A/N: Thanks to everyone for the comments and feedback, the response has been more than I expected. Please keep the feedback coming.

Also, special thanks to Steelejay for his help on the beta, editing and some great idea's.

Here's Chapter 4, as the adventure continues.

I don't own Chuck

Chapter 4

Gulfstream V taxing from LAX – April 20, 2009 – 7:30 pm

As the doctor was about to inject the asset with a prolonged sedative, his wrist was grabbed and bent back. As he cried out in pain, the guard closest to the asset turned to look and was welcomed with a forearm to the face knocking him unconscious, Chuck had leaped up in full fighting form. As the first guard fell, Chuck launched himself towards the remaining 2 guards. With a combination of punches and kicks he quickly left them both unconscious with several broken bones between them. Grabbing a tranq gun from one the unconscious guards, he saw the one remaining person kn the cabin, a in an apparent state of shock. Seeing the shock, Chuck could only assume despite being in the NSA, she had never seen anyone move so quickly and with such precision.

"Where are we and who are you?"Chuck asked still adjusting to his surroundings. The nurse with her arms raised, began to explain the situation as she understood it.

"I'm Melissa, I am an NSA nurse, I am part of an extraction team. We were told to pick you up, and keep you sedated until we arrived at the facility in Arizona."

Even though the guards were all unconscious, Chuck tranqed them along with the doctor to be safe, then he had Melissa treat their injuries. Being an NSA jet, there was a weapons locker complete with zip ties and weapons. He got out the zip ties, cuffing the unconscious guards and doctor, as well as Melissa who at this point was sitting in one of the recliners.

Chuck made his way to the cabin, tranqing the co-pilot as the door opened, and pressing the tranq gun right against the pilots back.

"Set off any warnings or alerts and I will kill you. Turn off the plane transponder and drop us to 10,000 feet."

The pilot did as he was told. Chuck pulled the unconscious co-pilot out of his seat and laid him down in the aisle, then sat down in his place. Once he ascertained their location, he then instructed the pilot to change headings to an airfield in Barstow.

The pilot looked Chuck up and down and wasn't all that impressed, thinking he didn't look anything like any agent he had dealt with before. He knew they were picking up an asset, and thought he could handle the lanky guy himself, despite the fact he had already taken out 3 NSA agents and the co-pilot.

"You don't think you'll get away with this do you?" The pilot asked arrogantly.

Chuck simply smirked,"I don't care about getting away with anything, just keep quiet and fly the plane."

The pilot feeling a little emboldened, said, "You need me. Without me who is going to land the plane?"

Chuck laughed and then flashed as he studied the instruments in front of him.,

In less than a few short seconds he knew how to fly the plane like a seasoned pro. He glared at the pilot and said, "I will". Then he tranqed the pilot.

While the plane was on autopilot, Chuck moved the pilot and co-pilot out of the cockpit and into the cabin, zip tying their hand and legs like the others.

Melissa who was still awake and tied to the chair she was sitting in, watched in awe.

'What are you going to do with us?' she asked.

'Nothing I won't hurt you, but I will tranq you when I leave.'

"Why are you doing this?" She was curious what Chuck's plan was. He wasn't like other 'assets' she had treated or transported, most of whom were not good people. Despite watching him take out the agents with no trouble, he seemed like a nice guy. She also couldn't get over the fact that he was wearing what he thought looked like a Nerd Herd uniform.

Chuck thought for a minute and decided he was done with all this lying. He wasn't going to be able to go back to his old life and most likely would be on the run for the rest of his new life, so he made a choice that he was not going to keep up with all the decption.

"We are going to Barstow. A rogue group of intelligence agents have captured my father and are probably going to kill him, so I am going to go stop them, get my dad out, and then probably be on the run for the rest of my life. "

He hesitated before continuing.

"I try to be a good guy, do the right thing. I was sort of thrown into the intelligence world almost 2 years ago. I agreed to help, although they didn't give me much of choice. I worked with the CIA and NSA, an agent from each agency for almost 2 years. We were a team, a damn good one. I thought of them as my friends."

Another hesitation as he reflected, pools in the back of his eyes, on who he thought were his friends, one of whom he thought might be the love of his life, but in the end turned out to be nothing more than his handlers.

"Turns out they didn't feel the same. They led me into a trap and tranqed me so I wouldn't fight being sent to a bunker against my will. For all the help and good I have tried to do with them, they were going to send me to bunker, never to see my friends or family ever again. I was probably only going to get out in a wooden box, when they were done with me and killed me.

General Beckman already put out a termination order on me 8 months ago, but that was rescinded when there back up plan failed.

For almost 2 years I have done everything they asked, for that they almost killed me and were going to send me basically to prison. I committed no crime, these are illegal orders, but for the 'greater good'. They've proven I can't trust them, so I am taking matters into my own hands."

Melissa sat their stunned. She hadn't expected him to answer, but what she heard, while she didn't want to believe it, she found that she did.

"So Agent", Chuck stopped her,

"I'm not an agent you can call me Chuck."

"Ok Chuck. So when we land in Barstow what happens?"

"I'll tranq you and leave you all on the plane in Barstow, I will use the weapons in the plane and go get my father. If things work out, you'll never see me again, if not you might have to id my body. You'll be safe on the plane, and someone will find you in the morning."

Chuck got up to head back to the cockpit, it would be time to land the plane soon. As he got up, Melissa spoke "Chuck, I'm sorry what you have been put through, it's not right, and not why I joined the NSA. Good Luck, I hope you can get your dad out safely."

Chuck smiled.

"Thank you, Melissa, I'm sorry you had to watch me take out the agents. Good luck to you as well."

With that Chuck went back to the cockpit for the descent into Barstow. The Barstow municipal airport was small local airport, it had some hangars, but no tower, making it easy to come in and out of for pilots. When the plane was on the ground, he taxied to the far end of the field and parked the plane. He came back into the cabin, opening the panel with the weapons, again lucky that the NSA plane was well stocked. Chuck pulled out a sig sauer p229 and several clips, grabbed another one of the tranq guns from the guards and took 2 clips with 15 tranq darts in each. He also took an MP7 with a suppressor as well as 4 extra clips. A couple of flash bangs and some C4, just in case. Thanks to the intersect updates his dad had provided he was now proficient in all these weapons and knew how best to use the C4 if needed. He pulled out a tactical vest, and saw a duffel bag on one of the seats that actually turned out to be his go bag from Castle. He pulled out a black Henley shirt and started to gear up.

He walked over to Melissa who had been watching the entire time. "Now we say goodbye Melissa, I am going to tranq you so you will have a nice nap. I will cut your zip ties after you're out, so when you wake up you can help the others. You should be out 8-10 hours. Good luck and take care of yourself."

Melissa looked at Chuck and said, "Be careful Chuck and Good luck."

Chuck shot a tranq dart into her leg and she was out in a few seconds. He used his tactical knife to cut her zip ties and tried to make her more comfortable in the chair. With that he loaded up some more weapons in his duffel and was off, next stop Black Rock