Don't own Chuck
A black Rover Defender pulled up during the night opposite the Embassy compound. A three man wet team got out and crossed the street making their way in the shadows. They tried the East wing entrance to find it wide open with no Marine guards in sight. They worked quickly taking out the CCTV cameras using a floor plan that had been given to them. With it they were able to walk in undisturbed. The team leader checked their position then signaled the other two to follow him. Silently they made their way downward towards the room indicated on the map but as they were about to go inside a man stepped out of the darkness.
"Change of plans she's not here. They moved her up into their quarters in the VIP suite. You need to follow me and I'll take you there. But when we arrive the rest is up to you. I can't be involved or I risk blowing my cover."
"Just show us the way. We're more interested in the pay than in your help. How many people are with her?"
"There are only three you have to worry about," said Mike as his face came in the light. "If you get caught or captured you never saw me and make sure your men know this."
"Just show us the way we'll handle the rest," said the team leader but as they were talking they heard voices coming at them from the VIP wing.
"Hide," said Mike. "Move it. Get out of sight before you're caught." As they ducked into the shadows Casey and Chuck came walking by carrying packs like they were going on a trip.
"Do you smell that?" said Chuck as he stopped and sniffed the air. "That smell, I know I've smelt it before?"
"Don't look at me. Come on we need to go. You said the Premier is going to fly us down. Tell me you meant he was going to have a pilot fly us down."
"He's got a pilot's license John so I don't see what the problem is Big Guy. You need to learn to relax and take it easy."
"I will when I don't have a crack-pot ex-commie dictator trying to kill me. You do know Alejandro had that license issued to him and he's never spent a day... Crap an hour in the pilot's seat before... well not until now."
"I know but I wanted to see your reaction. You should've seen the look on your face when I told you," said Chuck smiling.
"I ought to strangle you right here. You know I can smell that odor now too. It smells like... I don't know, wet dog. I think someone needs to change out the water under the plants. It's gone stagnant."
"Whatever air freshener they're using it's not working." Mike watched Chuck and Casey leave and once they were gone he waved for the men to come out.
"You know man I hate to tell you but the wet dog they were talking about is you," said the Team Leader standing next to Mike.
"It's this weather I sweat a lot. But good news now that they're gone you've only got one person to worry about but you shouldn't have any problem dealing with her."
"Let's just get this over with we're tired of screwing around."
Chuck and Casey were walking out through the main entrance when they noticed the Gunnery Sergeant was standing next to his Corporal looking over something shaking his head.
"Hey Gunny is something wrong?" asked John. They both noticed he looked frustrated. "Maybe we can help?"
"Oh Colonel sorry," said the Gunny. "It's these stupid cameras. They're on the fritz again. It started in the East wing now it's move to the VIP wing."
"You said the East wing. There's a secondary entrance there do you have contact with the guard manning that post?"
"No the RSO ordered us to close that one this evening and to secure it. He told me there was a possibility of a protest march focusing on the main entrance so we should reinforce our post here. I took it to the Ambassador but he was too busy with the evening's festivities and couldn't be bothered. Can you believe that?"
"This was what Agent Carver asked for... oh crap you said the cameras went out first in the East wing then went out in the VIP quarters? John wet dog," yelled Chuck as he dropped his pack pulled his dart gun and ran.
"What the..." said the Gunny Sergeant looking perplexed as Chuck charged off with a weapon in his hand but Casey cut him off.
"Gunny sound the silent alarm there's an incursion going on in the VIP wing. Muster your men and meet us there." Casey drew his Sig then took off after Chuck. He just hoped he could get there in time to scratch his itch.
