Don't own Chuck
Just outside of Monte Carlo the dark car with thugs pulled off the road and let the van proceed then they followed until they came to an intersection where another road went up the hill. On the other side was a cliff. They took the road up the hill then doubled back and parked at the intersection. One of the men got out then walked back down the road towards Monte Carlo then hid out of sight and the trap was set.
"Okay everyone knows what we're going to do. When Larry calls and tells us the car's coming we T-bone them then push them off the cliff. No fuss, no muss just down and dirty. We won't even get our hands dirty."
"Then when the police investigate it will look like an accident. There won't be anyone walking away from that. But maybe we should put few men down father just in case they get past us... you know as backup."
"Why? I thought you liked my plan. I don't see the need and secondly the sun's going to be high soon and the temperatures are going to go up. If you want to go take a couple of guys and sit in the sun go for it. However, for me I'd prefer to stay right where I am comfortable with my air conditioning."
"Yeah pipe down Joe. Who wants to go out and stand in the sun? If you want to get a heat stroke you go for it but neither Willy or me want to go outside for no good reason. If you want to go you can go on your own."
"Since when did this become a democracy," said Joe. "You guys in the back don't get a vote. You do as you're told and follow orders or... well you won't like the 'or'."
"Yeah, yeah I hear your mouth but the big Chiefs are in the van and in this car it's just us little Indians so do I need to give you directions where you can go or would you prefer that I tell you what you service you can do to yourself along with the horse you rode in on."
"Pipe down in the back," said the driver as he looked in the rear view mirror. "You guys leave Joe and his horse alone or Brigitte Bardot will have you for animal cruelty." Everyone started laughing except Joe.
"Well if none of you want to come with me, I'll do this on my own. Pop the trunk," he said as he got out. He walked to the back grabbed a bottle of water and an AK-47 then walked down the road in the opposite direction.
"We'll see who has the last laugh here," said Joe as he mumbled to himself kicking rocks down the road. He walked a little way down the road until he found some shade than set up his nest.
"Laugh at me will they bunch of idiots... Indians... got it all planned out do they," said Joe as he took a big gulp of water. "The best laid plans of mice and men and all that hogwash," he mumbled to himself as he looked up.
"Well, time to get to work," he said. The sun wasn't high yet and it was already starting to get warm. He set up some rocks to make himself a comfortable a place to wait and by rolling the rocks over with their earthen side up made for a cool chair.
"Yes, now we can wait," said Joe as he sat down with his weapon by his side. He didn't have to wait long before things happening but they didn't go exactly as he had planned.
[Back in the car]
"You know Joe wasn't wrong about wanting to have a backup plan," said Willy from the back. "If he goes back and says we blew him off after the suggesting it, even if everything goes as planned, we could get into trouble."
"What are you suggesting," said the driver as he looked at Willy in the rear view. "Are you suggesting that we make sure he doesn't make it back?"
"I don't know I'm just saying we need to make sure he doesn't open his mouth and blab about what happened. He complains too much."
"That's for sure and even if he promised to keep his trap shut... well if he complained to the wrong person then that would be that. Maybe you're right. He might not make it back."
"I didn't say that. Joe's got his faults but he's a good guy at heart as good as a bloodthirsty hired killer can be. But he's one of us and that's got to count something."
"You're right is should but think about it. He shoots off his mouth to the wrong person they go back and tell the bosses. They get mad at us for not planning this whole thing through well then they decide we need to be taught a lesson. We could be the ones driving up a road like this and getting T-boned. Would you like to end up at the bottom of a cliff for Joe?
"No, I wouldn't. So what do we do?" said Willy.
"You just leave that to me and let's get this part over with first. It would be a shame though that in the accident one of the people in the car got one shot off and it hit Joe."
"Yes it would be a tragedy," said the other man in the back as Willy nodded. But he couldn't help but think that what was about to happen to Joe was his fault. However, his guilty feeling didn't last long.
"Yeah but it's better him than us. Can you turn up the AC it's getting a little hot back here," said Willy as he took a drink from a bottle then passed it to his partner in the back. They all laughed as they waited.
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Sarah and Casey were following the blip on the screen oblivious to what lay in waiting for them. However, as they were driving Casey caught a flashing light in his rear view. At first he ignored it but the light was insistent until he could make out it was coming from a motorcycle behind him. He knew it could only be one person and he was right it was Chuck.
"Crap, he just won't stay put will he," said Casey as he looked up in the mirror. Sarah turned around to see who he was talking about.
"John, it's Chuck. He's flashing for us to pull over. I think we ought to at this point," said Sarah. But instead Casey sped up, he had no intention of pulling over. "John, slow down. What are you doing? It's Chuck"
"No way sister, I know it's Chuck but he'll just screw this up. You think he'll let you do what we both know needs to be done? I don't think so and don't whimper out on me now. What ever happened to Langston Graham's enforcer?"
"You said you didn't like me when I was like that. You called me a wild card... Unpredictable was what you called me."
"I know but for this once maybe we need that girl. Oh no you don't," said Casey as he cut Chuck off trying to pass him on the driver's side. "You're not getting around me."
