So… it has been a while, huh? Only like 47 days or something. That's like less than 2 months. So, it hasn't been too long then, right? This is where I would insert all the excuses and trials that got in the way of my writing, but that would all just be lies. The main reason I have taken so long to write this chapter is because I'm lazy and I when I only have a few hours of free time, it is much easier to just play video games than to try to think of what should happen next in my story. So thank you for the reviews and for sticking with this story unlike so many that have probably given up. So without further ado, here is the next chapter. Now, what happened last chapter?
I do not own Chuck.
April 13, 2005
As she steps into the darkness, she silently closes the door using her spy skills to make absolutely no noise at all. She lowers her small black duffle bag to the carpet and steps towards the bed, devoid of any sound. She silently strips her trench coat off to reveal her nude body as she graces her prize in the bed. Almost instantly, she notices the lack of curves beneath the blanket of the hotel room king size bed. She rolls her eyes as she mutters, "of course they're in his room." She slips her black trench coat back on with a huff and grabs her duffle bag by the handle in search of the proper room.
April 13, 2005
She silently steps into the black void and closes the door behind her. Before she does anything else, she glances at the bed to see two distinctive mountain ranges beneath the blanket of the hotel bed. She smiles deviously as she drops her duffle bag soundlessly to the carpeted floor and strips off her trench coat. She sneakily sneaks up to the bed on her toes as she finds the correct side of the bed. She gently lifts the cover to reveal the curves of perfection barely noticeable in the darkness. She slips in beside the blonde beauty that holds possession of those curves of perfection. Carina lets her hands instantly snake around Sarah as she presses her naked body flush against the naked flesh of Sarah.
Sarah finds herself stirring from her sleep by the unexpected groping of her breasts. Usually, Chuck is out cold for the night after enjoying some fooling around and making love. They also usually fall asleep looking at each other, if they don't fall asleep cuddling. As she feels a hand sliding down from her breasts and towards her crotch, her eyes slowly open. As the haze quickly fades, she sees Chuck sleeping peacefully in front of her. Her body tenses for a tenth of a second before she reacts.
With the blink of an eye, she flips herself to turn towards her attacker while sliding her right hand underneath her pillow. She rolls over to sit atop her attacker as her right hand comes around with a razor sharp blade pressed into the neck of her attacker. Sarah's eyes widen when she notices the unmistakable smirk of Carina. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Sarah growls lowly as she holds the knife steady against the redhead's neck.
"I can see you really missed me," Carina replies spritely.
"Umm…" Chuck suddenly speaks up in a tired sleepy voice. "Why is Carina naked in our bed and why is her hand on your ass?" He's not complaining about the situation. It has been a bit of a fantasy ever since Carina suggested a threesome between them, but he is just curious. Although he will never tell Sarah that.
"Would you like to answer the question?" Sarah venomously demands of the redhead; the knife pressing into Carina's skin to nearly draw blood.
"I told you I'd get into your pants," Carina cheekily responds as she gives Sarah's ass a squeeze.
"I'm not wearing any pants," Sarah deadpans with slight agitation.
"That just makes it easier," Carina winks at the blonde as her hand heads for Sarah's sacred core.
"Alright," Chuck finally steps in and removes Carina's hand from his lovely girlfriend. "Enough, Carina."
"Just when I was getting to the good part," Carina pouts as she looks down at Sarah's breasts. "Lovely by the way."
Sarah finally retracts the knife and rolls off her lesbian friend. "Get out."
"You would just kick your naked friend out?" Carina pleads with mock sorrow.
"Yes," Sarah deadpans. "Now get out."
"But I have nowhere to stay and your bed is mighty large enough for the three of us," Carina again dons her salacious smirk.
Suddenly light pours over the entire room from the lamp on the nightstand because Chuck flips the switch. "I have an idea," he perks up quickly. "Carina, you can stay in Sarah's old hotel room. There's no one staying there."
"Now that's a great idea," Sarah makes a huge scene of how smart of an idea it is. She turns to Chuck and gives him a sultry tongue-infused kiss.
