"Casey?"
"Chuck. Well, um, how's the family?"
"Casey, what the hell, here you are in castle, and you haven't even told us you were coming."
"Alright, I guess I have some explaining to do."
"Yes Casey, yes you do."
"Well, I'll start from the beginning."
I glared at him in silence while he tried figure out some way to tell me.
"It started a month ago. I was working with my friend..."
"Casey?"
"What?"
I gave him a look of 'you know what'.
"Chuck, I'm not going to say it."
"Okay, okay. Just, go on with your story."
"Well, I was working with my friend, and Beckmann contacted us on contract. She wanted us to run an op in Russia. She didn't want the US to be blamed if things fouled up on the mission, so she hired us. We were to follow a man name Leon Morosov. He's an ex-FSB agent, and supposedly had his hands on a massive nuclear device. We trailed him to St. Petersburg, and into an old warehouse. All we found was a note saying "Gotcha".
"Casey, this doesn't explain why your in castle."
"We found out he ran to Moscow and is holed up inside the kremlin. His guy in the American government is feeding him info, and we have bomb threats everywhere. If we don't stop him, he will assassinate the Russian president, and take over, and lead a world wide communist assault on freedom."
"Still doesn't explain why your here."
He held up a massive silver pistol with a small scope on it.
"I wanted my Deseret Eagle. Can't leave home without it."
I gave him a look that told him that wasn't all, and he wasn't telling something.
"Okay, okay..I wanted you and Sarah to help me. And...Morgan."
"No Casey, absolutely not. I'm not getting anyone in my family in the spy game again. I left it two years ago, and I've left it for good."
"I bet Sarah will want to help."
"She will not."
"Oh yeah, if she does, will you agree to helping?"
"Absolutely. I'll win. She won't want to get involved ever again. I know it."
Casey nodded in silence.
"Hey Chuck, grab that bag and carry it out behind me."
I nodded and grabbed it. I got to the stairs and lifted up.
"Dang Casey, this is heavy, what's in it?"
"C-4 and detonators."
I froze up and dropped the bags.
"Stop being a sissy and grab it."
"You know I don't like bombs."
Casey rolled his eyes and glared at me until I picked it up. We delivered the bags to the Vic, and drove to my house in silence. When we reached it, something was off.
"Casey, stop."
"What?"
"The Morgan door is open. We never open the Morgan door anymore."
Casey reached under the seat and pulled out his handgun, and I pulled out my gun. My tranquilizer gun.
"Chuck, stay behind me. If things get funny, flank around and take them from behind."
I nodded in silence. We proceeded up to the Morgan door, and rolled in together. He hopped in first while I covered him, and then vice versa. The Morgan door is in my bedroom, and it's an old window. We positioned ourselves on opposite sides for a rolling entrance.
He tapped me on the shoulder and finger counted to three. When he hit three, we rolled into the door.
The first thing that hit me was Sarah making some more coffee. Second thing, was the young guy on our couch. Casey noticed him too. A look crossed his face, one that said,"knew I shouldn't have done that."
"Sarah! What the hell's going on here?"
"Oh, Chuck, meet Gabriel Dunn. He's a friend of Casey..."
That's when she saw Casey next to me.
"Casey, what are you doing here? You didn't even tell me!"
"What's with you two? I'm a grown man. I don't have to tell you everything."
"Casey, your my oldest friend. Don't give me that."
"Sarah, what's he doing here!" I gave a sideways point to the guy on my couch.
"He's a merc..."
"Actually, I prefer black ops hit man."
"Casey, who is he?!"
Casey thought for a moment.
"Well, he's a old friend from an old op."
"Yep, I owe old man Casey my life for getting me out of trouble at the kremlin. My name doesn't stick to well there anymore."
"But, your young?" I was honestly confused.
"Well, 21 to be exact. And, here's my story. I was on vacation with my folks when I was 14, and my parents were killed in a rebel raid in Chechnya. I was saved by Russians, and trained in the art of assassination. People don't often see my face without it being the last thing they ever see. I work for the highest bidder, and Casey saved me when America was the highest."
I was surprised to see a young man being a hit man.
"So, Casey," Sarah said,"What are you doing back?"
"Well, I have a proposal for you."
"What?"
Casey went on to explain the operation story, and the situation of the threats. I looked at him with pleasure, knowing Sarah would decline.
"Oh god yes, we'll help."
"Wait a minute, what?!"