I still don't own Chuck. Not sure who does at this point. Maybe Subway.

Okay. Elise has her team of warriors ready to charge into hell. But what does she do with them? After all, three people aren't going to storm a facility with fifty trained agents inside. She needs a plan. And unfortunately, her main planner, Chuck, is unavailable. But Elise is pretty smart. Let's see what she can come up with on her own.

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The Trojan Horse

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Diane Beckman had always been a Type A personality. Most high ranking military officers were. It typically led to all kinds of medical problems for them. So when she retired, Diane made a conscious decision to try to get more mellow. After all, there weren't any life or death situations to deal with on a daily basis anymore. She even went as far as to read some books on meditation. She even tried it a few times.

But all that relaxation crap went out the window the instant that Bryce called. This was now war. Total and complete war. She had never cared for this Shaw character much anyway.

Fortunately, General Beckman still had a lot of contacts in active duty. It wasn't hard to contact the commander of a nearby base and ask him to get a force together and see what in the hell was going on at Red Mountain. Especially since there was the very real possibility that a United States Senator was being held there against her will. After all, the military needed all the friends in congress that they could get.

So General Beckman was quickly promised that someone would be sent ASAP. It would take a few hours to assemble and brief the force. And a few hours more to actually get to Red Mountain. But rest assured, they were on their way.

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Elise and the boys stood in the woods beside the road. Elise had pulled the car off the main road to a place where it would be out of sight.

"What are we doing?" Alex asked impatiently.

"Red Mountain is about a mile ahead," Elise said.

"Okay," Alex said. "Let's go."

"We have to plan on how to get in," Elise said with a laugh. "Did you think we would go knock on the front door?"

"Well," Alex said. "Actually, I thought we would shoot our way through the front door."

Elise looked at Alex for a moment – and decided that he was serious. "That would be heroic, Alex," she said as gently as she could. "But it would also be suicide. We can't help Kate if they simply shoot us by the front door. There are only three of us. There are probably fifty or more of them. We need an edge."

"Okay," Alex said. "You're the professional. What should we do?"

"Did you ever read the story of the Trojan Horse?" Elise asked.

"Of course," Alex said. "Should we build a shrine to Shaw's manhood – and get inside?"

Elise grinned. "From what I hear of him, that might work," she said. "But it would take too long. No, a facility with this many men needs lots of supplies. How do you think that they get those supplies?"

"I don't know," Alex said. "Trucks, I suppose."

"Exactly," Elise said. "We need to get in one of those trucks."

"How do we do that?" Chuck Junior asked. "I don't imagine they are going to stop here and let us in."

"Maybe," Elise said. "But then again, you might be surprised at what they will do. I didn't want to tell you guys – but I brought a pretty powerful weapon with us. It's a weapon that has destroyed much larger facilities than this."

"Thank God," Chuck Junior sighed. "It's a Stinger missile, right? Is it is the car? I'll go get it."

"No," Elise laughed. "It's not a Stinger missile – and it's not in the car. I'm afraid that it's not that kind of weapon."

"Okay," Chuck Junior said, obviously confused. "What kind of weapon is it?"

"It is much more powerful than a stupid Stinger missile," Elise said. "It's actually sort of ironic. This particular weapon was developed at this very facility. Let me show you." Smiling at the guy's confused look, Elise very slowly and methodically took off her jacket. Both of the guy's faces immediately turned red as they saw her form fitting t-shirt. It wasn't transparent. But it also didn't hide anything. It was very, very clear that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Elise couldn't keep in the laugh as she saw the guy's faces. "I think they might stop," she said. "At least as long as you two lugs get out of sight. Oh, and assuming the driver is a man. What do you think?"

Elise kept laughing at the guy's embarrassed silence. "Okay guys," she said. "This would be the point where you stop staring at my chest and actually get out of sight. For the record, I'm not excited. It's just a little chilly out here without my jacket. If Robbie ever hears this story…"

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Sarah was getting very worried. It had been a few hours since Shaw left. And there had been no contact – with anybody. There were clearly two guards assigned to the floor. Every once in a while they would walk past the cells together to make sure everything was okay – but they never said anything. Janice mocked them by waiving at them in a friendly way each time – but they never responded.

