A Chopper pilot called chuck

by batty02

Chuck the helo revised and expanded with the wonderful help of esardi Casey goes hunting Sarahs on the war path, Beckmans pissed off and chuck is a flyboy

7. Chapter 7

Hey everyone Esardi has been burning the candles at both ends to get this out of his head

im sorry but no chuck and sarah in this one im working on the charh if you have anything you just gotta have in this story just let me know via pm or review and thanks for the reviews i read every one. thank you

Esadri wanted to run with this portion of the story so i let him.

i have a list of stories in my profile and if some one wants me to pick one up and do it next just tell me

i have another cool little adventure planned for chuck and crew and a one shot i was hoping for Nov 6 but it didnt make it in time oh well.

this story came true this last week a uscg h-60 lost oil pressure in the gear box and was able to fly to land and as they landed the crew spotted a bear headed toward them no one was hurt,but the rescue crew had to call for rescue,and the poor helicopter had open heart surgery preformed by the mechanics in the bush with bears , squirrels ,magpies,and eagles and a host of other animals wondering whats going on in there back yard. they got the Helios back flying
if anyone is a car person the mechanics had to replace the transmission box and all the oil that it had lost over the ocean with out the comfort of the hanger and they couldn't walk to the tool box the brought the box with them.

i found it kind of spooky that my story became real. so i hope you folks enjoy the chapter its dark, very dark but i hope some will like it. have no fear chuck is recovering slowly with sarah's help so i figured give them some private time to patch things up if they dont leave the house for six weeks well that's what they decide to do. i really dont have the Need to know what those two are doing.

now if chuck was a billionaire... hmm hey esardi! how about a 70/30 split?no? 60/40? 80/20... ow! that smarted okay,okay, on with the adventure ;-)

thanks for stopping by batty 02

Chapter 7 A Chopper pilot called Chuck

Home Grown Monster Part 2

Daniel Shaw arrived at Langley in full panic mode. He kept thinking to himself. 'How could I have been so stupid? Of course he was going to take revenge for us getting married. I swear if something has happened to her he is a dead man.'

He approached the secretary in front of Graham's office and did not even acknowledge her. He could hear her screaming at him "Agent! Agent stop the Director has someone…" He crashed through the door as the receptionist was calling for backup.

Daniel looked at the agent who was holding a meeting with the Director and growled, "Get out!"

Stunned the Agent did not move instead looked at the Director. Graham knew he had to act fast before things got out of hand quickly. "Agent leave us."

It was good he gave that directive because Daniel was ready to draw out his gun. When the Agent left Graham acted as calmly as he could and said, "Sit down Agent Shaw."

Daniel totally ignored this feeble attempt to delay, "Where is my wife!"

Graham spoke the truth, "We don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"It was a simple operation; she did her job perfectly…"

"What job, what operation?"

Just then two agents came barreling in. Graham held out his hand to stop them but did not ask them to leave.

"Sit and calm down. It is not helping anyone for you to be acting like this."

Daniel narrowed his eyes but did as he was told. His silence giving Graham the go ahead to continue.

"Like I was saying, it was a simple operation. Your wife is excellent at decrypting and we knew that the Ring had some files that needed decrypting, Stratton, you remember him was running that operation. All she needed to do was identify where they were operating from and then we would take them down. She completed her assignment as instructed"

"If that is the case why is she not here?"

"I instructed her to stay during the take down."

"You what?"

"It was best this way. Just in case we had not rounded up all of the Ring agents. It was really to protect her."

"Don't bullshit me Director you were setting her up as bait to see if there were any other Ring agents you could nab." Said Daniel with venom.

"I will not be talked to in such a manner Agent. Now either you listen to what I have to say or you can get out of my office! Are we clear?"

Instead of answering Daniel leaned back in the chair allowing Graham to continue.

"They were all arrested; Stratton and three others were taken to be interrogated. She was in a cell with the others and was going to be released in the morning. However, the Southwark Police Station was attacked and Agent Shaw and the rest of the Ring Agents disappeared."

"Where is Southwark Police Station?"

"London."

"So let me get this straight, you leave Eve in a cell after you captured all the bad guys and she disappears, vanishes into the night?"

"Your sarcasm is noted and not appreciated."

Taking a couple of deep breaths before he totally lost it, "What about Stratton, if he is here I would like a crack at him, believe me I will make him talk."

"Well I…umm."

"What? What are you not telling me?"

"Stratton took a cyanide pill…"

"No, this cannot be happening, you have known that a mole is in your office for the last two years and you still have done nothing?"

"You know what Agent Shaw it is time for you to leave. Agents escort Agent Shaw out of the building."

One of the Agents grabbed Shaw by the jacket and Daniel shook him off violently. "I can walk out by myself." He gritted his teeth whipped around and said, "You better hope nothing has happened to Eve Director."

"Are you threatening me Agent?"

"Oh no I am not threatening you at all."

"I think you need some time off Agent how about two weeks, no on second thought make it three."

"I hate odd numbers don't you? Why not four?"

"I aim to please, four it is, now get him out of my office."

When Daniel Shaw left Grahams office and was outside the building he was immediately on the phone contacting the airlines. He booked a ticket to London. He was determined to find Eve with or without the help of the CIA.

Graham was sitting back in his chair contemplating everything that had been said. The Assistant Director came into Graham's office. "You know that Agent Shaw is going to be on the first plane he can book to London don't you."

"God I hope so Dru. I gave him just about every clue I could."

"You wanted him to go?"

"He will do a much better job than anyone else I could send."

"What about our field assets like Agent Ryker? He was supposed to be her backup."

"He claims that he was pursuing the Director. I have had an uncomfortable feeling about him for a while."

"Well Langston, Agent Shaw is right we do need to tighten up security. Whoever the mole is he or she is costing us plenty."

Trapped

Eve felt helpless; as soon as they arrived in France they were on total lock down. The Agent and the team that had 'rescued' them remained in their tactical gear and never took off their black masks. They arrived in what Eve could describe as some sort of seedy hotel. They each were given a room that allowed them to shower and relax before meeting an Agent Livingston.

Eve was shocked when she walked in and saw that her suitcase was in her bedroom. 'How the hell?' Her heart started pounding when she checked inside and saw her cell phone. She picked it up ready to call Daniel when her spy instincts kicked in. She opened the cell phone and carefully examined it and sure enough she could barely detect it but there it was a tracker. She removed the battery; Eve knew she could not use that cell phone. She would have to weather this storm and buy a new cell phone and contact her husband.

After dinner they were all gathered to meet their new boss Agent Livingston. He was in his mid-thirties very muscular and good looking. He had the air of superiority and smugness that she really hated. He thought every woman wanted him and he could have whatever he wanted. Eve knew Livingston was going to be a problem as soon as he laid eyes on her.

"You will all be moved to an underground facility until we think it is safe to begin normal operations again. All of you will be checked again. Obviously there is a leak somewhere and we intend to find who it is."

Eve had a lump in her throat, not for the first time did she wished she was somewhere else. Later that night a bad situation became worse when she heard a knock in her door. When she opened the door there stood Agent Livingston and a bottle of Champaign.

"May I come in?"

"No you may not." Eve tried to close the door but Livingston blocked it with his foot. "Take your foot of the door." Eve growled.

"I don't think you appreciate your situation Agent."

"Get this through your head Livingston; I am not one of your cronies. I am an independent contractor. As soon as you people are satisfied with the fact that I did not betray you, I am out of here."

"Well as long as you are here why not live a little." Livingston said suggestively.

"I am married and I don't cheat."

"Then why take a job so far away from home."

"We needed the money."

Livingston rubbed his hand gently up and down her arm, "I can give you money."

"Not for all the money your organization has." Eve kick his foot out of the door and slammed it on him. Breathing hard she leaned against the door. Eve was shaking and was really hating Graham at that moment.

Once Ryker had been notified by Graham of the missing Agent, he finally got in the game and decided to actively search for this Agent Shaw. He was supposed to get in contact with her in London but had missed the meeting. He had called her and told her the reason for missing the meeting was the fact that he was being followed. Of course that was a total lie, he and his partner had business dealings with the new Director of the Ring and it had not gone well. Ryker was starting to get very pissed at the Ring for the way they were doing business and basically screwing over Ryker and his partners. It was time for a little payback and he knew exactly how he was going to achieve it.

Soon Ryker received the call he knew he would get. He looked at who was calling and smirked.

"Ryker secure."

"Ahh...Ryker always with your silly CIA standard way of answering your phone I see."

"It's something you should know well Livingston. You were CIA once."

"Ancient history."

"Yes nothing like raping that UN diplomat's daughter to get you drummed out of the agency."

"She came on to me!" Said Livingston defensively.

"We all know better than that don't we Livingston."

Gritting his teeth Livingston changed the subject. "We need background checks, something you failed to do when we last asked."

"I don't work for you!" Ryker said harshly, "if it interests me I will do it. Right now it doesn't interest me at all."

"What about we double your normal fee would it interest you then?"

"I was thinking more like tripling it. Then I would be most interesting."

"I do not know why we deal with you."

"That would be because I am your most reliable source. Do we have a deal?

Livingston was quite for a moment before he finally agreed. "Fine."

"Send me the information the usual way. I will get back to you in three days."

Three days later Eve and the rest of the group were herded into the same vans with black out windows. They went to 2 Rue Charles Nodier it was a white four story older building. From the outside it looked like any older French warehouse but when you walked in, it had been decked out with the latest electronic equipment. If you looked hard you could peek out of the window.

'At least there was light.' Eve thought. For a moment she had envisioned being placed in a bunker. The thought mortified her.

Agent Livingston once again entered and gathered everyone around. "While your files are being checked again, it should not prevent you from being the same productive people that you have always been. Everyone's work load is there. Enjoy, oh before I forget lunch will be served promptly at noon. Coffee and croissants are in the next room. Any questions direct them toArmand he will be in charge of you." With that he was gone.

Eve approach Armand, "excuse me sir."

"Yes ma'am."

"I am not an employee here; I am a private contractor and would like to leave as soon as possible."

"Name?"

"Eva White."

"Oh yes. I am sorry but no one is leaving until your credentials are checked."

"What am I to do until then?"

"Come with me."

He led Eve to a desk and a computer. He then explained how to log in and the files they needed decrypted. Eve protested, "My contract is up with you, if I am going to have to work I want to be assured that I get properly compensated!" She had to appear to be money hungry to survive.

"Because of the circumstances if you are cleared we will pay you double what we paid you last contract. Of course we would also extend an offer for you to permanently work with us."

"No thanks, I prefer to be independent."

Getting Nowhere

When Daniel landed in London the first thing he did was to go to Scotland Yard and present himself as a CIA Agent. He did not want to deal with the hassle of Scotland Yard or MI6 getting all over his grill for running a rogue operation. They accommodated him with the contacts to see at Southwark Police Station. Once there the constables cooperated fully with Daniel.

He read their reports and got to view the tapes of the Ring Agents attacking the station and the after math. Daniel cringed as he saw some of the Ring Agents talking to the prisoners and all of a sudden shooting them in the head.

"What do you make of that detective?" Daniel was asking Detective Thomas Howell who was heading the investigation.

"It looks like they are asking them questions. You see there, one of the goons is holding a paper while the other one asks a question if they do not like the answer he distracts the victim while a third man kills the poor person. That seems to be a pattern," the detective shook his head in disgust.

When the tape showed Eve, Daniel looked on with peeked interest. He let out a breath that he did not realize he was holding when she walked away.

"Who is she?" Asked the detective.

"My wife."

"Oh."

"That sounds ominous."

"Well my friend from what you told me, there is just one of two possibilities. Either they killed her or she is being held in a secluded place where she cannot get to a phone."

Daniel had a lump in his throat. Detective Howell just expressed a sentiment that he had been trying so hard to ignore for a while. However, the stark reality was that those two options were a real possibility. Not for the first time did he curse Langston Graham. Oh he knew what this had been all about, but why her and with so little backup. Then something occurred to him, her back up who was it? Daniel did not know if this would work but he had to try.

"Shaw secured."

"Holiday secured."

"Sir I need a favor."

"Weren't you told by the director to cool your heels Agent?"

"Sir I am in London."

"What are you doing there Agent."

"Please sir don't be coy with me, you know exactly why I am here."

"What do you need from me?"

