"Mr. Carmichael, I'm asking you this one more time. Where is the weapon?" Oh good Lord, look at the size of this man! Is he from Giant-land or something? I am so screwed. "This silence of yours is really starting to annoy me. You don't want to know what happens when I get annoyed." I'm sure I don't. "You got yourself involved with dangerous… many dangerous people. Who do you work for? You're not from the government I'm sure."

"I'm self employed" That was not a scary voice; I've got to learn how to sound more menacing.

"So you do have a voice…" The man started to get closer to Chuck with a wicked smile on his face. "Let me tell you something. Because of you… a billionaire worthy deal was broken. My boss is pretty mad at you. You stole something very expensive…"

"You stole it first."

"This is none of your business… What you did will not go unpunished, do you have any idea what happens with little thieves like you?"

"I'm not a thief. I'm just not a criminal organization sympathizer, that's all"

"Well, if you don't tell us where you where the weapon is, I can assure you… You will most definitely not be a sympathizer... But if you do, I'll make sure you have a quickly, painless death, what do you say?"

"A slow, painful death, please." So not the time for a joke.

Goodbye cruel world…

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A day before

"Good morning beautiful world!" Chuck stretched in front of his hotel window. A few days ago, he had saved his best friend, the best damn spy in the world, and his beautiful lady spy partner, also a pretty awesome spy, maybe just as good as Bryce. And let's just say he was pretty proud of himself. And those two, man... they looked good together. And knowing Bryce Larkin like he knew there was no way they weren't romantically involved.

Well, all of that is over and now he was back to his vacation. He averted his eyes to the mirror on his left. He looked at himself head to toe. He might not have those sexy hair curls anymore, but he did have a nice tan for spending so much time in tropical countries, and he was kind of muscular. "Good-morning, handsome. Nice work last night."

Lying on his bed was a beautiful Brazilian girl, who he had met a few weeks ago. She was really nice and fun, and had showed him around the city. Camilla was a brunette with long brown hair and couldn't be over 25.

"Morning Chuck."

"Morning gorgeous." Chuck sat next to her on the bed and caressed her cheek. "So, where are you taking me today?"

"I don't know, I think we've covered the five corners of Rio. Maybe we should stay in for the day. You really amazed me last light."

"Well, I am here to please." With that they resumed the activities of the previous night.

.

"I almost went to an opera before. I like musicals, but then a realized that I didn't want to go see a fat lady dressed as a Viking." Chuck laughed.

"But operas don't have fat women dressed as Vikings. Only in cartoons…"

"And cartoon lie…"

"And cartoons lie." Chuck had to laugh at Camilla's choice of conversation, she had a strange sense of humor.

"So how did that business trip of yours went?"

"It was fine… You know… just boring meetings I had to attend."

"What did you say you did again?"

"A company owner, yeah… That's why I travel so much."

"You know Chuck, for someone as smart as you are… You're sure terrible at lying." Chuck let out a nervous laugh.

"What do you mean?" Oh God… I can't believe this.

"You're too trusting."

"What do you want?" His face suddenly got completely serious. And he started thinking at some kind of getaway.

"What I want, Charles Carmichael, is what you stole from us… Where is the weapon?" He never took his eyes off of hers, but he could feel a gun pointed at his kidney. "Not much of spy, are you?"

"You know I was really starting to like you. But thank you for not caring this further, I fall pretty easily. About the weapon… Tell your boss he's not gonna have it"

"We'll see about that." Chuck expected a bang, but instead he heard a click.

Thank God. A tranq-gun…

Bryce didn't have a good feeling about this. It was not every day director Graham requested a personal meeting in his office, especially in such a short notice.

"Do you have any idea what this is about?" Bryce asked Sarah who was sitting next to him.

"I know just as much as you do." They both turned their heads and got up as soon as they both saw who was entering the room.

"Agents, two months ago someone stole a very powerful biological weapon from an international illegal organization, they were planning to sell it for the highest bidder. But, apparently someone did the job for us. All we have is a name. Charles Carmichael"

Bryce tried to hide his surprised face when he heard his best friend's aliases. Thankfully Sarah didn't know Charles Carmichael was Chuck Bartowski. He knew she was loyal partner, but he also knew she was even more loyal to her country and would do anything Graham asked her to.

"We tried to track him, but the man is a ghost. He uses public transportation to avoid been tracked."

Nah, he's just too cheap.

"We're dealing with a professional here…"

Chuck? A Professional?

"Agent Larkin, did I say something funny?"

"No sir."

"Well, I want you two to find Charles Carmichael."

"Ready to talk Mr. Carmichael? This is your last chance." The man approached Chuck with a syringe in his hand. Not needles… "What did you say?"

"Camilla! Let me talk to Camilla."

"She's not here. And I'm sure she doesn't want to talk to you. She only used you to..." Chuck saw something in those man eyes.

"Wait, do you like her? Of course you do. Who wouldn't? After all the things she did to me in that hotel room..."

"Stop!"

"I don't blame you man… I just don't understand one thing. If she was trying to seduce me for information, why didn't she do it? Why didn't she just bring me in the first place? Why did she wait three weeks only to point a gun at my stomach? I think I was the one who seduced her and disarmed her. She likes me man."

"You're lying, she doesn't…"

"Let me talk to her, go call her and I'm sure I can convince her to give you a chance."

"And why would you do that?"

"I'm sure we can arrange some kind of deal, I tell you where the weapon is, and you don't kill me."

"Okay, I'm bringing Camilla, but no funny business." After the man left the cell, Chuck managed to get out of his coffins. He saw a glass window and closed his eyes.

Okay, Chuck. Don't think too much. This is your only way out.

Chuck caught speed from the corner of the room and ran to the window's direction…

"HERE WE GOOOOO-OWN" The window didn't broke, the glass didn't even cracked, and Chuck was thrown back in the middle of the cell because of the impact, hitting his head hard.

When he managed to get upright, he saw some kind of handle… he pushed it and the window opened.

"Man, I hope they don't have cameras in this room." He closed eyes once more and jumped the window. For him it felt like minutes, but in a few seconds after jumping he had landed… He slowly opened one of his eyes and peaked. I'm not dead? A trashcan had softened his fall. "Really? A trashcan? I thought this kind of things only happened on movies."

After a slight dizziness he could finally walk and find his cell in his back pocket. He dialed and…

"Bryce? You won't believe what just happened to me!"