A/N: You'd think that someone who didn't own Chuck would hesitate before adding so many OC's. But maybe … that's what I want you to think.

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"Rachel Bernstein."

"Hi."

"Who is this?"

"Right."

"The voice is familiar. Like someone I used to know."

"Uh huh."

"Wait...wait...wait...I got it. You're Mrs. Shields, my third grade teacher. How you doing, Mrs. Shields?"

"Rachel..."

"No...no, that's not right. I got it...don't tell me...There was a guy I used to know in high school. He transitioned to become a woman about four years ago...I think...it was on Facebook...Is that you, Frank?"

"Are you done?"

"Maybe. Let's see...How about the ghost of my Aunt Sadie? Wait, can ghosts use the phone? And how'd she get my number? Jeez, I don't even know..."

"Ok, you can just keep going. I'll wait."

"Then I'm done."

"Good. So, when can we have dinner?"

"What? In person? For real? I don't speak to you for five years and that's the first...?"

"Six years."

"My mistake. You were always smarter than me."

"I know."

"So, dinner, huh? You in town for long?"

"DC. Gonna come up to see you. There's someone I want you to meet."

"What the hell? Are you serious? There's a someone?"

"There's a someone."

"Holy shit. Holy shit. This is no way to break news to someone. Haven't you ever heard of 'the cat's on the roof?' I want to hear all about it...him...you two."

"That's what dinner is for."

"Is he in the same line of work?"

"He's a computer guy"

"Oh, boy. Ok. This is gonna be good. Tomorrow night?"

"Great."

"I'll text you where and when. Same number?"

"Yup."

"Cool. Hey, Sar."

"Yeah?"

"Missed you."

"You too."

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Chuck and Sarah got off the Amtrak Acela Express train at New York's Penn Station and made their way up the escalator to Seventh Avenue.

"Should we get a cab?" asked Chuck, looking at the long line of taxis in front of the station.

"Naw. We've got time. And anyway, this is New York. People walk everywhere. It's not like Los Angeles where you drive to the end of the driveway," she teased him.

"Oh, ok, I guess. Is it far?"

"The restaurant is near Lincoln Center, and we are on the west side already. Thirty-fourth Street to Sixty-fourth is thirty blocks. Twenty blocks to the mile, so it's about a mile and a half."

"Oh. That's not bad," he said.

"Nope, and you'll get to see New York as we walk."

"Cool," he said, giving her a smile. He loved the way the cold brought a blush to her cheeks. He slung his backpack over a shoulder and they began to head north, holding hands. They had packed for an overnight stay. When Sarah had learned that the location of the restaurant was near Lincoln Center, she made them a reservation in the Empire Hotel, right across the street from the massive performing arts center.

The air was cold, and night had fallen early, but the streets were well lit with not only streetlights but with dozens of signs up and down Seventh Avenue. Crowds of commuters were heading into the train station they had just left, and Chuck and Sarah were walking against the flow of pedestrian traffic. Heading north, they crossed 34th Street. Sarah pointed to their right and sort of up and said, "Empire State Building." Chuck looked up the block and up in the sky at the iconic building.

"Wow. Now that is one handsome building. I told you that Doc Savage used to have his headquarters there, right?"

"Yes, Sweetie," she said, smiling, still not too sure who that was.

They continued to head north. After a few blocks they entered the vast sea of neon that was Times Square. It was crowded with people bustling here and there, and as bright as day with high wattage signage on all sides and climbing up the buildings. Broadway theaters with the current crop of plays and musicals were on the side streets to the left of them. Sarah bore left through the Square (which was actually a triangle, for some reason Chuck didn't understand) and they switched from Seventh Avenue to Broadway as those streets crossed. As they left the tumult of Times Square as they continued to head north, the crowds thinned.

It wasn't too much further on that they came to Columbus Circle with the tall spotlit statue of Christopher Columbus on a pedestal in the center. To the left was the Time-Warner Center. To the right was the southwest corner of Central Park which Sarah pointed out to Chuck.

Just a few blocks further on they came to Lincoln Center, the multibuilding entertainment complex on the left side of Columbus Avenue (where it crossed Broadway). With some time to kill, they walked up the few steps to the plaza in the center of the main buildings and stopped at the fountain in the middle. Sarah pointed out the building where they performed ballet and the building for the philharmonic, but it was the opera house in the center with its gigantic Chagall murals that Chuck appreciated the most.

