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Sarah P.O.V.
"Chuck!" Sarah called. She cannoned through the door and tore down the hallway toward the central room. She slammed through another door and eventually entered into the main room. She stood facing the stairs. She glanced swiftly up at the door and did a double take, frozen where she stood. The door was cracked open.
Sarah cursed under her breath and tried to draw her weapon, but her fingers closed around empty space at her waist. She let out another quiet curse. Her pistol was on the floor of the Buy More, pretty close to Chuck's desk.
So, she instead readied her fists, and started to creep forward carefully, keeping the open door in the corner of her eye. She walked softly toward the conference room, every muscle taut with balled up energy. She put her back against the wall just next to the open space that led to the main table. She took a deep breath, then shot out from her cover, clenched fist raised.
Her eyes darted around, hastily taking in the scene before her. There was no one there. Other than a few disturbed chairs, everything looked the same. Sarah let out a breath she wasn't aware she was holding and relaxed her shoulders, then she promptly turned on her heel.
She wasted no time in searching the rest of Castle. She went through every corridor and thoroughly checked every room and hiding place imaginable. She quickly searched into the armory, and every gun was in its place, just as Casey had meticulously left it. Light glinted dully off the barrels aligned on each wall.
After she had convinced herself there was no one lurking in the back halls, she returned to the conference room. The tv screen was blank, powered off. Sarah absently pushed the chair nearest her back into its place parked under the table. She turned to go up the stairs. Her mind was whirling, trying to absorb all that had just happened. The general had told her that reinforcements were on the way, and she knew she should probably just wait for them before doing anything stupid. She was smart; she knew that going in alone was a horrible idea.
She reached the open door, closed it, and leaned against it tiredly. If she at least had Chuck, she could have another, hopefully less frazzled, mind thinking through all of this with her. Chuck occasionally had good ideas, and he always seemed to come up with his best when everything seemed like it had gone to hell. Of course, he also tended to act on these impulses alone and without any consultation before throwing himself headfirst into the line of fire. It was just like him. No matter how impressive he might be sometimes, he didn't think very clearly when bullets were flying.
Sarah stopped dead in the midst of these thoughts. In her panic to make sure that no one had found their base of operations, she had let the general's information slip her mind. Chuck had been in here, somewhere, at sometime. She pushed off the door and took the stairs two at a time, landing on the floor with cat-like grace. She spun a little, trying to think of somewhere he could be.
Her eyes landed on the computer next to the table. In her haste, she hadn't realized that the screensaver was on. Her eyebrows lowered in confusion. Someone had turned it on, but left it running.
She approached it, eyes locked on the monitor. She stopped in front of it and touched the mouse. The screen woke up, and the screensaver disappeared, revealing a document. Sarah squinted as she read a name: Jacob Delle. Next to his name was a small picture of a smiling man with close cut brown hair and striking blue eyes. She read the small print under his name quickly.
"Oh, god," she muttered. Multiple charges of theft and petty crime, but never arrested. Suspected of being an accomplice to a major bank theft. Sarah scrolled down and saw more names and pictures, all of major and minor criminals. When she reached the bottom of the document, she went back up to the top and saw more pictures, including Henry and Hitchens.
Sarah scowled. She needed to call the general and tell her. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket, where she had stashed it earlier and began to dial. She turned as she did so and looked up as she pressed call. She raised the phone to her ear and waited, turning to lean against the edge of the desk.
Then she froze. The general picked up immediately. "Walker?" she demanded impatiently.
Sarah didn't reply.
"Walker!" she repeated. "What is it?"
Sarah's mouth opened and closed noiselessly. She remained frozen for another split second before and hanging up on her superior and dropping her phone on the table behind her.
"Chuck?" Her voice trembled.
There was no reply.
I apologize for the length, but another chapter should be up pretty soon. Put the two together and you might get a decently sized chapter! Anyway, the writer's block is still in full effect, so this is the best I can do at the moment. It's a little pathetic, I'll admit. Over a thousand less words than my previous chapters, but hopefully I'll get back into the swing of things soon. Please, let me know how I'm doing so I can fix anything I may be doing wrong.
Thanks for reading!