Thanks for the reviews again, guys. This is a short one but chap 4 should be coming soon.

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"Nice shades."

Chuck turns. A minute a go there was no one sitting at the other end of the bench. Now there's Bryce Larkin.

"Yeah, well, it's sunny." He can't pinpoint why his voice always comes off so aggravated when he's talking to Bryce. He has many reasons to hate the guy, but he's also got just as many not to.

Looking at him doesn't help any. Bryce is wearing sunglasses too. The wind sweeps his hair into the perfect tousled coif, his shirt's unbuttoned at the collar, his sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He looks like he's just stepped out of a GQ cover. And that's just the side profile.

Chuck's nostrils flair and his top lip inadvertently curls into a sneer. In the end, how he should feel about Bryce and how he does feel about him always seems to get mixed up.

"So I take it Russia didn't go so well."

"No, not so well."

Bryce nods, looking as if he understands. Looking as if Chuck should just quit now because he's not a real spy and he's never going to catch Sarnov. Bryce confirms Chuck's suspicions with his next question. "Are you going to Virginia any time soon?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"I just don't see why you'd waste all your time on this quest for revenge when you could be–"

"Do you have any info or not?" Chuck cuts him off because the last thing he needs is Bryce Larkin telling him how to live his live. He'd done enough sending him the intersect.

"What happens if you do find him, Chuck? Are you going to kill him? Do you think that's an easy thing to do?"

"You just pull the trigger."

"Killing changes you."

It's moments like this that he remembers why he hates Bryce so much. Always so preachy. Chuck stands, takes a few steps, and scratches the back of his head. He really doesn't like having to sit through lectures. The only reason he'll enure it is because Bryce is his intelligence contact. If he didn't need him he wouldn't be talking to him right now. His other contact, the one that works for the NSA, thinks he should leave the whole chasing-bad-guys thing to the professionals.

"This isn't you, Chuck."

"This isn't?" He asks. "The danger? The bad guys? This is my life now, Bryce. You pushed me into this life!"

A darted glance around the park shows that some people are beginning to stare. He takes a step back and a deep breath. Bryce's expression remains the same, if a little disappointed. Though he does reach for an envelope at his side.

"Sarnov's rumored to have a weapon's deal with the Stentofts, the Danish crime family. A shipment's scheduled to come in at Antwerp in a week. If there is an exchange Sarnov's going to be there. The exact location and time is in here."

Chuck takes the envelope and looks inside of it briefly before putting it inside his jacket pocket. "Thanks."

"Don't thank me," Bryce says, getting up. "The only reason I'm giving this to you is because I don't want you chasing after the wrong bad guy and getting yourself deeper into this thing than you already are."

"Like I said, thanks. I appreciate it."

"And Chuck, if you do go to Virginia, say hi to Sarah for me."

Chuck nods almost imperceptibly and walks away.