"My turn," Carina leans in towards Sarah after she breaks the kiss.
"No thank you," Sarah rolls her eyes at how incorrigible Carina is. "What are you even doing here?"
Carina slips out from the bed and stands up tall, giving the spy couple a very healthy view of her nude body. "We've got a mission," she states simply, knowing how much of a nuisance she is being, but loving every moment of it.
"And you had to tell us at four in the morning?" Chuck queries after glancing at the bedside clock.
"Probably not," Carina shrugs nonchalantly. "But I couldn't pass up the opportunity to enjoy such a sweet delight."
"It's called rape," Sarah deadpans. "What you did to me was rape me."
"Actually, I think rape has to have some type of penetration," Carina mirthfully responds as she just annoys the spy couple even further. "I only molested you."
"It was still nonconsensual," Sarah states matter-of-factly.
"Well you can't spell nonconsensual without consensual," Carina grins at the naked blonde before her.
"You're ridiculous," Chuck shakes his head in utter dismay. "You know that?"
"I have my moments," Carina reaches down to pull her trench coat back on. "And thanks for the second base, Blondie. We should do it again sometime."
"How about never," Sarah states more than questions. "Now get out of our room."
"I'm going, I'm going," Carina coos innocently as she slips into her trench coat. "Just know that we have a briefing at nine."
"Thanks for the heads up," Chuck deadpans. "And goodnight."
"Oh it's already been a good night," Carina smirks deviously as she is incensing them to no end. "Thanks again, Walker," she winks before lifting her bag and stepping out of the room.
"I can't believe her," Sarah huffs as she turns to her boyfriend.
"She's definitely not like anyone I've ever met before," Chuck shares Sarah's sentiments. "Although it was kind of hot to see you two so close together and so naked."
"You're such a pig," she grins at his joke and gives him a playful push.
"A man can dream," he mirthfully states as he pulls her into his arms and gives her a playful kiss on the lips. "Let's try to get a little more sleep before the mission briefing."
"Good plan, but your erection is digging into my hip," she laughs as she wraps her arms around his chest and hugs him tightly.
April 13, 2005
"Looks like we have a new lead thanks to our friends over at the DEA," Beckman explains through the monitor in Castle with a nod towards Carina who is leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. At the confident snooty expression on Carina's face, Beckman reiterates her words, "and I use the term 'friends' very loosely."
Casey grunts approvingly at the rare joke by the general. Carina glares at Casey for a second before the general continues.
"It seems the DEA was investigating a new narcotic that is the closest thing to mind control we have ever witnessed," Beckman announces to the spies. "And apparently the Ring is just as interested in it. The DEA is keeping surveillance on the Ring agent that was involved with the transaction. I want all of you to join in on the surveillance and capture the Ring agent before he can return the drugs to his superiors."
"Yes, ma'am," Casey nods enthusiastically before the General can end the feed.
"Are we dealing with a drug that actually causes mind control?" Chuck queries after the monitor turns black.
"I think so," Sarah replies honestly.
"This is some sci-fi shit, man," Bryce mentions with slight excitement. "Like Manchurian Candidate or Zoolander."
"Relax, don't do it," Chuck starts to sing comically as he finds himself doing a half-robot style dance as he curls his arms mechanically.
"Even if you want to go do it," Bryce continues along with the song.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Carina bursts suddenly in pure anger, slicing into the song to bring it to an immediate halt. The thought of what the people have done with the drug suddenly felt like it was being mocked and she couldn't contain her hatred for the monsters. "The people who created this drug are sick people who deserve to die a slow gruesome death!" Flashes of all the women forced to do unsavory things suddenly fill up her mind to fuel her anger.
Everybody is frozen in place at the redhead's outburst, unsure of how to react. They haven't seen this drug in action and don't even know what it was originally purposed for. Ever since being convinced to profess her love for Sarah, Carina has been becoming more open and more of a… girl. She has been letting out her emotions at times and even looking for mates, not that she is looking for anything long-term. She isn't that far gone.
