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"First Aid Training Chuck. For yourself and others."
"Ok. But I'm not injured."
"Not yet. Let's practice on the dummies for now. CPR?"
"I have my credentials-."
"Just try it Chuck."
He finished stitching up the dummy with an apparent gunshot wound.
"That's good Chuck. But you realize treating dummies and treating humans are different right."
"Really Nora, really?" Nora laughed.
"We're heading to Palm Springs Hospital. We've gotten permission for you to treat the Emergency Room Patients."
"Are you insane? I don't have a medical degree."
Chuck had changed his appearance when he was going into the hospital. He wore scrubs and was known as Dr. Carlton Burke. He'd chosen that as his newest alias in honor of his grandfather.
"Excuse me."
"Sir please. We're very busy just fill out a form."
"I'm Dr. Carlton Burke. I'm a temporary attending coming here to help out with my team?"
"Oh yes Dr. Burke just go straight to the locker room and get changed all the cases are in here. Can your team register?"
"Dr. Hannah Wainwright." Nora said.
"Dr. Rachel Carmichael." Sarah said. Both were disguised.
"Michael Gardner." Chuck called over the hustle a bustle. A woman and her son stood up. The boy had a bandage over his hand and carried an ice-box.
"Cut off your index finger. How on earth?" Chuck asked him.
"Chopping onions man."
"Ok. Come on buddy up you come." Chuck dosed the boy with anesthetic. His hand went numb. Chuck pushed his Bartowski fears aside. He wasn't Chuck Bartowski. He was Carlton Burke a fearless Emergency Room doctor who had saved hundreds of people in L.A. he prepared for the procedure.
"So Michael you like Muse I see?" Chuck asked indicating the boy's T-Shirt.
"Good music."
"What's your favorite song?"
"Starlight."
"Yeah that's an awesome song. What about Exo-Politics?"
"I like it not as much as Thoughts of a Dying Atheist but its cool." Chuck kept the boy distracted with talks of the Playstation 3, new games and the latest Action Movie coming out.
"You should get full motion of it soon. Good luck Michael and uh no Call of Duty for a few months huh?"
"That was a lot of stitching, blood and needles. Did I pass Nora?" Chuck asked as he drove Burke's Chevrolet Traiblazer back to the Mansion with Sarah beside him and Nora in the backseat.
"That was very good Chuck. I read reports of your aversion to these type of matters and you handled it better than I could have expected." Nora said patting his shoulder.
"Ok. Chuck we have an SUV, a truck, a big rig, muscle, sports, sedan and compact cars for you to learn evasive driving on."
"A big rig?"
"Prepared for all contingencies Chuck."
"And you're going to teach me?"
"I hold the CIA record for this class ok?"
"You."
"Chuck."
"I'm just saying."
"Now we'll learn on the sports first then move to muscle, sedan, compact, SUV, truck then big rig in order of easiest to hardest."
"Yeah no kidding. So where are these cars?" Sarah and Chuck were in the Trailblazer with Casey. The others were following.
"We're going to a Military Air Base. We for the lack of a better word, rented it out for today." They turned and stopped. Chuck looked out and saw grill fences and soldiers.
"Can I help you sir?"
"Major John Casey. NSA. CIA Agents Sarah Walker and Charles Carmichael. We're here for Evasive Driving Drills." Casey said as they held up their badges.
"Password?"
"Road Boomer."
"Go on through." They drove down the long air strip passing hangars and military jets finally pulling into a hangar at the end of the runway. Inside were two blackbirds, an F22 Raptor, and a black hawk parked by the blackbirds was a Lamborghini Gallardo, a Chevrolet Camaro, A Cadillac DTS, A Toyota Prius, A Range Rover, a Dodge Ram and a Volvo VHD.
"Those look fun."
"CIA issue Chuck you get to keep a few of them."
"Awesome a VHD in my garage." Sarah rolled her eyes.
"We'll start off with some speed tests. Get in the Gallardo hotshot."
The Gallardo screamed past the Agents and skidded to a halt. Chuck reversed back and stopped the window down.
"How was that?" Sarah who was wearing her classic sunglasses looked down at the timer in her hands. Very impressive almost as good as her record.
"Go one more."
"Oh god." Chuck shot back and yanked the handbrake the car pulled a 180 degree turn and shot back to the starting point. Chuck got out ten minutes later after having done several more Lamborghini tests.
"COME ON! That was faster than Formula One!"
"Ok. Chuck get your Camaro out."
Chuck changed gears in the Big Rig. He was flooring it as hard as he could and it rattled and roared as it took off down the runway towards Sarah. He passed her and yanked the handbrake the truck skidded and turned unfortunately that was an ill-advised move most of the weight of the truck went onto that one side. Chuck realizing what was happening leaped out as the truck was still in motion. He tucked and rolled and as the truck still screeched. He stood up to see it wobble dangerously on the left side then all the wheels touched the ground. Sarah was shaking her head.
"Do I pass now?"
"Nope. For the next five days. You're going to cause a high speed pursuit. Cops pursuing you and you have to get away. Every day you'll be using a different car. Now get in the Lamborghini tear out of here onto the roads. We've called in your number plate and cops should be here in about a minute." Casey said. Sarah covered her eyes and shook her head.
"Casey!" Chuck exclaimed. Sirens reached them.
"Fifty seconds."
"Sarah?"
"I'll come with you." She sighed pulling him along.
The Lamborghini tore down the highway. Chuck swerved between cars and looked to Sarah who was looking behind them at the army of cop cars following them.
