Well, it's been a while. Not quite as long as last time, but still a long time. Again, thanks for the reviews as this story comes to its (hopefully) climactic finale. Thank you everyone for staying around and enjoying this long tale from the mind of an average nobody. It is always fun to play with characters that we all know and love. I had a blast putting these characters into scenarios we have never had the opportunity to watch. I'll always be honored to have been a part of this fandom and to give other members some form of entertainment with the characters they love.
I do not own Chuck.
April 27, 2005
Chuck sits in contemplative silence as the plane burns through the clouds on its way back to Los Angeles. Sarah is asleep and cuddled into his side with his hands gently nestling her. He glances down at the beautiful blonde and tries to smile, but it just comes off as so pained and forced. He loves this woman so much. She is the best thing to happen to him and he cannot bear to lose her. But the death of his friend has hit him hard. Not quite as hard as it hit Jesse, but he is still struggling to cope. Memories, good and bad, old and new, keep surfacing in his head. He can't combat every memory and they won't stop their onslaught. And the worst part is he is fighting an invincible enemy that can strike at any moment, and this enemy is not letting up even an inch in this mile high battle.
October 12, 1999
The fresh air and quiet is a nice break from the metallic music his roommate consistently blasts from his computer speakers. It's another sunny beautiful day and it still baffles him how different the weather is compared to San Francisco yet they are less than fifty miles apart. He prefers the sun, having lived in Los Angeles his whole life so Stanford works perfectly for him. Another thing that has distracted him from his studies is all the black squirrels. He never knew squirrels can be black. Maybe he could read up on it—
"Zork?" A male voice jars him from his spiraling thoughts. He looks up to see a young handsome man with a football in his hand. He has kind blue eyes and wavy black hair that could get just about any girl onto her back.
"Yea, I'm a bit of an old schooler," Chuck jokingly chides himself with a crooked grin. "I've been trying to create my own programming for it." Just as he finishes his words, he realizes how much of a nerd he must sound like. This is not the way to make friends, he tells himself.
"That's cool. I used to play that every night," the man smiles amusedly, remembering some fond text-based memories. "I'm Bryce, by the way."
"Chuck," they both shake hands happily; Chuck, shocked that someone else, especially as handsome as Bryce, could be into text-based video games.
"Like Chuck Norris," Bryce smirks at Chuck.
"I guess, except for I'm not quite as badass," Chuck chuckles comically, having no idea what is ahead for his future.
"Well, no one is as badass as Chuck Norris," Bryce shrugs jokingly.
"Touché," Chuck muses with an appreciative nod.
"You wanna play some football?"
"I don't think that's the best idea," Chuck replies shyly as he stares down at his tower of books. "I'm not exactly the athletic type."
"Oh come on," Bryce rolls his eyes at the skinny lanky nerd. "You won't know until you try. Your books will be safe here. We're only playing catch. You're not going to be getting tackled or anything."
"You know what?" Chuck says with sudden determination. College is where he can reinvent himself and he's not going to be the introverted guy he was in high school. "I'll make you guys look like all-pro players." He confidently stands up and joins Bryce.
"Great!" Bryce ushers Chuck over to three other men he had been playing catch with. "Now we have enough people to play tackle football."
"What?" Chuck flinches back as he prefers his body remaining in one piece. "I thought you said?"
"I'm joking, Chuck," Bryce chuckles at Chuck's ridiculously panicked reaction. "Guys," he turns to his friends, "this is Chuck."
April 27, 2005
A smile grows on Chuck's face at the memory of meeting Bryce for the first time. That was the second most fateful day in his life behind meeting Sarah. Chuck instinctively glances down at the sleeping beauty across his lap. He wishes he could sleep, but he knows the memories of Bryce are going to haunt him. He doesn't know if he will ever be able to sleep again. Sleep plays the part of the Golden Snitch in this game of Quidditch he is forced to participate in.
January 13, 2004
Chuck watches as Bryce lands from the second floor window Chuck had just jumped from himself. The mission went perfectly. They had to infiltrate the two-story building and take a small yellow flag that represents potential intel for a future mission. After Bryce tried to go all heroic and God-like, Chuck flanked their enemies and ended up saving Bryce and stealing the show in the process… at least in Chuck's mind he did. After gathering their balance, they both sprint for the extraction point to be met by bright lights streaming down on them.
"Great job trainees," a gruff voice booms over the intercom. "You successfully recovered the objective and were able to escape successfully."
Chuck removes his itchy black mask and smiles as he scratches his head.
"Thanks for the save back there," Bryce states sincerely as he pulls off his own mask.
"No problem, buddy," Chuck responds as he pats Bryce on the shoulder and they head for the exit together. "You would've done the same for me."
"I'm not so sure," Bryce jokes with a playful bump with his shoulder. "I would probably leave you out to dry."
"Shut up," Chuck hits back with his shoulder. "You may be a douche, but not that big of one."
"Shut up," Bryce responds with a playful shove as Jesse walks up to them, her chest now tie-dye thanks to the multiple shots she took from Chuck's paintball gun. "That's a nice color on you," Bryce quips with overflowing mirth.
"You're just staring at my chest," Jesse replies with mock bitterness.
"And a mighty fine chest it is," Bryce continues the playful banter.
"Ass," Jesse lightly pushes him with both hands. "I'm buying you guys a drink tonight," Jesse informs the two roommates. "That climbing the pipe idea was genius."
"Finally some recognition," Chuck exclaims as he wraps an arm around her shoulders and leads them out of the training arena.
April 27, 2005
Chuck pulls in a quick gasp of air at the fond memory of Bryce. Before he can gather his bearings, Sarah is staring into his eyes with worry and curiosity. "Are you alright?" She quickly asks as she looks him over with one hand on his shoulder and another on his cheek.
"Huh?" Chuck is slightly shocked by how quick she reacted. "Uh, yea. Yea, I'm fine," he responds lethargically.
She solemnly stares into his eyes, seeing his pained and aggrieved soul. She hates seeing him sad and despondent. She wants to do something to make him happy again. She wants to see that infectious crooked smile again. She wants to be held in his arms and to see his earnest and loving expression when he tells her 'I love you.' Her heart is breaking at his pain and there is nothing she can do. Bryce is gone forever and he cannot be reclaimed. He cannot be revived.
"I love you, Chuck," she barely whispers in a quiet mousy voice as if she is unsure if her words will have any effect. When he doesn't immediately recite it back, she lets her head fall into his shoulder as she sulks at the aching she is feeling because of the agony Chuck is going through.