"Carina," Sarah finally speaks up in a soft coo, "what's going on?"
Carina turns her face from everyone else as she remains against the wall with her arms crossed. "It's nothing," she softly grumbles. "I've just seen what these people do with these drugs," she elaborates hesitantly. "It's no joke."
"They're not joking about it," Jesse projects seriously, giving the two nerds a daring glare. "We all want to see the Ring finished along with this horrible drug. And we're dedicated to it," she finishes with honest straightforward confidence.
"Good," Carina simply states.
April 13, 2005
As the low soothing hum of the jet lulls Sarah to sleep, she suddenly shakes herself awake at the feeling of a warm arm snaking around her shoulders. The arm instantly retracts and she turns to her left to see Chuck looking at her with concern. "Bad dream?" He coos softly, trying his best to comfort her.
"Um… yea," she quickly mutters, hating that she is lying to him. He holds his stare for a few seconds before allowing the lie to pass. He knows that it takes time for Sarah to say what is on her mind when it makes her feel vulnerable. "I'm sorry," she grins solemnly at him. "It's just been a while since we last had a mission. That's all," she insists gently.
"Is the great Sarah Walker actually a little rusty?" He smiles crookedly at her.
"No," she protests with a jumbled up grin as she tries to fight away the smile growing on her lips. I am getting rusty, she tells herself. "Maybe," she relents as a devious grin festers on her lips. "Too much sex and not enough working out," she insists to keep the subject changed.
"That one position where I had to hold your legs over your head was definitely a workout," he informs her comically as he mimics her position by lifting his knees.
She cannot help herself but laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of his expression and body position. She'll admit it was definitely not a normal sexual position but he definitely loved it as much as she did. "You know you loved it," she murmurs juicily.
"I never said I didn't," he remarks back with a bright grin. "I'm thinking about doing it right now," he winks at her.
"We are not having sex in front of the team," she deadpans with a straight face.
"Now that would be kinky," Carina muses salaciously as she slips her head in between the couple from behind them. "I can always join you guys… for moral support, obviously."
"I'm sure that's the only reason," Chuck rolls his eyes facetiously.
"Don't be such a prude," Carina grumbles at Chuck before turning a hopeful gaze to Sarah.
"It's never going to happen, Carina," Sarah insists dominantly.
"You're no fun," Carina pouts as she removes herself from their personal space with a huff.
Chuck and Sarah share a laugh at Carina's persistence. They have to compliment her on that, at the very least. Hopefully it will transfer over to the mission and she will be fully dedicated to capturing the Ring agent and ending the flow of drugs.
April 13, 2005
The spies watch the video feeds on the triptych monitors inside the spy van, cramped as tight as sardines in a can. On the monitors are multiple camera angles of a nightclub in Miami. All six agents are watching the Ring agent closely as he makes his way through the club and finds a spot standing by the bar. Even for a Wednesday, the club is thriving and bumping to loud music and flashing lights. As the Ring agent gets his beer, he scans the bar for a possible victim to test out the drug on. The Ring won't accept anything but failure and this is his chance to prove this drug actually works.
"We can't all be in the van," Casey grumbles as his shoulders are strained forward and he's hunched over like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. "You guys should go in there and watch him from there."
"And risk possibly falling victim to the drug?" Jesse questions with hesitance as she glances left and right at the rest of her team. "No thank you. I like being able to control my own mind."
"I'm perfectly fine where I am," Carina states mirthfully, being sandwiched between Sarah and Jesse. She lightly lays her hands on both females' thighs and lets them drift up.
"How did you end up sitting next to me?" Sarah lifts Carina's hand from her thigh. Jesse notices Sarah's quick reaction to Carina's groping and follows suit. "I'm with Jessie. This drug is too dangerous to risk one of us to be drugged."
"Why don't we just go in there and arrest him then?" Bryce queries with a shrug, at least what little space his shoulders could move being cramped in the van.
"And cause a scene?" Casey replies like Bryce's idea is foolish and idiotic. "We need to get him alone before we apprehend him. We don't need people panicking right now."
