Chuck walked out of the bedroom to find Casey and Sarah busy in the living room.
"That uniform really complements your skin tone," Chuck said sarcastically, "Reeeeaally brings out the color of your eyes," he finished, animating his sarcasm with squinting eyes and a wave of his hand in front of his face
Casey gritted his teeth "Nice jammies Bartowski. You look like a real high roller nodding towards Chuck's pajama bottoms which he wore with a plain white t-shirt. The pajama bottoms had green dollar signs printed all over them.
"What? These?" Chuck asked looking down at them. "I'm tapping into my inner gangster…whaaaa?!!!" He exclaimed in mock-rapper style, hands in the air and all.
Sarah was preoccupied with pulling out bags from a cart which Casey had presumably rolled in "That's your cart over there," motioning over by the fireplace "Underneath the cart is everything you'll need for our cover."
Chuck looked and saw a room service cart with plates, utensils, fruits and a glass of orange juice on it. "Oooh, breakfast! Awww… Casey you shouldn't have..." he walked over to the cart but instead of pulling out his gear, he was busy chewing bacon from a breakfast plate
This elicited a scowl from Casey "Alright dingbat, the tux alone is worth more than your months salary at the Buy More. You better not spill anything on any of the suits this time."
Chuck replaced the silver cover over the breakfast plate and reached underneath to pull out one of the three suits, "oops…"
Casey stopped what he was doing to look at Chuck
Chuck slowly looked up at Casey with a guilty look on his face, "Gotcha…" he slowly said with a smile forming on his face.
Casey... well… Casey growled.
"And... Here are your IDs should anyone ask for it. Sarah said, walking around the table to hand Chuck a card and a passport.
Chuck looked at the passport cover, "Greece huh niiiiceee..." He opened it to the first page and saw his picture. It was the same picture they had used for his other supposed passports from previous missions.
Chuck proceeded to look at his name,"Whaaat?! … Of all the names..." He started throwing his arms down to his sides; "Of all the names in Greece the CIA and the NSA could have given me… they give me this one?" Chuck finished looking at it again. He exasperatedly held out the open passport for Sarah to read.
Sarah leaned in to read the name and couldn't help but smile. She looked up at the unsmiling Chuck and did her best to look indifferent.
"Dimitrios Dauchbag?!?!?!"
Casey shrugged feeling quite proud of himself. "It was the best I could come up with on such short notice."
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Chuck finished taking a shower and so went to the closet to grab a suit travel bag marked "Casual". Right before Casey had left, all three of them had gone over the itinerary for the weekend and Sarah had been right. Everything had to go off without a hitch.
"This…" Casey laid a picture down on the table "is our first mark." The picture in front of Casey, pulled the picture closer to him and tried to flash.
"Mr. Pringles here, doesn't look too happy," Chuck noted. The man was shaking hands with Malkova in his hotel room, the room Casey had been surveying.
"From the Intel I gathered, he's hired Malkova to set up this silent auction. He goes by the name Pax. A real ass kisser, and really new to the group; that's why you're not flashing," Casey said to Chuck reading his actions earlier. "He's trying to elevate himself in the ranks. He's got a weakness for women, money and alcohol."
"Wow, that's original for a bad guy," Chuck quipped.
"This guy is our ticket in the inner circle," Casey said, tapping the picture on the table.
"Ok... Soooo…. What do I do?" Chuck asked crossing his arms.
"You..." Casey said tucking say the photo back into a folder do nothing. "Walker will do what she does best...." He finished stealing a glance at Sarah
Chuck looked from Casey to Sarah, who looked slightly uncomfortable. She was shifting her weight and avoiding any eye contact.
"What would... Would that be?" Chuck asked, unsure if he wanted to hear the answer.
Casey filled in, "Let's just say she'll get the… job… done by any means necessary." Chuck quickly turned away from Sarah to look at Casey, while dropping his arms.
"Don't worry loverboy... It's just for cover," Casey finished a little smugly.
Sarah had avoided him after that, making herself scarce and then leaving before he even got out of the shower. Chuck put on the watch that was in one of the bags. It was a silver Movado with diamonds in place where numbers would have been; except for the 12 o'clock position. There, instead of a diamond, was a small GPS tracking system that was also a receiver.