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At London's Gatwick airport an unscheduled Airbus A330 loaded passengers for Amílcar Cabral International Airport on the island of Sal one of the islands of the Republic of Capo Verde then on to RAF Mount Pleasant Complex. A Royal Air Force station in the British Overseas Territory located on the East Falkland Island near the capital city, Stanley. The passengers were a strange mix of scientists and Antarctic experts heading south for the ice along with the tourists and Capo Verdeans getting off on the first stop at Sal to visit family or to enjoy fun in the sun. This mix was the only way the airline company could make this route economically viable. At the airport passengers for the Falklands were required to show they had a return ticket in hand before they could embark.
"Please have your boarding passes and passports out please," said the flight attendant as they began the task of embarking passengers. As the flight was unscheduled the company had a standing list of those interested that they informed via e-mail when the flight became viable. The stragglers that came found out by word of mouth.
"Thank you," said the flight attendant as she collected the tickets and gave one last look at the passenger's passports. "The attendant on the plane will direct you to your seat. Just follow the queue. Have a good flight and thank you for flying with us." All the passengers seemed normal the usual mix of eggheads and natives with a few tourists sprinkled on top but towards the end of the line one woman stuck out.
"Jim, do me a favor, do you see that woman in the back of the queue? You have to see her?" asked the attendant pointing towards the end of the line.
"You mean the one who looks like my gran? Yeah I see her. She looks like a hearty old bugger. Why? What do you want me to do?"
"Go make sure she's in the right queue and if she is bring her up to the head. There's no reason to have her standing on her feet any more than's necessary."
"Sure I'll go take care of it," said the man. He went back to the woman and checked her tickets then nodded back to the attendant. She waved for him to bring her on up and onto the plane. The woman's act of kindness was met with grumbling from some in the queue.
"Who does she think she is?" said a man from the crowd. "My university pays good money to send people on this bloody plane when they get around to scheduling it and I've never gotten the royal treatment."
"Shush George, you're making a scene. Everyone is looking at you. Just pipe down and wait your turn like the rest."
"That's what I'm complaining about. We're all waiting our turn then granny comes up with her... I don't know sagging everything then they herd her on the plane while we rot. Who is she? She's certainly not the Queen."
"I'm sorry," said the old woman. "I don't want to cause you any trouble. I could just as easily wait my turn in the back with everyone else. It's no problem."
"You heard the granny lady, let her wait her turn like everyone else. There will be a problem if you let her cut the queue." Everyone looked at the belligerent passenger. "What I'm just saying what all of you are thinking but don't have the courage to say."
"I don't care what anyone says," the attendant said as she took the woman's boarding pass then ticked her name on the flight manifest. "Here's your pass back go ahead, the attendant on board will see you to your seat. Mrs. ... I'm sorry Mrs. Hammaspeikko. Did I pronounce that correctly?"
"Yes, I know it's a mouthful and thank you Sweetie. My friends just call me Norma," said the elderly woman then she proceeded down the tunnel to the plane.
"Well it's about time the queue started moving again now that you've gotten the Queen taken care of. Excuse me what's your name miss?"
"Jane, Jane Clover now if you would kindly move along you're holding up the queue," said the attendant as she tried to give him back his boarding pass and passport to move him along.
"Now you want to hurry me along. Well I've got your number and when we land I'm going to write the company to protest. Let's see who gets moved along then."
"Can you just go George and stop being a butthole. You're holding up the line and the sooner we all get on the sooner we can get in the air. This is going to be a long flight anyway so can we all try to get along."
"Well excuse me if I'm not like you. I don't let people walk all over the top of me like a door mat and get away with it."
"Will you pipe down," said another member of their party. "The poor lady might hear you. You've made enough of a spectacle for one day"
George's group got on the plane and were shown their seats. The fasten seat belt sign was on and as soon as the last passenger boarded and was seated they began rolling out to take off. Once they were in air the attendants came by with free drinks. George got a Scotch and coke to mix then continued to complain to the rest of his party until none of them could take it anymore.
"George, can you let me past I really need to go use the lavatory," said the man next to him. He had to get out. He just couldn't take it anymore.
"Larry am I right," said George but Larry had headsets on as he tried to follow the in-flight film and find relief from his boss. "Well I never. Bunch of... hey what do you want?" Standing in front of his was the same old lady.