"I need to know who her back-up was and how I can get a hold of him."

"Why should I help you Agent Shaw?"

"Because if that was your wife you would so the same thing."

Of course Holiday was going to give Daniel the information; he just had to make him work for it. There was a long pause before Holiday answer. "I just texted you the information you needed. This is a onetime favor don't expect any more."

"I...I understand sir, thank you very much for the assist."

When he looked at the text he was surprised. 'I know him.' He immediately called Ryker.

"Shaw secure"

"Ryker secure"

"Agent Ryker, I need to know if you have found anything concerning Eve Shaw."

"What is she to you Agent?"

"I am her husband."

"I am not sure yet, I am working on something that could give me a lead." He lied. "Where are you now?"

"I'm in London, staying at Hilton London Metropole."

"Well I have got your cell phone, I will keep you posted"

"Look Agent Ryker, I am here right now and I will be more than happy to assist you any way possible, all I want is my wife back."

"Don't worry if I need help or need to check a lead I am glad that I will have someone I can count on."

When Daniel hung up he was both hopeful and frustrated. He felt lost and that drove him crazy. 'Where are you Eve?'

Paris France

Ryker smirked when he ended the call. Using Daniel Shaw presented a whole new possibility that he had not thought of. He was definitely planning on using Eve Shaw. There were some encrypted files on the Director that he was planning on having Eve decrypt. 'Then I will let you go home.'

Ryker now knew that Eve was in lock down. First he had to protect her identity and make contact with her. It was important him to gain her trust in order to properly use her.

He decided to put forth his plan of action and called Livingston.

"Ryker secure."

"Yes Ryker what is it."

"Don't they teach you proper phone etiquette in your organization?"

"We don't find that nonsense to be necessary. Our phones are always secured."

"Good to know; now Livingston, I am going to pass you five names and I am going to need to talk to them one at a time and in private."

"Why you have never done that before?"

"There are some questions that I need to ask, if I get the wrong answer then I will be able to concentrate on that person and really check their back ground."

"This still sounds strange."

"Just do as I ask Livingston, or should I report to the Director that you are being uncooperative?"

"Fine, where and when?"

"The Novotel Paris Tour Eiffel, Room 733, I assume you know where it is located."

"Yes I do, what time?"

"At 7:30 tonight. I will need about 15 minutes with each. Remember they are to come in one at a time clear?"

"Yes, yes anything you say."

"Good, until tonight."

As the van drove to 61 Quai De Grenelle, Eve Shaw kept trying to ignore the obvious leering glare of Agent Livingston. His eyes bored into Eve and quite frankly it made her uncomfortable. She found Livingston nauseating.

Eve Shaw was the first one to arrive at the room and she softly knocked.

Ryker opened the door, he showed a sign to Eve without speaking 'Eve Shaw?' She was unsure but nodded, "Please come in."

"Who..."she began when Ryker held out his hand to stop her from continuing. Ryker took out what looked like a small wand and he put on his head phones and passed it by her. He smiled while getting closer to her. Ryker heard something and passed it again and the signal made the scanner beep. Ryker ripped the button from her dress and whispered into it, "Nice try Livingston."

In the van Livingston ripped his head set off and threw it. "Damn it," he muttered.

After smashing the listening device with his foot and making sure there were no others he quickly turned to Eve, "We don't have much time."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Agent Ryker; maybe you heard of me, I am your contact person."

"Do you have ID Agent?"

"A careful Agent I like that." Ryker took his right shoe off flipped the heel and took out his badge. He smiled at her, "do I pass?"

"Oh my god yes! How the hell do I get out of here?"

"Relax we are working on that, but we have to be careful. They have rigged the warehouse that you are at. If we went in there it would cause a terrible loss of life."

"Well what about right now, let's go right now."

"That is the thing Agent Shaw, we have a new mission objective that needs to be completed and you are in perfect position to do so." That was a total lie but Eve did not know who Agent Ryker was so she had no way of telling what a good liar he was.

"How long is this going to take?"

"No more than two to four weeks and I can guarantee you that we will have you out with no problems at all."

"What do you need me to do?"

"There are encrypted files on a folder. That server has personal information of the Director."

"What information?"

"We do not exactly know, however; that information could devastate their organization."

"What do you need me to do?"

"The folder name is GBDIR1 and the password is Nexus2004."

"How will I get in touch with you Agent Ryker?"

"Take this burn phone it only has one number, all you have to do is flip it open and it will connect you to me. The phone is completely untraceable, is there anything that I can do for you?"

"Yes, I like a cell phone to contact my husband. Also, is there any way to get that lecherous Agent Livingston off me, he disgusts me."

"I will work on the cell phone and I will make sure Livingston does not bother you again."

"Thanks, hope to talk to you soon." Eve left that hotel room with a smile on her face and finally some hope.

The Betrayal

Of course the first thing that Ryker had to produce was a fake mole. That was easy to do. Victor Pencar was the other independent contractor; he was single with no family. The poor man had no possible way of knowing he had been setup by Ryker. That night when he went to his room Hugo Panzer was waiting for him. Panzer pinned him to the floor grabbed his chin and viciously twisted the neck of Pencar as Panzer heard the satisfying pop of his victim's neck breaking.

Everyone relaxed after that. They were still being cautious but since Pencar had stayed by himself and rarely talked to anyone he was not even missed. The lock down would continue for a while but there was no longer the pressure that they had initially endured.

Evelyn for her part felt like she had full reign of the place and took the opportunity to look and decrypt those files. She went into that folder and started scanning it. Sure enough she saw what Ryker needed. There were also some hidden files that she promised herself to take a look at the next time she looked at that folder. The burn phone had a hidden USB drive and she was able to download the information that Ryker needed.

"Shaw secured."

"Ryker secured. How is it going Eve?"

"Sir I have the first part completed."

"Good I will meet you at your place."

"Is it not being watched?"

"I know a way in and out that will work one time. Hopefully they start moving you to more accommodating place next week."

What Eve gave Ryker blew him away he was completely delighted. "Eve next time I meet you I will have your cell phone Ok."

"Thanks I really need to get in contact with my husband."

"Don't worry Eve you will be home soon."

The second week came and she was excited about the fact that this assignment and hopefully her career as a field Agent would be coming to an end soon. However, what happened next further started to complicate matters on Wednesday of that week she woke up and felt nauseous and immediately went to the bathroom and threw up. She did not think anything of it. She already had the next installment of the information she needed.

However, by Friday when she kept feeling nauseous every morning she knew something was up. She needed to go to the pharmacy and get a kit. The good thing that had happened that week was that finally they were able to move around more freely. She was afraid to buy a cell phone but a pregnancy kit was a whole different matter.

When she met with Ryker that Saturday things could not look any better. They met in her room and Ryker got the second piece of the pie. "Whoa all their spy networks in Europe along with who they were seducing either with money power or women." Ryker was ecstatic and he gave Eve a cell phone. Eve then made a startling confession.

"How much longer Agent?"

"After our next meeting two more weeks and then your husband will pick you up."

"That is fantastic I cannot wait, I umm."

"What Agent what is it?"

"I am pregnant!"

"That is great!" He gave her a hug. "Congratulations I am sure that Agent Shaw will be delighted."

"Thank you Agent Ryker."

As Ryker left that day he was genuinely happy or as happy as he could be for anyone. He had used her perfectly, was getting what he wanted and he even had Daniel busy tracking down the movements of the Director. Yep things were looking up.

On the third week however, things were going to drastically change. Eve kept looking at this one file called "RED RAIN." Finally her curiosity got the better of her and she decided to decrypt the file. It had a string of missions and incidents that had occurred with the Ring and apparently a CIA cell group. She gathered it was a Cell because it kept mentioning three names. The first was Clyde Decker. She had heard of him and from what she remembered of this guy, he was a real dislikeable human being. The second operative was a Nicolas Quinn. The name sounded familiar but she could not place it. The last always said in association with KR. Now who the hell was KR?

When she started reading the files it made her upset stomach feel much worse. They had a direct link to the Hutu and Tutsi tribes in Rwanda in 1994. They supplied one side with arms and then the other. They had gold and this bunch and the Ring wanted it. The Hutu were willing to pay in gold and they were willing to provide the arms. It had been genocide killing over 800,000 people.

Apparently business had continued to be good in Africa. They were a major arms supplier on the Second Congo War in 1998. The Congo was rich in natural resources. Gold, silver, diamonds and oil attracted the Ring and this group. They had made millions of dollars and the war had lasted years, killing millions.

However, this CIA group was willing to betray and kill their own if the end justified the means. They had been behind the betrayal of Daniel and his group with Black Briar, they assassinated Morreau, been dealing drugs, were into the slave trade and obviously were behind the current CIA mole problem. Eve shook her head in disgust; she would definitely report this to Ryker.

Ryker's phone buzzed. "Ryker secured"

"Shaw secured. Sir I have all the information that you need. We need to meet as soon as possible."

"You were able to obtain the current list of all their agents in Europe?"

"That and a whole lot more."

"Good we will meet in your apartment tomorrow."

When Ryker showed up at Eve's apartment he was happy almost giddy. He could not believe his good luck. Once he got the information he needed from her today he was going to surprise both of them. 'It was time to reward my little mole.'

"Ok Eve what do you have for me?"

She reviewed the file, "I have the names and places of where these Agents are stationed at. I am surprised at how many they have. This list contains over 1000 Agents in Europe, Asia and Africa."

"Wow that is a lot." 'Damn I did not know they had so many.'

Eve continued. "They have a deep connection with Volkoff industries who is supplying their organization with a large amount of arms."

"Excellent Eve," Ryker thought that was all she was going to say. However, she had one more file to show him.

"I have discovered who the CIA mole is in Graham's staff."

"Huh?"

"There was a file called "Red Rain" apparently, these CIA Agents are in business with the Ring."

Ryker swallowed hard. "Do you have specifics?"

"Yes," Eve said enthusiastically. She started to tell Ryker everything and by the time she was finished Eve had assured herself that her life had been forfeited.

"Ok then," Ryker spoke, he was trying to get his composure under control. Sure they needed to kill this woman but he needed to have a little meeting with his partners first. Making it seemed that he was just as enthusiastic as she was he continued. "Do not worry Eve in two weeks you will be back where you deserve to be." Eve never caught the double entre.

Once he got back to his hotel Ryker called his main partner'a.

"Decker secured."

"Ryker secured, Clyde we need to meet in Paris as soon as possible and bring that lap dog Quinn with you."

"What is it, what has happened?"

"We have been compromised, now get out here!"

"Where is here?"

Ryker was busy texting his information to Decker. "Let me know when and where you and Quinn will be landing. I expect to get together with you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow then."

As soon as he picked up Quinn and Decker from Charles De Gaulle Airport Ryker could not help give a little dig to his old nemesis Quinn. "Is there not some regulation against being so fat Quinn?"

Quinn for his part gave as well as he got. "Ahh...I see that your sparkling personality continues to shine Ryker. So tell me have you had sex yet or do you continue to screw cadavers?"

Decker intervened before things got out of hand, "Enough with both of you. I did not come to Paris to listen to you two insult each other. Now if we have a problem Kieran let's hear it."

Ryker took several deep breaths as he finally removed his hand from his gun. He fully intended on ending Quinn's life for that little remark. "We are almost at my Hotel let us discuss this matter there."

They all sat together and for the first time in a long time openly discussed the elimination of one problem.

Decker really saw no problem at all. "Why not tell the Ring about her. They would eliminate her quietly and that would be that."

Quinn jumped in, "Hell you should of just have snapped her neck when she told you. It would have saved us a trip to this shit hole of a city."

Ryker shook his head, "How the hell did I ever get involved with you guys? Think for a moment, she is not some newbie CIA Agent. Her husband is a CIA Agent. Graham will feel he owes her husband something and investigate. Agent Shaw is not the only one capable of uncovering those files. The very fact they exist at all makes me and should make all of you very nervous."

"All right how about this, she gets sanctioned."

"We talked about the Ring before Quinn."

"No Ryker I am not talking about the Ring, I am talking about our own people."

"I agree," said Decker, "we have set up people before this really is a no brainer."

"Well she has not been in contact with anyone in the agency for over a month," Said Ryker as he kept thinking about this.

