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The Runaway Intersect

Chapter 2

Casey had his gun out, it was smoking. The humming traffic above them had swallowed the sound of the shot. Sarah Walker was shocked about what she had just witnessed. Blood pooled in a small stain below him. Casey had shot himself.

"Casey," Sarah shouted.

The wound on Casey's shoulder seeped blood. He fell to a knee and held out his gun to his partner. "Take it. Take it and run."

Sarah walked over to Casey and took the gun from him, clicking the safety on.

"Thank you Casey, thank you for this."

Casey grunted, falling to the ground, his consciousness leaving him. "You're my enemy now." This was the last thing his partner heard him utter as she turned and ran.

Sarah headed toward her car. It was only a matter of time before the government knew what had happened here. Whether Casey told them or not, they would find out. She needed to find Chuck.

The BUYMORE was nearly empty; everyone was out enjoying the beautiful day outside instead of spending it shopping for indoor toys. Chuck was tired. The day seemed to drag on and on. He had a "date" with Sarah that night, thinking of that was the only thing keeping him going. He knew that she enjoyed going on the "dates" with him, as well. She seemed to like being treated (acting) like a normal girl. It almost seemed that she was not used to it, which to Chuck just seemed strange.

Chuck suddenly noticed Sarah walking into the BUYMORE, looking around. He waved to her from the Nerd Heard desk that he usually sat at, and where they had first met. She walked quickly toward him, ignoring the slack-jawed employee's that she had become accustomed to.

"Chuck, we need to leave, now!" Sarah said sternly under her breath.

Chuck's face dropped. "What? What's happened Sarah?"

"I will tell you later, let's go."

"But-"

"Let's go!"

Chuck jumped over his desk, his Chucks landing firmly on the ground at the other side. "Okay, let's go," sounding less than enthused.

The car ride outside the BUYMORE parking-lot was not exactly a comfortable one. Sarah wanted to tell Chuck what happened, but couldn't find the words to say. How exactly do you tell a guy that one of his protectors was ordered to kill him and, as far as she knew, was going to? Before he did however, he needed to warn the other protector and then wound himself.

"So where are we going?" Chuck finally asked in a low tone.

"Away. As far away from anyone we can get." Sarah said simply.

"Do you mean that my cover is compromised?"

"No. Not exactly." Just say it, Sarah thought to herself.

The car left the parking-lot and started to speed down the roads of Burbank.

"Then what is going on, Sarah?" It had been a very long time since Chuck had raised his voice to Sarah. It usually involved her relationship with him. She was the one that usually initiated the yelling.

"You have been targeted for execution. Major Casey is supposed to kill you when the new Intersect goes online tonight. I am sorry Chuck, but I have to take you away from here.

"You're committing treason?"

Sarah laughed. She could not believe the sweetness of the man sitting next to her. She had just told him he may die tonight, and he is worried about her.

"Did I say something funny?" Chuck said annoyed.

"No, I think you are too sweet. I tell you this horrible news, that you may die, and all you can do is think about the other people involved."

"Speaking of which. What is going on with Casey, he isn't really going to kill me is he?"

Sarah took the on-ramp toward Interstate 5, accelerating to ten miles above the speed limit.

"I can't tell you Chuck, because I don't know myself. He shot himself so that you and I could run but he also told me that I was now his enemy."

"Casey did what? How could he do such a thing?"

"He's okay, Chuck."

Chuck wouldn't respond to her, his head turned facing his window.

Emotional shutdown, she thought. "Chuck we need to get out of LA, lose this car and then changer our appearances, all which in the next 24 hours."

"Or," Chuck said sadly.

"We are as good as captured; they would kill you and fire me for assisting you in your escape. That's the best scenario that I can come up with."

A heavy whirling sound arose from above them, startling them both out of their conversation. A black chopper zoomed passed them, from what seemed like nowhere.

"Whoa," Chuck expressed, looking up out of the windshield.

"Damn it" Sarah dropped her foot hard on the gas. "How did they find us so quick?"

"You sure it's us that their looking for?"

The chopper turned. A man, with what looked like a sniper rifle, became visible at the side door. He looked through his scope and pointed it directly at Chuck.

He fired a shot, and Sarah veered to avoid it. A ping sound came from the passenger mirror.

"Looks like, you want to ask him?" Sarah asked, now in full agent mode. She grabbed Chuck by the collar, yanking him down. His head landed on her lap, chest grazing the stick shift.

Chuck's heart pounded, half from adrenalin, and half from being so close to her.

Another shot was fired from the man in the helicopter. This bullet created a hole in the windshield on the passenger side, ripping the stuffing out of the headrest. They were aiming for Chuck.

Sarah Walker tried something stupid, as she sped down the Golden State Highway. She pulled to the side of the road, spinning her car around to face the other direction. It was a good thing that Chuck couldn't see what was going on, if he did, he would freak out. She pulled back onto the road, going against the traffic this time.

"Sarah, what's...?"

"Don't worry Chuck," Sarah said calmly.

Chuck couldn't help but to worry, they had someone shooting at them, and a now seemingly nuts protector, driving on the wrong side of the road.

Several more shots hit the back of the car, shattering the back windshield, as the helicopter tried to retake the advantage. Sarah turned her car onto an off-ramp, grinding the paint of the car against the wall of the off-ramp to avoid traffic. Sarah turned the car onto the dirt and pulling up behind the off-ramp. She pushed Chuck back to an up position, turning the car off.

The helicopter could still be heard, circling from somewhere above them. Sarah got out of her car, Chuck followed suite, understanding what she wanted. Sarah ran in front of the next passing motorist, driving a 69' Dodge Charger, waving her gun at them. They stopped inches short from hitting her, swearing profanities out of their window. Sarah walked up and pulled them out of the car and onto the side of the road. Sarah got into the car, enjoying the thrill of escape, a bit more than she probably should.

"Sorry," Chuck stammered, getting into the passenger side.

Sarah floored the gas, peeling out. "Well at least we got rid of the car," she said with a smile. They traveled down the quiet side streets of Burbank, the helicopter hummed into silence in the background. They were safe, at least for now.

Inside an undisclosed CIA hideout, Major John Casey had pulled the bullet that he had fired into himself. He was throwing his arm into a sling, when General Beckman appeared on the monitor in front of him, wearing the same old scowl.

"What happened, Major?"

"It was Walker. She must have somehow discovered our plans for Chuck."

"We have already sent a team after her vehicle, unfortunately we lost them."

Casey grunted, trying not to let slip the grin he wished to express.

"I want you back out there tracking them; you are the agent that has spent the most time with both Walker and Bartowski. At least when they were together, we have another agent coming in, he knows them both better than any of us. He may know where they are planning on going, even before they do."

"Let me guess..." Casey said under his breath.

"Bryce Larkin."