Sarah squeezed his hand and looked at her watch. They crossed in front of the Empire Hotel directly across from the Center and made their way to the restaurant for dinner with Sarah's friend Rachel. They could check-in to the hotel after dinner.

They left their jackets and bag in the coat room and were escorted to the table. They were only a few minutes early, but Rachel had not arrived yet. Her text to Sarah had indicated that she'd be bringing her own boyfriend.

Sarah ordered a Cosmopolitan. Chuck thought that sounded good, so he ordered the same.

They didn't have to wait too long when a small pretty woman with curly dark hair came to the table with a big man with brown hair and a pleasant expression. Both were about Chuck and Sarah's age and wore conservative business suits. The woman also wore an impudent grin.

"Look at you," she said to Sarah. "All happy and shit. You look great. Fuck, you're glowing you're so happy. I think I hate you."

Sarah got up and gave her a long hug. She whispered, "I missed you."

"You too," Rachel whispered back.

The women pulled back and Rachel said, "Sarah Walker, meet Brian Murphy. Brian, this is Sarah."

As they shook hands, Sarah said, "Good to meet you, Brian. This is Chuck Bartowski."

Chuck, who had stood up from the table, said "Pleased to meet you, Brian, Rachel."

Everyone sat. The waiter brought Chuck and Sarah their cocktails. Rachel said to Brian, "Now don't go teasing Chuck for having a pink drink, Bri. You just met him and that wouldn't be polite."

Chuck said, laughing, "Do your damnedest, Brian. I'm pretty secure in my masculinity."

Brian smiled and said, with a discreet glance at Sarah, "Somehow I think that's right." He turned to the waiter, and said, pointing to the Cosmos, "I'll have the same, please."

Nodding to the waiter, Rachel said, "Sounds good."

Sarah said, "So, talk to me. What you up to?"

"What could I possibly be up to? I'm a fourth year corporate associate at a big law firm. I'm working my ass off. All kinds of M&A deals going on. Left early tonight to have dinner with you guys, so I'll be in at the crack of dawn tomorrow. It is what it is, though."

"What's M&A?" asked Chuck.

"Mergers and acquisitions. Taking two companies and schmooshing them together to make one bigger one. At my level I get to do a lot of the due diligence. Reading about the company to be acquired or working with the acquiring company's lawyers on their due diligence. Whatever. Reading contracts and stuff. It's not as exciting as you see lawyers doing on TV, but I'm learning a ton. And the folks I'm working for are brilliant."

"How about you, Brian?" asked Sarah.

"Rachel and I met at work a couple of years ago. I'm in the government relations department at the firm. A lot of government contracts and stuff like that. Not as exciting as what Rachel does, I'm afraid. What I do never makes the papers." He turned to Chuck and said, "Rachel told me you are a computer guy, Chuck. Anything interesting?"

"I'm the supervisor of the Nerd Herd desk at the Buy More in Burbank," said Chuck with a smile.

"Ah, so you'd be the magician I would take my laptop to when it conks out on me, huh? I have no idea how you guys manage that shit. All I can do is turn it on and hope for the best. Thank goodness for the IT guys at work."

"Well, I couldn't read a government contract, so I guess we're even. And I enjoy the tech stuff. It's like solving a puzzle for me," Chuck said.

"That's great. I always tell the computer guys at the firm not to complain when the computers get fucked up, cause that's employment."

Chuck laughed, "That's a good way to think of it."

The waiter came with the other two Cosmos for Rachel and Brian. Sarah picked up her drink and said, "To old friends and new friends." The others echoed her...until Rachel noticed something as Sarah used her left hand to lift her glass.

Rachel's eyes went wide and she made a choking sound. "Uuurrrppp." Once Sarah had taken a sip of her drink and put the glass down, Rachel reached out slowly and took Sarah's left hand. Looking at the ring for a few moments, she slowly raised her eyes and looked at Sarah, who smiled happily and nodded yes, then Rachel turned and looked at Chuck, who also gave her a happy smile.

"Holy fucking shit," she said in a breathy whisper, still looking dumbstruck.

"Told you I wanted you to meet someone," said Sarah with a smile.

Rachel got up from her chair and hugged Sarah fiercely, tears of happiness in her eyes. "Oh my God," she said. Moving to Chuck she said, "I don't care that I just met you. Fuck it, you're getting a hug too." And she hugged him.

