Sorry for the wait! I would've updated sooner, but my internet has been down for the past week. Please do review and enjoy!
Note: I do not own Chuck and what not, but I think my friend will buy me the first season on DVD for my birthday since it's only $20 at Target, haha.
Chuck Versus The Flash
16 August 2003
0500 Hours
CIA Training Complex
CIA Headquarters, Langley, Virginia
Chuck stretched upon waking up, his long limbs extending beyond the length of his bed. It made sleeping awkward since he had to curl up a bit, but he knew better than to complain. After all, he did nothing but when he first arrived. It was mostly due to sleep deprivation though. Yep, sleep deprivation.
Grabbing a worn-out grey shirt to wear that coincidentally matched with his sweats, Chuck headed out to begin the daily routine that he originally created so he would get in shape fast in order to be in par with his fellow recruits. It somehow managed to become a way for him to prepare himself for the day.
He made his way to the indoor track, performing warm-up stretches when he arrived. It was relatively quiet except for the muffled pounding that seemed to come from the room adjoining the track. The room contained an assortment of martial arts training equipment and had a large sparring mat as its flooring; this earned it the nickname 'The Dojo' among those who utilized the center.
Peering into the Dojo, he saw his superior and mentor Agent Forrest. He noticed she took a brief break so he waved as he walked in. "Agent Forrest."
"Bartowski." The blonde woman nodded in acknowledgement before circling around the heavy bag once more, stopping only to deliver controlled and concise punches that caused the bag to swing erratically upon impact.
Chuck made his way to one of the bins along the side of the room, acquiring a jump rope from it. Making sure there was room around him, he began to establish his rhythm by side swinging the rope; he expertly alternated the foot he used to jump off the ground. His mind began to clear from his mind as his only thoughts were on the sound of the rope whistling over his head and swiping at the ground.
Agent Forrest paused for another break after half an hour or so and found Bartowski still at it with the rope. Better than he was a few months ago, she thought. Checking her watch, it was almost 0600. "Bartowski, hit the showers. I don't want you stinking up the place during training."
0800 Hours
CIA Building
Washington D.C.
Graham sighed as he rubbed his temples. He looked up at the problematic operative in front of him. "Please do tell me again, Larkin. Why did you make Fleming collaborate with you to frame a desirable out of recruitment and then proceed as if you did nothing? The CIA is filled with the best that this business has to offer. Surely, you knew that you would be found out someday?"
"I did, sir. I thought it'd be a while though." Bryce said with a slight smirk on his face.
"Nevertheless, you've shown promise in your training. My superior wants you in the agency." Inwardly rolling his eyes, Graham handed a file to Larkin. "Hence, this is your last test. Upon its completion, you will be an official agent of the CIA."
Bryce scanned the file, questioning no one in particular. "Red test?"
1100 Hours
CIA Training Complex
CIA Headquarters, Langley, Virginia
"Welcome to Infiltration and Inducement of Enemy Personnel." The gray haired man smiled whilst taking a sip from his martini. "Also known as 'Seduction School.' I'm your instructor Roan Montgomery."
Chuck frowned as he watched Roan finish his third martini within the first five minutes of Seduction School. That man's poor liver. Due to the seats in the front being taken up by the female percentage of the class, he was left with a seat towards the back.
"The last few weeks of your training will consist of learning more about the opposite sex, techniques on how to use this knowledge, and by the end of Seduction School, you will be more than capable to seduce your mark." He kissed the hand of one of the girls in the front, rendering the rest of them to giggle amongst themselves.
Holding his hand before he literally facepalmed himself, Chuck sighed. Geez.
"Now, recruits. I want all of you to group up into pairs. One boy and one girl." Roan chuckled at the lack of movement in the room. Downing the rest of his martini, he just as easily made another one to replace it. "They don't have cooties, ladies. I assure you."
Chuck started to feel downcast as none of the girls had approached him to be his partner. Just like college again. And high school and middle school.
Just as Roan was about to comment on Bartowski's lone wolf status, he noticed his hunched frame. He pretended to watch the class from the back as he muttered softly within Bartowski's earshot. "You are not the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Straighten up. Confidence goes a long way."