"John stop it. What's wrong with you? You're going to hurt him and I can't let you. I love him and you know you care about him even if you won't admit it."
"And that's why we can't bring him with us. I'm not going to hurt him I promise I'll find some nice soft spot on the side of the road with a soft patch of grass them run him off. He might get a little dinged up and maybe get his pride wounded but we'll be free to do what we've got to do without giving us that look that says do you have to. No for this we need our hands free and you know I'm right."
"I don't know why I'm agreeing to this but I get to pick the spot," said Sarah but before Casey could grunt his disapproval he saw a muzzle flash in his rear view then a bullet whizzed past them.
"Geez has he gone crazy? He's shooting at us and with a real gun. I should be proud that he finally put on his big boy pants and put away the cap pistol but what the heck."
"John, maybe we should pullover something isn't right. Chuck's trying to warn us about something and he wasn't shooting at us..."
"You bet he wasn't because he knows he'd be in a world of hurt if he was," said Casey as he cut Chuck off again. "Okay you want to pass come on now."
"John, what are you doing? Stop, he's yelling something about something up ahead," said Sarah but as she was talking Casey cut back over forcing Chuck off the road. "John, he was warning us about something." Just then they saw the car come out of nowhere are them.
"Look out ambush," yelled Sarah. But it was too late to avoid the oncoming car.
[Not Far Down The Road...]
Joe waited to see how things were going to turn out with his friends' plan. He was at the ready when he heard squealing tires and the sound of metal on metal followed by a loud crash and explosion. Shaking his head, he though his wait had been in vain and maybe he should've stayed in the car.
"Crap, all this waiting for what nothing. I'm not going to be able to live this down anytime soon," Joe said to himself when out of nowhere a motorcyclist shot past him at full throttle.
"Geez where'd he come from," said Joe as he jumped back. But the cyclist came to a screeching halt and swung the bike around in the middle of the road. The man on the bike faced Joe revving the engine staring him down.
"What's your problem buddy? Listen I don't have time for any crap and as you can see I'm armed," said Joe as if the guy on the bike could hear him over the noise of his engine.
"Okay I warned you," said Joe. He started to bring up his weapon when Chuck released the clutch lever. The bike leaped forward racing head on towards Joe with Chuck on it.
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[Shortly Before Everything Went Down]
"Oh crap," said Chuck as he saw from the sat images that the car had dropped back and they were setting a trap for Casey and Sarah. His only thoughts were, he had to head them off before it was too late so went through every gear pushing both bike and driver to their limits. The bike whined it's way along mountain paths as he took every short cut to reduce the distance between him and them but not with a few incidents along the way.
"Out of my way," yelled Chuck as a man driving a herd of sheep crossed the road in front of him. At first he thought he'd be eating mutton soon but at the last minute he was able to make it around them. But not without the shepherd yelling insults and throwing stones as well as anything else he could grab a hold of.
"Sorry," yelled Chuck but he pressed onwards without slowing down. He couldn't slow down if he was going to get to them in time. Then up ahead he saw then down on a parallel road below.
"Oh momma here goes nothing," he said as he leaped from the embankment above down on the road behind them. He fought to keep the bike on the road and off the cliff's edge. As he swerved back and forth trying to get it under control a dump truck came around a curve with gravel in its bed.
"Can't I ever catch a break," he said as the truck driver honked his air horn as he barreled down at him. At the last minute he pulled it out and got back over to his side as the truck blew past him. He saw the driver put his hand out the window Chuck didn't have to look to know which finger the driver put out.
"Okay now I just got to get their attention," he said as he started flashing his lights but Casey showed no signs of slowing down.
"Come on Casey don't be an idiot. Sarah tell him to pull over before it's too late," said Chuck as he looked down at his wrist at the sat feed. That was when he saw the look out.
"I've got to get around them," he said but Casey cut him off. "Crap Casey stay on your side of the road. What the heck is the matter with you? What are you doing?" He tried again and Casey did the same.
"I've got no choice. Here goes nothing," said Chuck he pulled the weapon he got off the sniper and flashed. One shot and he took the phone out of the lookout's hand removing a few fingers in the process.
"Sorry, use some superglue and run to the E.R.," yelled Chuck as he blew past the man. He hoped that after that John would come to his senses. But it just made Casey drive even more erratic. Chuck tried to pass again but this time on the passenger side. He could see Sarah looking at him this was his chance. He tried to signal and yell for them to pull over but when it seemed she was finally understanding what he was saying Casey cut over abruptly. This time he forced him to blaze a trail by the roadside.
"Fine be that way," said Chuck. He'd run out of time and now he knew it was up to him. He took his bike off road and cut across the top of the rise as Casey and Sarah went around the bend where the assassins were waiting.
"Evel Knievel eat your heart out," said Chuck as he leaped down off the knoll on the assassins' car as they were pulling out to ram Casey.
He accomplished what he set out to do. He startled the driver then he put two round through the windshield as he dropped down on them then jumped off. The driver let go of the steering wheel and the car went sideways in the road. Casey had just enough room to get around them clipping their car as he blew by sending them into a spin that caused them to go over the cliff.