After a few seconds, Chuck gathers her into his arms and holds her as close to his heart as he can. "I love you too," he responds honestly as he stares forward and strokes her back soothingly. He's starting to become restless. His eyes fall on Jesse sitting alone in the front of the cabin and how she must be dealing with it and hoping that she is doing a better job than him. Solitary silence can be horrifically more torturous than physical pain.
April 27, 2005
Casey pulls in the black SUV into the open parking lot in front of Castle. There are a few parked cars filling up some of the many open slots. The open parking lot was a decision made based on analytical data that it would look suspicious if there were never any cars in it. It is still early in the day and the sun is shining bright. Sarah and Casey were able to catch up on some sleep, but Chuck and Jesse had trouble finding their way into slumber's embrace.
"Our mission is tonight," Casey explains to the team. He turns to the sleep-deprived Chuck, "you look like shit. Get some sleep."
"Oh if sleep wasn't such a cruel mistress," Chuck coos with a faintly gloomy smile. He is extremely tired but his mind won't give him the tranquil calm needed to fall asleep.
"I'd offer to tranq you but we can't afford to have you groggy on our mission," Casey explains with a teasing huff.
"Thanks… I guess?" Chuck virtually asks as his tone rises with each syllable.
"It means he cares," Sarah jokes with a pat on Chuck's back.
Casey ignores Sarah with a grumble and then turns to Jesse and miraculously dons a sympathetic expression and tone. "I know it's tough," he explains sincerely to Jesse with a supporting hand on her shoulder. "We're going to nail these bastards, but we need you in top shape. Can you do that?"
"Yes," Jesse nods honestly as she lets determination flow through her bloodstream.
"Good," he nods as he releases her. "Our briefing is at Twenty-two Hundred hours."
April 27, 2005
"Chuck," Sarah softly interjects once they enter their hotel room, "Casey's right. You don't look good. You need some sleep."
"And how am I supposed to do that?" Chuck erupts with frustration as he stomps into the room. "I lost my best friend less than twenty-four hours ago!"
"I know, but you need some sleep," Sarah weakly argues.
"I can't sleep!" He heaves with overbearing miff and anguish as he paces throughout the hotel room. "You've never had to deal with this kind of pain!"
"Don't you dare say that!" Sarah retorts angrily as heartache surges through her. "I watched you die! I was at your funeral! I watched them bury a coffin for you! Do you know how hard that was for me? Losing you the day I fell in love with you? So don't you dare say that I don't know the pain you are going through!" She finishes her tirade with heaving angry breathes as her chest rises and falls animatedly and a tear runs down her left cheek. She positions herself in a tall brooding stance with her right foot pointing towards Chuck.
Chuck finds himself in the bathroom with his weight pressing down on his palms against the corner of the counter. His eyes reading deep into Sarah's before he realizes how ignorant he is acting. He sighs heavily before staring forward into the large mirror above the counter. He truly looks at himself for the first time in a while. His eyes are slightly red from sleep deprivation and frustration. There are dark rims forming around his eyes and creases are appearing in the shapes of bags. His skin is slightly more pale than usual and his entire body looks sluggish. "I'm sorry," he whispers softly and she immediately releases her tense stance. He then turns to her. "You're absolutely right. It isn't fair for me to project my frustration onto you." He lethargically takes a seat on the rim of the bathtub. "It's just so tough, you know? I'm trying to stay strong for Jesse. But it's so hard. I can't even imagine how she must be feeling and I'm this much of a mess. I just don't know if I'll ever be able to sleep again," he sighs despairingly after confessing all his emotions and lets his body slump in defeat as he runs his hands up the length of his face. He may be a spy but he is not trained to withstand this psychological torture.
"I know you're hurting, Chuck," Sarah walks over to stand directly in front of him. "But I also know you so well that I know how to make you fall asleep," she states with confidence as she lifts him up with a hand on each cheek. "You're switching into a plain t-shirt and some sweatpants," she commands authoritatively as she stands him up. "I'll switch in some soft panties. We're cuddling and you're going to keep my feet nice and toasty. Now hurry up, tiger," she lightly spanks him on the ass. Chuck suddenly kicks into gear like a racehorse as he heads straight for the cabinet to retrieve his sleepwear.
April 27, 2005
Jesse sniffles as she sees the familiar hotel room she had been sharing with Bryce since the mission took them to Los Angeles. She remembers the good times, the great times and the bad times ranging from the massaging of the scar removal cream on her back to when a 'slip' of his hands led to passionate lovemaking to the pain when he tried to take advantage of her. She lingers towards the closet to find all of Bryce's hanging clothes. She immediately strips off all her layers of clothing and stands there stark naked as she flips through all of Bryce's hanging clothes. She finds a plain white undershirt and peels it from the hangar. She slides it over her head and pulls her arms through the sleeves. She bunches up the shirt at her chest, brings it to her nose, and draws a long inhalation through her nose to breath in his resonant aroma.
"Why?" She whimpers to herself as she releases the shirt and turns towards the bed. She sees the scar removal cream on the nightstand beside the bed and sniffles again. "How am I supposed to use this now?" She queries to her inanimate audience of furniture as she holds up the nearly empty bottle. She places the bottle back onto the nightstand and sits on the bed. She glances around the room to try to remember the fond memories she shared with Bryce before dropping her head into her hands as she rests her elbows on her bare thighs. She just stares at her thighs knowing that she will never feel Bryce's touch; his fingers, his lips, his penis, his love; again.
She doesn't know how she is going to recover from such a painful loss. He will always hold a part of her heart, but mulling over it will only cause further harm to her physically and mentally. She needs to move on for herself and for her teammates. Trying to live in the past is only going to be detrimental to herself and her teammates. She slides herself under the covers of her bed and finds a comfortable position on Bryce's side and closes her eyes, knowing sleep will come to her soon after releasing the demons guarding her path to solace.
April 27, 2005
Sarah didn't want to excite Chuck too much, so she decided on wearing some comfortable beige panties and one of his '24' shirts that has Jack Bauer staring menacingly with the quote 'We're running out of time!' in bold capitals. She sets the alarm clock for just a few hours from now so they aren't late to the briefing before the mission. She then happily pulls the bed covers down and slides to the far side. She props herself on her right elbow as she happily watches Chuck finish pulling up his black sweatpants. "Come to bed," she coos sweetly as she pats the open space in front of her.