It took a while for Chuck to realize that Roan was speaking to him and when he did, Roan had already returned to the front as he motioned to one of the girls to join 'lone wolf' in the back.
8:30 AM
Casa de Bartowski
Echo Park, Los Angeles, California
Ellie poured herself a mug of hot tea, inhaling the calming herbal aroma. She found her place in the dinner table and began to mindlessly skim through an edition of People magazine for anything interesting.
"Hey, babe!" Her boyfriend walked in with a wide, genuine smile as he hauled his bike off to the side. "Man, I just had an awesome work out."
She felt him kiss her cheek while he hugged her from behind. She smiled as she looked over her shoulder at him. "That's wonderful, Devon."
Tilting his head, Devon asked. "What's wrong? Did you want to join in today's bike ride? I'm – I'm sorry, I didn't know. I'll make it up to you tomorrow! We can go bouldering!"
"No! I mean, ahem, no." Ellie smiled at him and got up to peck him on the lips. "As much as I love extreme sports, I'm more concerned about Chuck right now."
After pouring himself a cup of joe, Devon took a sip of his coffee. "Where is he anyway?"
She sighed, putting down her mug to cross her arms. "I don't know. He said he's in the east coast, but that was two months ago. Who knows where he is now?"
"Hey," Kissing her cheek, he looked at his girlfriend's troubled, yet still captivating brown eyes. "Knowing Chuck, I'm sure he's fine. He's a grown man now, El."
Ellie gave him a weak smile and pecked him on the lips once more. "I know. I just can't help but be concerned."
Devon nodded. "It's one of the many things I love about you." He grinned.
"I taught you so well." Smiling even more, Ellie grabbed his hand. She whispered as she bit her lower lip. "Come on. We both still have plenty of time before our shifts start."
1900 Hours
CIA Headquarters
Langley, Virginia
"Bartowski," Forrest addressed him in front of the conference room prior to walking inside. "You're late."
Chuck shook his head and glanced at his watch. "It's exactly seven."
"Not according to the clock." She pointed to a wall clock that hung above the doorway; it turned to 7:01 PM the exact moment Chuck stepped inside the room to look at it.
"Whaat? That's not fair." He smiled good-naturedly as Agent Forrest placed a laptop in front of him.
"Enjoy." She said while she put on her shades in the dimly lit room.
"All right, play time's over." Chuck replied, hitting the Enter key to activate the system.
Instantly, hundreds of images sped through the screen. Forrest watched as Bartowski's body froze as his subconscious absorbed the encoded information. Once the barrage of pictures was over, Chuck gasped as he snapped out of his stasis.
"How long was it?" He asked uneasily. He remembered the first time they gave him a minute of the images; he had almost thrown up after the first 'flash' as Graham liked to call it. It was only one flash during that first time, but the guy I had to flash on had a LONG record.
"An hour. Remember to control your face and take deep breaths. It doesn't control you." Forrest answered with a small amount of concern that was evident in her voice. She held out a card with a picture of a dark haired man possessing a pale complexion and a pair of shifty eyes.
Chuck's face contorted from discomfort as he pursed his lips while his eyelids fluttered, his eyes going slightly cross-eyed. "Agh."
Polar bear
Laszlo Mahnovski
Playland Arcade on the Pier
Numerous files on CIA weapons projects
Polar bear
Taking a slow, deep breath, Chuck identified the man as Laszlo Mahnovski. "He was recruited when he was just a kid at Playland arcade at the Santa Monica Pier. The CIA employed him to work on top secret weapon projects. He currently is in a secured CIA bunker somewhere in the OC, where his handlers keep a strict watch on him."
Forrest softly grunted in approval. "You said more than the back of the card had. All it said was that he works on weapons projects for us."
Frowning, Chuck shook his head. "I need to work on my face."
"You'll get there. Now, next one." She held out another card, causing Chuck to sigh.
Here we go.
Mentally drained from the subliminal imaging tests and physically exhausted from the day's training regime, Chuck was on the verge of collapsing. Get up, Chuck. Come on! He gripped the edge of the table and unsteadily stood up. "I'm too weak." He muttered, obviously frustrated about his state.
"You did what I assume would be around ten missions worth of flashing within the past hour." Agent Forrest awkwardly patted Chuck on the back. "So, uh, you did good, Bartowski."
