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"I don't believe her," Sarah shook her head as she looked at Casey, "General Beckman is hiding something, John."
"She's disappointed in her failure. To lose a top agent like that to the enemy is shameful."
"He was discharged dishonorably, why?"
"I already tried accessing the files," Casey huffed, "they're under heavy lock and key. The CIA doesn't want anyone to know why Agent Jones was cut loose from the agency."
"But you know who might know?" Sarah said gravely.
"Bartowski," the NSA agent grumbled.
"Casey, we've got to do something," Walker pleaded, "Agent Seeley Jones took out six of our agents, who knows what he's doing to do to Chuck."
"Although I didn't find lots of information on Jones, I did get some intel on his former team," Casey down in front of his computer, "there were five of them, highly trained, highly dangerous associates."
"You think they're still connected to Jones?"
"He was their team leader for years, their loyalties lie with him. I won't be shocked to know that they probably still are."
"Where can we find one of his teammates?"
"Looks like one of them lives nearby," Casey scrolled some more and clicked on a profile, "Josh Martin. He lives in South County."
"Then let's go have a little talk with him," Sarah's jaw clenched and she cocked her gun. Casey smiled excitedly and followed suit. He packed his gun belt, threw on his bulletproof best, stocked himself up with various knives and weaponry.
Sarah was already at the door, "I'm going to grab some supplies. Get the car ready, we leave in fifteen minutes-"
The loud ringing of gunfire blared through the courtyard. Bullets tore through the walls of Casey's house. Windows shattered. Plaster flew through the air. Casey went diving to the ground. He looked at Walker in alarm as she was pinned against the back of the door.
"WALKER, LOOK OUT!" he shouted, but she was trapped. Gunfire rained down at all sides. The thick slab of wood was the only thing protecting her from sure death, but that wouldn't hold for long.
John went crawling across the floor. Glass punctured his skin as the bullets zipped above him. He saw Walker trying to maneuver her way to the ground, but her sleeve was caught in the doorway. When the gunfire started, Sarah was just about to exit. The door closed on the fabric of her jacket, she was caught.
"WALKER!" Casey pulled out on of his pocket knives. She turned her head and Casey slid the knife across the wood floor. She stopped it with her boot. Sarah reached down and unsheathed the blade, cutting away at the caught fabric.
When Sarah was free she fell to the floor by Casey. The NSA agent threw himself on her, protecting her from the debris of the house from the gunfire.
After a few minutes, the gunfire ceased. Casey slowly lifted himself up from the floor and Walker followed.
"We need to get out of here," Casey breathed heavily, "someone will be coming to make sure we're dead."
"You've got any ammo?" Sarah panted.
"Always."
"Let's go, I'm right behind you."
Casey nodded and darted off the ground. He went sprinting out the door, grabbing whatever weaponry he could. Sarah went to the kitchen.
"Walker, what are you doing?! Let's go!"
She emerged with a cup of water and splashed it on Casey's electrical system. Sparks flew from the machine and all of the remaining monitors went black, "Now they can't snoop around."
"That'll only delay them, they have tech like you'll never believe," Casey grumbled, "now, move it! Let's go!"
Sarah jumped out of one of the shattered window frames of Casey's damaged home. He looked around and saw that everything he owned was destroyed. John's fists clenched with anger.
"I hear footsteps," Sarah warned, "Casey, come on!"
He tore his gaze away and followed Sarah out the window.
"Are you ready, Mr. Bartowski?"
Chuck felt the black bag lift from his head. He panted heavily, eyes filled with fear. After Seeley Jones pressed the knife against his throat, Chuck nearly blacked out. That was what he was taught to do if he was tortured; Sarah gave him that lesson when he was kidnapped with her and Cole.
Chuck pretended to black out. He went limp, evened out his breathing, and kept his eyes closed. The knife tip still lingered by his neck, but Chuck continued with his act.
"Chuck?" he felt Seeley push his shoulder. He didn't move.
"Boys, get in here!" Jones shouted. The sound of boots shuffled into the padded cell. Sounds like three or four guys. Could they be the same ones that took me?
"What happened, boss?" one person asked.
"He passed out," Seeley sounded like he was trying to stifle a laugh. Okay, so I'm not the manliest government asset out there, Chuck thought, sue me.
"Should we begin the extraction?"
"I should think so," Jones smiled, "bag him, take him to the room. I'll be there with the doctor soon."
Extraction? The "room"? Doctor?
Chuck hated doctors.
Now, he was in a strange room that looked oddly like the ones used for interrogations at a police station. There was one aluminium table and chair, handcuffs, a camera in the corner, and a glass panel in front of him. He couldn't see beyond, but the people behind it could see him. Chuck saw himself in the mirror, he looked haggard.
Yet, there was one difference with this room. There was a large projection screen to his left.
Keep it up, Chuck. Casey and Sarah are on their way.
"Good morning, Mr. Bartowski," Jones loomed into view, "you took a nice nap there, huh?"
Chuck wasn't laughing, "What do you want from me, Jones? I told you already, the Intersect isn't coming out of my head, it can't."
"I beg to differ, Chuck," Seeley raised a brow, "in fact, I'd like you to meet some of our medical staff. He'll tell you all about the procedure."
"P-procedure?" Chuck stammered.
"Dr. Heinrich."
A man in a pale white coat entered the room. He had grey hair and sharp features. His eyes looked black, and his lips were stretched into an evil frown.
"Is this the patient?"
"Patient?!" Chuck stuttered.
"Yes, it is," Seeley motioned to Chuck, "Please, Dr., have a look."
Dr. Heinrich approached Bartowski. He grabbed his chin, stared him deep in the eyes with his black pupils. He examined his scalp, his ears, his eyes - everything.
"No, no, no need to approach!" Chuck tried to back away, but he was cuffed to the table, "I assure you, I'm just an ordinary person. I work as a technical assistant at a Buy More, nothing notable at all-"
"A fine specimen," the doctor concluded, "get him ready for the procedure. I will be back."
Dr. Heinrich exited the room, ready to scrub up for his surgery. Chuck felt sweat bead down his forehead. He felt lightheaded, like he was about to be sick. A procedure? He didn't sign up for that. He had to get out of here, pronto.
"What's the matter, Chuck? You look a little pale."
"Please," his voice was hoarse, "don't do this."
"I wish I could, but orders are orders. You're one heavy payday for me, Bartowski. My guys will be here in a minute."
Seeley started to walk out the door. That meant the procedure was going to start soon.
"No, please! Don't leave me, please! I don't want it out of my head, I have a family! Don't go, stop!"
Jones paused at the edge of the doorway and looked back at Chuck with a smile.
"My hands are tied here, bud. I wish I could help. Nighty night, Chuck" the ex-CIA agent walked out, "tell the doctor his patient is ready!"
Chapter 6 coming soon!