Quinn added as he clapped his hands together. "Let us kill two birds with one stone shall we, there is a mole in the agency right? Well let us give them one."

"How?" said Decker.

"You remember that bank account we have in Bermuda?"

"That account has three million dollars?"

"Stop being such a cheap skate Decker, it really is perfect. I will change the account to her name. I will make it look like it has been her account for years." Quinn said as he smiled evilly.

Ryker jumped in, "Let us take the information about Black Briar and the Morreau assassination and make it look like she planned it. Also make it look like she was playing her husband and pumping him for information."

"This all has to be one tidy package ready to deliver to Graham within the next 3 to 4 days. Then Clyde it will be up to you to sell it to Graham, make it part of someone's RED TEST. Can you do that Decker?" Smirked Quinn.

"Of course I can do that. How many people have we not set up? How many times have we not suckered Graham into believing our bull shit? Don't worry you give me the information and you can consider her as good as dead."

"What are you going to be doing Ryker?"

"A few things, we are going to make sure that our soon to be departed helper destroys the information on that server."

"How?"

"You remember that nasty little virus we got from Volkoff? Well once I give it to her it will be a breeze to have her unload the damn thing. Then I am going to contact the Director, tell him we discovered another mole, and tell him we need his cooperation to eliminate her as a favor to him."

That got a chuckle from all of them. "Boy Ryker you really know how to work people."

"Hey it's a living."

"Oh and a very luxurious living it is." Said Decker, as they all started laughing again.

Sarah's Red Test

Almost immediately after their meeting each one of the rogue agents went to work. They had a lot to do and a very short time to do it. Quinn flew to Bermuda to work on the bank account. Ryker had to contact Eve and start phase one of covering their tracks before her demise. Finally, Decker went back to DC and started dropping off not so subtle hints that they may be close to finding the ever elusive mole.

Eve heard her phone buzz and knew it was from Ryker. "Shaw secure"

"Ryker secure. Eve I have one more special assignment for you before we send you home."

Just thinking about home and Daniel made Eve's heart swell. "Yes Sir what is it?"

"I will meet you tonight and give you all the particulars. One more thing I want to congratulate you on a job well done."

"Why thank you sir it has been a pleasure."

They met later on that night, Ryker giving her a USB drive that contained the virus he then replaced the one on her cell phone with this new drive.

"Eve, this will be easy, all you have to do is plug in this USB drive to any computer and it will download on its own. Once it is in the system it will make its way to the server as an update. The nice thing is it will destroy everything on that server. We are doing this to protect you Eve, we cannot afford for anything to come back to you." Of course that was a complete lie, however, there was no way that at this point she would know she was being played.

"Thank you sir for looking out for me."

"Of course anything for the best mole in the CIA."

Once he left Eve, Ryker then called the other Agent Shaw.

"Ryker secured"

"Shaw secured. Agent Ryker do you have any news."

"Yes Agent Shaw we are ready to extract her, however; we will need you to fly home."

"Why…Why can I not be there for her when she gets extracted?"

"Agent Shaw this maybe a forced type of extraction, the last thing we want is to have her immediate family there where the enemy can follow you home. You would not want an enemy to know where you live and all of a sudden they show up and both you and your wife pay the ultimate price do you?"

"No…no of course not."

"Do not worry we have done this many times and it has always worked." What Ryker was actually saying was that they had screwed over people many times over in the past and of course their plan had always worked. He did say it with conviction and Shaw was sure that Ryker had the best of intentions.

All that was left was to wait until Eve did her thing with the server and then he would call the Director. Ryker had to smile to himself. 'Too easy.'

The ding on his phone indicated to Decker that he had an incoming message. 'Documents on your computer.' KR.

One day later Decker received another ding, "The Island is really fabulous this time of the year. I did not know that banking here was going to be so easy. CYIB" Decker looked at the message and smiled CYIB stood for 'check your in box.'

After speaking to the Director, Eve was moved to a much more luxurious Hotel. Pictures many pictures were taken of her and of Agent Livingston. They would see him go in; he would then take his tie off look disheveled and with a big smile on his face. For all the world who did not know any better it would appear that Livingston was visiting a lover. Of course he invited Eve for a coffee down stairs, during that time a picture of her and Livingston appearing to hold hands and Livingston kissing Eve on the cheek cemented what would be perceived as an ongoing affair.

What had really happened was that Livingston was ordered to go to that hotel and change his appearance in the bathroom. He then called Eve and she very apprehensively went down stairs to see what he wanted. Livingston held her hand to beg for Eve's forgiveness, he kissed her in the cheek as a form of congratulating her. Of course the fix was in and all Graham would see was what Decker explained to him as he went over all the false information. By the time Decker was finished he had Graham totally believing what was going on with pictures and information. Eve Shaw was a liability, she was a rouge Agent that had caused the deaths of some fine CIA operatives. Eve Shaw was a traitor that needed to be taken care of immediately.

Graham was sitting at his desk reviewing the file of one Sarah Walker. She had great potential, had come directly from the Presidential detail guarding the Vice President. She had done marvelously at the farm, top of her class and now was ready to take the next step and become a field agent.

The front desk buzzed, "Yes Miss Carson."

"Sir, Agent in training Sarah Walker to see you?"

"Send her in."

Even though Sarah was in a blue business suit it did not take away from her beauty. "Come in Ms. Walker please take a seat."

"Thank you sir."

"I have been reviewing your file and I must say your scores at the farm are simply outstanding."

"Thank you sir I have tried to be the best I can be."

"Well you certainly have done that, now for the next phase of your training before you become a full-fledged Agent."

Sarah's throat tighten, this was a moment she was dreading for a long time. She had heard rumors but was not sure they were true. Now she was about to find out they were quite real.

"Ms. Walker you already know that there may be situations where we may ask you to seduce a certain mark for information. However, there is another aspect of this job that maybe just as disagreeable and that is to follow orders that will lead you to have to terminate someone that you do not know."

Sarah said nothing instead she started sweating, she was somewhat expecting this but it is one thing to expect it and another to be hearing it.

"I believe that you are ready for the next step, I know you want to serve your country to be able to bring to justice traitors, gun dealers, drug lords and rogue agents. This is a great opportunity Ms. Walker and I am sure that you will do a fine job."

Sarah wanted to speak but her throat was completely dry, therefore, all she could do was nod.

"Good, report to Deputy Director Holiday and he will give you your assignment." With that Sarah Walker was dismissed.

Sarah reported to Dru Holiday's Office who was very matter of fact with his assignment.

"Ms. Walker, you are to take the 10:30 AM flight to Paris France. Upon arrival you are to meet with this Agent." A picture of Agent Ryker was given to her. "He will pick you up from Charles De Gaulle Airport and take you to the Hilton Paris Charles De Gaulle Airport. After you check in you will wait there. At 6:00 PM you may go down stairs and have dinner. At approximately at 7:30 pm a taxi will pick you up and take you to Cedez Le Passage Street, he is one of our Agents who will hand you a gun. Your code phrase will be 'Blue Lagoon.' His response will be, 'the water runs deep.' You will head east, when you see this woman," He showed her a picture of Eve. "You are to terminate her with extreme prejudice. Do you have any questions?"

Sarah's mind kept playing, 'terminate with extreme prejudice' over and over. Sarah kept looking at the woman. 'What did she do to deserve this?' Sarah kept thinking. At that moment she did not know if it would not be a good idea to run out of that office screaming and yelling so that everyone would know what these people were asking her to do. It was completely surreal. She just knew that at any moment someone would wake her and all of this would have been a bad dream.

"Ms. Walker did you hear me?"

"Sorry sir I just zone out for a moment."

"Well do you have any questions?"

"No sir I will do my duty."

As Holiday watched Sarah leave his office he just knew that this girl was going to be in a world of hurt soon. "I am so sorry." He whispered.

As Dru Holiday went back to Graham's office he once again felt that this sanction was all wrong.

"Did you give her the assignment?"

"Yes."

By the way he responded Graham knew that Dru Holiday was definitely not on board. "Okay Dru what is it?"

"Director I just have this funny feeling about this. It just does not feel right."

"Dru do I have to go through the mountain of evidence we have against this rogue Agent. We have placed sanctions on people for half of what Agent Shaw has done. We simply have no choice but to proceed."

"I would just feel better if we brought her in for questioning that is all."

"Dru this operation is going forward with or without your support. A quick death is more than she deserves for all the damage that she has done."

Paris France

As soon as the plane touched down, Sarah met Ryker who had a smile on his face. "First time in Paris?"

"Yes…yes it is."

"Well the city of love is just not worth seeing alone. Maybe after this assignment you will allow me to show it to you."

"Sorry Agent Ryker but I have to fly back as soon as this assignment is over." That was a total lie, however, Sarah had no intentions of having Ryker show her anything, and she found him creepy as hell.

"Well another time."

Sarah did not bother to answer. Ryker dropped her off at her hotel and wished her luck. He immediately had two of his associates set up a camera on a roof to an adjacent building that had a clear view of the street. All that needed to be done is to wait for the event to unfold.

At 7:30 sharp Sarah stepped into the cold February night. For some reason it just felt colder than usual. A taxi pulled over and picked her up. When she sat in it she said, "Blue Lagoon." The driver answered, "The water runs deep." He then leaned back and handed her a package as he drove to the destination. When he stopped he said, "I will be here to pick you up when you complete your assignment."

At the same time Ryker was calling Eve. "Shaw secured."

"Ryker Secured, Eve I need you to come now to our destination. We need to pull you out of there immediately."

"What happened?"

"Livingston found out and he is on his way to come and get you."

"Where will you be?"

"At the West end of Cedez Le Passage Street. You need to hurry."

"On my way."

She had packed everything she owned at that moment in her purse. As she was riding down the elevator however, something was bothering her. She had seen something that Ryker had on him and she was racking her brain on what it was at that moment. She started walking west on Cedez Le Passage Street as Sarah started to walk east. Sarah had a lump in her throat; she really did not want to do this. She was debating if she should just say the hell with it and leave. Then she saw Eve walking towards her. Sarah's hand was firmly grasping the 38 caliber weapon.

Just as she reached her target Eve's eyes widen at the realization of what it was that was bothering her. Ryker's key chain had the initials KR. She gasped as she dropped her purse. My god he is one of them!

When Eve dropped her purse Sarah did not know what to do, she felt horrible about shooting this woman and she certainly did not want to shoot her while leaning down to pick up her purse. So she walked on by. Eve picked up her purse and grabbed her cell phone to call Daniel. Looking directly at the reflection of Eve at that moment Sarah saw Eve picking up something shining and thought it was a gun. She whirled and fired and hit Eve in the stomach.

Eve feel in a heap as everything dropped around her. Sarah took a step forward but then heard the sirens of the Sûreté and panicked, turning around as fast as she could and literally running away.

Out of the shadows Ryker walked slowly up to Eve's body grinning. His smile stopped in mid-stream when Eve gave a great gasp and was moving. Eve had been shot but she WAS NOT DEAD. 'Damn CIA shirt.' Ryker thought. He stood over Eve who looked at him and said, "You." At that moment Ryker knew that he had been made. He slowly leaned and placed his knee on her left arm, he pinned her other arm with his left hand pinched her nose with his right hand and covered her mouth with his mouth. For anyone looking it would appear that he was providing her with aid. Ryker was instead asphyxiating Eve. She was struggling mightily.

"Daniel…Daniel! The Baby, the baby!" Unfortunately, she did not have the strength to fight back and soon succumbed to the inevitable. A Sûreté officer came 10 seconds too late.

"que s'est-il passé ?"

("What happened?")

"Je ne sais pas, j'ai entendu un coup de feu et je suis venu aussi rapidement que je le pourrais."

("I do not know, I heard a shot and I came as quickly as I could.")

The officer came closer and kneeled down next to Eve while Ryker continued to talk.

"Elle avait du mal à respirer, J'ai essayé de donner sa bouche-à-bouche, mais j'ai été trop tard."

("She was struggling to breath, I tried to give her mouth to mouth resuscitation but I was too late.")

The Officer felt for a pulse and looked at Ryker.

"Je suis désolé monsieur mais elle a disparu."

("I am sorry sir but she is gone.")

"Pauvre femme."

("Poor woman.")

Ryker was certainly giving an academy performance that night. However, if he had been watching closer he would have realized that the camera never turned off and it captured him finishing off Eve.