Chuck joins her and she pulls the covers up to his shoulders. She gives him a peck on the lips and cuddles close to him, waiting until his arms wrap around back and pull her in even closer.
"Chuck," she gently begs like a wounded puppy, "my feet are cold."
He grins happy to comply as he slides his feet in between hers so they stack up with her right foot against the bed with his left foot on top followed by her right foot and his right foot to complete the podiatric sandwich. "Is that better?" He asks warmly.
"Much better," she responds as she slides her left hand under his waistband at his hip for some extra warmth.
"Thank you for this," he murmurs gratefully. "You're the best girlfriend ever," he presses a soft kiss to her forehead. "I love you, Sarah," he closes his eyes as his mind finally finds a positive part of his life to rest at.
"I love you too, Chuck," she responds through hooded eyes as she finds a tranquility that only Chuck's embrace can give her.
April 27, 2005
As Jesse enters the Castle, she sees Casey sitting down at the table with an M4 assault rifle disassembled and a dirty cloth in his hand. She continues to survey the base to see Chuck and Sarah sitting next to each other on the opposite side of the table. Chuck looks much more relaxed and rejuvenated. "Hey guys," she greets casually as she finds a seat between the couple and the Major. Chuck and Sarah give Jesse a sincere nod before looking down at their interlaced hands and then they share a moment of adoration.
"How're you feeling?" Chuck asks honestly with a friendly smile.
"I'm good," she answers buoyantly without even realizing it. She takes a second to relax before answering, "I'm feeling much better." She smiles back as she realizes that she really is doing much better after recognizing that she has her life ahead of her and Bryce would be okay with her moving on, maybe not with relationships yet, but no more mulling over her loss. Jesse's eyes fall on Sarah and drop south to her cleavage before panning off towards space. Maybe she should try out a relationship with another girl. Bryce would definitely approve. Sarah is quite gorgeous and I've already been with Chuck before so he may not mind…
"That's great," Sarah smiles warmly, breaking Jesse's drifting thoughts. She is thrilled to see Jesse smile again. She has become a close friend to both her and Chuck, and another woman Sarah can confide in.
"You—yea," Jesse sighs as she mentally perspires at how different her thoughts were driving her. "It is good."
"The General is waiting," Casey announces as he pulls the wireless keyboard from the center of the table. He types in a few keys and Beckman appears on the monitor in front of the team with her familiar office behind her.
"Alright team," Beckman introduces with a straight-to-business demeanor, "using the intel we've gathered from the captured Ring Elders, we've located the last and final one's location. We believe he has a residence in Bel Air."
"Any other occupants?" Casey queries.
"Like family?" Chuck suddenly blurts out. "Does this guy have a wife and kids?"
"No," Beckman states simply before elaborating. "We have done a background check and it lists a Jason MacArthur as the owner. We looked into him and he has a checkered past. He was a soldier in the Iraq War. He was on the verge of being promoted to Sergeant until he was dishonorably discharged."
"For what?" Sarah asks curiously. She knows that only the most reprehensible crimes warrant dishonorable discharge.
"He was described by his fellow soldiers as an extremist and over-the-top," Beckman explains. "He was on one of the survey teams in search for WMDs when they raided a possible production warehouse. There were no signs of nuclear technology, but he wouldn't move on. He tortured one of the warehouse employees using multiple techniques such as electrocution and waterboarding. After numerous torturing, the victim confessed to having nuclear weapons. The victim suffered irreparable brain damage and several broken bones."
"So it worked?" Casey crooks his head.
"Not exactly," Beckman explains. "As we all know, there were never any WMDs found in Iraq, but MacArthur relayed the intel to his superiors and it reaffirmed our government into believing that Iraq had WMDs."
"So it did work then," Jesse queries with a furrowed brow, wondering where Beckman is going with the explanation.
"No," Beckman replies resoundingly. "The victim only admitted to the WMDs so he would stop being tortured. He led our soldiers on a wild goose chase and only after a few months, did MacArthur's actions come to light. After a trial deemed him guilty, he was immediately discharged."
"Apparently he bounced back," Chuck grumbles.
"He didn't go out quietly," Beckman explains. "He argued that his actions were justified and needed, but everyone saw it as too far and inhumane."
"It sounds like he could be one of the main motivators for the Ring," Sarah muses thoughtfully.
"Something like that stays with you forever," Casey states reverently as if he is imagining receiving a dishonorable discharge and losing everything he's fought his life for.
"We do not know about his recent whereabouts, but we are hoping that he hasn't caught on to us knowing where he lives and will be there," Beckman explains to the team. "I want you to infiltrate silently. He is a trained soldier and we don't need any unnecessary casualties."
"Yes, ma'am," Casey affirms confidently.
April 27, 2005
"That's them," the man in the passenger seat enthusiastically points his finger towards the two couples who just left the building with a medium sized black duffle bag hanging from the burlier man's right hand.
"Are you sure?" The man sitting in the driver's seat queries seriously. "We can't afford any miscalculations."
"Yes, I'm sure," the passenger holds his arm rigid as he continues pointing at the two couples entering a black van.
"You better be right about this, Shaw," the driver lowers Shaw's hand with his own. "We've invested too much on you to screw this up."
"Of course I am," Shaw responds quickly. "I want them dead more than you. They raped and killed my wife!" he states with a venomous disgust on his tongue. "I don't see that rapist, Larkin. He probably thinks he's so amazing that he started the mission on his own."
"Let's not worry about him right now," the driver states confidently. "We're going to tail them and see where they're going. I'm sick of them always being a step ahead." He turns the key in the ignition and the dark blue sedan rumbles to life.
April 27, 2005
As the driver follows the spies' van, uneasiness and worry seeps into him. The area is looking more and more familiar as he follows the spies into the heart of Bel Air. His heart starts to sink when the van turns onto the street he passes just about every day.
"You alright?" Shaw questions calmly. "You're starting to look pale."
"I'm fine," the driver barks back as he grips the steering wheel; his knuckles whitening.
"Where're they leading us?" Shaw asks.
"I don't know," the driver lies through his teeth. He knows exactly where they are going, but he doesn't want to believe it. But when the van they are tailing turns onto the same street his own home is on, he grinds his teeth in frustration.
"It looks like they're stopping," Shaw mentions as the driver pulls the sedan to a stop at the beginning of the block.