"You've been quiet, Chuck," Sarah muses, craning her head to turn enough to see him squished against her left side.
"I don't want an innocent getting mixed up with this," Chuck solemnly states. "But I don't think we have a choice. He's most likely going to slip it into the victim's drink. It seems like the easiest way."
"Or just tell her it's ecstasy," Carina adds in, having seen many parties as a DEA agent. "Some people are completely ignorant."
"Then take her out of the club and possibly to a motel to see how well the drug works," Chuck explains his thoughts.
"Then we take him outside the club," Casey decides sternly. "There will be minimal people and we can block all exits."
"And what do we do with the victim?" Chuck queries almost dreadfully.
"We take full advantage of her," Carina replies in mock seriousness.
"What?" Chuck blurts out as he leans forward to try his best to see Carina around Sarah.
"She's kidding," Sarah deadpans.
"I thought this drug was no laughing matter?" Bryce jokingly asks.
"Chuck," Carina commands straightly, "hit him for me. This isn't a joke. I'm just keeping tensions as low as possible."
"Looks like he found his mark," Casey cuts into the conversation. All heads turn to the monitors to watch the Ring agent staring down a female like a lion studying its prey.
The spies all watch tentatively as the Ring agent slips from the bar and approaches a young brunette in a thin tight strapless black dress. She is enjoying her night so far as she bounces on the dance floor to the quick upbeat tempo of the music. Now a handsome clean-shaven man in his early thirties is approaching her and she couldn't be more thrilled. Her friends are going to be so jealous they didn't want to come out on a Wednesday night. The spies watch as the Ring agent sparks up a conversation with the woman. He easily seduces her into trusting him; using the skills he learned becoming an agent.
After a few more minutes, the telltale sign of heading for the bar to buy drinks. "This is where he's going to drug her," Chuck announces as they watch the Ring agent acquire a beer and a martini. "There!" Chuck points at the screen as they watch the drug fizz into the martini glass through the grainy footage.
"Now we just have to wait for her to finish the drink," Carina explains. "We never saw them give the drug with alcohol or any other liquid, so it could possibly cause side effects."
"We'll be ready," Bryce assures seriously.
April 13, 2005
Chuck and Sarah are standing outside the nightclub building and just around the corner. The team decided to split up to watch all exits to make sure the Ring agent doesn't try to escape. Sarah is watching intently at each person who enters and exits the club as if she is looking for a specific person while Chuck is leaning his back against the wall. "What's up?" Chuck casually queries, seeing the intensity in Sarah's body language.
"Just staying cautious," Sarah replies without supplying even a glance towards Chuck.
"Casey and Carina will give us a heads up on anything suspicious," Chuck assures her calmly. "You can relax. There's no reason to tire yourself out, Sarah."
"I'm not tiring myself out," she bites back, still not giving Chuck the decency of eye contact.
Chuck has noticed she has been a little off since this mission started. He doesn't know if it is because she really is rusty and not used to missions anymore or something else is bothering and distracting her. He noticed her flinch when he put his hand around her shoulders on the plane. He has also noticed she has been more straightforward and professional than usual. "Sarah, talk to me," he demands sweetly as he forcibly turns her so she can look at the concerned expression on his face. "You've been off since this mission started."
"I'm fine," she assures guardedly. "We need to focus on the mission." She slips from his hold and continues to stare intently towards the entrance from around the corner of the building.
Chuck sighs as he formulates another plan to get Sarah to open up. "Is this because of Carina feeling you up?" Chuck suddenly asks, catching Sarah's attention instantly. "Because I don't care, Sarah. Honestly, it is kind of hot if you think about it… from a guy's perspective, of course." He grins jovially at her, lightening the mood to the best of his abilities.
"You're such a guy," she rolls her eyes as her expression softens. She knows he's right and she is acting unusual. She is still a little off kilter from Carina's surprise visit in their hotel room.
"Come on, Sarah," he coos gently as he rubs her left arm up and down. "You know that you can talk to me."
