A/N:
As usual, I don´t own Chuck. All of my stories are written for fun. No money made here.
I have had some trouble to manage my time lately and this is primarily my fault. Sorry for the delays
Huge thanks to my two "voices" phnxgrl, and garnetflint.
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…10 years ago…
CIA Training camp
Location Unknown
(Interview 01)
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Trainee: Sarah Walker.
Strong and independent young woman
High Agent potential.
Highly intelligent
Noticeable natural talent in the combat area.
Major overall improvement achieved at proportion of physical evaluation.
Makes a habit of overcoming any and all obstacles and completing her objective at any cost
A trait that causes alienation from other recruits.
While useful now could cause repercussions in the later stages of her career.
Approach cautiously.
Dr. Miranda Wheeler
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At this point Sarah wasn't all that much surprised about anything. The point of being right here in this room had some deeper meaning. Only her subconscious could make that determination. So instead of pointless shouting and screaming she sat calmly on the opposing chair. She tried to measure the threat by staying calm and observing as her training told her to do. After all, the girl in front of her was basically her reflection. The question was…What exactly was purpose of this meeting? Had the Great Sarah Walker finally started to lose her common sense? Was it just a sort of friendly warning or a bit of both?
"Why are you here?" the logical first question that comes to mind of every sane person when trying to convince herself that everything is fine and natural at this point.
"I want to be here, so I am here." The reflection replied by waving her hand in bored manner almost like waving away a fly saying: And the next question will be…?
"So, you're saying, if you wanted to get out of here you would?" Sarah asked. For some reason no matter how insane it might be, Sarah found this encounter amusing.
Jenny's face frowned in obvious disgust at the idea that her counterpart seems to think so poorly of her. On the other hand, she wasn't that surprised when use of the intimidation tactic came into play. It worked the first time, so why not? It was logical, methodical and it was so Agent Walker. She really shouldn't be that offended.
"You're a sharp one" She said with the amount of sarcasm that was highly noticeable. "I guess you really did evolve."
"I did what was right." Sarah defended herself by throwing her hands into a defensive posture and keeping her voice calm.
Jennifer had a hard time to fight to not to smirk.
"You poor little thing…You actually believe that don't you? That's really sad." The reflection taunted.
"So, you are here to cheer me up?" Sarah asked looking bored.
Sarah did everything in her power to keep an even keel. She certainly did not want to be outsmarted by her irresponsible side. She had to be in control. Letting herself waver would be problematic.
Jennifer just seemed to be not that much impressed by the Agent's attempts. She had a desire to continue the conversation.
"I'm not your enemy. This is something you have to accept. I'm the part of you that you keep under lock and key, behind your wall." The reflection replied.
"Well, I pretty much guessed that, so that's a point for me?" Sarah replied with a very snarky tone evident.
"You're a perceptive woman Agent Walker. Sometimes you are just so full of yourself" Jenny laughed. "And that's your main problem."
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Meanwhile in the world of living
Chuck did his best to cover the anxiety. Even though they discussed the plan multiple times he couldn't shake the bad feeling. There was always a possibility of failure and Chuck knew that. It did not mean he would not do his best to increase their chances. So when Andre Hall received the call and stormed off, our curly hero decided to follow.
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Dr. John Chase arrived with style, (as a long as style could be counted as old looking jeep) everyone on the camp seemed to be on the edge.
..Must be another of those shipping's…
The guy on the other end of the line sounded pretty frightened. Casey had his own share of concerns. Walker was a wild card and had suffered a lot. He was ready to take the full responsibility if this all bombed. He was sure he could count on Bartowski, but what about Walker?
Bringing his suitcase out of the car Casey put his game face on. It took awhile when he was finally able to meet up with Hall.
…No matter how hectic things get, the guys love security protocols….
Under different circumstances Casey would probably even approved.
"Glad you with us Doc," Hall greeted him with affected cheer. "There are some medical issues with one of our girls."
John Chase only made grunt in reply. He really didn't like this slimy leader wannabe. When they finally reached the inside of a tent Casey's face turned white. He looked at the blond woman being restrained on the bed. She was having a seizure and mumbling incoherently. Suddenly, all thoughts of escape plans went out of the window. While shouting out commands doctor John Chase tried to figure out how a simple sedative would display this kind of reaction…