Chuck was in position, just waiting for the guards to come bring him his dinner. He knew that at six on the dot, his door opened and two soldiers entered with a tray. He was so angry he swore he only saw red. He was done playing these mind games, he was done sitting in one room all day, and he was done letting the government control his life, especially now.

Suddenly, yet slowly the door opened, and right on schedule in walked the two guards with food. Chuck sprung up from his crotched position and tackled the guard with the gun, he then quickly tripped the second guard causing his body to hit the ground with enough force to stun the man.

Chuck picked up the gun and sprinted out of the room that had been his cell for the past couple of days.

Unfortunately he only made it down the hallway before General Beckman appeared with four armed guards.

"What do you think you are doing Bartowski?" Beckman asked, her tone filled with malice and hate.

"Getting out of this hell hole, one shot at a time." Chuck replied, cocking his gun and raising it, his body shaking with rage and nervousness.

"Calm down Bartowski, no one has to be killed here, we can make some sort of agreement I am sure." The general replied in a bored tone.

"Let me out, let me kill you, let me kill Bryce fucking Larkin and let me tell my family

I am alive." Chuck answered his eyes filled with rage.

"Charles, you are going to be here for quite some time, try to think of something reasonable." Beckman replied, trying to not have to sedate the man before her.

"I hate all of you. I will get my revenge." Chuck gritted out, dropping his gun to the ground before walking back and slamming his cell door.

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Bryce, Casey and Sarah were all out doing separate missions, Casey was getting as much fire power as he could, Bryce was getting two cars that would be untraceable, at least untraceable in terms of finding them. Sarah was with Ellie and Devon picking up medical supplies.

The team was going to meet at small time airport for a straight flight to New Jersey where two more cars would be waiting for them to drive to Fort Dix.

Sarah and the Woodcome's were first to arrive.

"Which plane?" Devon asked as he started pulling out medical supplies.

"Number two!" Casey called out as he drove a truck filled with supplies to the plane he was yelling about.

Quickly the group filled up the small airplane Casey had borrowed from an old friend, Bryce arrived in the middle of set up, confirming two cars waiting and ready at the airport in Jersey.

"You guys ready to go?" Casey asked as they all loaded themselves into the plane.

"Yep." Bryce replied, surveying around, noticing everyone was in their seats and buckled.

"Then hang tight, because this baby can really fly!" Casey shouted as he turned the engine on and taxied to the runway.

"Uh Casey, remember we have civilians!" Sarah shouted over the roar of the engine.

"No one is a civilian now Walker!" Casey laughed, as he picked up speed, until he quickly pulled up in one swift motion causing the plane to shoot upwards at a insane speed that had everyone looking green.

When they finally settled at the right altitude and could move around the plane a bit, everyone who had been sitting in the back immediately wanted to go up front and have some words with their pilot but settled down quickly, and started waiting, hoping the four hour ride went by fast.

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Chuck laid in his bed, bored. He had tried threatening, he had tried assault, but nothing seemed to be working, he just wanted out of the damn room!

Finally after hours of thinking, Chuck had an idea. Sitting up and quickly rushing towards his video games, Chuck brought out his WWE Smackdown vs. Raw 2008 video game for the Wii and turned the volume up as high as the, once again newly replaced, plasma screen TV could go.

For hours, Chuck yelled at the top of his lounges, cheered, taunted, acted out everything that his character did on TV. He knew the whole building could hear him, he was sure of it, which only fueled him to get louder and more outrageous with his antics. When wrestling got boring he pulled out guitar hero, and played every single song until he got perfect on it, while singing the lyrics all along.

During Iron Man the screen changed back to Beckman, who was rubbing her temples gingerly, the tall tale sign of a headache.

"General! I was only like 50 notes away, didn't you see I was on a role?" Chuck asked, his eyes wide as he held up and pointed to the guitar in hand. "I mean come on!"

"Do you have to be such a pain in my ass?" Beckman growled out, meeting Chuck eye to eye.

"I am not! You said you were sick and tired of me threatening you, so I stopped. Jezze pick what you want General Poopey Pants!" Chuck shouted, watching as the veins started to become noticeable on the woman's neck.

"I really hate you." Beckman seethed out.

"Thank you, thank you very much." Chuck answered, as he did a fake, and horrible, Elvis impersonation.

"Bartowski why can't you just sit back and relax, you have everything you want right in front of you. You have a credit card for goodness sakes that lets you buy whatever the hell you want online!" Beckman shouted.

"Oh really? What if I bought a car? Oh WAIT! You won't let me go out and drive it." Chuck replied sarcastically.

"Well maybe if you started behaving we would grant you a bit more freedom." The General offered.

"Bullshit, you will say that and then ten years from now I will still be standing right here, in this cell you call a room." Chuck yelled back.

"Bartowski I-" Beckman was quickly caught off guard when a man came running into her office. "No…they did what?!…make sure they don't advance!…they are…oh come on!"

Chuck watched with one eyebrow raised as Beckman argued with the man who was whispering things into her ear. Could Casey and everyone really be coming to save him?

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"Alright, docs you guys stay here we will come back an get to you, Bryce driving car 1, and I am driving car 2, Sarah is coming with Chuck and I so that leaves you guys with Bryce…understand?" Casey asked, as the finalized their plans while landing, smiling as tanks and range rovers drove to block their path. Casey simply smiled and started to touch down anyway, the cars slowly started reversing. "You never want to play chicken with me!"

"Damn straight." Devon shouted from the back.

"Ok guys, it's Showtime.