Chuck looked at his watch. She's already at the first rendezvous point. He gave himself one last look-over, looking good Agent Carmichael… straightening his Armani suit, Showtime... then walked out the door.
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To anyone looking, they would see a beautiful woman sitting at the bar alone; long blonde hair with the ends slightly curled; diamonds hanging from her wrists, ears and neck; high pumps and a short, tight, gold dress with the bust line a little high and the cut riding a little low. In other words, exquisite, elegant and… expensive. She would also appear to be absent-mindedly playing with her drink, a little bored.
But really, this same woman knows the layout of the bar, exactly how many people there were, their positions, their size and build, and every item in the room that she could potentially use as a weapon if it came down to it.
Right now the woman was inconspicuously watching the mark sitting on a couch in a private lounge, no more than a couple of feet from her position. He was conversing with Malkova, with his entourage of three bodyguards, and Sarah new that he had been glancing her way for the past 15 minutes.
She slowly re-crossed her legs and sighed, glancing at the clock. And as anticipated, Pax stood and shook Malkova's hand, who then walked away. But not before glancing over her direction in a surly manner. The mark then made his way towards the bar. Followed, of course, by his bodyguards who planted themselves in calculated locations a few feet away.
"Such a pretty lady should not be sitting alone," Pax said in a thick Russian accent leaning against the bar while facing her.
She looked at him coyly leaning a tad bit closer, "Ah, unfortunately, in my case there seems to be an exception." She saw his eyes drop down to her bust and up again to her eyes.
"Well, then we must change that" He said motioning for the bartender with a swift wave of his fingers. He pulled out a bar stool and planted his short pudgy self closer to her. "You may call me Pax."
"And you are?" he asked extending his hand.
"Callista" she said while demurely placing her hand in his sweaty palm.
"Ah, Greek in origin; meaning most beautiful. How appropriate," He brought her hand to his lips without taking his eyes from hers.
The bartender approached, which turned out to be Casey. "Vodka on the rocks and whatever this gorgeous lady is having, " he ordered. Casey nodded and set about preparing the drinks. "May I entice you to the finest dinner you will have ever tasted this evening?"
"I would love to… but I'm with a friend." She responded lightly touching his arm and leaning in"
Again she watched his gaze drop. "A friend? Lucky me" Pax said also leaning in. Callista laughed.
Casey placed the drinks in front of them and nodded towards the front of the bar.
"Here he is now" Callista said, standing up and walking towards the front of the bar.
Right on cue, a man stepped into the room. He was wearing a perfectly tailored, charcoal grey Armani suit, and a collared shirt in dark green and white pinstripes. With his shoes perfectly polished, with his hair slicked back and in perfect order, he strode in with a purpose. He strode in like he owned the place. The woman's breath caught in her chest mid-stride, her body getting warmer.
Then the man slightly catches his toe on the carpet and lurches forward. Right into her arms.
Casey shook his head in utter disbelief. Putz!
Sarah tried her best to play it off as a warm, intimate embrace, twisting them around so that Chuck's back was to the bar and her eye line was to Pax. Sarah glanced at Pax to see if he was looking. She recovered her arms from underneath his from when she caught him and ran it up his chest, to his neck and finally in his hair.
"Sorry…" he whispered "I think the shoes are half a size too big" he said, trying to compose himself. He was looking around when he heard Sarah whisper through a smile. "Kiss me…"
This caught Chuck's attention. He whipped his head to look at her saying "Wha?"
"Kiss me…" she continued to caress his neck with her fingertips, pulling her body against his. "He's watching…"
Chuck slowly ducked his head forward and gave her a quick peck on the cheek… Sarah, seeing that she was going to have to take the lead, pulled at Chuck's neck and kissed him herself. Sarah knew that Chuck was surprised, but then she watched him close his eyes, felt him place his hands low on her hips, felt him pull her body roughly against his and felt him take over. Sarah couldn't help but sink into the kiss..
After what felt like an eternity but was most likely 10 seconds or less, Chuck slowly exhaled but didn't let her go. For a brief moment he saw her unsteady and felt her body roll into a quiver. But as quickly as it came, it went away.
"Good job," she said looking over his shoulder at Pax.
She felt him stiffen at the words. She wanted to say something else, something more, but instead she said "Let's go," heading back towards the bar with Chuck in tow.