"How the hell did they figure out where I live?" The Driver shouts as he slams his palm against the top of the steering wheel.
"You live here?" Shaw flinches in surprise. He finally believes that criminal enterprises do net a wealthy amount of money.
"Not anymore," the driver grumbles in hatred.
"Jason, they do have all the other elders either arrested or killed. At least one of them is bound to talk."
"Those damn traitors," MacArthur puts the car in drive and pulls a quick U-turn. "We're ending this now!"
"Where're you going?" Shaw complains calmly. "We could eliminate all of them right here. Shoot them all in the back."
"No, I'm the one in charge," MacArthur argues angrily. "This is now personal. We're ambushing them back at their base."
"I can't get us in there," Shaw retorts quickly, trying to get his point across. "This isn't the LAPD, they've obviously changed the password."
"We don't need to get into their base," MacArthur replies almost sadistically as a plan forms in his mind.
April 27, 2005
Casey and Jesse group up at the front door of the mansion while Chuck and Sarah sneak around the back. Chuck and Sarah's communication earpieces chirp to life. "We're at the front door," Casey explains to them. "Are you in position?"
"Yes, we are," Sarah responds as they reach the backyard where there is a large luxurious pool and Jacuzzi connected by some glass cubes layered like bricks.
"Treat anyone as hostile and stay as silent as possible," Casey explains. "We're hoping to get him alone and unsuspecting."
"Roger," Chuck responds as he takes a fleeting glance at the large backyard while Sarah picks the lock to the sliding screen door.
Casey picks his way into the front door and Jesse rushes into the door with her silenced handgun raised in her right hand. After quickly making sure there are no enemies, she lifts her left hand holding a small electronic device with two small clamps connected by a wire each. She pries off the front of the security interface and pinches the two clamps onto wires inside the alarm box. She presses a few buttons on her electronic device and the alarm deactivates. "The alarm is down," she whispers into her comms.
The two teams quickly and carefully scour the entire residence for any sign of life, but come up empty. Chuck and Sarah join Casey and Jesse inside the master bedroom on the second floor. "He's not here," Sarah informs her teammates.
"I know," Casey grumbles.
"Can't we just wait here and ambush him?" Jesse suggests, trying to be helpful and positive.
"What if he doesn't come home for days?" Casey sighs in frustration. "Our intel wasn't solid enough. We should've known he was here."
"We couldn't get a single eye on him since we knew he was a Ring Elder," Chuck explains seriously. "We knew we were approaching blindly when we broke in."
"We'll regroup back at the Castle," Casey explains, "and figure out what to do next."
"Beckman's going to want to be updated," Sarah explains. "Maybe she'll put some agents to watch the house if he ever returns."
"Let's hope so," Casey responds dejectedly. Failed missions always cause him discomfort and anger because he hates when things don't go his way. He's given up too much to fail missions and feels like the reasons somehow fall on him personally.
April 27, 2005
Casey parks the spy van outside the Castle's cover building of a small office. He turns the key in the ignition and removes it. The morality of the spies is at an all-time low after failing the subsequent mission after losing a teammate and friend. The backdoor slides open and all the spies step out as Casey leaves the front door on the opposite side. As he shuts the door behind him, something feels different. It may be his intuition or that there is a new car he doesn't recognize, but he scans the area when he sees someone lug something over his shoulder from the darkness behind a parked vehicle between him and the Castle. "Get down!" Casey yells at the top of his lungs.
A cloud of smoke explodes from the man's shoulder and a missile whizzes towards him. As he dives for the pavement as far from the van as possible, the missiles strikes the van and lifts in five feet in the air as a plume of fire and shrapnel erupts into the air. He doesn't have an opportunity to see if his teammates even escaped the van. He crawls to a parked car across the divider to find some cover, but a bullet pierces the flesh of his left calf. His arms buckles and he falls onto his stomach, resorting to rolling behind the car as he hears a deafening shriek from one of his teammates.
October 26, 2002
"You only have one shot left," Chuck states confidently as his voice reverberates throughout the library. "You shot two times in the thriller section and two more in the romance section," he explains from his crouched position between two shelves of the comedy section.
"I only need one," he hears Bryce reply from his right.
Chuck stills his body as he readies his aim with the dart gun in front of him. Chuck listens quietly for any sound and hears footsteps that just end on his left side. He turns his aim towards the left just slightly. Chuck waits in silence as he tries to keep his breathing inaudible, but it is no use. He suddenly feels a light pressure against his back and turns curiously around to see Bryce aiming at him with an empty gun, the dart against Chuck's back. "Damn!" Chuck thrashes as he stands up to his full height. "I had you that time."
"You *thought* you had me," Bryce replies cockily as his smile widens.
"I'm gonna win one of these days," Chuck replies with mirth as he reaches behind him and awkwardly flails until he feels the dart and pulls it off him. "So how'd you know where I was?" He asks casually as he and Bryce walk around to collect their ammunition.
"You shouldn't have said anything," Bryce replies helpfully. "I had no idea where you were until you spoke."
"Damn," Chuck shakes his head. "I'll have to remember that for next time."
"Yea, sound can be a good way of locating something when you can't see it."
April 27, 2005
Chuck is enveloped in a cloud of smoke. Being the last one from the van, he was able to push both women to the ground and fall atop them. He knows that any injury of him falling on them wouldn't be as harsh as what Casey alerted them to, so he chose the lesser of two evils. But almost instantly, he found himself on the asphalt with no one beside him. His sight is limited to almost nothing as the breeze blankets the smoke over him. After hearing the horrific shriek, he knew who it was: Jesse. With his sight hampered by the thick smoke, he's limited to his sense of sound to locate Jesse. He follows her yelps to find her ten feet to his right and out in the open between the lanes of parking spaces.
His vision starts to clear as he escapes the dense black smoke and wraps his arms around Jesse's torso just under her chest as she sits with her back against the asphalt. Immediately, she grips his forearms and looks over her shoulder with a small cry of pain and bites down, knowing what is coming next. Chuck lifts her off her ass and drags her towards a parked car to find some shelter. What he doesn't know is that her right leg is torn up from shrapnel so with every inch she is dragged; pain shoots through her entire body.
