door to the garage." Chuck said listing off the rest of the targets.
"Where do you need me?" Jordan asked.
"I need you to take the two by the west door, and the two by the garage. Both teams are far enough away from the main lobby so don't worry about ammo or them shooting back, just don't let them call for help. I'll meet you back here in five." Chuck said.
"Got you. Back in five." She said walking to the hall that lead to the west entrance.
Chuck went down the hallway leading to the back elevator. He stopped at the corner and dropped to the floor. He looked around the corner with his gun and put three in each guard. He called the elevator and pulled one of the two guards in to the elevator with him. He hit the top floor and hid next to the panel. When the doors opened up on the roof the two guards saw the dead body and reached for their radios. Chuck came out from his hiding spot and shot both of them. He took the elevator back down and met Jordan at the main hallway. She was leaned up against the wall holding her side. Chuck ran to her. "What happened?" He asked pulling her hand away.
"I took a hit to the vest. I think I broke a rib." She wheezed out.
Chuck pulled the vest aside and saw blood. "Jordan I want you to sit down and keep pressure on it. The bullet went through the vest and you're bleeding." Chuck said calmly as he walked her over to a chair.
"It went through?" She asked pulling the vest down to look. "Shit. Now what?"
"Did you clear your two posts?" Chuck asked.
"I did, it was the garage guy that got me." She said.
"Then I need you to sit tight, I'll be back in a few minutes then we can call in the all clear and get you to a hospital." Chuck said walking away.
"Are you sure you got this Chuck?" She asked feeling the pain coming in waves.
"I'm sure, just keep calm and keep pressure on that." Chuck said putting in a fresh mag. He took the side stairwell up to the second floor and stood by the main elevator bank watching the two guards patrol the walkway above the lobby. He waited till they walked towards him and kicked the trash can he was standing by. The two guards came to see what the noise was and Chuck took them out from elevator doorway. Chuck stayed crouched down as he crawled to the walkway. He pulled the two flask bangs from his vest, pulled the pins, and tossed them over the railing. He closed his eyes and covered his ears and listened for the tell tall sound of bells ringing before he opened his eyes. He saw the ten guys stumbling around and holding their faces.
Chuck picked them off quickly before running back to Jordan. He pulled out his cell phone and called Anna. "It's go time. Have Morgan call the rest of the teams for me. Jordan's been hit and I need to call it in. I don't think it's bad, just a graze, so we will be back at Castle if you want to drop Scott off to see his mother." Chuck said.
"I understand. See you in a bit Chuck." She said hanging up the phone and turned to Morgan. "Jordan's been shot, it's not bad, just a flesh wound but he needs to take care of her. I need you to call the other teams. Chuck just gave us the green light." She said, and smiled as Morgan pulled out his phone and started making the calls. She turned back to Scott who was sitting in the back of the Dodge Charger a few feet away. She slid in next to him and picked up his hand. "Scott, that was Chuck. He said your mother was shot, but it's not bad, just a scratch, and they are calling for the NSA clean up crew to look her over. She will be taken to Castle and Chuck said we should drop you off after this raid." She said.
"Is she going to be okay?" Scott asked looking panicked again.
"She should be fine. I'm sure this is not the first time she's been shot before. It's part of the job. It happens. I'm sure she will be fine in no time." Anna said hoping she was right.
"Okay." Scott said sitting back in his seat.
"Okay?" Anna asked sliding into his lap.
"Yes, Okay. You told me everything you could and I'll be seeing her soon." Scott said looking calm, but his eyes carried his worry.
"I have to lead the assault team now. As soon as we have the building secure I'll hand it off to the NSA Cleaners and we can go see Jordan." Anna said kissing him.
"Okay." Scott said nodding.
"I love you so much. I'll be right back." She said getting out of the car.
Morgan was waiting for her with her vest in hand. "Lets do this so we can get him back to Castle." Morgan said.
Anna's eyes got cold. "Yes let's get this done." She said coldly.
