AN: Hope everyone is doing well. Thank you for the patience on this chapter. It took me a while to get his chapter to go the way I pictured. Thank you to michaelfmx for his beta and sound board services. Well no more delay. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. Please review and let me know what you think. I don't own Chuck or any of it characters.
The battle between good and evil had raged on since the dawn of man and tonight was no different. Yet tonight the battle for power wouldn't be settled at the front lines. No, tonight the balance of power sat in a Buy More parking lot. Yes, a national electronic store chain was about to serve as the battle ground between good and evil. This wasn't your standard Buy More. It had been at the center of the intelligence world for the past five years, even if most of the intelligence world had no idea.
A black van pulled into the parking lot from the north. Inside the van was the best spy team in the business. They had done everything by the book. They had swept their surroundings for anything out of the ordinary, and everything seemed up to par. Part of the spy business was trusting your gut and everything indicated that tonight was the night. Morgan Grimes exited the driver's seat and slowly took in his surroundings. "Hey Chuck look, they got the new signs on the Orange Orange," Morgan proclaimed.
"That's good Morgan, but let's keep our eyes on the prize," Chuck commented.
The rest of the team exited the van and began to do a final sweep before entering Castle. Just then, they hear the sound of applause coming from the alley. "Chuck, I have to admit I wasn't even sure you and your team could pull this mission off, but hey, I am not too proud to admit when I'm wrong," Smith said as he emerged from the shadows, with Jill right behind him.
Team Bartowski quickly drew their weapons and took aim. "Smith, I know you weren't dumb enough to show up with just the two of you, so why don't you show us the rest of our guests," Sarah yelled.
Smith raised his right hand and a red dot appeared on Chuck's chest. "As you can see I have you guys covered, and I'm willing to bet you aren't going to risk one of your teammates just to take a shot at me," Smith replied with a smile.
"Ok Smith. We get it. The drop isn't until tomorrow. Care to share why you're here a day early?" Chuck asked.
"Oh, Chuck. I think you know the answer to that question. Did you really think that I would give you a whole twenty-four hours with that intel? I know how that beautiful mind of yours works. I'm sure what you could do in that time would spell trouble for me," Smith answered.
The two sides exchanged glances, neither one wanting to show their hand. "Ok fine, I'll break the silence. The tension is just killing me. How about you hand me the intel and I'll disappear into the shadows. But don't worry Chuck, I'll be in touch," Smith said.
"Now wait a minute. We had a deal. I get you the Intel and you leave us alone. I don't ever want to see you again, and if you come near my family then we'll have a major problem," Chuck replied, with an anger in his voice that was rare for him.
"Well, you see Chuck, when you're making a deal with the Devil, it pays to remember that…..well it is the Devil. Why would I let such a strong asset as Team Bartowski free? What kind of sense would that make? I mean, you don't get the best weapon in the world and then let it go. Now, with the Intel that you've gotten for me, that weapon is only going to get stronger. Don't worry, I'll leave your family alone as long as you play ball. Man, it's great to be the Devil," Smith said with a laugh.
Before Smith knew what was happening, Chuck had both his hands on his jacket. "I think that you're underestimating who you're dealing with Mr. Smith. I'm not handing you this Intel without the assurance that you're going to leave us…..all of us, alone. This is nonnegotiable, so let me say this one time and one time only. If I hand this tablet over to you, there it's going to be the last time that we ever see each other," Chuck yelled.
"Chuck, I think it's you that has misjudged who you're dealing with," Smith said, as he removed Chuck's hands from his jacket. "I get what I want when I want. I would hate to have to remind you of the power that I possess, but I think a little show of power is needed," Smith added as he raised his right hand. Immediately, a red dot appeared on Casey's head. "Well Chuck, you've tried my patience for the last time. Someone from your team is not going to survive tonight, but I'm not without compassion. I'll allow you to choose who that someone is. It could be the brooding John Casey, the babbling Morgan Grimes, the beautiful Gertrude Verbanski, or last, but definitely not least, the amazing Sarah Bartowski. You see Chuck, it's time for you to decide," Smith said, giving Chuck a look laced with venom.
"Ok Smith, you've made your point. I get it. I'm backing away slowly. Here's the Intel." Chuck tossed the tablet to Smith. "No need to take this any further. I see your muscle, no need to flex any further," Chuck pleaded.