When Sarah went back to her room she thought for sure that she was going to be arrested at any moment. When that did not happen she went into a deep state of depression. She just could not believe what she had done. She had MURDERED someone. The worst part was that she was not sure if the woman was guilty and it was eating at her.

Ryker reported that Sarah had done her job. No sense in drawing attention to himself. Maybe one day she would be willing to show him her appreciation for what he had done for her he smirked.

Sarah was in her room wrapping her bed sheet tightly around her, hoping against hope that it was all a dream when she heard someone knocking on her door. She quickly drew her gun out, determined not to be taken alive. "Yes."

"Sarah Walker," the man said

"Who are you?"

"I have been sent by Graham."

She opened the door had the chain to protect from a quick entry. "Identify yourself."

The man quickly showed her his ID. He then said, "I am here to collect that gun miss and to give you this." It was a large package from Graham.

Sarah handed over her gun; the Agent gave her the package and left quickly. Sarah opened the package and dropped the contents on her bed. It was her shield, her 9mm Beretta along with several Clips. The package contained one more item. It looked like a video player of some kind. When she hit play a screen came on with Langston Graham.

"Congratulations Agent Walker on passing your final exam. You are now officially a member of the CIA. I know that you will do an excellent job for us moving forward. I understand this was a difficult assignment for you and you might need a couple of days to unwind. Please take a couple of days off on us and report back to Langley on Tuesday for your next assignment.

After she heard the video recording she picked it up and flung it against the wall. She then crawled into her sheets and just cried herself to sleep.

Langley DC

Dru Holiday was called into Graham's office.

"Well it's done; Agent Walker did a fine job according to Agent Ryker."

"How are you going to handle the other Agent Shaw, Art."

"Well we cannot tell him the truth that is for sure."

"Is that what you are worried about?"

"He has been with the CIA for almost eight years. He will understand that in this business something like this could happen."

"Art, did you not tell me that Shaw threatened you? I just cannot believe for one second that this man who is so passionately in love with his wife is going to accept her death and just move on."

"Dru what is the other alternative? Tell him that his wife was rouge, that she played him and was screwing some other guy, that she almost got him killed?"

"I can guarantee you that if you pull that card out you will be dead inside of a week. For your own sake you better come up with some enemy that this man can take vengeance on. Left to his own devices he will eventually find out that you ordered her termination and then my friend he will unleash death and destruction on us all."

Misery

It was a cold rainy day in North Carolina. He buried her in 'RICHMOND COUNTY MEMORIAL PARK,' next to her mother and father. He was drained completely lifeless. He could not cry any more, his voice was hoarse from screaming. He had screamed at everyone it seemed from the skies to god to Graham. They had tackled him before he was able to pull his gun out. If they had not stopped him, Daniel knew for sure that he would have ended Graham's miserable life.

Now he was suspended indefinitely. His mind was a swirl of emotions. Oh he knew someone would pay for Eve's death but who he just did not know yet. Someone had offered to drive him home. He had to laugh, what home? That empty shell of a place, the one he was supposed to share with his wonderful wife. The place he was supposed to see his children grow up in?

There was no home. He once again gave a fleeting thought of burning the place down with him inside it. Daniel Shaw was fully cognizant that he was suicidal. He knew that if he did not focus on something else soon his depression would consume him and he would surely take his life. 'His life' he again chuckled to himself sarcastically. What life? It died the moment Eve lost her life. Now life meant nothing to him. This life meant nothing to him without her.

Daniel was going through her things mechanically, he was struck by how quite his house was. It was almost deafening. The only thing he could hear was his own breathing. Never again would he hear her laughter, her jokes, those silly little noises she made to make him laugh, her whispers of love. Daniel pulled out another drawer and found his missing Cell phone, the one that he rarely used because it was too dangerous to talk in the clear. He turned in on, '46 missed calls!'

He started to listen and sure enough it was his Eve. As he kept listening his eyes watered and tears freely started falling. What broke him though was call 27, when she told him she was pregnant. All of a sudden his hand started to shake uncontrollably, the room started spinning, he felt sick threw up and fainted.

Daniel Shaw woke up in three days later. He knew that he was not home that was for sure. His arms were strapped down he had an IV on his left arm and a catheter inserted in him. His mouth was dry; he looked around in his private room and wonder how he got there.

The nurse came in and smiled at him. "How..."he caught himself, his throat felt like switch blades.

"Hold it," the nurse said, she moved quickly she poured some water in a Styrofoam cup, stuck a straw in it and let him drink slowly.

Daniel shook his head indicating he had finished. He was finally able to clear his throat. "How did I get here, where am I?"

"You are in the Psychiatric Institute of Washington. You were found unconscious by one of your neighbors. Apparently your employers placed you here for your own protection."

Daniel pulled on his straps. "I see."

"Doctor Allen will be with you shortly."

Twenty minutes later Dr. Allen walked in. "Good morning Mr. Shaw, how are you feeling today?"

"Other than being strapped to the bed, with a damn catheter in me I am just peachy. Daniel sarcastically responded."

"Ok let me make you a little more comfortable." The Doctor then proceeded to remove the catheter. "There, is that better now?"

Daniel raised his arms that were still tightly strapped to the bed. "How about these?"

"Those I am afraid will last a little longer. I need to evaluate you first."

"Just great." Daniel mumbled.

"What was that?"

"Nothing Doctor let us get on with it."

"Alright Mr. Shaw, what do you remember before you passed out."

It was like someone turned on a switched. Daniel started to convulse and scream at the top of his lungs, "Eve...Eve...those bastard killed my wife and child...Eve!"

The Doctor immediately called the nurse for assistance. "When two nurses rushed in he told them to sedate the patient immediately."

"What is wrong with him doctor?"

The doctor shook his head, "That is a very sick young man."

After several studies the report had been complete mental break down. He was also showing signs of paranoia, and early stages of Schizophrenia. Shaw in Doctor Allen's mind was a complete mess. It would take a long time to cure him if that was even possible. He was recommending LATUDA which was a new drug on the market for Schizophrenia.

Graham read the report and knew he had to act fast. He never believed in any of that mumbo jumbo crap. Graham was counting on the oldest motivation in the book to snap Shaw back to reality and that would be good old fashion revenge. He walked into the facility late one night with two body guards. Graham looked at Shaw for the first time in a month and he was a horrible sight.

"Agent Shaw do you recognize me?"

"Of course Director I am much saner than they are making me out to be."

"Good, I am here to report to you my final findings concerning your wife." Shaw immediately started to tense up. "Calm down agent, this is your chance to get a little payback for what these scum did to you and your wife."

Shaw was nearly panting. Looking around like the enemy would soon come out of the walls. Graham literally picked him up and growled at him. "Are you man enough to go after the man who raped your wife or are you going to cower here under your bed sheet?"

Shaw started blinking rapidly and breathing heavily. Graham frustrated pushed Shaw down and said, "Let's go, I hate talking to cowards."

He was about to leave when Shaw's hand shot up and strongly grabbed Graham by the arm. "Who raped my wife?"

Smiling Graham turned to Shaw, "Are you ready for some payback?"

Shaw stood up and looked Graham in the eye, "Oh hell yeah!"

Two days later back in Graham's office the now clean shaven and deadly serious Daniel Shaw was receiving his instructions from the Director.

"This man," Graham gave Shaw a picture of Agent Livingston. "Is the one responsible for your wife's death. However, as despicable as this person is I want you to realize that the entire organization is at fault. We learned from Agent Ryker who was in contact with your wife that there are nearly 1000 Agents in Europe alone. They are the decease that your wife fought so hard and eventually gave her life for."

"If you take this assignment it has to be off the books. I will fund you, however, to all concerned you are a retired ex CIA employee. We will disavow any relationship we may have with you."

"So what you are saying is that I am basically on my own, I can do anything and use any means necessary am I right?"

"Yes, just get me results."

"How do you want this, via video, pictures, severed heads what?"

"No videos please that kind of evidence can become a problem."

"Fine, I need one hundred thousand dollars in a Swiss Bank account. You will need to replenish it periodically when I run low. I will send you the account number as soon as I create it."

Graham extended his hand and said, "Get me results son."

Shaw smirked grabbed his coat and did not shake Graham's hand. "I will be in touch with you soon."

Turning to the Dark Side

Two days later Shaw was at the Swiss National Bank opening up an account. After completing his assignment he texted Graham the account number so this little adventure could get started. There were people to see and definitely kill. 'Don't worry Eve, soon baby soon.'

It did not take long and he received a reply from Graham 3 hours later confirming the deposit. Shaw checked and sure enough it was there. He booked a flight to Paris anxious to get started.

Back in DC

Dru Holiday was busy reading the Washington Times when he saw a story that got his attention. It was reported that a patient by the name of Daniel Shaw who had been institutionalized at the Psychiatric Institute of Washington had escaped. Holiday found it funny as there was no one that he knew that would have institutionalized him.

Also, escaping from a place like that was highly improbable. He wanted to talk to Graham about it just in case they needed to take action.

Miss Carson buzzed Graham. "Director, the Assistant Director is on line 2."

"Thank you Miss Carson."

"Yes Dru what is it."

"Art are you aware that Daniel Shaw just escaped from a mental institution?"

"You don't say."

At that moment Dru Holiday knew that Director Graham was involved. "Oh my God Art you didn't"

"Why don't you stop at my office and we will discuss this further."

Dru Holiday power walked the three flights of stairs. Every step he took he got angrier. 'Had Graham lost his mind?' From what he had read the Psychologist in charge thought that he was unstable and a danger to anyone he came in contact with. 'How could he hope to control such a man?'

Dru Holiday burst through the doors of the Director's office angrier than ever. "My god Graham how in the world could you do this? This man is dangerous."

"I really do not care what Daniel Shaw does with his time Dru."

"You cannot fool me Art I know; just like I am standing here I know he is somehow working for you."

"And how are you going to prove that ASSISTANT DIRECTOR? What are you offering as proof your gut? Now I suggest that you do your job and I will do mine."

"Alright director you win for now, I just hope that Daniel Shaw does not find out about his wife or you may not live to regret it."

Paris France

Daniel Shaw knew how to move about in some of the seedier circles of town. He started showing the picture of Livingston and throwing money around.

At night when he would get back to his hotel, paranoia was now the order of the day. Not because he was afraid of dying, actually he welcomed it. Daniel Shaw just did not want it to come too soon. He had a debt to pay and he intended of keeping his promise to Eve. He intended of making every Ring Agent remember and fear his name.

Daniel took precautions, he had a sensor by the door that would beep loudly in his ear piece that he had with him whenever he actually got any sleep which was not often. He also decided it to start sleeping in the closet. 'No sense giving the enemy a clear shot at you.' He realized that he had become a real light sleeper. The worst part though was when he slept, oh the nightmares. He would often wake up drenched in sweat as the same dream kept repeating itself.

It would be Eve holding a baby, screaming for help as the too slow Daniel Shaw never seemed to make it on time. They would both die a horrible death with Eve saying, "Why Daniel, Why did you not save us." It just made him more determined than ever to get even for what they did to Eve.

Shaw visited Pigalle considered one of the seedier clubs in Paris. Henri Lefebvre claimed that he knew where to find Livingston but it would cost ten thousand dollars. Shaw smiled at Lefebvre; He had asked Graham for a laptop with the ability to check every identification. He would take a picture with his small hidden camera and then run it through the software. When he ran Lefebvre, he knew that he was a small time wannabe Ring associate. When Lefebvre asked for ten thousand dollars, Shaw had asked for his phone number to see if his 'bosses' would be willing to pay the money.

Shaw knew that Lefebvre would be up to no good, he would probably try to capture him and offer him to the Ring as evidence that he was worthy to join the organization. Shaw however had other ideas. He realized that scum like this would not last long under pressure and he planned on providing plenty.

Once Shaw called Lefebvre they agreed to come to Daniel's motel for the meet. Lefebvre brought two thugs with him, Shaw was waiting for them and he hid in the closet. When Lefebvre knocked on the door Daniel told them to come in. Lefebvre's thugs came in firing tranqs; their intention was to capture Shaw alive. However, from behind Shaw did the same thing and both thugs got tranqed and fell like logs. Lefebvre walked in confident that his men had captured Shaw; he was shocked when he saw Daniel with a gun. Soon he was in a chair securely cuffed and sweating bullets not knowing what Shaw was going to do.