But this next time the guards walked past was substantially different. There was a third set of footsteps - because they had Casey between them. They took him to the cell directly across the aisle from Sarah. After they put him in the cell, they removed his cuffs.

"Casey," Sarah said as soon as the guards wordlessly left. "What happened?"

"They jumped me just as soon as I left your place," Casey said. "I called Sparky with my phone in my pocket. I don't know if they heard it or not. There were five of them. Two took me to the airport and brought me here. The other three were going for Elise and then the boys."

"Where is here?" Janice asked. "Do you know?"

"They called it Red Mountain," Casey said. "Does that mean anything to you?"

"Damn," Janice said. "Of course. We should have recognized this place. Red Mountain is an old CIA facility. It was closed years ago. Sarah and I had seduction training here."

"We must be in the lockup area on the third floor," Sarah said. "We heard them say that Elise and the boys escaped. The boys must have heard you and went to rescue Elise. That was really brave of them. If they heard the name Red Mountain, Elise would know where that is. Do you really think…"

"Yeah," Janice quickly said. "I do. Elise has guts. I mean, she can't shoot and hit the broad side of a barn… but the kid has guts – and brains. You can't deny her that."

"Her body ain't half bad either," Casey said with a short laugh. When he saw Janice's look, he just shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, I'm just saying..."

Their conversation was quickly interrupted when Shaw walked down the hallway. "Well," he said. "It looks like the old team is back together. I'd bet that you'd like to know what's going on?"

"Of course," Sarah said. "More than that, we'd like to get out of here – and kick your ass around the room."

"Maybe later," Shaw said with a smirk. "Agent Walker. Approximately thirty years ago, you were assigned a Red Test. Your assignment was Evelyn Shaw. She was my wife. I miss her terribly."

"Okay," Sarah said. "I understand. Daniel, I'm very sorry that your wife was killed. But I was just following orders. And if you want revenge – why not just kill me? Let everyone else go."

"Sorry," Shaw said. "Killing you simply isn't good enough. You need to suffer."

Shaw pulled out his gun and fired at Casey. The shot impacted him in the shoulder area. The force knocked Casey violently against the wall and then to the floor. "Without treatment that shot is fatal," he said. "It's going to take about four hours for him to bleed out. When he's dead, I'll pick someone else to be next. Once you've watched everyone that you love die, then I'll deal with you. Not before."

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The truck driver nearly ran off the road when he saw Elise standing there. There was no question about stopping. "Hey, little lady," he said through the rolled down window. "What are you doing out here all alone?"

Elise knew the drill. These guys may have looked like a regular tandem truck driving team. But they were really low level CIA agents. The CIA didn't miss many opportunities to be secure. And they really didn't trust civilians. So she held up her badge. "Agent Green," she said. "I'm trying to report to Red Mountain. My car broke down. Do you think that maybe you could take a look at it?"

The driver looked at Elise critically. "Agent Green?" he asked. "I've never heard of you. Who are you to report too?"

"I'm reporting directly to Director Daniel Shaw," Elise said. "I just talked to him. He's getting pretty lonely – if you know what I mean. I'm sure that he would consider it a personal favor for you to help me out."

The men just looked at each other. She was plainly sleeping with the Director. After all, rank has its privileges. "Yes, ma'am," one of them said. "Let's take a look."

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Casey could feel himself slowly getting weaker. As soon as Shaw had left, Sarah and Janice started shouting instructions to him to get pressure on his wound. But there was no way to stop the bleeding. So he asked Sarah to give him and Janice some privacy. The best that she could do was to turn away and cover her ears.

Janice started crying immediately. "Don't you dare say goodbye to me," she sobbed. "This isn't over. We're going to get you out of there. You just hang on."

"I know," Casey said. "I'm not giving up. I just want you to know how much I love you. The last twenty years have been the best of my life. I wouldn't change a thing. I hope that you wouldn't either."

"I wouldn't change anything either," Janice said as she wiped her eyes with her hand. "Except maybe running for the Senate. It's put a lot of pressure on you. I'm so sorry."