"Not sure that's going to be enough Mr. Bartowski. You see, once I make a threat, I have no choice but to follow through. What kind of sociopath would I be if I didn't shed a little blood every once in a while?" Smith raised his right hand again and the dot moved around from member to member.
"Well, since you won't pick, I guess I'll have to make the decision for you," Smith said as he raised three fingers. Just then the dot moved to Morgan.
"No Smith, he has nothing to do with this," Chuck yelled as he moved in front of Morgan as fast as he could. The sound of a bullet rang through the air. It cut through the darkness with only one goal, to find its target. Then it collided right where it had been aimed.
Chuck felt everywhere on his body and felt nothing. He looked at Morgan and all he did was shrug his shoulders. They both turned their attention to the remainder of their team. Casey was covering Gertrude and both grunted as they looked over at Chuck. Suddenly, it hit Chuck like a freight train. He turned his attention towards Sarah. She was standing there with a blank stare on her face. Her hands were covering her stomach. She lifted her hand to reveal blood. She looked down at it for a moment and then lost her ability to stand. She fell just as Chuck slid in to catch her. "Sarah! No baby. Stay with me, please stay with me," Chuck pleaded.
"Chuck. I need you to look at me," Sarah pleaded.
"Sarah, I am right here. You're going to be fine. Just hold on for a little bit. Morgan…..Casey….somebody help," Chuck pleaded.
"Chuck, don't worry about me. I know what's happening. Chuck, you have to promise me something. Please promise me you'll grant me this one last request," Sarah pleaded as she struggled to breath.
"Of course, Sarah, what is it?" Chuck asked.
"Chuck no, you have to promise me first. Please promise," Sarah pleaded again.
"Sarah, I promise. Whatever it is, I promise," Chuck answered, no longer being able to hold back his tears.
"You have to promise me that you won't let this take you from the world. Don't let what Smith has done change you. The world is such a better place with you in it. Chuck, my life began the day I met you, and every day since then has been the best time of my life. So right now promise me that the Chuck I fell in love with, my Chuck, will still exist in the world after I'm gone," Sarah pleaded, as she started to grow cold and everything was getting dark.
"Sarah, please don't close your eyes. You need to focus on me. Sarah, I promise I'll try, but you're going to make it. Baby, you have to stay with me. I can't do this without you. We're going to have the house with the white picket fence, the red front door, and the family that we were going to raise together. Please Sarah, stay with me," Chuck begged, as a tear rolled down his cheek.
"Chuck, you can do this. It's ok. I love you, always have," Sarah whispered as her world slowly faded to black.
Smith watched on as the scene unfolded in front of him. It wasn't exactly how he'd planned for the evening to go, but not much he could do about it now. "Well Chuck, you see what you made me do. I'll give you some time to grieve, but I'll be in touch," Smith said as he turned to walk away.
Casey approached Smith and quickly picked up his previously discarded weapon. "Smith, I'm going to tear you limb, from limb, from limb," Casey barked.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Smith responded with a nod towards Gertrude. "I don't think you want to see act two of this play."
Casey looked over at Gertrude to see that the red dot had now made its way to her. He quickly lowered his weapon and headed towards Chuck. "Chuck," Casey said as he placed his hand on his shoulder. "She was an amazing wife, partner, and friend. Know this, I'll help you with whatever you need," Casey said as a single tear began to form in his eye.
"Well this is all very moving, but I would say it's time for me to go," Smith concluded as he again began to leave.
"Smith," Chuck yelled.
Smith turned to see something he had never seen before. This wasn't the normal Chuck Bartowski he was used to seeing. Chuck's eyes no longer had the look of hope, joy, and optimism. No, all of those traits had been replaced with a darkness. Now the man that stood before him appeared to be devoid of any emotion. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he was still confident since he knew he had the area covered by his men.
"Smith, I think that you've misjudged me. You see, now that you've taken her away from me, there's nothing that I won't do to bring you down. Don't bother to threaten my family. They'll be so far hidden that you won't ever find them. I'm about to bring down a wrath on you like you've never seen before," Chuck replied.
"I know this is the grief talking, so I'll let it slide. Like I said, I'll let you deal with this and then get in touch," Smith added.
Chuck began to let out a slight chuckle as a tear ran down his face.
"What's so funny Mr. Bartowski?" Smith asked.