"Ok Lefebvre let us start. Where is Livingston?"

"Je ne sais pas comment m'exprimer en anglais."

("I do not know how to speak English.")

Daniel took out a knife, "You know Lefebvre, you can cut out the bullshit, and I know you can speak English real well."

"Je ne comprends pas ce que vous parlez."

("I do not understand what you are are talking about.")

Shaw grabs one of the unconscious thugs by the hair. He smiles wickedly at Lefebvre and then he slowly cuts his throat. "Now do you remember how to speak English?" Lefebvre gulps he was frighten but held firm.

"Vous porc américain, vous allez payer pour ce que vous avez fait à mon ami!"

("You American pig, you are going to pay for what you did to my friend!")

"Still playing that game Lefebvre?" This time Shaw moved much more swiftly picking up the other thug and stabbing him twice in the throat and letting him slide slowly to the floor. "Opps no more friends to kill, I guess that just leaves you to have fun with."

Lefebvre was visibly sweating now and Shaw was licking his lips in anticipation. "Last chance." He said menacingly.

"Veuillez arrêter!"

("Please stop!")

"I have to admit you are defiant to the end." Shaw swiftly moved forward and stabbed Lefebvre in the leg. Lefebvre screamed in pain and Shaw started to slowly twist the knife.

"Stop, stop, please stop!"

"Well I see that your English has improved immensely." Shaw was chuckling now. "So now that we have that settled let us talk about Livingston."

"I...I can't he will kill me!"

Shaw shook his head in amusement. "Lefebvre... Lefebvre... Lefebvre, you don't have to worry about Livingston." He then got very serious grabbed Lefebvre's left hand and cut off his pinky finger. Lefebvre's scream was deafening.

Shaw got real close to Lefebvre's ear." If you don't tell me," he whispered. "I am going to cut off all you fingers."

Lefebvre finally understood this man before him was a lot more dangerous than Livingston ever was going to be. "He is..." Lefebvre gulped air from the pain, "He...he is at 2 Rue Charles Nodier, they...they have an entire complex there."

"Now see how easy that was."

"Please no more pain."

Shaw went to the bath room to wash the blood away by stripping off his clothes and showering. He then said. "Don't worry Lefebvre I am not going hurt you any more, that would be unprofessional."

He then opened the door to his closet where there were two large cans of gasoline; he took his suitcase out and then got another back pack out. Shaw opened it and took out one block of C4 and set the timer to one minute.

"Well good luck I am sure that when they find you soon."

"Where are you going?"

"To find Livingston of course."

Lefebvre thought he had survived the encounter; he was starting to relax when he started to hear a beep of the countdown of the C4. He only had time to say, "No, no!" before the while wing blew up.

Daniel drove to the address that Lefebvre had given him and parked. As luck would have it he did not have to wait long, Livingston arrived15 minutes after he had parked. Daniel Shaw sat back and waited. Livingston stayed about two hours. Daniel relaxed as he had some croissants, wine and cheese while Livingston did what he needed to do at the base. When he came out he got in his car and followed. Once he found out where Livingston lived he went to work on his car placing not only a tracker but wiring a remote bomb.

Shaw then suited up in black tactical gear and climbed the three stories just to plant listening devices and a camera on the window ledge. Shaw was really happy with all of the toys that Graham had sent him. Anything and everything he wanted he gave him. Well it was about to pay off. He was listening in and besides the Director which he was able to trace to a London location and found his immediate boss to be a Spaniard by the name of Javier Vazquez.

Well he did get a lot of information by listening for just one night. Now it was time to set the trap have a little fun torturing him and then repaying Graham for some of the toys and money he shelled out. Shaw in his deteriorating state was starting to get giddy just thinking of the torture. Of course the information he would get that lead to future victims was just a plus.

Daniel bought a light metal tub that was used in the olden days to wash clothes by hand. He could not wait to show Livingston his igneous invention that Shaw had thought up just for him. 'That is right Eve, Livingston will remember you soon.'

After Livingston left Shaw was busy tracking him, he knew where he was. Therefore, he confidently walked to his apartment complex took his time and broke into his apartment. Once in he took his time and walked all the way around the apartment getting used to the surroundings.

He finally went down stairs and brought in his tub. The problem that Shaw realized was the fact that he did not have the necessary equipment that he needed to use the tub properly so he rush out to the store to buy two huge pots. He got back two hours before Livingston got home.

Shaw relaxed, drank his beer made some ham and eggs and patiently waited for Livingston to show. Shaw was busy looking at the tracker and knew that Livingston was on his way. He turned off the light and got ready to give Livingston a reception he would never forget. As soon as Livingston came through the door he sucker punched Livingston effectively knocking him out.

When Livingston woke up half an hour later he was tied up in a chair. Both his shoes and his pants were missing. He was waking up and Shaw decided to help him along by throwing some cold water in his face.

"Ah...there you are Livingston." Daniel said happily.

"Who...who are you."

"I am the husband of this woman," He should him a picture of Eve. "Or more appropriately was her husband until you and your bunch killed her."

Livingston visibly gulped which to Shaw's eyes clearly indicated his guilt. "Well I guess I do not need to say anymore."

"Now for the fun part Mr. Livingston, you are to tell me everything about your little operation at 2 Rue Charles Nodier. Then you are going to tell me about the Spaniard Javier Vazquez."

"Livingston started to laugh at Shaw; I will not tell you anything. You can stop right now, I will never talk."

Shaw smiled evilly, "I am sooo happy you think so. However, why waist my breath, let us get this show on the road shall we."

"Shaw taped Livingston's mouth shut. He then put on some cooking mitts and grabbed the first of two pots of boiling water and placed then in the tub. That tub was no more than two feet deep so after he poured the second pot it was nearly full. He took his mitts off and quickly dipped his finger. Man that hot!"

He then tilted the chair that Livingston was strapped it and slid it over to where the tub was. Livingston's feet were dangling in the air and Shaw whispered in his ear, "Let's see if this jars your memory." He then dropped his feet into the tub with boiling water. Livingston started screaming as the skin around his feet were literally cooking. His eyes were wide and tears were streaming freely.

He held his feet for 15 seconds before he raised them out of the water. "Did that inspire your tongue at all?"

Once Shaw removed Livingston's tape he was still defiant. "Livingston spat at him, I am going to kill you!"

"Sorry you only get to kill one Shaw, and for that I am going to make you pay." Shaw this time let the chair fall backwards and Livingston hit his head hard against the floor. He was temporarily stunned and Shaw took full advantage of that. He re-taped Livingston's mouth shut took his knife out and started to slice open the soles of Livingston's feet. Even with the tape shutting his mouth Shaw could hear Livingston screaming in pain and he relished it. Shaw felt alive and in control. He was well aware that Livingston would not last long.

"You did well holding on for 15 seconds, let us see how you do with 30 seconds." He thought that Livingston would lose his ability to speak since he was screaming so loudly through the tape.

Thirty minutes later and this torture Livingston was receiving finally had its affect, "Please…Please no more…no more Please."

Shaw clapped his hands with joy. "I love it when someone sees the light. Now first tell me about the base? Then I want to know about the Spaniard."

What Shaw found out was that that the only way through the door was to use your hand for the scanner to recognize you. There were very few guards at the facility at that time of night and there should be no more than thirteen people which were mostly analysts working at this time. He then proceeded to tell him everything about his immediate boss.

After the conversation with Livingston he knew that he would have to do something in order to get into the complex. Then it came to him, oh this was going to be easier that he thought. "I will be right back don't you go anywhere.

A very hoarse Livingston said, "You…you cannot get in there with me." Shaw just smiled and went down stairs. Even though he was no longer been dipped in boiling water, Livingston was in excruciating pain." Shaw came back with something underneath his arm, a box, and a small can of gasoline.

"Wha…What is that for?"

Shaw smiled, "well you told me that I need a hand scan in order to get into your sight right?" He then unsheathed the machete. "You're too heavy to carrying so I am going to lighten the load." He said laughing.

"Nooo!" Livingston screamed as Shaw cut his hand off!

"You know what," Shaw said to a now unconscious Livingston who had fainted from the pain. "I forgot to ask you which hand. Oh well no matter." Shaw then proceeded to cut off his other hand. He placed them both in the box looked around to see if he needed to take anything then opened the small can of gasoline and completely dosed Livingston. He then went through Livingston's pants and searched for the keys. Satisfied with his handy work Shaw started for the door. "It is so sad that I have to bid you goodbye. Say hi for me to your brother Lucifer." He took the towel that he had dipped in gasoline and set it on fire and threw it in the proximity of Livingston. It immediately caught fire as the room started to get engulfed with flames quickly. Chuckling to himself he went to Livingston's car and drove it next to his car. He got the C4 and several weapons and drove to his next destination.

'That was for you Eve!'

Daniel headed to the warehouse where he parked the car on the street in front of the warehouse. He got out and calmly set the timer to one minute and took all the goodies out of the car. When it exploded it got the attention of everyone in the area. It turned out it was Livingston's right hand that opened the door. A colt 45 with a silencer quickly dispatched of the two guards. He then went methodically killing everyone including the women. He did leave one analyst alive to show him where the servers were. After he shut down the server and removed the hard drives Shaw shot him in the leg.

"That is your reward for helping me. If you can get to the door in 3 minutes then you will make it out of here alive." Daniel then went about setting C4 blocks around the complex; the last analyst was having a hard time crawling to the door. Daniel mean while exchange his clothes for a fresh pair after washing himself in the bathroom, he smelled of gas. Shaw then set the timers to 3 minutes and passed the analyst on his way out. "You better hurry up, you do not have much time." He joked, Daniel felt giddy with joy.

He just walked up to a man who was looking at the fire in amazement. "Sir, oh sir." He said to the man in the car.

"Je ne comprends pas."

("I do not understand.")

He approached the car and said.

" Je déteste parler français! "

("I hate speaking French!") Then he shot the man in the head. Pushing him to the passenger's seat he told the now dead man. "If I get blood stains on my new pants I am going to be quite angry!"

He drove to where his car was, opened the trunk and got out one of only three blocks of C4 he had left. 'Hmm…It looks like I am going to have to order some more from Langston.' he smiled. He then set the timer to two minutes and flipped it inside the car. 'I think I want to celebrate; I am going to stay at the Hilton tonight, I feel like lobster!' He was laughing loudly.

A few seconds later he heard a huge explosion and he just shook his head chuckling. Later on that night Shaw leisurely called Graham. "Hi how are you."

"Who is this?"

"That hurts Langston, gone for a few weeks and already forgotten?" Shaw said laughing.

"Shaw is that you?"

"The one and only."

"You need more money?"

"Oh I am going to need several things, but first the good news; you can scratch one Ring base off the map!" He said cheerfully.

That got Graham's attention. "I am staying at the Hilton room 645. I booked it for two days but I have already paid for it. I am going to leave you a box with your name in it a bunch of hard drives that belonged to their server. You can scan and decrypt away to your heart's content."

"Leave the box under the bed just in case."

"Good idea Langston."

"Any prisoners to interrogate?"

"Now Langston you know that is not part of the deal. I give you good Intel but everyone else will die. Although I did leave one man alive tonight."

"Why would you do that?"

"Because I want them to know someone is hunting them, I want them in fear as I kill them one by one. Believe me when I say Europe is going to be a washed in blood by the time I finish with them." He was laughing almost uncontrollably.

"Shaw…Shaw."

"Yes Langston." It was creepy how he all of a sudden was totally able to control himself.

"Where are you off to next?"

"I have never been to Spain; I hear Madrid is lovely this time of year. As soon as I arrive in Spain I will let you know what I need."

"What about the C4's we gave you do you need for us to extract them?"

"No need I used them all."

"You what?"

"Good night Langston." Shaw then hung up.

Just before he got on the plane for Spain he went to the flower shop drove to Cedez Le Passage Street and left a bouquet of flowers there. He would return there many times after each successful mission. That is how a reign of terror began for the Ring as Shaw was the most ruthless adversary they had ever seen. He would torture his victims to death with ever new innovations. It seemed that he had a different style for every kill. He could either skin you alive; place a cage around you a let a very angry Rat loose on you. Hang his victims with chicken wire by their testicles, gouging the eyes, he just thought up of every method. There was just nothing off the table.