Sitting back down she said, "Well, when you come bringing news you don't mess around do you?"

"Nope. So, bridesmaid, good news, huh?" Sarah had a huge smile.

Rachel stopped when Sarah said 'bridesmaid' and reached for her hand. Giving it a squeeze, she nodded and said, "Yeah, Sarah, good news. I can't wait." Her eyes were still glistening with her happy tears.

Brian said, "Good luck, Sarah. Congratulations, Chuck."

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The boiler maintenance van arrived at the gate at Fort Meade at about 8pm. The lateness of the hour was peculiar, but the men were expected and were on the access list, so the guard just proceeded as normal.

He walked over to the driver's door. A gigantic black man with a shaved head was driving. "Hey, there," said the guard. "Can I see your ID, please?" There were four men in the van. "I need it for all of you, please."

"No problem, Sir." The man sounded like a bass drum that had acquired a voice. They passed the ID out to the guard who looked at them and checked them off on his list.

"Terrific. Thank you. Afraid we're going to have to search you and the van, guys."

The driver said, "No problem, Sir. We expected that." He got out and stood up to his full height. The guard looked at him with amazement. This might very well have been the biggest man he'd ever seen in person. 'Jeez,' he thought, 'this guy is the size of a building.'

The searches were quick and easy. The four maintenance men, all wearing coveralls with the name of the maintenance company on the back, were polite and cooperative, and the van just held their tools. The men asked for and received directions to the huge black NSA building, Fort Meade being vast enough that they could easily get lost, especially at night.

"Thank you, fellas. Hope you don't have to work too late tonight," said the guard as they were pulling away.

"Naw, man. This is overtime," said the giant black man with an engaging grin.

The guard walked back to his booth, thinking 'nice guy.'

The truck arrived at the loading dock in the rear of the NSA headquarters and was met by one of the night maintenance crew. He indicated where they should park and the driver backed the van into the space.

"Evening, guys," the maintenance man said.

"Evening, Sir. Guess you'll show us to the HVAC room?" said the driver.

"Yeah. I sort of wonder what you guys are doing here, to tell the truth. I know the order was put in for the emergency inspection, but why it had to be done tonight I have no idea."

"Don't look at me, friend. Nobody tells us anything. We just know that we need to be here on time and do our jobs. Anything beyond that is above my pay grade."

"I hear ya, dude. Anyway, come along this way. It's not too far." He led them into the basement of the building, down a set of stairs and along a gray industrial looking corridor. Opening a heavy door, he gestured for them to enter the huge room packed with machinery. The men put down their toolboxes.

"Thanks, Sir. You can leave us. We'll let you know when we're done."

The NSA maintenance man said, "Naw, sorry. Security regs. I gotta stay and watch you fellas. Sorry."

The huge black man shrugged and said, with a grin, "No problem. I understand"

One of the HVAC inspectors punched a code into a locker on the side of the room, opened it and took out an electric stun gun. Without much in the way of preliminaries, he jammed it into the back of the NSA maintenance man and stunned him into unconsciousness. The huge driver caught the man as he fell and lowered him to the ground. Without any conversation, from one of the toolboxes one of the men took zip ties and duct tape, neither one of which would be unusual for the jobs they had been aping, and bound and gagged the man.

One of the other men went to the locker and took out UZI submachine guns with stubby silencers. He handed the weapons to his team. Upon taking his weapon each man automatically checked it for operation as a matter of habit.

Once armed, the leader, the big man, led them out of the HVAC room and up the stairs. They moved like professional soldiers, covering each other with their weapons in case they were confronted. The man in the rear of the group spent more than half the time looking behind them.

They went down several corridors, the leader seeming to know exactly where he was going, and up another set of stairs. At the top of the flight of stairs the door was locked. The leader stepped aside shined a flashlight onto the keypad next to the door. One of the other men stepped forward, slinging his weapon over his shoulder, and attached to the keypad an electronic device he had taken from a satchel at his side. After a few moments the door popped open. The leader gave him a pat on the shoulder and moved through the open door his weapon at the ready.

Under the beams of their flashlights, the first room they came to looked like an electronics shop, with workbenches cluttered with screwdrivers and soldering irons and other tools of the trade for the creation of intricate devices. In one corner, right where they had been told to find it, was a safe.