"I know," she sighs heavily as she decides it is only hurting their dynamic if she keeps her thoughts buried inside her. "It's just… Carina sneaking in on us. On me…"
"She is a spy," Chuck supplies helpfully.
"Yea, but I am too, Chuck," Sarah replies heatedly. "I should've heard her coming. I'm a spy and I let my guard down. What if she was an assassin? We both could be dead right now! I'm getting too comfortable here."
"Sarah," Chuck riles boldly, instilling his confidence and passion, "I understand your concerns completely. Yes, we need to be constantly aware of our surroundings, but… specifically on missions. Sarah," he steps up to her to get very close and intimate with her, "you're the best spy I know. And no one has a greater situational awareness than you, but we were at our home, Sarah. You can't honestly expect someone to attack us at our home. We need somewhere to be able to fully let our guard down. Don't think that you're not a good spy because Carina was able to sneak in. I didn't wake up either. So stop giving yourself a hard time about something that means nothing. If you can't even relax in your own home, then what do you have, Sarah?"
As Sarah listens to Chuck's reasoning and explanation, she finds herself wanting to agree with him and finally fully agreeing with him by the end of his discourse. She does deserve to have somewhere she can feel safe and relaxed. And if she can't find that feeling in her own hotel room with Chuck by her side, then she has nowhere to turn. Chuck will always be her safe haven, but she needs somewhere to let her guard down and be Sarah Walker the woman, not Sarah Walker the spy. "Why do you always do this?" She finally asks as she hides the foolish grin trying to emerge onto her face.
"Do what?" He drawls with a lopsided grin.
"You always have to make me realize how ridiculous I am being," she answers with a tight-lipped grin.
"We all need someone to point out when we're being stupid," he smiles brightly at the love of his life.
"Are you calling me stupid?" She cannot help but ask mirthfully.
"What? No," he quickly blabbers. "Of course not. You're so smart, Sarah."
"That's what I thought," she smiles at him before pressing her lips to his. "Thank you, Chuck," she whispers after the kiss, "for giving me a home. And making me realize that I have a home. I have a home with you. Chuck," she finds herself tearing up slightly, "you are my home."
Chuck doesn't want to ruin the moment with stuttering, rambling, or spiraling because he definitely doesn't trust his brain to formulate complete sentences at such powerful words spoken by the gorgeous blonde. Instead, he decides to take a more intimate approach and initiates a deep passionate kiss the relays how much she means to him. "I love you," he whispers after the long, slow, delicious kiss.
"I love you too," she responds in the same whisper as they are afraid to break the moment with louder words.
April 13, 2005
Less than thirty minutes later, the Ring agent and his female victim start heading for the exit of the nightclub. "They're on the move," Casey explains as he and Carina are the only ones in the van after the rest stepped out and took positions for ambushing the Ring agent.
"The drug has definitely taken effect," Carina surmises as she explains the details to Casey. "Her mind has completely shut down and she can only follow simple orders. In a few more minutes, she will be completely under his control. Guys," she addresses the team through their headsets, "he's exiting now. We'll head him off and then you guys surround him."
"Got it," Chuck responds quickly for him and Sarah.
"We're in position," Jesse explains for herself and Bryce.
"We have to stop him before he gets to his vehicle," Casey muses thoughtfully. "If he gets to the car, he could possibly escape."
Carina crooks her head at Casey. "I slashed the tires. He's going nowhere." She grins proudly at her forward thinking.
"He's on the move," Casey suddenly lightly pushes Carina towards the back exit of the van. "Let's go." Carina and Casey step out of the van and head towards the parking lot. As they turn the corner around the nightclub building, they see the Ring agent and his thrall walking through the parking lot. "Move in!" Casey commands as he and Carina raise their weapons and briskly walk towards their mark. The rest of the team steps out from their locations to surround the Ring agent.