"Nothing Smith. I just can't believe that you really think I'm going to let you leave without taking something from you first. I see how you look at her when you're around her. You probably won't admit it, but I know. So now I'm going to let you know how it feels to watch someone you care about die right in front of you."
Chuck raised his gun and took a shot. Jill grabbed her chest and fell to the ground. Smith looked on in terror. He didn't think Chuck could become a killer. Yes, he knew Sarah's death would have a huge impact, but after the Shaw incident in Paris he didn't think Chuck could cross that line again. Before Smith could react bullets began to scream from all directions. The sniper was laying down cover fire, allowing Smith to get away. Team Bartowski was taking cover and returning fire in the general direction of the sniper's perch. Smith quickly entered the car. "Drive, damn it drive," Smith yelled.
"Where is Ms. Roberts?" the driver asked.
"She's gone," Smith replied.
Smith looked down at the tablet. It was a bigger price then he planned on paying for this Intel, but it wasn't like he really had a choice. His bosses didn't care that he'd grown attached to Jill. All they wanted was what was on this tablet. He was going to figure out what the heck had just happened, but right now, he had to get that Intel loaded into their data base.
The gun fire came to a stop and Team Bartowski slowly took in the scene.
"Well, was that scary enough for everybody?" Chuck asked.
"I can tell you, I sure believed it," Sarah responded as she slowly sat up.
"How do you feel baby?" Chuck asked.
"Little groggy from the meds, but the antidote seems to be working. Other than that I feel great," Sarah said.
Chuck quickly closed the distance between them and took Sarah in his arms. "That was too real for me," Chuck replied as he gave Sarah a passionate kiss.
"Hey love birds, what do you say we get off the streets and keep the plan on track?" Casey grunted.
"I would say that's a great idea," Sarah replied as she caught her breath.
The final phase of Team Bartowski's plan was now in full swing and it was time to end this once and for all.
Jill Roberts was surrounded by complete darkness. She knew this day would come, but at the hands of Chuck Bartowski? That was a twist she never saw coming. She thought back to their time at Stanford. Maybe, had things been different, she could have fooled herself into being happy with him. Jill started to gain feeling in her extremities. If she had to guess, she wasn't in heaven. She just hoped, wherever she was, wasn't as bad as what she actually deserved. Her eyes felt heavy, but she was regaining use of them. She feared what she would see when she opened them. Chuck had ended her life and now she would be forced to face the fate she had dealt herself. As she slowly opened her eyes, she was a little surprised at what she saw first.
"Well, I must be in hell if I have to spend eternity with you," Jill managed to say.
"Don't think you're that lucky," Sarah replied.
"Yeah, if anyone is going to spend eternity with this lovely lady, it is going to be me," a voice said from the distance.
"Chuck, is that you?" Jill asked.
"It can't be. I know that Sarah and I bit the big one, but if you're here, what happened after you shot me?" Jill continued.
"Slow down Jill. Nobody's dead. It was all for show. Come on, do you really think so little of me that I would actually kill you?" Chuck asked.
"But I saw Smith's sniper shoot you. I hired the man myself, and trust me when I say that he doesn't miss." Jill responded.
"Oh trust me I know, but we had a little help," Sarah responded.
Just then, Mary Bartowski came around the corner with rifle in hand.
"Chuck, next time you end up in a situation like this, you'd better let me know a lot sooner than this. I don't like fake killing my favorite daughter-in-law," Mary joked.
"How is that possible? I mean how are you here? We had eyes on all forms of communication and you were never in touch with anyone outside of your team," Jill snarled as her frustration began to set in.
"Doesn't anyone check their mail anymore?" Chuck joked, as he held up an envelope and stamp.
"Jill, I've been in contact with my mother the entire time. I let her know the minute Smith appeared. I knew I would need her, but I also knew that I needed an ace in the hole, so to speak. In today's world, what is the one form of communication that everyone takes for granted? Snail mail. It's in our life's every day, and yet we pay no attention to it. Once my mom got my letter, she started rounding up some of her old spy friends. I knew Smith would never let me keep the intel, so I let my mom and her team know. They intercepted your sniper and then that's when the games began," Chuck said with a large smile spread across his face.
"First, I noticed the sign on the outside of the Orange Orange. That was Mrs. B's way of telling us she was in position and we were safe," Morgan chimed in as he entered the room.
"Next I had to get Smith riled up, so I decided to show off my serious side," Chuck added.