One of the other men approached the safe and examined it carefully. After a few moments he looked at the leader and nodded. He whispered, "Bang, though."

"Do the best you can," said the leader quietly.

The first man looked to the one who had opened the door and said, "Alarm," pointing to the safe.

That man nodded and moved to the back of the safe to disable the alarm.

The man nodded. He took a piece of plastic explosive from the satchel at his waist. He molded the clay-like material into a hot dog shape and placed it along an edge of the metal box. When it was set he inserted a detonator into the plastic and extended the wire out from the safe until it reached the door to the room, where he attached it to a device to trigger the detonator.

Moving back into the room, he said, in a whisper, "Help me, guys." Together they moved a large desk up to the safe and pushed it against the explosive. Without the desk there, the force of the explosive would simply blow away from the safe and do hardly any damage to the underlying metal. They wanted the explosive power to move inwards into the safe.

In a moment, they were ready. All four men stepped outside the room and the man who had been handling the explosives pressed the button. There was a bang from the room, but it was not as loud as they had feared. It sounded like a door slamming.

They moved into the room and opened the safe. Right on top was the Cipher that they had been hired to steal. The leader smiled to himself. There was nothing like good intelligence to make an operation a cakewalk.

He took the Cipher and put it into the pocket of his coveralls. Then he looked back into the safe for the second item he had come for, the Intersect Data Drive. Rummaging through the safe, he realized the chip was not there. He growled in frustration. 'Cakewalk, my ass,' he thought, chastising himself. It served him right for even thinking that.

At that moment the lights in the room went on and a smallish man in a white coat said, from the doorway, "Hey, what are you guys doing here?"

The leader made a gesture with his hand. The men aimed their weapons at the bewildered man in the doorway and one of them said, "Back up." The four men, all aiming their UZI's, left the electronics room through the door the man had come through. Hands raised and looking very scared, he backed up.

In the rooms past the door were a dozen or so people working, many hunched over computers, but several in a conference room holding a nighttime meeting. They looked up startled when the armed men came through the corridors. Without any resistance, the men gathered the assembly of white coated scientists and technicians into a single large room. The room was filled with an enormous machine, but had enough open floorspace so that all of the hostages could be crowded into the room and kept at gunpoint.

The leader of the armed men said, "Who is in charge here?"

Neither he nor any of his men had noticed the sign on the door cautioning against bringing metal into the room.

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The second bottle of wine was almost finished and the laughs had been pretty much non-stop. Sarah had been right, Rachel was hilarious.

"And the only thing I could think of to say was, 'but it was full when I picked it up,'" said Rachel.

Sarah and Chuck cracked up. Brian said, "That's not the only time she did that. There was the time she..."

"Brian, that one's embarrassing," cautioned Rachel. "If you tell that one, I'll tell them about the time with your mother."

"Ooopp," said Brian. "My lips are sealed."

The waiter came and they ordered dessert. At Brian's gentle prodding, Chuck joined him and Rachel for a single malt scotch after dinner. He knew he was going to be feeling the liquor, but everyone was having a good time and he didn't have to work later that night.

Rachel said, "So, when's the wedding?"

"I have no idea. I just got engaged a few days ago. And it's going to be a double wedding, with Chuck's sister and her fiancé. So, we'll be figuring it out together."

"Well, that's convenient for your parents, Chuck," said Rachel.

"My folks aren't around anymore actually," said Chuck.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," said Rachel. "I didn't know."

"Of course, you didn't," said Chuck with a smile. "It's fine. No worries. There'll be enough folks there, though. Particularly Ellie and Devon...that's my sister and her fiancé, they're both doctors at the same hospital. You can be sure everybody they work with will be there."

"Well, that will help when I hurt myself dancing," said Rachel. "Who are the other bridesmaids, Sarah?"

"Well, Karen, of course. You remember her..."

"Of course. Tell her I say hi. And how's her brother?"

"Great. They have two kids now," said Sarah.

The desserts and after dinner drinks arrived.

"Who else for your bridesmaids?"

"Some friends from work," said Sarah.

"Oh," said Rachel, and asked no further questions.

It occurred to Chuck that Rachel knew what Sarah did for a living. And that Brian either had been told or had merely been told not to ask about her line of work. The absence of any questions in that regard was telling.