"Sarah?" Chuck asked shifting up.
"There's a nitrous release button. Not yet."
"Fucking Casey." Chuck said angrily. Sarah was stunned and stared at him.
"I've never heard you swear before."
"Well sometimes the situation-." He cut off as he swerved around a Honda CR-V carrying a mother and her son. Chuck got the car straight again and shifted down as the car cried.
"Calls for it." He finished. Sarah typed in a code on the radio it flipped over showing a control panel. She flicked a switch, lights rose on the roof and a police siren sounded.
"Sarah. How is that going to help? The cops know who we are."
"So civilians will clear the way."
"Will they be fast enough?" Chuck asked proving his point by having to pull around a car extra fast that was trying to move out of their way.
"CASEY!" Chuck roared.
"What?" came his voice over the radio.
"I need air help."
"Air support you idiot. And we're in the copter above you."
"I hate you." Chuck said softly, Sarah giggled in spite of herself.
"What the hell am I supposed to do?"
"Lose them." Casey said.
"FUCK YOU!" Chuck said angrily speeding up. There was silence on the radio. Sarah looked straight ahead, trying to suppress her grin.
"Are you out of your mind?" Casey said in a dangerous voice.
"I'll kick your ass again Casey after this."
"Bring it Bartowski."
"Boys. Enough with the testosterone fest how about helping us Casey?"
"There's a CIA lockup we have about two miles down. Blow in there and out the back in a different Lamborghini."
"Fine. Give me directions."
Chuck skidded off the freeway almost losing control. He pushed the nitrous release on Sarah's mark and they flew to the lockup. it was a long building with garage doors at regular intervals. One door in the middle was open. Chuck flew into it and it shut. He and Sarah got out. She pushed a button and grabbed something from the trunk as they got into a Lamborghini Reventon. Chuck flew out the back door and onto a back alley they then proceeded calmly out onto the main road.
"Back to the Mansion." Sarah said taking out what looked like an RC car remote control with a screen in the middle.
"That's for the Gallardo isn't it?"
"Indeed." Sarah said she pushed forward and he caught a glimpse of the car crashing through the garage door into the battalion. She left it there and pushed a button.
"All our CIA stuff is hidden now."
"They'll be upset won't they?"
"Oh hell yeah. But after four more days of this they'll be outraged and willing to shoot the next person who passes a stop sign. By the way you missed that stop sign." Chuck's head swiveled around.
"Damn it."
The Prius was literally flying through the air after having driven up a ramp on the freeway.
"AAAAH!" they yelled. Cops were already behind them.
"This is bad. This is very bad." Chuck said shifting up and speeding forward.
"Same tactic as yesterday?" they'd used different tactics everyday. They'd done the Camaro and the Cadillac the day after the Lamborghini, the Ram and the Range Rover yesterday and today was the Prius. Tomorrow the VHD.
"No. Head to Tijuana."
"Ti-…Sarah! We're in Riverside! Its two hours away!"
"On regular road rules."
"Why Mexico?"
"They have no jurisdiction there. We've got a CIA truck waiting for us we can park in it and head back to the Mansion later." Chuck looked at her shaking his head.
"CHUCK!" Chuck looked up and threw all his weight turning the wheel to avoid a Mercedes.
The VHD shrieked to a stop in the middle of the freeway. Most of the cops blew past it. Chuck changed gears and reversed and turned as fast as he could he drove straight into the battalion of cop cars.
"THIS WAS NOT A GOOD PLAN!" Chuck said. Sarah wasn't with him today.
"Chuck listen to me you have to get to the rendezvous. We have a whole army of big rigs ready to shelter you. You drive with them to the truck stop, bail out and I'll meet you there. I promise." Sarah said. Chuck breathed out angrily.
"When am I ever going to try and escape in a big rig?" little did Chuck know. In one of the most dangerous situations of his espionage career he would have to depend on a big rig much like this one to bail him out. he looked in his side mirror and his eyes widened as it blew off.
"They're shooting at me!"
"Just a few more miles Chuck! Try to withstand."
"What does that even mean?!"
"I don't know! Just try to hold on!" Sarah said frantically .Chuck ducked as they shot one of the wheels on his cargo and the rig slowed.
"Ditch the cargo Chuck!"
"I-…what is it?"
"Flour." Chuck released the cargo it caused a distraction as a cop drove straight into it.
"That was bad. Will he be ok?"
"Chuck! We have to make sure you're ok first!" Sarah sighed in the copter. Even in the face of danger he was still worried about others. How could she not love Chuck?
"Walker! Pay attention. This is no time to go googly eyed!"
Chuck met the convoy and they surrounded him. His radio crackled.
"Wall-Eye come in."
"This is Wall-Eye." Chuck sighed.
"Some wicked driving there partner!" came a southern accent.
"How long till the truck stop?" Chuck asked his hands shaking slightly.
"About four miles. Buckle in." came a voice.
Chuck leaped from the VHD and dove into a 2008 Dodge Challenger waiting. Sarah was there and she pulled out immediately.
"You ok?" she asked worriedly. He puts his head in his hands.
"Can we just go somewhere quiet. Not the mansion. Please?" Sarah gave him a sympathizing look and nodded.
"Cut off all possible tracking methods."
"Car and occupants are now off-grid." Came a cold computer voice.
"Reject all incoming calls and block any recording equipment."
"Car is now secure, Agent Walker."
"Just so Casey won't come after us again."