Gunfire crackles around them as Chuck finds some seldom solace behind a parked car. Bullets continue to slice through the tense heat and striking against their cover and other cars. Chuck releases Jesse and turns to look at her face. "My leg," she whimpers as she looks down at her right leg. Chuck quickly kneels over her to inspect her wounds. Her right pant leg is in tatters and stained with dark wet crimson. There are a few pieces of shrapnel protruding from her leg, but nothing dangerously deep. "I'm fine," she explains to Chuck as he tears her pant leg up to her mid-thigh to see the extent of the injury. "Chuck," she nearly screams, "I'm fine!"
He finally looks up at her with anger and worry on his face. "Are you sure?" He asks worriedly.
"Yes," she responds with a slight smile through the tears that the pain caused. "Casey and Sarah need your help and I'm no use to you right now," she informs him as she hands him her handgun.
"Okay," Chuck sighs quickly. "Just hold on." Chuck presses his back to the front wheel of the car as he takes Jesse's handgun. He peeks around the hood of the car to see two distinct areas that flickers of light are originating from. He then locates Casey huddled behind a few cars ahead of Chuck and across the parking lot. Finally, he sees Sarah behind a parked car past the smoke and charred spy van. She looks to be unharmed as she cautiously returns fire.
None of the spies expected a firefight so all they had with them were their sidearms as all the larger weapons and ammunition were in the van. Chuck hears a slow to the gunfire and immediately yells to his attackers, "What do you want!?"
"All of you dead!" MacArthur responds from his shielded position. "You think you can stop the Ring?"
"We have so far!" Casey yells back. "And you're the last loose end!"
"You think the Ring will be dead without me?" MacArthur laughs hysterically. "We can never be stopped."
"So the Ring is like a chicken then?" Chuck responds seriously. "Cut off the head and they keep going."
"We're not chickens!" MacArthur bursts in anger at the insult.
"The chicken always dies sooner or later!" Sarah adds in from her position a couple cars behind Casey.
"The Ring will recover and be stronger than ever once I kill all of you!" MacArthur summarizes his plans.
"The Ring is dead!" Shaw announces over everyone.
"Shaw," Casey grinds his teeth in anger at hearing the defected spy's voice.
"What—" is all that escapes MacArthur's lips before a single gunshot cuts him down from Shaw's rifle.
"I really hated that prick," Shaw states to everyone. "Agent Walker!" When she doesn't respond, his voice boils with anger and revenge. "Come and face me, you murderer!"
Sarah slowly looks over the bullet-ridden car that she is using as cover. She peeks over to see Shaw standing behind an SUV so no one can see him but her. "We did what we had to!" She shouts back at him. She lowers herself and pulls the magazine from her Model 5906. Two bullets, she chastises as she squeezes her eyes in frustration and slams the magazine back in. She cannot outlast a gunfight with only two bullets. She only has one chance at beating Shaw and that tactic is through his personal hatred for her.
"You can cower behind your cover all you want," Shaw goads coldly as he sprays a few bullets at the car Sarah is behind.
"I'm coming out!" She shouts after the ringing of the gunfire dissipates.
"Don't do it!" Casey shouts, angry that he can't do anything to stop her as he is limited to a single leg.
Sarah ignores Casey's warnings as she cautiously lifts herself to a standing position with her hands up first. "Don't shoot," she pleads to Shaw. "I'm coming out."
"Good," Shaw smirks evilly as he keeps his rifle trained on her.
"I'm truly sorry, Shaw," Sarah solemnly explains as she walks out into the open and towards Shaw. "She attacked me."
"You have no right!" Shaw lets out an animalistic growl as he nostrils flares with anger because of her attempt to justify herself. "She gave everything to her country!" He yells, slipping from his cold and calculated demeanor.
"She chose the wrong side!" Sarah argues back as she gets within fifteen feet of Shaw. "I didn't want to kill her, but she left me no choice!"
"There's always a choice," Shaw despicably grumbles with pure dripping venom as he falls back into his calm icy behavior.
"Not when someone pulls a gun on you," Sarah responds gently, not wanting to push Shaw over the edge.
"We're ending this now!" Shaw decides as Sarah gets within ten feet of Shaw. "You killed my wife… and I deserve revenge."
"Then drop your gun and fight me like I fought your wife," Sarah states calmly. "Hand-to-hand."
"So you can stab me like you did my wife?" Shaw threatens with a jab of his assault rifle.
"Fine," Sarah sighs as she didn't think Shaw had the exact details of Evelyn's death but the Ring had some deep connections before they were defeated. Sarah bends forward and unstraps her belt of throwing knives around her right thigh. She drops the strap on the asphalt as she stands only a few feet in front of Shaw. Chuck's vision of Sarah instantly vanishes as she steps behind the SUV to meet Shaw head-to-head.
"Let's get this done," Sarah states calmly. "I dropped my knives. Drop the gun."
"I could kill you right now," Shaw weighs his options as he tries to toy with Sarah. "But I wouldn't get the satisfaction I want," he tosses his rifle to the ground and falls into a fighting stance.
Sarah chooses her own stance as she starts to move towards Shaw's left. Shaw quickly attacks with anger and vengeance on his mind. Sarah ducks the quick right jab and retaliates with a left hook to Shaw's right abdomen. Shaw doesn't even flinch as grips Sarah's vest just above her right chest and uses his brute strength to throw her against the SUV. As her back hits the hard metal backdoor lift, she grunts and regains her bearings only to see Shaw's eyes glaze over for the slightest second. She's seen that exact expression many times before as her heart sinks with the realization of what trouble she has gotten herself into.
Shaw immediately falls into a balanced Wing Chun fighting stance with his fists up in front of his chest. Sarah tries her hand at throwing a right hook towards Shaw's midsection but his stance puts him in prime position to use his left elbow to glance Sarah's fist past his body, leaving her open for the straightforward punch to her left eye. Her eyes instinctually squeeze shut as she lowers herself and tries to fire a punch to Shaw's face. He deflects it away and fires another straight into the middle of her stomach. As she tenses her body to withstand the blow, Shaw fires a quick three punches into the center of her face: left cheek, right eye, left eye.
Sarah finds her face throbbing with pain as Shaw gives her a moment to regain her bearings. Shaw cleanses his Wing Chun form and grabs the impaired Sarah by the straps of her vest, pulling her down as he lifts his knee to strike her in the abdomen; air leaving her lungs and refusing to return home. Using his new form, Special Combat Aggressive Reactionary System, he knows how one reacts to the wind being knocked out of them. Using the knowledge, he grabs the weakened right arm of Sarah and lifts it above her head and fires a tomahawking elbow just below her armpit into the side of her right ribcage.