"Now one more bad guy to go," said Chuck as he took over the lead which brought him face to face with Joe. Joe was a problem because from where he was Joe could fire a short burst and it would be over for Casey and Sarah. That was something Chuck couldn't allow which brought him to a showdown with Joe.
"Crap," said Joe broke out in a sweat. He tried to bring his weapon up but Chuck was on him too quickly. Chuck was a blur as he covered the distance between them in the blink of an eye. Joe didn't have time to react. One moment he was up the next he was flying. Joe got knock backwards looking over as Casey and Sarah drove by.
"No," he said as he realized what was going on. He tried to fire with one hand but Chuck was off the bike and on him. Chuck kicked the weapon out of his hand. The last thing Joe remembered was seeing the blue sky above and feeling himself hit the ground making a loud thud then everything went black.
Chuck jumped back on the bike and turned it around speeding off to catch up with Casey and Sarah. He was pissed at Casey. John's pigheadedness had not only almost cost him his own life but also Sarah's and that was something he could not forgive.
"There you are," said Chuck but it wasn't Chuck Bartowski who caught up with them. No this was Charles Carmichael and there was hell to pay. Chuck opened the throttle up and started to drive past John but this time before Casey could do anything Chuck pulled out the piece he took of the sniper and emptied the clip into the hood. The car sputtered and hissed as steam rolled out from under the hood. Then it knocked and screamed as it slowed down to a stop before giving up the ghost. The car was dead.
"I'm going to kill him when I get my hands on him," said Casey as he banged his fists against the steering. He looked up to see Chuck disappear around a bend. "I swear this time I'm going to kill him."
"Well you've got no one to blame but yourself," said Sarah as they got out of the car. "If you hadn't been so pigheaded you would've pulled off like he wanted and none of this would've happened. You do realize that I hope."
"That doesn't change anything," grunted Casey. He knew she was right but he wasn't going to admit it not in this lifetime at least and maybe not in the next.
"John, if we're alive for you to get pissed at Chuck it's because he saved us from that trap back there or have you already forgotten. That was the reason he wanted us to pull over so he could warn us but you wouldn't so this was just payback and you need to face that."
"You're taking this awfully calmly," said Casey. "We need to get transportation and we need to get it quickly." But there was nothing coming in either direction.
"We needed to ditch the car anyway. They knew the car we were in that was why they were able to set a trap for us. They knew we were following them and they knew what our ride looked like so instead of getting mad about what happened we should get serious about finding another means of transportation. You should get on the horn with the General and see what she can provide us with. Then just maybe next time when Chuck signals for you to pull over you will and we can avoid standing around in the middle of nowhere."
"If that bunch doesn't kill him I will. Just I'm going to enjoy it more," said Casey as he pulled out his phone. John looked at his phone.
"Yeah, yeah just make the call and get it over with. I don't know why I listened to you. Chuck's going to be mad at me and rightfully so but worse is going in without backup," said Sarah as she looked at the blip heading for Nice. "John make the call and make it now."
"I am just hold your horses," he said. He was dreaded making the call but it had to be done. ""General, I know I'm late with my reports but there have been some developments that have kept me busy. ... yes the target has the device and the GPS signal is coming in strong. The reason I'm calling is I... we need transportation from my current location to continue pursuit. ... I would normally concur with letting things take their natural course but they took two hostages," said Casey as he looked at Sarah she crossed her arms and started tapping her foot.
"Do you want me to tell her why we need transportation," said Sarah. "Because I will if you don't want to. Tell her we need something now."
"Yes that's Agent Carmichael Sarah you heard. ... No Chuck isn't here that's the reason we need transportation. Chuck is on a motorbike and he went off after the target to try to free the hostages. That's why we need transportation," said Casey. He had to hold his phone away from his head and let the General vent.
"Oh give me that thing," said Sarah. She grabbed his phone from him. "We need transportation because we almost drove into an ambush but Chuck bailed us out. The end result is our car is out of commission and Chuck is without backup. Thank you ma'am we'll be waiting here," said Sarah as she hung up.
"I could've said that," said Casey as he took his phone back then put it in his pocket. "So what's up with our transportation out of here? And what's gotten you all fired up?"
"She's sending a helicopter to pick us up and no you couldn't have said it. I don't know why I covered for you with the General. You wouldn't have done it for Chuck and you're not going to touch him. Do you understand me because if you do you'll answer to me and that old Sarah... the one you said you didn't like... well she'll be back and let me warn you now you won't like it."
"Geez what's gotten into you?"
"I just realized where our target is headed."
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The van proceeded on towards Nice as the day broke in all its glory on the world. Now they were out in the light of day as they continued on to the handoff with their buyer; however, somewhere between night and day they'd crossed an invisible line of no return. Neither Don Rodrigo or Papa Zorro seemed to realize it but now there was no turning back.
"Sirs we're entering the city limits," said the driver as they passed a sign 'Nice Bienvenue'. "Where would you like me to drive you to?"
"We need to go to the drop site. Take us to the hotel Hotel Negresco, 37 Promenade Des Anglais. We're to meet our contact in the Le Relais a bar in the restaurant."