Dru Holiday was horrified at what was happening. Graham would continue to deny everything but Dru knew that he was behind it all. Holiday just could not take it anymore and after a year of fighting Graham he just gave up and resigned.

The Enemy Of my Enemy is My Friend

It was December of 2007; Shaw had been in LA for two days. It would be New Year's soon, however, he could care less about the holidays that had died a long time ago just like everything else that was good and decent in his life.

He was sitting around the RITZ-CARLTON, sipping some wine. Congress woman Betsy Meyers was making a fund raising stop there. The Democrat representing the San Francisco area was the perfect liberal. She said all the right things about human rights and equal pay. What no one would believe was that Meyers had been a Ring Elder for almost eight years and she believed nothing that she was promoting. It was the perfect cover really, give her minions what they wanted, make them believe what they thought she believed in and she was set.

Behind her sweet demeanor was a raging anarchist. She like every elder thought that what the US needed was less freedom and more control and if the current rate of debt continued the US would be bankrupt and the government could be in chaos. That is when they would take over.

"A wine drinker I see." Ted Rourke smiled at Shaw.

Daniel glared at this new comer, 'who the hell was this idiot.'

Ted picked up Shaw's glass and sipped it. "Hmm...Nice taste Rioja from Spain I believe."

Shaw smirked, "Who the hell are you?"

"Sorry did not mean to be rude, my name is Ted Rourke." He said cheerfully.

"Why does that name sound familiar?"

"Well that is because I am the leader of Fulcrum."

Daniel is immediately reached for his weapon. "Calm down Agent Shaw, I am not your enemy."

"How do you know my name?"

"We have many moles within the CIA. You are Graham's personal attack dog against the Ring."

"I am no one's attack dog!" Shaw growled back.

"You mean you do not have a Swiss bank account, or take equipment from him to eliminate all those Ring Agents?"

When Daniel did not answer Rourke continued, "I will take that as a yes. So tell me what do you take out of this?"

"Revenge."

"That would be for your wife right?"

"Yes."

"I can understand that, I have read the reports, yes I can easily understand why you would want to kill all those bastards. Personally I have loved all the kills you have piled up against our competition. It has helped us a lot."

"So why do I get the feeling that you somehow are going to plead their case to me, maybe ask me not to be so cruel."

"You are quite perceptive for being the crazy man that they make you out to be."

"I am not backing off a bit so you can save your breath."

"Oh my boy you have totally misunderstood me. Their Director that by the way has been in hiding claims to have some information concerning your wife. I strongly suggest that you view it. Bring it back with you and let us examine it together."

"Why should I listen to you?"

"I have a vested interest in you, and I think we could work together."

"What and betray Graham, I don't think so."

"Well let us say this, if the information that the Ring Director gives you is what I think it is, you will be more than happy to betray Graham."

Shaw narrowed his eyes, "What are you talking about Rourke?"

"You will not believe me if I tell you. Go have your meeting with the Ring Director and then let's talk."

"Why should I meet with him it could be a trap?"

"You will have my Agents protecting you." Rourke snapped his fingers. "Agent Shaw meet Agent Smith. Agent Smith makes sure we have enough Agents to protect our new prospect."

"You seem awfully sure of yourself Rourke."

"No I am sure about the information."

"I am not meeting that prick in Europe."

"You pick the place and he will be there."

"Ok we will do it your way."

"You will not be disappointed."

New Revelations

After some negotiations it was decided that the meeting would be held in Burbank. The Ring had an underground center. Shaw and Smith arrived and so did three SUVs with over 15 men. The Ring would only allow Shaw, Smith and three other Fulcrum Agents.

They were lead to a coke machine where one of the Agents hit several buttons on said machine and down they went much faster than Shaw liked. They were lead down a long corridor into a dark room. Once they were clear and the Ring Agents left, the holographic figure of the Director came into view.

"What is wrong Director you afraid I might be tempted to kill you."

"That is correct Daniel."

"You may address me as Agent Shaw pond scum."

"Alright Agent Shaw, I direct you to the front screen. Out popped Eve as she was laughing and caring on with Shaw. Daniel's eyes widen, 'Where the hell did they get this footage from.' Then the screen goes dark and a dark and foggy street appears. Shaw knows this is Cedez Le Passage Street since he has been there so many times before. Then he sees Eve walking and a blonde passing her by. He then sees the blonde woman shoot Eve and he says, "Nooo!"

Gritting his teeth he takes a swing at the holographic image of the Director.

"And you wonder why I did not want to be there in person."

"This changes nothing!"

"On the contrary Agent Shaw it changes everything."

"Who is the bitch who killed my wife?"

"We do not know, all we are certain is that she is CIA."

Shaw ponders for a moment as realization slowly seeps in of what this meant. "What do you want?"

"We want you to stop mindlessly attacking us. We also may ask for you a favor at some point."

"I will stop attacking you under one condition."

"What would that be?"

"That you provide me with a copy of that video clip."

"Why?"

"So I can play it when I get lonely," Shaw said sarcastically. "What do you care?"

"How about the favor that I asked about?"

"The only favor that I am willing to concede for now is to stop killing your useless Agents, if I were you I would embrace that offer."

"Agent Avers please give a copy of that movie clip to Agent Shaw."

Shaw stopped for a moment and thought, then spoke to the Director. "How about you answer a question for me and I will see that you get a nice surprise for me in return."

"What kind of surprise?"

"It will be something that you wanted, something that could give you a lot of power."

"The intersect."

"A cipher."

"What is your question?"

"Who gave you this information?"

"Someone who needs Graham out of the way."

"Do not be coy with me Director, just answer the damn question."

"Alright, it is a CIA Agent that is afraid Graham is getting too close to finding him out."

"The mole."

"Excuse me?"

"I said the mole, the one that has been working with you for a long time."

The Director's silence confirmed what Shaw suspected. "I will be in touch when I get you the Cipher, but be warned, I will only deal with you, not one of your cronies."

When they left the building and got into the SUV's Agent Smith finally spoke. "Why did you offer them a cipher? We are trying to build one of our own."

"I have no intention of giving that rat bastard anything but a permanent vacation in hell."

"I thought we made a deal."

"Yeah to go after the people who killed my wife."

"But…"

"Don't you get it Agent Smith, they were involved as well. The Director and his mole just want me to get rid of another piece of shit who gave the order. However, just like I am going to get rid of Graham I intend to finish the Director as well."

Saving Chuck Bartowski.

"I do not know if I like this." Spoke Rourke.

"I am sure that you have lost people before, I need to make it look like they have a legitimate cipher for this to work."

"Yes but Mr. Colt and his team have served me well."

"Look at the benefits, no more Langston Graham."

"Alright Shaw I will go with your plan but this better work. Mr. Colt and his people are some of our best operatives."

"One thing, Colt cannot know that this Cipher is fake."

Rourke took a deep breath, he did not like losing this special team but if they could get Graham?' Not for the first time did he carefully examine Shaw. 'This man only lives for the kill. He might be a problem in the future.'

Echo Park

Chuck, Sarah and Casey had just completed another successful mission. Chuck thought for sure that he was finally going to get his date with Sarah before she was reassigned.

He was busy preparing for her his specialty Peperoni Chicken and wanted everything to go right.

Across the way in Casey's apartment things were not going as well.

Director, General ma'am, it is just not fair. Chuck Bartowski has honorably served this country and he deserves better than what you are suggesting. The General bowed her head and was truly conflicted. Major Casey was correct, what they were doing was illegal, immoral and totally against her sense of right and wrong.

However, it was a different story for Graham who could not believe what he was hearing. "And just who is going to watch him Major?" Graham growled.

"Are you willing to stay in Burbank and protect him?" This was unbelievable. What the hell had happened to the Major and don't even get him started on his wild card enforcer. They had been rendered helpless by a damn geek. This had to stop and right now.

"You have to do this for the greater good!" He almost screamed.

Back in D.C.

After the call Graham turned to Beckman. "This is your entire fault Diane, if we had stuck the intersect in a bunker like I wanted to do from the beginning this would not be happening now."

"Chuck has been a blessing Art, I just do not understand why you are so damn gun ho about eliminating someone who has been so instrumental in completing so many missions."

"Chuck? Seriously Diane Chuck? No wonder I get the feeling that no one with the exception of me sees the danger that a Chuck Bartowski poses if he were allowed to live. I do not trust the NSA and I certainly do not trust your Major."

As Graham walked out of Beckman's office he was fuming. Not long before Agent Walker had refused of all people her partner to go with him. She had unbelieving stayed with this asset instead of going with Bryce. He shook his head. She was clearly so compromised that he never dared tell her what they were going to do. Now even the Major was wavering. As soon as he arrived at his office he called his assistant.

"Miss Carson."

"Yes Director."

"Get me in contact with Nicholas Quinn."

"Yes sir."

He sat back in his chair and contemplated. 'Tomorrow by this time he would have ten Agents with the intersect. Your days of a wannabe Agent are over Bartowski.' He found him annoying and someone undeserving of receiving the intersect.

"Director."

"Yes Miss Carson."

"Agent Quinn on line one."

"Agent Quinn."

"Yes sir."

"I have a special assignment for you. I need you to go to Burbank and take care of a problem for me personally."

"Sir I am on special assignment right now."

"Well break cover I need this done as soon as possible."

"In order for me not to get killed I will need two days. Can you hold on for two days?"

Graham took a deep breath, 'damn nothing is going right.' Then he realized that once the upload happened he would be free to reassign Walker and Casey would be reassigned as well. Chuck Bartowski would be alone with no protection. 'This might end up being better than I thought.'

"Alright fine Quinn I expect you here in two days."

Quinn of course knew that the fix was in. Quinn, Decker and Ryker had once again gotten together and given the Ring Director the video of Sarah's red test. They knew that Graham was getting closer to finding out about their operations. For the Ring it had been a blessing and it had meant a whole new atmosphere of cooperation between the groups. It was something that had been missing for the last two and a half years when the Ring Director had once again screwed over the CIA trio right after Eve's death.

They were anticipating what was about to occur. A changing of the guard if you will. Three days before Shaw and two of the well placed moles had gotten into the white room. They had rigged the sensors with enough C4 to blow up an entire wing of the CIA building. The only thing Shaw regretted was the fact that he would not be there personally to see the bastard that had ordered Eve's death to look at him straight in the eye and know it was him.

After they had set the charges one of the moles said, "Why did you place that message on the console?"

"It was the least I could do without tipping my hand. It will be comical when he reads it." Laughed Shaw.

As planned Graham could not wait to initiate his intersect project again. He had his 10 agents ready to download the intersect, this would be a glorious day for him and for everything he had worked for. After today the CIA would be once again calling the shots and the damn NSA could take a back seat.

"Ready Director?"

"Go Ahead." The Cipher was placed in its proper place once initiated there would be a 10 second delay before it would detonate the C4. The white room was ready, the intersect was initiated, Graham with his chest held out gave the command. There was a whirl and then a strange message appeared on the board. 'FULCRUM WANTS TO THANK YOU, HAVE A NICE DAY.'

The large explosion rocked the entire building. Outside Shaw was sitting in a park bench as all hell broke loose; he was busy eating and ice-cream enjoying the day. He had a smile from ear to ear.

Burbank

As soon as word came down, Diane Beckman was on the phone to Casey. "Major disengage immediately and resume for regular handler duties."

"Roger that," He whispered from Chuck's room.

Personally he was relieved, he really did not know if he would have gone through it.

There was a knock on the door. 'Sarah.' Chuck thought. He opened the door and an anxious Agent announced, "Sorry Chuck you are once again the only intersect, our date has been cancelled."

Chuck had a lump in his throat. 'Will this ever happen between us?'

One Month Later

"Meadow Branch really?"

"Come on Shaw. A little levity here." Chuckled Rourke.

"Listen Rourke I know you think that this cul-de-sac in the middle of suburbia is an excellent place for you to hide the intersect, however, I think you are making a mistake. I would have definitely placed the base underground. This is simply too dangerous."

Rourke smiled at Shaw, his planning had simply been genius. With the death of Graham the CIA was in chaos. They needed to recover, no more white room. They would have to build it from scratch. Fulcrum now had the lead on everything including the intersect.

"What is going on with the CIA right now Shaw?"