Since she still hasn't been able to breathe, the pain is even more excruciating as her whole right side falls limp. With ease, Shaw is able to grab her by her vest and toss her past the SUV just as Chuck turns the corner with his pistol aimed forward only to be struck by Sarah's limp body knocking the gun from his hand as he catches her in his arms.
"Are you next then?" Shaw smirks cockily. "Where's Larkin? I want him next."
"He's dead," Chuck grumbles angrily.
"That's quite Pitiful," Shaw puffs through his chest. "Too bad I didn't get to do it myself."
Chuck looks at Sarah's bruised face as he lowers her down to the asphalt gently. "Fuck you, Shaw," he retorts as a precursor to his attack on Shaw. Unfortunately for Sarah, her breath isn't quite back enough for her to warn Chuck that Shaw has an Intersect in his head. As Chuck heads straight for Shaw, Shaw is able to land a high kick before Chuck could even attack. Chuck stumbles over but catches himself before he falls. Chuck quickly retaliates with a left jab towards Shaw, but he deflects it easily with his forearm. Chuck follows up with a right uppercut Shaw backs away from, allowing Shaw to strike with a left kick to Chuck's stomach.
All Sarah can do is watch with her slightly open right eye as Shaw performs a perfect taekwondo maneuver. "He has an Intersect," Sarah finally croaks as her lungs begin to take in air. "He has an Intersect," she repeats as she gurgles blood and saliva in her mouth, her voice still hoarse from being without breath for so long.
"What?" Chuck hollers in shock. "How?"
"I guess the Ring put more than just faith in me," Shaw responds confidently. "You can't win. I have the Intersect. I can defeat you in any form you'd like me to. So which will it be? Krav Maga? Muay Thai? You've already lost."
"If you knew anything about fighting, Krav Maga is a self-defense technique," Chuck explains venomously using a fact that Sarah had once taught him back when he was just a trainee and she was a trainer.
"Krav Maga it is," Shaw smirks as he rushes Chuck.
Chuck puts his hands up in defense as Shaw fires a right hook that Chuck ducks behind. Shaw uses Chuck's focus on dodging the hook to hammer down his left hand onto Chuck's right knee. Chuck's legs slips from under him and he tries to trip Shaw before falling to the ground, but Shaw easily jumps over it.
Sarah watches helplessly as her right arm is still tingling in pain and her left eye is swollen completely shut. She studies Shaw for any weaknesses, but his Krav Maga technique is a flawless; as perfect as a manual.
Chuck lifts himself back up and tests a right jab at Shaw's face, but Shaw catches Chuck's arm and lifts Chuck over his shoulders into a fireman's carry only to flip Chuck over his shoulders and pummel the nerd into the ground.
Sarah finds herself in excruciating pain as she watches the man she loves take such a harsh physical assault. She wants so badly to help him somehow but she is too battered and injured to fight back. As she watches Shaw, realization hits her about Shaw's weakness. Every style has been straight out of the manual without a single improvisation. "Chuck!" She shouts through the pain. "You can beat him."
"How?" Chuck hopefully queries as he slowly lifts himself to his feet, hurt by the physical torment he's endured.
"Face it, Walker," Shaw sadistically smiles at her. "I'm unstoppable. I'm going to kill this pathetic geek and then I'm going to carve you into pretty little pieces like you did my wife."
"Chuck," Sarah ignores Shaw, "you can beat him. His techniques, they are all textbook techniques. I can tell you what style he's using. You can win, Chuck."
"Don't get your hopes up," Shaw scoffs confidently. "I'll even let you know what my stance is. How about some Brazilian Jiu-jitsu?"
Chuck takes his own stance and throws a quick right jab that strikes Shaw in the chest. Shaw tries to use his new fighting style to grab and grip Chuck's arm but Chuck fires a left hook into Shaw's ribcage so Shaw cannot get a hold of Chuck. Shaw grumbles angrily for taking two hits without successfully using his technique.
"Kenpo," Sarah states simply when Shaw changes his form. "And it's nerd."
Chuck knows that the form is based on quick strikes and to watch out for some nasty combinations. He also knows that it is based on combinations and Shaw is going to expect each hit to lead to another. He is also aware that every form has a weakness and Kenpo's weakness is an enemy who is too close to even punch. Chuck steps into Shaw and locks his arms around Shaw's. Using the close proximity and the absence of arms for either of them, Chuck headbutts Shaw in the cheek and wraps his right leg around Shaw's left leg. Chuck flips them forward so Shaw falls onto his back with the weight of both men coursing through.
Shaw flips Chuck off him and both men are a little slow to get up after taking some punishment. Shaw lets out a frustrated howl as he searches the Intersect for a rarer form that most people would never know. Unfortunately for Shaw, Sarah is a master in martial arts techniques and knows just about every one of them. Shaw finds himself a new stance from a technique he has never heard of before.
"Kajukenbo," Sarah replies easily, a grin growing on her face. "Watch out for the joints and don't let him get a hold of your arms," Sarah answers the unasked question on Chuck's lips.
Chuck quickly analyzes what Sarah just told him and fuses it into his own technique. Someone who goes for cheap shots and broken limbs needs to get traction and grip, but it also takes time to get a strong grip on someone. The fighting style can be used to goad opponents into leaving an opening to a grapple of their limbs.
Almost instantly, Shaw goes for a kick towards Chuck's left kneecap, but Chuck lifts his leg to block it with his shin and pushes Shaw against the SUV. He then hits Shaw with three hooks to his midsection. Shaw finally catches Chuck's left arm and tries to twist it abnormally, but Chuck hammers Shaw with a continuous stream of right punches into Shaw's face until Shaw falls limp towards the ground. Chuck continues to pound Shaw into the ground, anger for hurting his team at the end of each strike, until Sarah finally catches Chuck's attention.
"Chuck!" Sarah shouts for the third time. "That's enough."
Chuck looks down at Shaw's bloodied and beaten face and then the blood on his fist and finally steps back in shock at how much of a monster he had to become to defeat Shaw. "I'm… I'm sorry," he mutters as he turns to Sarah for any sign that she still loves him; that he's not a monster.
Chuck stands there in traumatized paralysis as a black Suburban pulls up in the parking lot followed by an ambulance. Four men in suits step out with MP-5 submachine guns in their hands to secure the area.
April 28, 2005
"Well?" Chuck throws his hands up in anxious worry as the soles of his shoes burn skid marks into the hospital floor with his furious pacing back and forth. "Are my friends going to be okay?"