The patting was nice, but a little too hard for him to handle. His face paled before he collapsed face-first on the floor.
17 August 2003
0230 Hours
Agent Forrest's Living Quarters
CIA Headquarters, Langley, Virginia
"Forrest." Alexandra answered her phone straightaway, pushing herself upright in her bed.
"Pardon the late hour, Agent Forrest." Her superior's curt voice spoke in turn. "I understand that Bartowski has been surpassing what our scientists did not believe would be achieved. Has he been retaining the information well?"
"Yes, sir. He has shown his exceptional ability to recall and hold the encoded information as well as excel in Langley's modified training program." She reprimanded herself mentally for allowing her curiosity to get the best of her as she inquired to Graham. "May I know as to why we have extended the normal six week training period for Bartowski into several months now, sir?"
Graham let out a quiet chuckle. Agent Forrest is getting restless. "We need to continue the 'tests' on him in order to prepare him for the real thing. I want you to push him harder and harder, encourage improvement over the control of his flashes. They should not be easily detected, by any means. Furthermore, I want him in great physical condition. He is to be a top-notch agent by next month. Understood?"
"Loud and clear. Forrest, out."
19 August 2003
2300 Hours
Unnamed Business Complex Basement Parking Lot
Fourth Ward, Charlotte, North Carolina
Bryce skillfully followed his mark towards the basement parking lot. Knowledgeable of the cameras' blind spots, he prowled along the countless shadows that were present due to the dim lighting.
His mark clumsily dropped his key, breaking stride to pick it up. Bryce saw this as his chance as he swiftly crept through the dark and aimed his Heckler & Koch USP semi-automatic pistol at the mark's head. His gun fired, followed by the mark's body collapsing to the ground. A rapidly growing black puddle began to spread from underneath the mark's head.
23 August 2003
1300 Hours
Grand Hyatt Hotel
Washington D.C.
Bryce suddenly got up, out of breath and in cold sweat. The same nightmare had been plaguing him for days now. He ran his fingers through his hair as he contemplated on what he had done. It's called being a spy, Bryce. This is all for your country. For your friends. For your only friend.
Glancing at the alarm clock on the side table, he muttered under his breath. "Shit." He was late for his meeting with Graham for his first assignment as a sanctioned operative. After quickly checking on himself to make sure he was presentable, Bryce tucked his Heckler & Koch USP inside his waistband before rushing out of his hotel room.
1345 Hours
CIA Building
Washington D.C.
"He's late." Graham sternly stated. He pressed play to listen to Larkin's message for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"Graham, I know I'm running late. I'll be there as soon as traffic let's up." Click.
The phone started ringing as the message ended. He replied swiftly with a "Graham."
"Sir, Agent Larkin is here. Shall I sen-" His assistant began before becoming frightened by Graham's harsh interruption.
"Send him in." He placed the phone back onto the receiver, and he watched as Larkin entered, his face slightly flushed while his hair and attire were in slight disarray.
"Sir, I- " Bryce started to explain after he took a seat in front of Graham; he disliked the seat. He was all too vulnerable to becoming the target to the man's intimidating glare.
Raising his hand slightly to silence the agent in front of him, he took a deep breath to prevent himself from erupting over how unprofessional Bryce Larkin was. My goodness. "Save it." Graham shuffled some papers aside to keep himself distracted. "I'm assigning you a partner."
Bryce retained his calm as he raised an eyebrow. A partner? "Do I really need to have a partner?"
"In order to be completely efficient in carrying out operations, you must have a partner. You will keep each other in check." Graham continued; all the while, he was somewhat glowering at Larkin. "The agent I am assigning as your partner is, without a doubt, the best the CIA has to offer. Gets the job done, no matter what. I hope you learn something from this partnership, Larkin."
As if on cue, the doors were pulled open. Bryce had to turn around in his seat so as to see who walked in. Mouth slightly opened, he watched as an exceptionally striking blonde took the seat opposite of him. Wow.
"Agent Larkin, this is Agent Walker. Your partner."
Sarah just got partnered up with Bryce Larkin? Yes, of course! Chuck turning ninja? Yep. Next one is coming soon! Please tell me what you expect so I get some ideas!