"Are you kidding?" Casey asked. "I'm so proud of you that I could spit. You're going to be President. I especially wouldn't change that. We always dedicated our lives to the greater good. What better way than to be President? Promise me that you'll be President – no matter what happens."

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As soon as the men got out of the truck to look at Elise's car, it was child's play for the guys to tranq them. They took their weapons, zip tied their arms and legs, and put them in the trailer.

Alex quickly climbed into the driver's seat. It was the first time that his face actually looked happy on the entire trip. "I've always wanted to drive a big rig," he said. "Every since I was a little boy."

Elise and Chuck Junior climbed in the passenger seat.

"Somebody has to stay out front and create a diversion," Elise said.

"How?" Alex asked. "What sort of diversion?"

"The easiest thing would be to take some weapons and start firing," Elise said. "They will think that they're under attack. All of their attention will be diverted out here. You two will then be able to get in, hopefully undetected. It's going to be dangerous. I think that I'll have to do it."

"No way," Chuck Junior said. "You're the only one who knows the building layout. I'll stay."

"I agree that it can't be Elise," Alex said. "But I'll stay. It's your family."

"No way," Chuck Junior said. "Elise has a son and a husband to take care of. You have my sister to take care of. I don't have… Look, I'm staying. That's all there is to it."

Elise looked at him for a long moment. "Sparky," she finally said. "I know that we're willing to die today but please don't throw your life away taking some foolish chance because you haven't found the right girl yet. That's just silly. Candidates are forming a line as we speak. You're only twenty. She's out there. Promise me?"

Chuck Junior just nodded.

"Okay," Elise said. "Take this gun plus the ones we took off the drivers. Find a spot where you can see the front entrance but you have some protection. Give us ten minutes. Then the next person that comes out of that door, shoot at. They will return fire. Your job is just to keep firing enough to keep them occupied and thinking that all three of us are out here. You have enough ammunition to last about a half hour. We're going to sneak in while you have them occupied, free the team, and ambush those bastards. If you run out of ammo before we get back to you – you surrender. Do you understand?"

Chuck Junior just nodded.

Elise wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed so tightly that he thought he was going to pass out. "I love you, Sparky," she whispered. "I always have and I always will. Remember what I told you? When the time comes, you'll become a warrior? Well, the time has come."

"I love you too," Chuck Junior said. "Don't worry about me. Tell everyone I said hi – and that I love them."

Alex held out his fist. "Good luck, buddy," he said. "It's time to become warriors."

Chuck Junior just grinned as he bumped fists. "It's time to kick some ass," he said. "Take care of my sister. I'll see you guys in a few minutes."

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Once Alex pulled the semi into the warehouse, they were able to surprise and tranq the two men that were assigned to help unload the truck. As soon as they heard the shots, they knew that Sparky was executing his assignment. So Elise and Alex found the building entrance. Since everyone was called up to the main entrance to defend against the attack, they were quickly able to surprise the lone man that was left guarding the warehouse entrance. He was able to slash Alex on the arm with his knife before he was subdued. Just like the truck drivers before, they zip tied his arms and legs. Then they gagged him.

Elise noticed the blood stain growing on Alex's arm. "Are you okay?" she asked as she led Alex to the stairs.

"I'm okay," Alex said. "I don't think it's very deep. Let's go."

"The lockup facilities are on the third floor," Elise softly said as they climbed. "They would use them for prisoner and interrogation training. Hopefully that's where they are keeping our folks. The stairway is in the middle of the building. You go right and I'll go left. Shoot anybody that you see."

Elise paused before she opened the third floor door and hugged him. "If I never get another chance," she said. "I want to tell you how proud I am of you. You're a kick ass warrior. Kate is very, very lucky."

"Thanks," Alex said. "I'm proud to be fighting with you. I'll never forget you. I hope that you're planning on coming to our wedding."

Elise just looked at him. "You're kidding, right?" she asked. "You couldn't keep me away. I'm kinda hoping that Kate asks me to be in it."

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Sarah was having a hard time keeping Janice from panicking. Casey tried for a long time to keep talking to them but they hadn't heard a word from him in some time now.