The agent standing in front of Chuck stands up tall in his black suit. "Shaw will make a full recovery and will be—"
"I don't care about Shaw!" Chuck nearly shouts in frustration. "What about Agent Walker, Casey, Willows? Are they alright?"
"Agent Walker has a fractured cheek bone and a fractured rib," the agent answers calmly. "Major Casey took a bullet to his left calf. And Agent Willows suffered multiple lacerations to her right leg."
"So are they going to be alright?" Chuck asks with wide tired eyes at annoyingly getting the runaround.
"They should all make full recoveries," the agent finally gives Chuck the answer he was seeking from the beginning.
"Finally!" Chuck hollers with a huff. "Was that so hard to say at the beginning? Can I see them now?"
"Agent Willows and Major Casey are just finishing up surgery. Agent Walker is in Room 432."
Chuck hurries to her room so quickly that he nearly slips onto his ass as he flies into her room, catching himself on the doorknob.
"Geez, Chuck!" Sarah quickly hollers as she slides her left foot into her pant leg. "You're going to be the first person to actually get hurt at a hospital."
"Are you alright?" Chuck quickly rambles in excitement and relief to see the love of his life alright as she is lurched over with her hands around her pants. "I can help you get your pants on."
"Pants off?" Chuck squeaks out after getting an answer of silence.
"I'm fine," Sarah responds as she finally looks up at Chuck as she slides her pants up to her waist and he gets an unobstructed view of her face.
"Fine? Fine?" He repeats in shock at seeing the bandage around her left cheek and her black and blue eyes. "You call that fine?"
"Chuck," Sarah assures calmly.
"And your stomach?" Chuck glances at the bandages around her lower torso and just under her bra.
"Chuck," Sarah smiles under the bandage on her cheek. "It's sweet you worry about me, but I'm fine. It's just a couple broken bones."
"Just a couple broken bones?" Chuck demands a truthful answer.
"You should see the other guy," she winks at Chuck, but pain shoots through her face. "Ow, maybe I shouldn't try winking quite yet. But I can still kiss," she leans in and presses a soft kiss on Chuck's lips. "Thank you for saving me; for saving us."
"You're still not fine," Chuck unhappily answers, knowing she is trying to change the subject. "But I'll let it pass for now. I'm just glad you're still okay," he smiles lovingly at her.
"And I'm okay because of you," she smiles jubilantly.
"I really couldn't have done it without you," he responds with a matching smile. "You're a true martial arts master. Very ninja-esque," he bows with his palms together over his chest.
"Thanks," she grabs her shirt and lets out a small cry of pain. "You think you can help?"
"Oh! Of course," Chuck quickly responds as he slides her shirt over her raised arms.
"How're Casey and Jesse?" Sarah asks curiously.
"They both took leg injuries but should be okay," Chuck responds honestly. "Jesse is going to get more stitches."
"I feel bad for her," Sarah somberly lowers her head as she purses her lips in sadness.
"I know," Chuck gently hugs Sarah. "But we're going to be here for her and she's going to recover and be stronger than before."
April 28, 2005
"Well it wasn't pretty," Chuck explains to Beckman inside the Castle. "But we did get it done." Sarah is standing beside him inside the large government base. Casey and Jesse are still at the hospital resting after their surgeries.
"Yes, we have Shaw in custody," Beckman relays the details of the mission debriefing back to the two spies, "although he'll never look normal again. And MacArthur is confirmed dead."
"Shot in the back by Shaw," Chuck hastily adds to the narrative.
"Yes," Beckman nods to confirm the events. "And Major Casey and Agent Willows are going to make full recoveries."
"Yea," Chuck happily responds. "They're just resting at the hospital after surgery."
"Well that closes the book on the Ring," Beckman states as she literally closes the large three-ring binder in front of her on her desk. "You all are getting a month of vacation."
"See," Chuck smiles goofily at Sarah, "we didn't even have to ask."
"That's because it's going to take me a whole month just to finish the paperwork you've all accrued," Beckman informs them with an expression that shows she is not amused by any of it. "Thank you for your dedication to this country," she simply states before ending the feed.
"We get a whole month all to ourselves," Chuck rubs his hands together deviously while Sarah grins at his childishly bubbly expression.
March 4, 2005
"So this guy knew karate?" Morgan lets out a stereotypical Japanese 'whaaaa!' as he stands up from his chair and lifts his arms up and his hands extended like blades.
"He knew just about everything," Chuck laughs at Morgan's antics around the dinner table of the Bartowski/Woodcomb household. Ellie, Devon, Casey, Sarah, and Jesse are sitting around the table and enjoying their vacation time, except for maybe Casey who doesn't enjoy anything but catching bad guys, Ronald Reagan, and the Military Channel.
"Even Kendo?" Morgan asks as he wraps his left hand around his right fist and swings his arms around as if he is slicing through the air with an invisible sword.
"We didn't have swords," Chuck responds with a roll of his eyes.
"Ninjitsu?"
"We're not ninjas," Chuck shakes his head in disbelief how persistent Morgan can be when he's excited. "But Sarah knew all of them and helped me beat him."
"That's so cool," Morgan responds as he flips his hands around trying to mimic some fighting moves. He nearly karate chops Jesse in the face with his left hand by complete accident as he excitement bubbles over. "Oh," he awkwardly puts his hands down. "Sorry," he ashamedly looks down at his feet.
"It's okay," Jesse laughs at the cute comical antics of Chuck's childhood friend. "I could defend myself if I need to."
"Morgan's a bit of a foreign martial arts film buff," Chuck supplies to the rest of the table.
"But they're so awesome!" Morgan argues passionately. "You don't even need to read the subtitles to know enjoy the movies."
"Okay, okay," Ellie laments gently. "You can enjoy foreign martial arts films."
"So guys, when's this wedding now?" Sarah asks Ellie, sensing the brunette's plead to change the subject.
"Yea, I feel like you've been planning it forever," Chuck jokes as he drawls the last word of his opinionated sentence.
"Well if you didn't die on us," Ellie pushes Chuck in a playful manner that growing up together has fostered into a unique relationship. "Then stop a criminal organization. Then run away. Then stop another criminal organization."
"What can I say?" Chuck shrugs innocently. "We're busy spies."
"Sure you are," Ellie shakes her head with rolling eyes.