"We have dealt them a serious blow. They will be in chaos although they could temporarily give Beckman full reigns over everything while they take their time choosing a replacement for Graham."

"Well you have been right about everything so far. With the blow you are about to deal to our competitors, I think we will be number one for a while."

"Yes that Ring Director became very keen in our cipher once we took Graham out."

"It looks real you know." Smiled Rourke.

"What does?"

"The fake cipher and documents that you are planning on giving our soon departed Ring Director."

"Just remember, what we planned."

"Who do you think you are talking to Shaw?"

"I know but we must strike all at once to make this work." Shaw smiled and continued.

"I cannot wait to get a chance to interrogate that Elder Meyers and if you attack the Ring base simultaneously, well let us say they will be on the run." An evil smirk was making its way to Shaw's lips.

"How are you planning destroying that base?"

"Oh let's say an accident is going to happen. One of the B2 bombers will fly out to the sight and drop a bunker buster on them." Rourke said laughing

"How did you get that to happen?"

"You will not believe what money can buy you."

Just then one of the females that were posing as someone's wife came over to flirt with her boss and the newcomer.

"You seem tired Mr. Rourke, how about I give you a message." She said seductively

Rourke looked at her up and down and said, "You have the best hands Audrey."

"How about you would you like a message as well?"

Shaw leaned in and showed Audrey his ring finger. "I am married," He said angrily. "And I don't cheat!" he almost shouted at her.

Audrey was taken aback, "I...I am sorry I did not know."

Just then Agent Smith came up and noticed there was considerable tension in the air and the murderous look Shaw was giving Audrey, "Are you ready to go?"

And just like flipping a switch Shaw was his sweet acting self again. "But of course." Turning back to Audrey he said, "Don't worry about that you did not know."

As Shaw left Audrey turned to Rourke giving him a questioning look.

For his part Rourke just shook his head indicating to Audrey not to say anything.

Ring vs. Fulcrum

Paris

Shaw had demanded that the meeting with the Director be held near the place that Eve had been killed. There was a little cafe there and it would be perfect. Each side had agreed to bring 4 Agents besides themselves. Of course Shaw had no intension of agreeing to anything. There were 10 other Fulcrum Agents just waiting outside the parameter. For his part the Ring Director was no fool himself, he brought 5 more Agents including 2 snipers. He trusted Shaw as far as he could throw the Eifel Tower. If this was a trap he wanted to be ready. Shaw had ordered that 5 of the Fulcrum Agents be deployed around the area and use tranq guns. He wants to interrogate the Ring Director before he met his demise.

Shaw had a lump in his throat as he walked down Cedez Le Passage Street. He looked down to where he had left Eve her last bouquet of flowers noticing there was nothing there. 'I will have to rectify that.' Waiting for him the Director and was sitting on one of the chairs outside the small cafe.

"Right on time," Said the Director.

Shaw looked at him with a cold stare. "After tonight we will be even."

"Shall we get started?"

Shaw nodded to one of the Fulcrum Agents who produced the fake cipher. "That is my gift to you." Shaw smile sinisterly.

The Ring Director looked at it in awe. "Now as we agreed the paperwork work will cost you 5 million. Did you bring the laptop?"

The Director snapped his fingers and a laptop was brought forward. "Why don't you sit down Daniel?"

Shaw growled at him, "I have told you once before to address me as Agent Shaw!"

The switch in personalities was really quite amazing. It even surprised Agent Smith who thought Shaw was going to blow the whole thing in a fit of rage.

The Ring Director's breath caught and his men behind him tensed ready to act. However, Shaw's angry reaction was once again gone as Shaw smiled and said. "Ok let me input my account number."

'This one is ready for the Looney bin.' The Ring Director thought. After typing his account number Shaw handed the laptop back to the Director. He initiated his own code and hit enter. The process took a few seconds but once the transaction was completed the application dinged. The Director then turned the laptop back to Shaw to show him the money had been transfer to his Swiss Account.

Once the transaction was over Shaw smiled. "It is good doing business with you." He then took out his tranq gun and shot the Director point blank in the face.

At the same time the four Agents behind him also fell as they were tranqed as well. Unfortunately when you see the enemy in that state you have a tendency to relax. That is what happened to the Fulcrum Agents two Ring Agents with SVD (Dragunov) Sniper rifles. The Dragunov was designed as a squad support weapon it is a semi-automatic sniper rifle-designated marksman rifle chambered in 7.62×54mmR and developed in the Soviet Union. Of course Volkoff had supplied the weapon; he was their supplier after all.

The first shot took everyone by surprise but none more than the Fulcrum Agent that was next to Shaw as a 7.62 bullet tore through his head and sprayed blood all over Daniel. Everyone started looking up when the second sniper opened up as another Fulcrum Agent fell dead. Smith immediately called out to the 5 Agents that were still in the SUVs to come out with their sniper rifles.

The Fulcrum snipers were using the M40A3, it is a Marine sniper rifle that use a 6–9" Harris notched swivel type bipod with a KMW padlock and fires a 308 bullet. They placed it on top of the SUV and had a clear line of site to the roof tops.

Everyone was looking up when the other three Ring Agents armed with Israeli made Uzis, came out firing. The Uzi is considered to be machine pistols. The Uzi was one of the first weapons to use a telescoping bolt design which allows for the magazine to be housed in the pistol grip for a shorter weapon. This particular ammo happened to be 45 caliber ACP.

With the element of surprise they easily cut down three Fulcrum Agents before they knew what was happening. Agent Smith quickly moved out of the way and his Desert Eagle barked twice hitting the closest Ring Agent in the throat and temporarily knocking the dead Agent into the other two. That was all that Daniel Shaw needed to fire his twin 1911's at the remaining Ring Agents. Rage filled his heart, how dare these pigs kill any of his people they must die!

Shaw was a good shot and at that close range it would have been hard to miss. What did draw the attention of everyone was that Shaw continued to fire on the now dead Ring Agents until his weapons were empty.

While everyone was distracted one of the Ring snipers took notice and aimed at one of the Fulcrum sniper. The head shot snapped everyone's attention back to the Ring Snipers. The remaining Fulcrum sniper's attention went back to the roof tops. Sure enough they zoomed in on one of the Ring snipers that that had stuck his head out too far. They all fired at the same time knock the Ring Sniper off the roof. Seeing the other Sniper die made the last Ring Sniper rethink his position. He quietly slipped away into the night.

Shaw was absolutely livid. He never thought he would lose one agent much less six. He literally picked up the Director and half carried and half dragged him to the over pass where the Seine River runs through it. He leans the Director on the edge of the wall and as he pants heavily he starts berating the Director.

"Did you think I would forget my wife you pig! She was the best thing that ever happened to me! And you further compound your vile lies by killing six of my men. Now you are going to pay for your crimes against me. The only thing I regret is that you will not feel it more!"

Shaw leans down grabs the Director's feet and push up and over as the Director falls to his death. "Say hi to Livingston and Graham for me." He said giggling. "Enjoy your swim."

When he walk down to his men several are shaking their heads, they all thought he was supposed to interrogate the Director first.

"What do you want to do with these men?" Smith said as he was pointing to the four tranqed Ring Agents.

"Bring them with us."

"Where are we going?"

"To 6 Place de Moro-Giafferi, the warehouse is called Encherexpert."

"Are you not worried about being seen?"

"I would if I did not have the keys." Shaw opened his hand to show Smith.

"Where did you get those?"

"From the owner silly?"

"He will that not be a problem?"

Shaw gave a twisted smile to Smith. "None what so ever."

The workers in the café and nearby businesses had scattered during the firefight. Now as they came out they saw the carnage around them and they were afraid. One of them finally called the Sûreté and they showed up 15 minutes later. It was amazing how no one really wanted to cooperate. The French Police got conflicting eye witness accounts from 10 different people they really did not know who or what to believe.

The SUV's arrived at the at the destination and when they arrived they saw a man hanging from the ceiling. Smith looked inquistedly at Shaw.

"Oh how rude of me Agent Smith, I like you to meet the owner. Mr. Smith," meet he pointed to the dead man. "Mousier what is your name?"

"We do not have time for this Shaw." Smith said disgustedly.

"I am sorry Mousier Agent Smith does not have time for small talk." Shaw said chuckling.

"SHAW!"

"Hang them all up by the rafters and take their pants off."

The Fulcrum Agents looked at each other and then Agent Smith who gave a small nod for them to proceed.

Shaw had to wait about an hour before the drug wore off and the Ring Agents started to wake up. He had gone back to the SUV and had gotten a Samurai Sword and was testing it for sharpness.

I am glad to see that you all are finally awake." Shaw turned and whispered to one of the Fulcrum Agents, "Start recording this."

"Now gentlemen I will make it simple for you, I will ask you a question you will answer it, if I am satisfied with your answer I will let you go if not well…."

The Agent closest to Shaw started to protest and Daniel moved swiftly and disemboweled him. The other three physically sucked in their breaths. The other Fulcrum Agents just glared at Shaw. Then Shaw reached down to where the blood and guts were rubbed his hand in it and wiped the blood in his face. He loved it; Shaw was in his element as his eyes were closed. When he opened them again he looked like a demon.

He moved to his next target. "Well let us ask the first question again shall we? Do you know where the elders are?

The agent in from of him thought he could stall Shaw, clearly he had not gotten the message of who he was dealing with. "Well, I just, well I just don't…"

Another quick move and that man was disemboweled as well. He went through the same process as he did with his first victim.

With someone else's blood dripping from his face he moved to his next victim and just smiled at him. That is all it took to have Agent Rubio spill everything he knew.

"There is an Elder stationed in New York. He is the President of the Federal Reserve Bank in New York. His name is William Kendall."

"Wow, well ok bring him down give him his pants. Thank you for your cooperation."

The Ring Agent nodded and the Fulcrum Agents hesitated, "I said to let him go!"

They stepped aside and the Ring Agent ran out of the building. Meanwhile the last Ring Agent was cursing and Shaw walked over slowly to him. "That fucking cowered! You will never get anything out of me!"

"So does that mean you do not want to talk to me?"

"Go to hell!"

"You first!" Shaw swung the sword violently across the agent's stomach and it was just a horrible sight as he convulsed several times before dying. Shaw started to laugh, "Boy these Ring Agents sure know how to bleed well."

The Fulcrum Agents shook their heads in disgust. One of them mumbled, "I did not sign up for this."

They all started leaving while Shaw took out some cans of gasoline and started to get ready to burn the place down.

"Shaw, my men are leaving, are you coming?"

"No I will take care of this myself; I will meet you back at the hotel."

"Shaw you reek of gasoline and your face is completely covered in blood."

Shaw touched his face as if for the first time he completely comprehended what he had done. Again that switch from normal into something else seemed to hit him. "Agent Smith could you please hand me my suitcase from the back of the SUV?"

When Smith handed him his suit case Shaw looked into it found what he wanted and handed it back to Smith. "Thank you I will see you soon."

Shaw went to the bathroom and methodically stripped down, he dip the bloody shirt in water and cleaned his shoes. He then looked at himself in the mirror and was horrified at what was looking back at him. He took the soap and made sure he washed every bit of blood off him. After getting dressed and as he was about to leave he lit a match and through it at the gasoline. He monetarily watches the fire before turning and walking away.

As he was walking none of it felt real, this was not him it was someone else. He did not even realize that he had walked five blocks before deciding to hail a cab to take him to the Hotel.

Once there all of the Agents were in one of two rooms, they were visibly upset by what they had seen that night. Shaw walked in and immediately to room became quite. "It has been a long night for all of us. If you could be so kind as to provide me with your bank accounts I would like to reward you for the fine work you all did out there."

Who was this guy? It certainly was not the one that had just finished dipping his hand in blood and wiping it in his face?

One by one, they gave Shaw their bank account numbers and he transferred 100,000 dollars to each of their accounts. He then asked and received the dead Agents names and account numbers. He transferred 200,000 thousand to those Agent's families. He finally turned to Agent Smith, "Thank you for assisting me tonight." He then transferred 500,000 to his account. In all he transferred 2.6 million to the Fulcrum Agents, that still left him with 2.4 million for himself.

I am not going back to you tomorrow I need to do something else first. I will join you in two days. His voice was solemn, quite, and regretful. He also left a confounded bunch of Agents as they just could not figure this guy out.

