A/N:

Another chapter is here. Special thanks to phnxgrl for doing beta.

Also another chapter of "Equal" is in the works. It will be out soon.

As always, thanks for your support, and tell me what you think.

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Enjoy :-)

Sergei Trichenko wasn't feeling well. As a matter of fact, he felt sick to his stomach. He was no saint. He sure wasn't the exact definition of a bad guy either. He liked to think of himself as a naive kid. Sure he did some minor hacker stuff. He wasn't killer or a murderer. But looking at this excusable description now, it looked kind of flat at best. After all, he was the one who did choose this life over prison. For Goth sakes, he was just a tech-guy. He could barely qualify himself as a mercenary much less a spy. Yeah, he had basic knowledge of combat techniques and firearms. He had never put that knowledge to the test. He still had a decent level of conscience. Sergei needed a plan…Now.

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I hate scrubs, was the Casey's first thought when he picked up his bag.

Then his face changed momentarily. The memory of his daughter naming this bag when she caught him in the basement storing it away was strong in his mind. This very important bag or in short the VIB reminded John yet again why he was so determined to hold up at this point.

Soon, it'll be all over…

Then there was again the stone-cold face of a focused soldier who knows the risks of his current mission. If Walker was smart, (which given her background John had no doubt she was), she wouldn't do anything reckless. Granted, her mental state wasn't exactly all sunshine and flowers. According to her file she had some family issues as well. Ironically these facts could encourage her will to survive. Guilt can be an ally or a mortal enemy.

This was not the first time that Casey was actually thankful for Bartowski's morals and optimism. Yeah, the idiot was getting on his nerves constantly. If the truth been told he helped him to stay sane. John knew lot of his friends who were not that mentally strong. Many were just the shells of their former selves especially when those returned from Afghanistan.

War...

While blocking out one of the toughest subjects in his mind he did it by placing them under lock and key. Doctor John Chase packed his bag and headed it out. He had to check up on his patient.

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When he left the Boss' tent, Andre Hall was livid. That wasn't even acquired description. He was pissed. It was common knowledge that he was a hothead. He liked to voice his opinion, so what? He was the second in command and had to earn this privilege. Now the Boss wanted to up the stakes? Hall resisted an urge to roar and decided to find a target to get rid of his frustrations. He decided to find Charles Irving Bartowski.

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"I'm telling you man, this is a bad idea. I smell a trap here." He told the Boss.

Andre wasn't happy and he was more than clear about it. The silhouette of a man sitting in the shadows chuckled.

"That's why my dear friend you're not in charge of this operation" The Boss pointed out.

"I think, that I proved, that I'm more than capable... Our goal is to make difference in the world not to hide in the shadows!" Andre fumed.

"And you're proving to me once again that you're incompetent to play your part in this plan..."The Boss said in a clearly irritated tone.

"Plan, what plan? I trained most of the guys here! You call yourself a visionary? You are not! You're nothing more than an old pawn just blindly following orders!" Andre accused.

"Don't you dare to talk to me like that!" The man hissed.

This statement made Andre laugh.

"What will you do? Bored me to death? This seems to me to be the only thing where you seem to excel nowadays!"

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Being spy was supposed to be awesome, at least on the silver screen. Reality was much more nerve-racking and often grey. Chuck admired Sarah for that. Partly due to her standing by her choice, she really wanted to help her country. It showed her internal strength. It was a strength which would overcome every obstacle.

Knowing her background from Casey's briefing he could only pray for her. Standing on the improvised playground, he just watched the ball swished through the basket.

That is how Bartowski makes free-throws ladies and gentlemen. Chuck smiled.

"Enjoying yourself geek?" growled a familiar voice.

Chuck knew that was the voice of the second of command. It was so unmistakably in character. It made our curly nerd growl.

"What do you want Andre, another Chuck-annoy session?" Chuck asked not looking at him.

Chuck raised his hands in resignation. Chuck finally turned to look at him. Hall almost looked amused.

"If I didn't know better, I would say you become a man. Though, I heard that was naturally impossible." Andre said with a cutting remark.

Chuck was tired of this situation, this mission, this Island and most importantly, Andre Hall.

"You want to find out?" Chuck responded with a blank expression.

Andre didn't say a word. Sizing the nerdy genius up and down when he was interrupted by a call.

"Hall," he answered. Doc is here…? Fine…" Andre said over the phone.

Chuck just barely managed to hold a grin off his face. When Andre ended the call he could swear he heard "You're lucky" under his breath then he left.

Yeah, Chuck thought to himself. I guess I am.