"But the wedding is actually going to be in July," Devon happily informs everyone, getting back to the original question.
"We're having it on the beach just like I always imagined," Ellie expresses with pure elated joy, the previous conversation completely forgotten.
"It's going to be awesome," Devon adds excitedly.
"That's great," Sarah smiles at the fiancées. "I'm actually looking forward to being a bridesmaid," Sarah admits with a shy smile. Chuck glances over at Sarah and they share a moment of pure adoration.
"I don't think it's the last wedding in our lives," Ellie muses cunningly with a wink to the others around the table, eliciting a little giggle from Jesse and a big smile from Morgan.
"I hate this wheelchair," Casey disgruntledly grumbles to himself, being stuck at the far end of the table while his leg heals.
March 4, 2005
Sarah smiles at Chuck as she sits on the bed cross-legged in just some pink panties and one of his shirts that has a collage of images making up a cube with a face on it and the quote 'My Logic Is Undeniable' across it. The bruising around her eyes is just about gone except for some slight yellowing. She no longer has the bandage over her cheek as there is just a small scar from the stitches to repair her broken cheek bone. "Hi," she shyly greets him as he enters his room that Ellie hasn't touched since the last time he stayed there.
"Hi back," he responds jovially as he leans onto the bed and gives her a kiss on the lips.
"I actually missed Ellie's home cooking," Sarah admits as she gently rubs her stomach, still tender from her injuries.
"Are you kidding me?" Chuck expounds as he sets his iPod up to the iPod dock. "Growing up with her cooking has ruined me for every restaurant."
"Does that mean I shouldn't even try cooking for you?" Sarah jokes as she looks over her left shoulder as Chuck starts some music.
"No," Chuck responds mirthfully as the soft alternative tunes of The Postal Service fill the room. Chuck happily joins her on the bed. "How're you feeling?"
"I'm fine," she assures as she lies back on the bed with her head on the pillow. "Did you see something going on between Jesse and Morgan?" Sarah flippantly queries.
"You know how dense I can be," Chuck replies as he joins her on the bed. "Why? Was there something going on?"
"Maybe," Sarah's lips curl in hopefulness.
"Well, no one is immune to the power of the nerd," Chuck winks at Sarah before lying down beside her.
"Wow," Sarah laughs until pain hits her in the abdomen. "Ow… please don't make me laugh."
"Sorry," Chuck smiles happily at her as they both lay on the bed with their heads on their pillows.
"Will you be my cuddle buddy?" Sarah pleads adorably like a cat that just spilled her milk bowl on the tiles.
"Of course," Chuck happily joins her on the bed and pulls her close to him, being careful of her tender abdomen. She fits against him like the perfect puzzle piece as his left arm circles her waist. Her left leg slides past him and hooks his right leg gently and her right cheek nestled gently on his upper chest. "I love you, Sarah," he whispers over the music.
"I love you too," she responds with a fervent kiss on his lips as her left hand slides under his shirt and sensually glides over his abdomen.
He smiles as he is only too happy to respond to her invitation with his right hand sliding into the waistband of her panties and between her legs.
"Chuck," she pants throatily as pleasure heats between her legs as he slips a finger inside her. Her eyes close as she dulls all her unneeded senses so her sense of feel is exponentially more sensitive. As his fingers play her like a violin, her abdomen habitually contracts and pain flares from her torso. "Ow," she whimpers as her eyes shoot wide open.
"What's wrong?" Chuck quickly retracts his offending hand and worriedly stares into her eyes, sincerely demanding an answer.
"My stomach," Sarah replies in frustration. "It's still tender," she lifts her shirt up to reveal the yellowish bruises that look like rotting bananas.
"I'm sorry," Chuck lightly glides his hand over her abdomen, his hand gentler than a mother taking care of her newborn child. His expression exudes sympathy and sorrow. "Maybe we should hold off on sex for a few more days."
"I hate not being able to have sex," Sarah grumbles desperately into his neck.
April 12, 2005
Sarah is standing on the finely cut grass lawn with her arm interlaced with Chuck's. They are both wearing black formal jackets on the cool morning. "He was a good friend," Chuck mentions softly as Sarah hugs him closer to try to make him feel better.
Chuck looks down to see the tombstone with Bryce Larkin's name on it. It summarizes his entire being in just a few sentences about how he was a great spy, teammate, and most importantly a great friend. "I'm sorry, Chuck," Sarah whispers sadly as she hugs him tightly.
"Thank you," Chuck responds as he wraps his arms around her. As they embrace, Chuck takes a glance back at the tall brooding man. "You didn't have to be here Casey," Chuck mentions in a friendly manner.
"I'm paying my respects to a fellow soldier," Casey responds gruffly with almost no emotion.
"Well thank you," Chuck states sincerely.
Casey just nods as he stands tall and salutes the tombstone.
"Did you want to see Graham's grave?" Chuck softly asks Sarah.
She steps back and gives Chuck a thin smile. "I'd like that," she responds as she steps out of his embrace.
"Take your time," Chuck suggests nicely. "I'll meet you when you're done."
"Okay," Sarah nods as she walks away to find Graham's grave and to pay her respects to the man who was like a father throughout her CIA training.
"So how're you doing?" Chuck asks Casey after having not seen the big man in approximately a month.
"I'm fine," Casey simply responds, not being one to make small talk.
"Any new missions in the book?" Chuck asks curiously.
April 12, 2005
"Feeling better?" Chuck asks Sarah after waiting a few minutes for Sarah to finish her conversation with the fallen CIA Director. Chuck stood back to give Sarah the privacy she deserved and needed. He wipes the lone tear off her cheek and pulls her into a hug once she rejoined him.
"Yes, thank you," she mumbles into his shoulder as she openly embraces Chuck's advance. "Did Casey leave?"
"Yea," Chuck responds honestly. "He said something about having a traitor in the Witness Protection to capture. Oh, and it's now Colonel John Casey."
"Well, congratulations to him," Sarah smiles up at Chuck. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yes," Chuck wraps his left arm around her right arm. They both share a long gaze of love and adoration with each other until they both lean in for a sweet soft kiss charged with eternal love.
Thank you for reading this story to its end. This last chapter was a bit of a doozy, but hopefully was well worth reading over ten thousand words. Reviews are always nice to read and are the only recognition us writers get. So, please, if you have any words you'd like to say toss them into a review and let me know what your thoughts are. Thank you and I hope you enjoyed the last installment of Clash Of the Intersects.