"I just came to talk and to offer a peace offering," said the old woman. "I see you've got a heart condition," she said. His look asked how did she guess. "Your medical alert bracelet, my poor late husband had the same problem. I guess you're carrying some sort of nitrate pills?"
"Yes, I have to keep them with me at all times," he said as he tapped his pocket. "The doctors told me I ought to mediate to relax but I said why I just pop a pill and I'm all right."
"It might not always work out that way... Well whatever... If you didn't listen to your doctors you're not going to listen to me. Here's my peace offer, I noticed you like Scotch so I brought us both one..."
"I'll drink your Scotch lady but this isn't going to change anything. I'm still going to report that flight attendant. Someone needs to keep them in their place."
"I take it, that someone is you," she said as she downed hers and he did the same. "I'll get rid of your trash for you or you might report the attendant for letting that accumulate."
"You bet sister that someone is me and people are going to know it. I don't take crap from anyone and let them get away with it."
"Well I tried I really need to go back to my seat," said the old woman as she start to turn and leave but the man stopped her.
"You know that's some weird last name you've got there. You actually married someone with a last name like that? Hammersack?" said the man as he laughed.
"The name is Hammaspeikko. It's Finnish actually but some people call me by the translation the Tooth Fairy."
"The Tooth Fairy," laughed the man as he loosen his tie and unbutton the top button on his shirt. "Boy is it hot in here," he said as he turned on the vents for air conditioning.
"It's actually a mistranslation in Finnish the Hammaspeikko is a tooth troll who brings cavities to the tooth and eventually kills it. That should give you something to think about in the short time you've got left."
"What? Paul... Paul, I'm having a heart attack," said George as Paul came back from the lavatory and the time he killed in the back before he had to come back to put up with George's mouth.
"You're having a what? No not here," said Paul. He rang for a flight attendant then flagged one down to come in a hurry. "My friend is having a heart attack. He's had them in the past… Oh crap George your medicine. Do you have it?"
"Yes in my shirt pocket," he was able to say then he added. "Give me one." Paul pulled out a small pill box and gave him one. The attendant then handed him a glass of water.
"Let's move him into the back of the plane. We have an automated external defibrillator back there in case we need one." But on the way back George clutched his chest and looked at both of them before dropping.
"Let me help," said a man who identified himself as a doctor. After listening to the man's chest he and the attendant attached the defibrillator but the doctor could tell from the start the man's condition was critical. "What did you give him?"
"He asked for one of his nitrate pills and we gave that to him but other than that I don't think anything."
"I saw him take a couple of these," said the old woman. She appeared out of nowhere. "I went to apologize if I upset him. You don't think I could've caused this?"
"No… no don't even think that the man was a cardiac risk patient then… wait let me see those. This is Viagra. Oh no… Oh Christ, the idiot. He took too many of these and mistook the chest pain for a heart attack then had you two give him nitroglycerin. You never mix nitrates and Sildenafil," said the Doctor. He caught their looks. "I mean Viagra or this is what happens. There's nothing we can do for him."
"He never told me he was taking Viagra but I guess that isn't the type of thing you plaster all over the campus either. Wait, why would he take Viagra for now? He's married?"
"I don't want to speak ill of the dead but if you notice he took his wedding ring off. Look at his left hand there's a white band where the ring used to be. I guess he was expecting to get luck among the penguins."
"Well I need to report this to the Captain. Thank you Doctor and Norma can I walk you back to your seat?"
"No I think I'll just stay here for a few seconds and say a pray over dear George. He might not have been the most pleasant individual in the world but he was still a man. You all can go about your work I'll be fine."
"That's very kind of you Norma," said Jane. "I don't know if I could do that if I were you. But I guess it's easy to pray for the people you like."
Norma put her hands together then closed her eyes and waited for everyone to leave then she peaked out of one to make sure they were all gone then got to work.