"Oh, now that's going to be a fun group to party with," said Rachel with a grin, taking a sip of her scotch and making an appreciative noise.

"There's one in particular you are going to love. You two will get along really, really well," said Sarah.

Chuck rolled his eyes, certain of who Sarah was referring to. Rachel laughed.

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When no one answered, the enormous black man repeated his question. "I said, who's in charge here?" His voice sounded like it came from the bottom of a deep well.

The people bunched together seemed to glance at one man in the group, but he was folded in on himself, looking at his shoes, and showed no indication that he was going to volunteer. Without a second glance at the others, an attractive brunette woman with an air of authority stepped forward from the balance of the team. "Yes?" She walked up to huge man and looked at him calmly. She stood a little inside his personal space, and he unconsciously took a step backward to look at her more clearly.

He looked down at her from his considerable height. "And who are you?"

"Dr. Bartowski. Who are you?"

"They call me Mr. Colt. So, Dr. Bartowski, I've taken the Cipher. Now I need you to tell me where I can find the Intersect Data Drive."

"Really?" She cocked an eyebrow in query, as if somehow doubting the veracity of the statement.

"Really, Dr. Bartowski. Tell me, do you find me imposing? Go ahead, be honest. I was going for imposing." He seemed pleased with himself, or maybe just amused at his own sense of humor.

He was a little irked to see that Dr. Bartowski did not appear to be in any way intimidated by him or his men with their guns. She looked up at him levelly for a long period, contemplating him silently. The amused expression disappeared from his face. Gradually, Colt felt something he hadn't felt in many, many years...fear. He saw in her eyes something that scared him and was shocked at that, but there was no denying it. Dr. Bartowski finally shook her head, almost sadly. "No, Mr. Colt. To be honest I think you're an idiot."

Casually, Ellie reached out to her side and pushed a button on the console to turn on the MRI machine. With a twist of a dial she cranked the magnet up to full power.

"What did you do?" asked Colt, alarmed.

Dr. Bartowski just continued to look at him without expression.

At first, nothing happened as the current began to flow through the coils of the machine, but while the armed men stood confused, the magnetic field in the room increased by the second. This particular machine was used for research as part of the Intersect project and the magnets produced up to an incredible 600,000 gauss (compared to the earth's magnetic field of half a gauss).

Colt looked at the machine as it began to hum. The first thing to happen as the field increased came as a surprise to Colt and his men. One of the armed men had been wearing glasses and they flew off his face and whipped into the mouth of the MRI machine. "Fuck," the man exclaimed.

Suddenly realizing what was happening, Mr. Colt demanded, "TURN IT OFF." Ellie looked at him evenly and didn't move a muscle, as if he was just a curious specimen and no threat to her whatsoever. He began to raise his UZI towards her one-handed, but, as the magnetic field in the room increased, he realized he could not point it in her direction.

His men began to curse as the field strength increased and they grappled with their weapons. One man leaned back in an effort to use his weight against the magnetic pull on the submachine gun. His feet began to slide on the floor as he was pulled to the MRI machine, the satchel at his side sticking straight out from his shoulder. Colt's men were all cursing and wrestling with their weapons and gear. It was useless, however, and the guns, one by one, were pulled from their hands. Their equipment bags went next.

Like the others, Colt found that his gun was also being pulled entirely out of his hand. Colt grabbed at his with his other hand and struggled with all of his considerable strength, but ultimately it was no use. He was the last to lose it, but shortly his weapon also flew across the room. Colt's UZI, like the others, went into the mouth of the MRI machine as if it was a hungry monster devouring a snack.

"DAMMIT," he bellowed.

Colt reached out for the button he had seen her press, but that was when his left hand, wearing a large steel watch, tugged him away from the control panel. To his shock and surprise he was being pulled by his watch across the room. he realized that all his men were being pulled towards the machine by the varying bits of metal they wore or carried. Cursing, Colt struggled to remove his watch, but the pull had tightened the clasp on the bracelet and he found it impossible to move.

One of his men was pulled headfirst into the machine and hit his head on the lip of the MRI opening. He went limp, but stayed pinned to the machine rather than collapsing to the ground. Shortly, all of the now unarmed men were pinned to the machine, struggling and shouting and cursing.

Ellie watched Colt and his men lose the battle with the machine's magnetism without expression. She shook herself free of the sight, though. Turning, she looked at her people, themselves seemingly frozen in place with the spectacle, and yelled, "RUN!"