The Ring agent is quite pleased with how well the drug is working so far. She hasn't hesitated or argued a single command and tonight he will see how well it really works and what the constraints on it are. If this drug works well enough, they can control powerful people like senators, prime ministers, and possibly even the President. A small grin forms on his face at how much praise he will get from the other Elders. He fumbles his keys out of his pocket and presses the unlock button as he approaches his black BMW sports sedan. He's about to command his thrall to enter the vehicle when he notices how flat both of his passenger side tires are. "What the hell?" He mumbles in confusion as he steps up to the rear tire and lowers himself to eye level with the wheel. He inspects it to see that there is an unmistaken slit from a knife. He tenses up as he knows that it was definitely intentional. He can hope that an angry vengeful girlfriend got the wrong vehicle when trying to slash her boyfriend's tires, but the odds are too slim to believe that.
"You're going to want to freeze," Casey states sternly with his gun aimed at the Ring agent's back from ten feet back.
"Get up slowly," Carina spits in hatred as she steps up to stand beside Casey, barely containing her rage. "You're going to tell us who is making these drugs, you sick bastard." She starts to step up towards the Ring agent as he lifts himself to his full height with his back still turned to the spies. Casey stops her before she can unleash her rage with a hand on her arm. Carina glances at Casey to see why he is getting in her way. He gives her one quick look, but that is all it took.
The Ring agent swiftly spins himself to stand behind his thrall while pulling a handgun from his waistband. The gun is pressed to the female's head as he uses her body as a shield.
"Drop it!" Carina growls in anger as she steps a foot closer.
"I'll kill her," the Ring agent commands as he slowly makes his way around his vehicle. Even though the tires are completely flat, the vehicle can still drive at least far enough that he can escape. He cautiously walks backwards while holding the woman in front of him. Casey and Carina know that their time is running out. They know his plan is to get into his vehicle and drive off and they need to figure something out quickly.
As the Ring agent gets to the driver's side door across from the two spies, he grins victoriously. "Open the door," he commands of his human shield. She complies obediently as she slips her fingers into the handle and opens the door. The Ring agent is about to step into his car when suddenly a dart appears sticking out from the right side of his neck. He feels his gun get heavy and his body weigh down like the gravity has been increased tenfold. His eyelids get heavy and he tumbles into the car, hitting the backseat door, rolling off of it and smacking against the asphalt in a deep slumber.
"That works," Chuck grins as he comes out of the darkness with his tranquilizer pistol raised.
"Took you long enough," Casey grumbles at how close they were to losing the mark.
"So what do we do with her?" Bryce queries as he stands beside the female victim. "We can always take advantage of her," he jokes with a bright grin. Jesse punches him hard in the arm for the lame joke.
"We're probably just best off tranqing her until the drug wears off," Sarah supplies her thoughts.
"Well I'm not carrying her," Carina huffs with her arms crossed over her chest.
"We have two strapping men to carry her," Jesse flashes a charming smile. She turns to Casey with a gentle grin, "I would say three but we all know you're carrying the Ring agent."
Casey just grunts indifferently as he walks up to the Ring agent, ready to lift him over his shoulder.
"You know we can always just tell her to get into our van," Bryce deadpans.
"Because that doesn't sound creepy at all," Chuck muses facetiously. "Are we going to lure her with candy too?"
"You're an idiot," Carina rolls her eyes.
April 14, 2005
"Ugh…" the Ring agent groans groggily as he uses what little energy he has to force his eyes open. Once his eyes finally open enough to see the surrounding area, he tenses at the unfamiliar square room with plain cement walls, a single mirrored window to his right, and a steel door in front of him. He quickly searches the vast banks of his mind to figure out the last thing he remembers. His memory is still hazy but he remembers a nightclub and the drug… and a man and woman holding guns pointed at him. As his memory reappears, he feels that his hands are tied behind his back and he is chained down to a cold metal chair.
Suddenly the door opens and the tall gruff man he remembers from last night along with one unknown male and the redhead from last night. She immediately walks up to him and punches him with all her strength directly in the gut. The Ring agent chokes on the heavy hit as his breath escapes him. "You sick bastard," she snarls disgustedly. "You need a drug to get laid?"