"Here you go Georgie," said Norma as she pulled his wedding band out of her pocket then slipped into his. "I wish I could've taken you out for a dance but there wasn't enough time. Enjoy the afterlife and I hope you realized at the end I was the one who punched your ticket. What did you ask how could I? What about my poor dead husband? That was all true Georgie, he had a heart condition. He and that floozy I caught him with in the bathtub both did when I tossed a radio in with them. I guess that's what they mean when they say turn on, tune in, tune out but then again Timothy Leary's dead.
The rest of the flight was uneventful if not a little boring. Norma took the opportunity to do some knitting in between meals and drinks. The flight attendants just fell all over her especially after Jane told them how she had prayed for the man who died. He was stowed away in the cargo hold with the luggage.
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Sarah got Ellie to stay with Sam so she wouldn't wake up alone. Then she grabbed Silvia and headed back to the vault. The men were going out on mission missing sleep that meant if the men could do it so could they. If their mission was to access the host satellite then Sarah wanted it done right away so when Chuck needed it they'd be ready. He was right there wasn't much time but he'd have even less if he had to wait for them.
"You know we could start this is the morning," said Silvia. "I really do my best after a good night's rest follow a healthy breakfast."
"If you want I think Sam left half a Nutella croissant in her dress pocket but I think she licked out the Nutella from the inside."
"Gee thanks but seeing as I'm going to have to do most of the work why don't you find us some coffee. I take two sugars, no cream."
"How would you like it if I give you two rights and one left. I'll even throw in a spinning back kick for free, no charge. Now move it. There's a coffee machine in the vault. I'll put on a pot but only because I want some and I don't want to risk getting poisoned."
"See, now that's what I'm talking about compromise," said Silvia as they walked down the dark corridor.
"I see your idea of compromise I give a little and you take a little. I believe that's called one-way," said Sarah. Her senses began to tingle something was wrong she could feel it.
"I don't know what you're complaining about. I'm the one who's missing sleep here and for what? I can tell you what, a one-way ticket to Supermax or worse. I know you're going to tell me I made my bed but don't I deserve something here? I think I liked you better before when you were being belligerent towards me. What's got you all…" Sarah cut her off.
"Shush, something isn't right, we should've run into a Marine rover who's supposed to challenge us but we haven't met anyone, why?"
"I know you're not asking me because I haven't got the foggiest idea what you're talking about. Maybe he's late or got tied up?"
"No it doesn't work that way, if he didn't make it back to the front desk they would've called away a security alert unless…"
"Unless what? Sarah, you aren't making any sense. There wouldn't be a roving patrol if what?" said Silvia but again Sarah told her to be quiet.
"Do you smell that?" said Sarah as she took out her Smith and Wesson removing the safety.
"Yeah it smells like a men's changing room," said Silvia as Sarah looked at her. "What? I had brothers you know."
"I'm sure you did," said Sarah. She heard someone coming towards them and then she saw him, it was Mike Carver. "Mike, what are you doing here this late at night?"
"Wow, you can put the piece away. The Embassy has been compromised I was sent to take Dr. Martin to a safe house out in town. Dr. Martin, please follow me I've got a vehicle waiting out front but we need to make if fast. Hydra knows you're here." Silvia started to walk but Sarah grabbed her arm and stopped her.
"No, she isn't going anywhere with you. Mike, you can tell your three friends to step out in the light where I can see them."
"Too bad I tried to make this painless. I was even going to let one of them hit me over the head so I could say I was over powered but can't do that anymore. You can put the weapon down and both of you come with us."
"Then what, you take us out in the jungle and put a bullet in the back of our heads? I don't think so. Three against one, I like those odds."
"Actually four against one," said Mike pulling his Walther PPK.
"I didn't forget about you but I also remember how well you did at the range so it's still three against one. Silvia when the lead starts flying look for cover. Maestro, whenever you want to start the music I'm ready to dance."