"I intercepted Smith's plan when we got the sniper, so I knew that Morgan was the target," Mary added.
Morgan let out a slight whimper as he heard the news.
"Don't worry Morgan, I was never going to let anything happen to you," Mary quickly responded.
"What about when the sniper shot Sarah? I saw it with my own two eyes. I saw her take her last breath," Jill questioned.
"Oh, that part was easy. Mary shot a blank for the sound we needed. Then all I had to do was break a blood capsule into my stomach. The last breath part took a little bit of medical assistance, but Chuck made sure to give me the antidote," Sarah added as she turned her gaze towards her husband and allowed a slight smile to come across her face.
"Let's say I believe everything that you've told me. That doesn't explain how you shot me," Jill replied.
"Again easy. A while back we intercepted some smart bullets from a weapons dealer. I revamped the technology. My smart bullets are programed to not only hit the specific target, but instead of being fatal, they deal a heavy dose of a strong sedative. Add some fake blood to the bullet and it looked very convincing. Doesn't hurt when a fire fight breaks out right after. You know, look at the bird so you don't notice what the hand is doing," Chuck replied with a laugh.
"Not sure you got that saying right bud," Morgan added.
"You sure about that?" Chuck asked with a puzzled look.
"OK, now that you have me, what happens now?" Jill quickly intervened before the two friends could go off on a tangent.
"Well Jill, I think it's time for you to pay the piper. When this is done, there is a certain little red head General waiting for you," Sarah responded as the team started to exit the room.
"Wait Chuck. You know what it's like to be forced into this life. I haven't had much of a choice in all of this. Please Chuck, give me a chance to redeem myself." Jill pleaded.
"Really Jill. You know what they say. Fool me once shame on you fool me twice shame on me. You made your decision, now it's time to deal with the consequences," Chuck said as he was the final member of the team to exit the room.
Jill knew that it was a Hail Mary attempt, but she figured there was no harm in trying. She was now left to reflect on everything that had happened. She came to realize that time and time again she had underestimated what Chuck was capable of. She also misjudged the strength of his relationship with one Sarah Walker. It was a relationship where they were stronger together, and though each of their pasts would make one think their relationship would be easily broken, that had not been the case. Jill reflected back on everything that she had seen and read about their relationship. They always seemed to be able to conquer what whatever hurdle was put in front of them, and their love for each other was clearly unflappable. Jill knew it was a type of relationship she would never know, and now the only relationship she would ever have was one with her own thoughts.
Morgan, Chuck, and Sarah joined the rest of the team in the main conference room. "You guys have fun playing cat and mouse with Roberts?" Casey asked.
"Always fun to mess with the bad guys," Morgan responded.
"Well, now that you're done having fun, what do you say we take the fight to Smith and end this once and for all?" Casey inquired.
Sarah looked over and realized that Chuck looked nervous.
"Chuck, what's wrong?" Sarah asked.
"If my plan doesn't work today we all pay the price. If this doesn't work we'll have to go into hiding for the rest of our lives," Chuck responded.
Before Sarah could answer her Casey let out a loud grunt and the entire team looked over at him.
"Hey moron. We're all here, aren't we? This is the best damn spy team that I have ever had the honor of working with and this mission is no different. No matter the outcome, this was and is still our best play. Now that we have all our lady feelings out of the way, let's go put the screws to Smith," Casey said emphatically.
The team all let out a little laugh at this last comment. It was time to end this and they were all ready.
Smith looked at the tablet in front of him. It was everything they had been working for since the creation of the Intersect. It was in his hands and no matter the price they paid, it was worth it. "We've arrived sir," the driver stated.
This pulled Smith from his thoughts as he exited from the car. He had arrived at their Montana facility. "No one is to interrupt me while I set up our back door access to the Intersect project," Smith ordered as he rushed towards his office. As Smith entered his office, he quickly plugged the tablet in for a quick scan. He knew Chuck didn't have much time with either the tablet or the intel, but he wasn't about to take any chances this close to his goal. Smith then approached his computer to get in contact with his leaders.
Mission complete. Casualties sustained and assets burned. Smith typed.
Causalities were expected. This Intel was worth it. When will the Intel be loaded into the system? How was the asset burned so quickly? Was the response Smith received.
Intel will be loaded within the hour. Running security scan now. Sarah Walker was eliminated by our sniper. Obviously caused the loss of Bartowski and the rest of his team. Will have to clean up mess. Smith replied.
