Chapter 4

Burbank, CA

A well-dressed man arrived outside the BUYMORE; he entered the access code that let him into the store, thanks to Casey. It seemed far less chaotic that the last time he had been there. There were no frenzied shoppers looking for the best deals and no gunman looking for the Intersect, with the exception of himself and Major Casey. Bryce Larkin was more than happy to walk into a place that wasn't already, or soon to be, a war zone.

Inside the home theater room, Casey, with a new sling across his left arm, took what remained of the guns and ammunition he had kept in the console for an Intersect emergency. Although this wasn't the emergency he had wanted, he was more than willing to follow through with it. Or so he told himself. Being partnered with Bryce Larkin was something that Casey had never planned on. If he had it his way that agent would have 6 feet in the ground almost a year ago. Traitor or not he destroyed a multi-billion dollar facility, and to be blunt, he didn't like his smug little face.

"Casey." Bryce said coldly, as he entered the room.

"Larkin." The Major echoed his tone.

"It feels like just yesterday that you killed me."

Casey closed up his secret weapon cash and circled around to stand near Bryce. "We aren't going to start talking about are feelings are we? I've had enough of that these last few months dealing with your buddy Chuck."

"Believe me. I want to get this done as quickly as you do. So we can get back to being real spies."

"Need a piece?" Casey handed him one of his NSA issued Browning HI-Power's he had been keeping in the console.

Bryce looked at the gun, "Got anything with a little more kick?"

"The gun that killed you once isn't good enough for you?"

Larkin flashed his Glock that was sticking out of the back of his pants. "I'm still here, aren't I?"

Casey grunted, as Chuck would have described as his number seven grunt. "Well, come on, I will tell you what we have so far, on the way.

"On the way to where?" Bryce asked as they both exited the Home Theater room.

After locking the store back up, they headed toward Team Bartowski's old mission van, which was parked in the back of the BUYMORE parking lot. Casey threw the keys to Larkin, and noticed two familiar Nerd Herders that he was definitely not going to be missing, Jeff and Lester. If he ever saw a more dangerous combination of smart, lazy and crazy, he would eat his shirt. They were being booted out of Bennigan's again, probably for getting drunk again and being a bit too friendly with their waitress. He hoped that he wouldn't ever have to deal with their shenanigans again. He entered the back of the van as they were being pushed to the curb.

Bryce took the wheel, and for what seemed like forever, there was a strained silence between the two men. Neither man was sure that they could trust the other.

"Where we headed?" Bryce finally broke the silence.

"It sounded like they were headed southwest, probably toward the Mexican border. Though, I doubt Walker would chance crossing at the checkpoint. She's good, I'll give her that, but even she couldn't foresee all the possible outcomes. Besides, she wouldn't endanger Chuck, if she could help it. By the way, I'd go down I-5 if it were up to me."

"Interstate 5 works for me." Bryce switches the subject. "I get that they bonded, but I never expected Sarah would do something like this, going rogue. What's going on between them?" Bryce tried to mask his jealousy behind a professional tone, but it was clear to Casey what he was getting at.

"Agent Walker doesn't think we should kill a civilian, rather adamantly, judging by the bullet hole she put into my shoulder. Or maybe she was thinking about you, he is your supposed friend after all. Maybe she didn't want to see you in any more pain."

"That's part of the job, Sarah knows that, or at least she should. She's been there before, with me." Bryce turned onto to Interstate 5.

"Lady feelings," Casey said under his breath, covering it up with a loud quizzical grunt. "Let's just head toward San Diego for now. Walker had some friends down there last I knew, we could pay them a visit, and see if we get lucky. Otherwise, we can see what the Agency has for us in a couple of hours. Now, if you don't mind I think I will get a little shut eye."

"You can possibly-" But when Bryce checked the rear-view, John Casey was already snoring.

Over the New Mexico desert

On a plane bound for San Diego, Agent Daniel Shaw looked over documents containing the past missions with the so called 'Team' Bartowski. Agents Walker and Casey booth seemed impressive enough, and the Intersect gave him a good bit of info involving their exploits before and during their partnership with the rogue man named Charles Bartowski, A.K.A. Chuck. There is very few people that could accomplish everything they did in such time frame. It wasn't clear to Shaw, who was responsible most for their success. By the way Agent Casey described Chuck, he was accident prone, defiant and a bit of a loud mouth, not someone you wanted walking around with government secrets in his brain. He understood now why he was tasked with taking him out. Although, he didn't see why all of these resources were being tasked to kill a simple geek, it must be his former handler.

Agent Walker intrigued him the most, she was young and beautiful, and had quite a successful career in the last decade that she had been with the agency. Although he could find nothing in the files or his minds own database about what she did, or who she was before she became an Agent. That shot up red flags for him, she could have been a sleeper agent for someone else, and it's easy enough for some people to pull off an American accent these days.

Major John Casey was nearly as much an Enigma as Walker was; he had a very decorated and patriotic past, and something that Shaw would call a Reagan complex. There was no sign of his existence before Reagan took office back in 1981. He would be the one he would try to find if he thought that he needed any help with Walker or Bartowski.

Agent Shaw's mind surged when he saw a photo of a woman that he almost recognized. At first the surge showed him the word 'Isis' with a confidential file, secondly he saw her picture, with the code name Frost. He took no time in holding up Frost's picture next to Bartowski's, it was clear that there was a family resemblance. She may prove useful in the coming days, Shaw thought to himself. That is, if he could find her.

The next picture wasn't hard to place; he must be Chuck's father. His suspicions were quickly realized when he surged on the picture, Stephen J. Bartowski, a frumpy looking man. He was described in the file as an eccentric genius and one of the men responsible for the development of the intersect computer system. "Things just got a bit more interesting." Shaw said to himself. "I wonder if he knows his dad made the computer." Not that it matters.

Suddenly, another feeling hit him, one that he couldn't quite place. The sensation was new, yet familiar. Something about it told him the Intersect was near. It had to be the Intersect, he was sure of it. However his Intersect didn't surge, it merely vibrated. He thought, just for a moment, that he could sense another presence inside of his mind. He checked out the window and saw only darkness below. He was close to him, he could feel it.

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