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Sarah and Casey silently crept up Josh Martin's driveway. He lived in a small condo, and the lights were off.
Casey gave Walker the signal to advance. She held a knife between her teeth, her free hand close to the gun on her hip. They approached the front window. Walker and Casey kept their backs against the plaster. He pulled out a smoke bomb from his utility belt as Sarah wrestled the window open with a lockpick. Casey threw the smoke bomb inside the living room. She and John soon followed.
They barged into the home, both of them pulling their weapons from their holsters, prepared for attack.
They heard coughing in the distance, along with a rustling.
"Move, move!" Casey shouted, heading in the direction of the noise.
The sound of the back door closing rang through the small home.
Sarah rounded the corner to see the silhouette of Josh Martin go crashing into the trees.
He is NOT getting away. With a ferocious shout, Sarah went diving out the back door and into the leaves after Martin. Casey followed behind.
Her heart beat in her chest with anger, with passion, and with determination. Up ahead, she saw Martin go crashing from the trees to a nearby park. He hopped over the chain link fence with a few climbs, he was good and trained. If Sarah lost him in the park, then he was gone forever. She kicked it up to high gear and sprinted down the hill after him.
She twirled her dagger in her fingers and pulled her arm back. Sarah threw the knife in his direction; it went sailing through the air and glinted against the moonlight. The dagger sunk itself into his left thigh. She heard Martin's screams as he went crashing to the floor. He looked behind him to see the advancing blonde CIA agent. He desperately grappled at the grass and tried to hobble on one leg. Walker was just a few feet away when she leaped through the air and tackled the ex-CIA agent to the floor. He cushioned her fall. She heard his painful groans underneath her, but didn't feel an ounce of mercy.
John came puffing to a stop next to her, as she placed her boot on Martin's back, pinning him down.
"Nice…," he panted, "run...Walker…."
"Josh Martin?" she grit her teeth as she stared down at the writhing man.
"Ow, ow! Get the knife out, get it out!"
"Not until you answer a few of my questions."
"What the hell do you want, lady?!"
"I'm CIA," she spat, "I know you're background, Martin, drop the charade."
"What-what charade?"
"Tell me about Agent Seeley Jones."
"I don't know who the hell you're talking about!"
Impatient, Sarah twisted the knife in Martin's thigh.
He yelled in agony.
"Tell me!"
"Fine, fine, alright!"
She eased her aggression.
"Jones was my team leader for five years, okay? I haven't had contact with him in a while, I've been out of the agency for some time. That's all I've got, that's all I know."
Sarah was still for a moment.
Then, she grabbed the knife hilt again and twisted.
Martin screamed again.
"Okay, okay! He called me about two weeks ago, t-trying to recruit me for a new job!"
"What was the job?!" Sarah yelled.
"I-I don't know-"
Twist.
"It was a kidnapping! A kidnapping of a valuable government asset of some kind! I-I didn't get the details!"
"Chuck," Casey whispered to her, confirming her suspicions of the newest intel.
"Who hired him?"
"Lady, I've given you enough, please-"
Twist.
"Walker," John grabbed her shoulder. She was taking it a little too far. Sarah didn't care. She wanted Chuck, she wanted him to be safe at home reading comics, she wanted to walk into the Buy More and see him smiling at her with that goofy grin.
"I'll remove the knife if you tell me where I can find Seeley Jones and who he's working for."
"He-he's got safe houses all over, but-but he likes to hang out at the abandoned insane asylum at the outskirts of Downtown."
"I know where that is," Casey nodded, "come on, Walker"
"Who's he working for?" Sarah pressed.
"Walker."
"Who's he working for?!"
"I don't know, I swear, I don't know," Martin panted. He looked pale on account of the blood loss, "please, just let me go…"
Sarah kept her boot on his back, but pulled the knife out. Martin yelled in pain. She fished into his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone. The phone shone to life and she typed "911" into the keypad. She quickly rattled off an address to the operator.
"Paramedics are on their way. You say anything and I'll be back," Sarah promised threateningly.
Martin nodded meekly, his face still pressed against the dirt as he was slow to get up.
Casey and Sarah jogged back up the hill.
"We need a car," Walker said as they hit the street.
"That was some show back there."
"Excuse me?"
"I thought you were going to rip him apart."
"He knew where Chuck was being held, Casey, what's your point?"
"My point is that I've never seen you like that before, Walker. Are you sure you're okay to continue? Or are your feelings for Bartowski going to-"
"Let me get one thing clear," Sarah hissed as she sized up Casey. He eyed her warily, "I do not have any feelings for Chuck Bartowski. He is my responsibility and it's my job to bring him back. Is that clear?"
Casey was at a loss for words. His eyes gravitated towards the pavement, her glare too intense.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good," she stepped back as sirens started to sound in the distance, "let's go to Downtown."
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