"I'm going to lose him," Janice sobbed.

Sarah was trying to be as soothing as she could possibly be. "There is no reason to give up hope," she said firmly. "You can hear that gunfire as well as I can. Someone is attacking."

"If that's Elise," Janice said sadly. "They've been discovered. That means they'll be joining us very soon."

And actually, the more that Sarah thought about it, she had to agree with Janice. It caused her heart to sink. If that was Elise and the boys, it was foolish to try and attack openly. They wouldn't last ten minutes. "Come on Elise," she said, more to herself than anybody. "I thought that you were a lot smarter than that."

"Thanks," Elise said with a sly grin as she walked up and looked into Sarah's cell. "I mean in the unlikely event that was actually a compliment, of course. Are you ready to get out of there?"

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Chuck and Kate could plainly hear the gunfire. That sounded hopeful – as much as it was. There was a lot of scurrying for a minute as all the guards went someplace. Clearly they were responding to whoever was firing. Well, all of the guards except obviously one. Kate knew that she was in trouble as soon as only one guard came into the cell - especially given which one of the guards that it was.

"Well, Sweet Cheeks," he said with an obvious leer. It was clear that he had been waiting for this opportunity. "It's looks like we have a few minutes to be alone. Thanks to whatever moron is outside. Are you done holding out for a hero? Things would go a lot easier for you if you had a friend."

Kate tried very hard to not show him how scared she was – but she could see the look in his eyes. It was very obvious what he had in mind. "Don't tell me," she said sarcastically. "You'd like to become my very intimate friend."

"Exactly," he said. "I think that I could make your stay with us a lot more comfortable… if we were friends."

"Let's see," Kate said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You want me to get friendly with you – right here on the cement floor – in front of my dad. That sounds really tempting – but I think that I'll pass."

Chuck couldn't take listening to this. He could also tell what this sick bastard had in mind. In fact, he became as enraged as he had ever been in his life. "I'm not a violent man," he said through gritted teeth. "But I swear to you – if you so much as look like you're going to touch her – I'm going to splatter your brains all over that wall."

But the guard just grinned at him. "Okay, Daddy," he said. "You've got yourself a deal. I accept your challenge. I'll hold up my end. Let's see if you can hold up yours."

Then he walked over to where Kate was standing. "Sorry, Sweet Cheeks," he said with an evil grin. "Daddy just dared me. How can I let such a challenge pass? I wouldn't be able to look myself in the mirror." He then grabbed Kate by the throat and forced her against the wall.

Kate instinctively tried to push the man away. "Please," she said. "Don't do this."

But he just tightened his grip until Kate couldn't breathe. "Put your arms down to your side," he demanded.

Kate really didn't have much choice. She tried to fight – but he was far too big and strong for her. And she couldn't breathe. So after a moment she just let her arms go limp and stopped fighting.

"All the way," he growled.

Kate could quickly feel the blackness overtaking her. So she let her arms fall to her side. The guard relaxed his grip. Kate knew what was about to happen – especially when he started kissing her. There was just nothing that she could do about it. She was too busy trying to catch her breath. So she simply let her body go limp and closed her eyes at the horror. She could feel one of his hands groping her breast through her clothes. The other was unbuttoning the top button of her blouse.

But just as suddenly as the attack came, Kate couldn't feel the man at all. Did he suddenly get a conscience? Pure surprise caused her to open her eyes. The guard was lying on the floor at her feet in a heap. Three darts were protruding from his back. And then she saw the very best sight of her young life. Alex – her Alex - was standing there. The first thing that Kate noticed was how tired he looked. He clearly hadn't showered or shaved in a while. But he looked absolutely perfect. He was also holding a gun. That was a definite plus.

For Alex's part, he was too relieved to feel any emotion except pure joy. She was alive. He had made it in time. So, sure – this scumbag that was about to rape her would have to be dealt with. But that could wait for a few minutes – until he was sure that she was safe. "I'll thank you to take your hand off my fiancé's chest," was all he could bring himself to say with a broad smile directed at her. "Go find your own girl."

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