The Vigilante

Of Burbank

Part 2

Disclaimer: This features a crossover with a movie that came out last year called 'El Chicano'. Set a month before Team Chuck returns to action. Albeit, the 'El Chicano' here is the one that was running around before someone else took his place some years later.

Summary: While chasing down a thief, Chuck has a surprising encounter with another vigilante.

I have GOT to get a better means of transportation than running. Huffed Chuck in his head as he chased down a purse snatcher somewhere near East Olive Avenue.

But at least he was mostly used to wearing the tactical gear he'd taken from Castle sometime ago now. He slowed to a stop however when his purse snatcher flipped over and ended up on the ground. What the?

Quickly, Chuck got to the man and came to a sudden stop when another figure appeared. "I told you I'd find your ass, Raul." Declared the figure as he pointed a gun at him.

"Whoa! Hey! Put that thing away!" Chuck told the masked figure.

"Whoever you are, get outta here, alright? This is East LA business."

"Sorry, buddy, but you're in the Burbank area, which means its MY business now." Chuck told the man firmly.

Grumbling to himself in irritation, the other masked figure asked him who he was. "I'm Vigi-Bank."

"Vigi-Bank? That… That's a stupid ass name, man!"

"No, its not!"

"Trust me, it is! And I've been around the block a few times and I know stupid when I see and or hear it!" Argued back the man.

Making for Chuck to feel rather insulted! "It is NOT a stupid name! It combines the fact I'm a vigilante in Burbank!"

"It kinda is a stupid name." Moaned the downed purse snatcher, drawing their attention to him.

"SHUT UP!" Both yelled.

Chuck turned his attention back to the other vigilante. "And who are you anyway!?"

"I'm 'El Chicano', ese!" Declared the man.

"He's why I came to Burbank, man! He's the f**kin' Grim Reaper of Latinos, man!" Helpfully informed the purse snatcher.

"SHUT UP!" Both yelled again.

"This asshole was purse snatchin' in my area and he got away. I couldn't let that stand." El Chicano declared and aimed his gun at Mr. Snatcher's knee.

Only to miss his shot and for it to end up in a wall. "That is NOT how to handle things!" Argued Chuck.

"It is for me, Mr. Dumb Name!"

"It isn't tonight! We make sure he can't leave so that the cops can get him. And for the last time, my code name isn't dumb!"

El Chicano scoffed. "Ese, he'll be back out on the streets before you know it. At least my way will ensure he'll never try that s**t again."

"You two arguing will ensure I won't do it again." Muttered the purse snatcher unhappily.

If only so that he'll have some peace and quiet! He got told to shut up again by the two vigilantes much to his dislike. Chuck and El Chicano argued some more and the purse snatcher used that to his advantage, unfortunately, he ended up shot in the back of his leg. "DUDE!"

"Hey! I didn't shoot him somewhere fatal, my man. Think of that as a favor from one vigilante with plenty of experience to another who doesn't. Especially one with a dumbass name." Chuck glared at the other man despite the fact he couldn't see it thanks to his face gear.

"Let's… Let's just get him to a hospital."

"If that's what you wanna do, that's on you. But me? I'm thinkin' Pancakes."

"I'll pay if you help me get him to a hospital." Tried Chuck in a hopeful manner.

And it seemed El Chicano was actually thinking about that for a moment before sighing. "I must be gettin' old if I'm really gonna do this..." Sighed the man and once the purse snatcher was taken care of, the two vigilantes began to argue with one another on who should unmask first before going to get Pancakes.

Author's Notes: Well, that was kinda fun!