The next day Shaw bought a bouquet of flowers and laid them on the street where Eve had been killed, with tears running down his eyes, "I will never forget you."

Fulcrum vs. the Ring

LA

As soon as Rourke heard that the Director had been killed he immediately acted against the other Ring targets. As predicted the bombing of the warehouse went off without a hitch. The bunker buster killed 18 analyst and Agents and was a total success.

However, phase 2 did not go as planned. Betsy Meyers was a smart woman who had surrounded herself with loyal and capable men. When Rourke sent an overwhelming force of three strike teams of 10 men each, he thought they did not stand a chance. Inevitably they did not, however; it did not mean that her guards did not put up a good fight. In the end it had cost Rourke 12 dead and 6 wounded. Worst of all when Meyers and her last Agent were cornered he followed his order and shot her in the head. That Agent did not make it either as he was shot multiple times.

Meadow Branch

Not everything was coming up roses for Fulcrum. Yes they had dealt the Ring a severe blow, however; as they were laying waste to the Ring base, at that very moment Chuck Bartowski was saving the love of his life as he held Sarah tightly onto his chest to make sure that the activated Ring intersect did not hurt her.

The screams and yells were not from her but from the Fulcrum Agents as Casey activated the Fulcrum intersect. In that short moment, Fulcrum had been set back years. All their progress for the intersect had been for not. Agent Carmichael and friends had put down the threat.

That night as Sarah looked on; the NSA cleaners were doing their job. She felt very conflicted, or at least in total denial. Once again a man who really did not have the skills to do so had saved her. No one had ever cared about her that much. She had a strong suspicion what was going on in her mind, but what to do about it, she had no clue.

She also felt horrible about the fact that she had turned him down again when he asked her if they could stay one more night, just relaxing and doing what normal couples did. She hated herself for turning him down, she saw the hurt in his eyes as she again crushed him by being cold and denying him. However, Sarah knew why she had turned Chuck down. Sarah knew what would happen if they stayed there one more night, having what she was so desperate for. She was not worried about Chuck she was worried about herself; she knew there would be no going back. Then what? Life on the run, how would they survive that? No if she ever hoped to have a future with him, Chuck would somehow have to remove that damn thing in his head. Then she could think about quitting and having the live with the lo…She had to clear her mind.

Sarah took a deep breath, 'head in the game Sarah.' As she was walking out she looked one more time at the pictures of them.

"Umm…Agent Walker?" She looked at the NSA cleaner who pointed to her finger, 'the ring.' Almost glassy eyed she pulled the ring off her finger and handed it to the Agent and walked outside the door. As she got inside her Porsche she bowed down her head on the steering wheel and whispered, "I am so sorry Chuck." Then she drove away.

New base

Upon his return to LA, Rourke himself was waiting for Shaw at the Airport.

"Welcome back."

Shaw shook Rourke's hand, "This is an unexpected surprise."

"We have to talk."

Shaw got into the Limo with Rourke.

"You have some wine?"

Rourke shook his head, "Always with the wine."

"It is better for you than pouring alcohol down your throat."

"Touché, will champagne do?"

"Yes thank you."

"We lost the base at Meadows Branch."

"I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so."

"You said that you had an underground base in mind, is there any where special you were thinking of?"

"Actually there was, have I said anything to you about Barstow?"

"No you have not mentioned it before."

"Well Barstow is in the middle of nowhere, it has an old drive in theater that would make the perfect staging ground, best part it is totally hidden."

Rourke thought for a moment, "Sounds good, you want to drive there tomorrow so we can take a look?"

"Sure."

"There is something else, first we hit that warehouse base and it is no more."

"Excellent. I would have loved to have seen the Ring Elders faces when we took out the Director and that base."

"There was one problem however; Betsy Meyers, she had excellent people around her."

"Oh please don't tell me she got away."

"No…no she did not."

Shaw exhaled in relief. "She is dead."

"How?"

"Apparently her guards have orders that if the enemy is about to capture the one of the Elders, they are to shoot them."

"Now that I did not expect."

"Well we now know."

Shaw smiled, "I know where another one of their Elders is located."

"Yes about that I heard from my men that you let the Ring Agent that told you that information go. Why did you do that?"

"Oh Rourke don't worry about him. I took the video clip of that Agent telling us about the Elder and We sent him a warning through his cell phone and his email that if he says anything I will release that clip. I think he will be too busy running to tell anyone."

A satisfied look came over Rourke, tomorrow he was going to intensified his search for Orion and with that underground base finally build a viable intersect.

Six Months later Barstow

"I just do not understand why you never listen to me." Shaw said angrily to Rourke. "Having all those Agents at once possess a great risk."

"Nonsense. Tomorrow we will have 100 intersect Agents and there is nothing the CIA or NSA can do about it."

"Just remember Rourke that Agent Carmichael is Orion's son and you have not fared well against him at all. I am betting that he is looking for his father right now."

"Shaw just accept the gift I gave you, enjoy yourself and we will talk some more upon your arrival."

The gift that Shaw had received was the location of one Dru Holiday. Shaw was delighted when he received this information from Rourke. He had not killed anyone for Eve in several months now and it was starting to bother him a lot. Now he would take revenge on the man who had given the order for that blonde bitch to kill his beautiful wife. 'Another one bites the dust.' He laughed.

Tacoma Washington

Dru Holiday's place was called Tehaleh. It was a community with 4,218 acres on elevated
Forest Land. Located 20 miles southeast of Tacoma, WA. Ponder Park was the perfect spot to read a good book, enjoy the tranquil pond or connected to their favorite Tehaleh community trails.

It was the perfect place to retire 1,000+ acres of open space and parks. It also represented the perfect opportunity for someone with bad intentions to take full advantage if the situation.

Shaw and a 5 men team flew to the site and parachuted a mile away. They knew exactly where they were going and it did not take them long to get there. Using hand signals they got into position. Shaw noticed two men talking near the house. They seemed relaxed and not on alert at all. 'Careless FBI' Shaw thought. He whispered to Agent Mills "you take two men swing around to your left and tranq those two idiots."

Mills nodded and did as he was told.

Dru Holiday was doing what he liked best to do, he was jogging around one of the many paths around his house, it was difficult terrain, certainly not ideal for jogging but he liked the challenge. He had heard what had happened to Graham and had not been surprised at all. Holiday knew that Shaw was a ticking time bomb. That was why the FBI had decided to give him two Agents to guard him.

Dru had initially balked at that idea, but once they had come to know each other it was nice to have these Agents around even if it was on a rotating basis. As he was getting closer to his home, Holiday felt trepidation grip him. For some reason his sixth sense kicked in and he ran faster to get to his house. He was only twenty yards away, but something told him must get there quick, he must be faster.

A puff sound of a silencer was barely heard by him but was surely felt as his right knee exploded in pain from a 45 caliber bullets. "Ahh..."He yelled as he crumbled to the ground."Martha, Martha!"

He could hear loud sobs coming from the house. Two Fulcrum Agents stepped out of the house with Martha securely in tow. Another Agent brought out the severely autistic son of Dru Holiday. He was aggressive and did not know what was happening, he tried to get away from the bad people and received a slap in the face for his efforts.

"Don't beat him just tie him up to the front porch and leave him there."

"I am going to need help with him if you do not want me to get physical with him." Said Agent White.

"Tommy are you about done?"

"Almost," Tommy Delgado grunted as he and another Fulcrum Agent hoisted and hung the second FBI Agent with piano wire. With their hands bound and tied, watching them swing slowly from the tree was quite the gruesome site.

Shaw finally turned his attention to his victim and walked slowly towards him. "Long time no see Dru." Daniel leered at his pray. "You know I would never forget you." he smirked.

"Leave my family alone Shaw, your beef is with me not them!"

The loud screaming and yelling were extremely annoying to Tommy Delgado with gruffly picked up Dru's teenage son, while Agent White finish tying up his armed and legs up "Got it!" Said White and Tommy dropped him like a sack of potatoes. That did not deter the teenager from continuing to scream. Martha was out of control with rage.

"Leave my son alone you bastards!"

"Jesus it's a damn symphony out here." An annoyed Tommy spoke.

Shaw reached into his bag and gave Delgado tape to stop their screaming. "Tie the woman to the tree; I want her to see this."

"So Dru how are you?" Shaw asked sarcastically.

"Just get it over with Shaw, but please leave my family alone"

"Family means a lot to you doesn't it. Well I am going to see just how much."

"Let me have some C4." Tommy curious to see what Shaw had in mind smirked and handed him the block with a timer.

"Take Mr. Holiday out another 50 yards to that rocky terrain." Two men grabbed Dru and did what they were told.

Shaw set the timer and dropped the C4 next to the teenager. He walked over to where Holiday was and shot him in the other leg. Holiday howled in pain. It was just a flesh wound but it had the desired effect.

"Dru...Dru let's focus here." Shaw emphasized what he was saying by grabbing his face. "You have exactly two minutes to get to your son from here. If you can make it you can save him, if you can't well..."

"You are despicable you know that."

"All I know is that you ordered an INNOCENT WOMAN TO DIE! I am giving you a better chance than you gave her!" Shaw shouted.

"Hurry time is a wasting." Shaw said merrily.

Dru in a great deal of pain crawled over stone and branches to get to his son. Delgado, one of the more sick Fulcrum individuals was trying to bet the other Fulcrum Agents whether Holiday would make it on time. Dru was almost there his hands and legs were bleeding, his face was scratched up but he did not care. All of his focus was saving his son. Dru got there with 10 seconds to spare and tried to turn off the timer. When it would not turn off he screamed, "You bastard!" Threw the C4 as far away from his son as he could, and covered him with his body.

The explosion never came, it was a dummy charge meant to inflict mental anguish. Shaw walked over to Holiday and spoke, "I maybe a monster, but I am not that much of one."

Dru said, "I did not want to order that red test, I was only following orders."

Shaw saw the sincerity on Dru's eyes, "I believe you!" Then shot him in the head. He picked up the C4 and walked out of the porch. He then walked to the tree that held Martha Holiday who had tears streaming down her face.

He cut the bonds that held her. "Go attend to your son Mrs. Holiday."

Martha ripped her tape off her mouth, "I promise to find you one day and do to you what you did to my husband."

Shaw shrugged, "Sounds familiar."

Delgado and the rest of the Fulcrum Agents had disabled the phone lines taken all the cell phones and destroyed the family car engine. Now they drove up in the FBI SUV and took off for Seattle. They would spend the night there before flying back in the morning.

That night in Seattle Shaw had been restless. He did not know if it was his sixth sense or the way that Mrs. Holiday looked at him, something did not feel right, something was going to happen soon and it was not the good type of feeling. He signed, maybe it was my time, and he certainly was ready for it.

Barstow

If Shaw had bothered to call Rourke he would have found out why he was feeling the way he felt. At that moment Casey was carrying an unconscious Chuck to his car followed closely by Steven Bartowski and Sarah Walker. They got in the car in time before all hell broke loose and bombs started falling all around them.

Sarah was worried about Chuck as she was stroking his hair softly while she was sitting with him in the back of car. Chuck's eyes fluttered open. "How are you feeling?" Asked Steven.

"All right I guess, my head feels a lot lighter."

Sarah's heart was jumping for joy, 'Finally!' She was thinking of that normal life that she wanted with the man she loved.

Chuck and Sarah looked at each other and their smiles lit the evening sky.

Flight From Seattle

In the morning Shaw and the rest of his team flew back from Seattle. As they flew over the base and looked over the carnage one thing became very clear to him. 'Carmichael.' It had been so clear from the very beginning. Carmichael, Carmichael, Carmichael. He had ended up capturing Rourke and killing him and by extension the Fulcrum organization. He was clearly punishing the Ring to a point of being useless in the West Coast. He had defeated Volkoff and had caused him great pain and suffering in the process. Now he was on the run and inside a damn bunker!

Clearly Carmichael was their strength but by depending so much on him it was their weakness. He had to be dealt with.

A knock on the door woke Shaw from his day dreaming.

"Enter."

"Sir, an Agent for Volkoff just delivered a special burn phone for you. Volkoff want to speak with you."

He looked at the phone and then his thoughts drifted back to his latest obsession. Shaw made a decision at that moment that he intended to carry out. 'Carmichael must die!'