First objective is to load Intel and verify back door access. Eliminate Team Bartowski. If possible capture Intersect. There are ways to make him bend to our will. Appeared on the screen.
Understood. Smith quickly typed as he heard the tablet beep, informing him that the security sweep was complete.
Expect status report within the hour. Good work Mr. Smith. Look forward to the future of our organization. Our hard work is finally going to pay off, mainly thanks to you. Was the response that appeared on the screen.
Smith allowed a small smile to creep up on his face. Everything that he had strived for was within his grasp. He knew all the riches and power that awaited him. Everything that he had sacrificed, including Jill, would all be worth it when the world was forced to bow to his will. With what Team Bartowski had given him, governments would have no choice but to answer to his every whim. He looked back at his orders and focused in on the part to bring Chuck in alive. He thought back to the events that had transpired earlier in the evening. The look on Chuck's face was burnt into his mind right before he pulled the trigger ending Jill's life. I foresee a little accident on the mission. I think Chuck has lived long enough, Smith thought.
Smith looked through the report on the laptop. Nothing appeared out of place, but Smith couldn't believe that Chuck hadn't done anything with this Intel, even if he only had it in his possession for roughly a half an hour or so. Suddenly, Smith noticed something odd in the code sweep. There appeared to be a back door to the primary connection point. "Nice try Mr. Bartowski, but it takes a lot more than that to fool me," Smith said as he plugged the tablet into the server.
The tablet began to load the data onto Smith's servers and he began the setup of his user interface to be able to access the Intel in real time. Smith began to see information flowing across the screen. It was more Intel then he could process with just the human eye. Secrets about everyone imaginable began to stream across the screen. Corporations, governments, and people of all kinds of influence were streaming across the screen. Smith's confidence was at an all-time high. He was imagining himself using all this Intel when his thoughts were interrupted by a loud beep.
Smith opened his eyes to see that the screen had gone completely black. He looked at the screen with confusion as he began to hit any button that he could think of. Nothing was happening and every diagnostic test that he attempted came back with no info found. Anger was beginning to set in and just as Smith was about to call for help, the entire facility went dark.
"What the hell's going on?" Smith yelled into his comms.
"…," Static was the only response that Smith received.
"Alpha team respond," Smith yelled.
"Beta team respond," Smith yelled again.
"Omega team respond damn it," Smith yelled as his anger threated to get the best of him.
"Smith," was the response he heard, but it wasn't a voice from any of his team leaders.
"Chuck, is that you?" Smith asked.
"Sorry to cut the lights on you, but you know you've taught me how important it is to always make an entrance," Chuck responded.
"How in the hell did you find me?" Smith questioned.
"You might want to check your coat," Chuck responded.
Smith quickly inspected his coat and found a tracker under his right lapel and he quietly berated himself for being so careless. He recalled his interaction with Chuck and remembered when Chuck grabbed him and threatened him.
"Ok Chuck, I have to admit you got me on that one. In all the confusion of the fire fight I forgot to sweep myself, but don't think for a second that the fact you're here changes anything. I have an army that I can bring down on you. I'm giving you one last chance to stand down and join us. If you choose to continue this course of action, then there will be consequences that you are not willing to pay," Smith answered angrily.
Just then, part of Smith's team entered in the room and took positions guarding both entrances.
Smith began to hear laughter from his comm link.
"You really think that I would join you after what you did? I told you when you killed my wife that I was going to bring a fire storm down on you that would make Hell look like a vacation spot. So now I'm going to give you a chance to rethink your stance. I'm coming in and no one on your side is going to survive this. Now ask yourself which is more important to you, your life or your power? I guarantee you're not walking out of here with both of them," Chuck threatened.
Smith weighed his options. He knew, at best, Chuck had Casey, Verbanski, and maybe Morgan Grimes. He looked around the room and he was surrounded by at least ten heavily armed and well trained soldiers. He knew Chuck was the Intersect, but he knew everything there was to know about him and the power he possessed. "Chuck…I'm right here, so come and get me," Smith replied.
"Thank you, Smith," Chuck responded.
"Thank you?" Smith questioned.
"You just gave me exactly what I wanted. Here I come Smith, and I am bringing hell with me," Chuck yelled as the comms went dead.
"Everybody cover the entrances. No one gets in here without getting a heavy dose of lead," Smith ordered.