The Intersect scientists ran from the room. On her way out, Ellie pulled the fire alarm.

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Chuck was contemplating a second round of scotch when his cell phone buzzed. He looked at its face to see who was calling, he caught Sarah's eye for a moment and said to Rachel and Brian, "Excuse me. I'm afraid I have to take this." He got up and left the table, heading outside to the sidewalk to have the call in private and not to disturb the other patrons.

Rachel started a story from her time at Harvard with Sarah. She hadn't gotten to the punchline when Chuck came back to the table, looking serious.

"Rachel, Brian I'm sorry. Sarah, we have to go," he said without preamble. He motioned the waiter for the check. "That was... the boss. Something has happened and they want us back now."

Sarah, conscious that Chuck had deliberately been circumspect with his description of what the "something" was, said, "Ok, but it's not going to be easy to get back tonight. We can't drive or fly ourselves with all the booze we've had and the last train and last shuttle flight have gone already."

"I know. He's having a helicopter meet us at a heliport downtown and fly us there. Said it's about a ninety minute flight."

Brian said, "If you want to save time, have the chopper meet you at the heliport on the Hudson at 30th Street. The one downtown is on the east side. It'll save you a bunch of time getting there. Crosstown alone will be a pain in the ass."

"Thanks, Brian," said Chuck as he began to compose a text on his phone.

They paid the check, Rachel buying dinner, declaring that they were visitors to the City and therefore her guests.

Shortly they were on the street looking for a cab. Rachel and Brian insisted on accompanying them to the heliport.

The drive down the West Side Highway was uneventful and relatively quick, and the aircraft was waiting for them at the heliport with its rotors slowly turning by the time they arrived.

Brian shook hands with Chuck and wished him a good flight, but Rachel gave him a big hug. Brian gave Sarah quick hug and told her that it had been nice to meet her.

Rachel and Sarah hugged as well. Rachel said, "Not six more years, huh?"

"Wedding," said Sarah with a smile.

"Bachelorette party first, honey," said Rachel with a grin.

"Deal," said Sarah.

She and Chuck ran to the waiting helicopter, bending low to avoid the rotors. Sarah gave them a wave from the moving aircraft as it took off into the night sky.

Rachel and Brian pulled their coats around them more tightly as the cold February wind blew down the Hudson River and they watched the lights of the helicopter disappear towards the Statue of Liberty lower down the harbor.

"You know, I don't think he really works at the Buy More," said Brian. Rachel laughed and gave him a light slap on his arm.

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A/N2: A guy goes on vacation and leaves his cat with his friend to take care of while he's away. He calls home and says, "Hey. How's my cat?" His friend replies, "Your cat is dead." "What? That's no way to break news to someone. You break news slowly. I call you first day and you tell me the cat's on the roof. I call the second day and you tell me the cat fell off the roof and is in intensive care. I call the third day and you tell me the cat's dead. You don't do it all at once." "Oh, ok, sorry" said the friend. The guy on vacation says, "Fine. Put my mom on the phone." Pause. "Your mom's on the roof."

A/N3: I've mentioned before the granddaddy of many of today's heroes, Doc Savage. His headquarters for fighting evil was on the 86th floor of an unnamed NYC skyscraper. Given that there was only one building of that height in New York City at the time, the choices were limited.

A/N4: The Intersect Data Drive is the chip that Von Hayes is supposed to decrypt for Fulcrum in Chuck vs the Break-up.

A/N5: A normal MRI machine uses magnets generating a magnetic field of a strength up to 30,000 gauss. Special research MRI's can use a magnetic field up to twenty times stronger than that. I used just such a super powerful MRI because...well, it's more fun. The idea that such a super powerful magnetic field could do the things I described is perfectly feasible and not at all sci-fi. There are hundreds of stories of accidents occurring when metal is brought near a normal MRI machine, much less the kind of super-duper one I gave to the Intersect project. Here's where I left realism behind, though. In real life, the control panel is kept in another room from the machine, to isolate both it and the operator from the active magnetic field. So, sue me.

A/N6: I thought Ellie facing down Mr. Colt was fun. Let me know if you agree. Or if you don't agree. Or if you just want to see more of Rachel and Brian. Stay safe and wear a mask, my friends.