"Carina," Chuck calms her with a bold voice.
"You think that is why we wanted the drug?" The Ring agent nearly laughs at her ignorant anger. "Like we care about meaningless sex? You spies are pathetic," he gets out one dark chuckle before another punch wracks his abdomen, causing him to choke again.
"Carina," Chuck rolls his eyes at the feisty redhead.
"What?" She huffs as she stares at her two temporary partners. "Did you guys want to get some punches in? Go ahead, Casey," she grins cheerfully as she takes a step back. "He's all yours."
"Come on, guys," Chuck whines as he sees that exhilarated twinkle in Casey's eye that comes from gunfights and interrogations. "Has violence ever solved anything?"
"Yes," rings through the room from three different voices. There is only the four of them including the prisoner.
"Really?" Chuck furrows his brow at their captive for answering his question in the affirmative. "You want them to just beat the shit out of you?"
"I don't mind," Casey grunts as he eyes his victim deviously.
Chuck steps up to their prisoner with a gentle sincere tone, "do you think you could maybe just tell us what we want to know and we can skip the whole 'beat you up' thing?"
"Don't give him the easy way out," Carina grumbles in protest.
"Look, we know you work for the Ring and we would just like some intel," Chuck explains to the Ring agent. "Maybe a safe house? Maybe where the Elders are?"
The Ring agent's eyes flicker for the slightest second at hearing the word 'Elders,' but he quickly masks it for indifference. Everyone caught it, but hold their tongues. After a brief moment of palpable silence, Chuck continues. "Yes, we know about the Elders. But we'd love to know more if you'd like to share."
"Screw you," is the response the Ring agent spats.
Chuck sighs dramatically as he wipes his right hand down his face. "Everybody knows that you're going to talk with or without torture. Am I right?" He turns to Casey.
"Everybody talks," Casey grunts with excitement as he stalks over his prisoner like an abusive father standing over his weak and frightened child.
April 14, 2005
The Ring agent slouches in utter pain and exhaustion. His shirt is drenched in blood and sweat as he remains tied to the chair. "You know," Casey announces as he sits back in his own chair, relaxed and comfortable, "I can do this all day." He reaches to the floor and picks up a bottle of water. "It's always good to stay hydrated," he takes a long chug of the cool purified water, mostly to taunt his captive. "If you'd just tell us what you know, this can all stop. Not that I'm looking forward to ending my fun just yet."
"You think I'm as weak as you government pussies?" The Ring agent growls as blood sprays from his mouth.
"No… I think you're weaker," Casey responds with a snort.
"I can't believe you guys think I'm going to talk," the Ring agent laughs maniacally. "You think I know anything about the Ring? About these Elders? Even if I did, you think I would ever tell you?" He continues to laugh.
The rest of the team is watching through the mirrored window. "We're getting nowhere," Jesse states exasperatedly. "He's not talking."
"Maybe we need a different torture tactic," Sarah suggests, hoping to get the information they seek. "We can always inject him with ammonia."
"He'll talk soon enough," Carina states boldly. "He's tired and beaten. He's on his last defense before he gives in."
"Let's hope so," Bryce muses softly, unsure of Carina's boldness.
The Ring agent spits out a wad of blood and saliva as he slightly chokes from laughing so hard. "You know nothing," blood continues to spurt from his contused lips. "You think you can beat the Ring? The Ring cannot be stopped. We are the future."
Chuck suddenly feels a flash tickle his brain as it combs over his entire body.
A very old man sitting cross-legged on a rug.
A remote control.
The code phrase "We are the future" exchanged between five silhouettes.
The five silhouettes of people sitting in front of a large White Ring in a dark room.
One of the silhouettes stepping into the light to reveal the prisoner.
A remote control.
A very old man sitting cross-legged on a rug.
Chuck finds himself lightheaded and off-balance at the heavy flash. He hasn't flashed in some time having the older Intersect 1.0 that he didn't expect to hold much relevant information. "Guys," he shakes off the aftereffects with haste and hurriedness, "he's a Ring Elder!"
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