Suddenly, with a flash, the room was filled with light and the sound of gun fire. Smith took cover and hoped that his men would do what needed to be done. As the gunfire died down, Smith got to his feet and was surprised at the sight that was laid out in front of him. His men were spread throughout the room and they were all incapacitated in some manner. Smith looked around the room and looked for any sign of Chuck and his team.
Smith quickly readied his weapon and began to sweep the room. "Alpha team report," Smith yelled in his communicator. He received no response. He looked around again and came to the realization that most of his men were in the room with him, and the rest had probably already fallen victim to Team Bartowski. He knew the only shot he had to get out of this fell squarely on his shoulders.
"Ok Chuck, you've proven your point. You're here and you hold some power. How about we call this a stalemate? You know you can't touch me, because what my bosses will do to you and your family isn't something you are willing to risk. What happened to Sarah is on you. You pushed and pushed when I told you there would be consequences. Are you really willing to risk Elle, Devon, baby Clara, or your mother Mary Bartowski? Don't forget, I know everything there is to know about you." Smith tried to continue his rant but he was interrupted by the sound of laughter. Not just any laughter, this was the laughter of a madman.
"Smith, I already told you that you will never find them," Chuck replied.
Smith turned and fired a shot towards Chuck's voice.
"Oh Smith, you were extremely cold with that shot," Chuck said with a laugh.
Smith spun around firing another shot where he thought he heard Chuck's voice.
He was about to fire again when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and was surprised to see Chuck directly in front of him. Before he could say or do anything Chuck plunged a needle into his neck.
"Goodnight Mr. Smith," Chuck said, as Smith began to slouch.
Smith was beginning to regain consciousness and he tried to move, first his arms and then his legs. He quickly discovered that he was bound. He slowly started to open his eyes and take in the scene around him. He was still in the command center of his Montana facility. He looked around taking in anything and everything when his eyes finally came to a halt and focused on the figure directly ahead of him.
Chuck Bartowski sat amongst all the carnage in the room. His eyes locked on nothing but Smith. "So glad that you could join me," Chuck commented.
"Chuck, what do you think this is going to accomplish? I'm just the voice of an organization that has more power than you can imagine," Smith replied.
"Well Smith, if my interactions with you have taught me anything, it's that power is everything. I've been a pawn for so long and I'm tired of it. I've decided that it's time for me to step out of the shadows and claim the power that I deserve. There are always going to be men like you and your bosses in the world. Why should I continue to fight and fight just to survive? Look what my reward was, you took my wife from me. When she died, so did I. This man in front of you is a new Chuck Bartowski," Chuck said, as he continued to circle Smith with a gun always pointed at his target.
"Do you think this is what Sarah would want?" Smith asked, but before Smith could get another word in Chuck cut him off.
"Don't you dare say her name. You took her from me, and now you're going to pay the price," Chuck yelled angrily as he took aim at Smith's head.
"Now hold on Chuck, what about the rest of your team? They can't want this," Smith pleaded.
"We are on board for whatever Chuck wants," Casey answered from behind Smith.
The rest of team Bartowski came up from behind Smith. "You see Smith, Chuck is right about one thing. Groups like you will always exist, so why shouldn't we get into the game? We're all tired of doing all the hard work for others and gaining no reward. So today it changes," Casey yelled with a grunt.
Smith took in his surrounding and knew that his end was near. He couldn't believe that the once great Team Bartowski had fallen so quickly. "Well, what do you need me for, because you obviously need something or I would be dead already?" Smith questioned.
"Well you see Smith, we need a messenger. We want you to help us announce that there is a new top dog," Chuck replied.
"And how, may I ask, am I supposed to do that?" Smith asked.
"Very easy Smith, you just sit there and smile. What we're about to do to you is going to be message enough," Casey replied.
Smith was working on his restraints hoping to find any way to break free. He had almost freed his arms when Chuck put his gun against the side of Smith's head. "What better message could we deliver than your body spread all over the room," Chuck added to the conversation.
Before Chuck could do anything, Smith swiftly head butted Chuck and relieved him of his weapon. Smith quickly put two into Casey and then followed it up with two into Chuck. He checked them both for a pulse and was pleased that it was nowhere to be found on either of them. He didn't have time to take pleasure in his grabbing victory from the jaws of defeat. He laughed that even in the end, he was able to take down the mighty Intersect. Smith grabbed his tablet and typed one quick message into his computer.
Montana facility infiltrated by Team Intersect. Team eliminated and intel secure. Awaiting directions. Smith typed.
Good work. Unfortunate about assets, but losses happen. Intel most important. Take intel to D.C. facility and load on network asap. Congratulations, you will be rewarded for your loyalty and flawless record.
Smith smiled and turned just in time to catch a heel to his face. What he saw next confused him and made him second guess everything that had just unfolded. Before he blacked out he swore he saw one Sarah Bartowski.
"Smith, we need to stop meeting like this," Chuck joked.
Smith was slowly regaining consciousness….again, but he swore he heard Chuck's voice. Combined with the fact that he knew he had seen Sarah right before he blacked out, Smith was feeling just slightly confused.
"Ok, so let me get this straight, you and Casey aren't dead, and I'm pretty sure the ghost of your wife kicked me in the head just a while ago," Smith said as he was finally regaining his wits.
"Ding Ding Ding. Tell this man what he won," Chuck replied.
"I would say life i cell," Casey replied.
"How is it that you two are alive?" Smith asked.
"Funny you should ask, it's my little twist on smart bullet. Same one I used on Jill," Chuck replied.
"What do you mean like the one you used on Jill? Are you telling me that she's still alive?" Smith asked.
"Yes, she's still alive. Hey, maybe one day, when you're old and grey, you can see each other again," Chuck answered.
"Chuck, do you really think that is nice to give him false hope. I mean, they'll be luck to see the light of day, let alone each other," Sarah replied as she entered the room.
"I knew that I saw you. Ok, now that we have all the pleasantries out of the way, mind explaining the who, what, when, where, and how?" Smith asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"Sure why not, it's going to take a few minutes to finish cleaning up all of this and it's not like you are going anywhere," Chuck replied.
Chuck then proceeded to tell Smith everything that he had previously explained to Jill. "Now for everything that transpired here. Well, I needed to be sure who you worked for. So when I visited your other facility, I planted a small virus in your system. The virus did no harm, all it did was collect data and copy it. The tablet over there held the second half of the virus. Alone they are rather harmless, but together they collect a whole lot of data in a short amount of time. I knew you would be looking for something, so I left that little hiccup in the code. That way you would miss the rest. No scan would find the virus halves because of their code design. It is rather genius, you see they act….," Chuck tried to continue but Sarah quickly cut him off.
"Sweetie, I don't think we have time for the long version," Sarah said with a smile.
"Oh yeah, you're right. Well the quick version is that, once you plugged in the tablet, all the data was transferred to it and it shut itself down. My team over there had already visited this particular facility, so we got a little lucky. When you typed the message to your leader, we were able to trace it. We were also able to detect that the computer had a hack into the video security feed, so when someone began to type, it opened the view on the other end. Basically creating a one-way video feed between this end and your boss. We couldn't just type the message because we would be seen, so we needed you to type it, and I had a very specific message that I wanted you to send," Chuck said with a smile.
"So why go through all the theatrics of making me think that I had killed you?" Smith asked.
"I'm so glad you asked. Now your bosses think that we're dead, and in a little bit your private plane will be intercepted on its way to D.C. All the reports will show that you were apprehended. Then, over the course of the next few days, we will start picking your organization apart. And here comes the best part. Since they think we're all dead, there will be no reason to be looking at us. They will think that you turned on them to save yourself. We will pick them all up and the ones that run will be too worried about their own necks to even think about little old me," Chuck replied.
Just as Chuck was finishing his explanation, a group of armed men walked in to take Smith away. "Chuck, I just have one last question. Where did I go wrong?" Smith asked as the men began to take him away.
"You went wrong when you tried to bring my family into this. Then you never thought that you were in danger. There is an old saying. The man that thinks he is unstoppable never sees it coming," Chuck replied.
"What doesn't he see coming?" Smith asked.
"His demise," Chuck answered as Smith exited the room.
"Well what do you say team, let's get out of this place?" Chuck asked with a smile.
"I say that's a great idea. I have a beast master and a steak with my name on it," Casey replied.
"That sounds like a date to me," Gertrude replied.
"I would say it is about time we move into that dream house you bought us," Sarah said with a smile.
The team exited the room and Chuck couldn't help but smile. He and his team, no his family, had conquered Smith and his organization and now they were all finally going to get the life they all deserved.