A/N Thanks for the reviews guys and gals.

And to organize the characters as one reviewer was getting slightly mixed up. Here's an OC list:

Director Sam Grimsdóttir- CIA director, codename Gamma 3-6.

Echo 6- Male, Team lead New York City

Formerly Based in: London, Moscow, Berlin, Madrid, Rome, Moscow, Tokyo, Beijing, London, Jerusalem, Rome, Sydney, LA, Bogota (temporary base), Miami, New York, DC (temporary assignment), Promotion to team lead New York.

Alpha 2- Male, explosive and vehicular specialist.

Formerly based in: LA, NYC.

Alpha 1- Female, aircraft and long range specialist.

First assignment NYC.

Sierra 4- Female, tech specialist.

Formerly Based in: Paris, DC, Tokyo, NYC.

Lima 9- Male, soldier.

Formerly Based in: Beijing, Berlin, Stalingrad, Jerusalem, Rome, Miami, Cairo, Sydney, NYC.

That should cover all major OCs, any others in the fic (there are a few others) you don't have to remember anything about as they will likely either disappear or die in short order.

Chapter 7- Explosions, Gunplay, and Airplanes

+ 1 Day 12 Hours

"Hello Charles."

"What are—your behind all this?"

"No Charles, if I had known what he," Orion aka Steven Bartowski pointed towards Echo, "was planning on doing I would have done everything in my power to stop it."

"I don't understand."

"I work with them as a sort of contractor. I have some influence with those who understand what I do for them, but I unfortunately didn't have the power to stop this before it began."The elder Bartowski walked over to a computer and using a combination of the desktop and his wrist computer quickly called up an Intersect symbol. Chuck flashed immediately it was the same flash and symbol that Orion had shown him.

"No I saw Orion die."

"As Orion I've had to die a few times, but I'm him Chuck."

"So you built the Intersect."

"No, not all of it…just the really cool parts."

"Can you remove it?"

"I'll need a little time with the Intersect cube to reprogram it but yes. Perhaps I can forgive you Echo Six if you're actions here manage to get the Intersect out of my son."

"Team 10 is securing an Intersect cube as we speak."

"From Roark Industries?"

"How did you?"

Orion spun and walked out the door furiously typing on his wrist computer. The team quickly followed after they overcame their momentary stunned inaction. Chuck followed after them.

"They're going to need help, have they started their assault yet?"

"I don't know, perhaps."

He called up his wrist computer and punched in a macro. "Ok they've already initiated their operation but I can help provide support." He said grabbing a laptop out of his helicopter. He sat down and quickly began hijacking a Predator drone. He redirected it over to Roark industries and used its sensors to quickly get a readout of the battlefield. Locating the team he began searching for any targets he could safely takeout.

"They have the cube." He commented dryly. He fired off a missile into a different corner of the facility and leveled it. The team heard the explosion and without knowing whether it was friendly or not ran out into the open and attempted to quickly make it to their egress point. Orion fired off another missile into the building from which they had most recently exited. The weapon leveled the building completely and Orion smiled as the team used the ensuing confusion in order to escape.

The elder Bartowski looked up from the computer and fighting across the America, "Are we going to LA now or later?"

"Chuck isn't leaving yet."

"Have the cube brought to me as soon as the LA team arrives." Orion said turning to Chuck. "I'll make sure we get that thing out your head, I'm sorry you got mixed up in all of this."

Chuck just stood there stunned into silence.

"Back to your cell Bartowski." Echo said roughly pushing him towards the rest of the group. Alpha 1 grabbed his arm and dragged him through the door.

"Ann, what is going on?"

"Your dad is trying to get the Intersect out of your head; he's rather unhappy that you've been kidnapped by us, even if it was for your own protection, but we've treated you quite well haven't we?"

"I've been roughed up a bit and I could have lived without the guns."

"So nothing really bad has really happened?" Unless Sarah dies that is, but we aren't going to mention that part.

"I suppose not."

"Yeah, while we've been nice to you we usually aren't this nice with our prisoners of course we normally don't take them for the reasons we took you."

"Why did you take me?"

"I think Echo would be the one you should ask that question but it was primarily for your own safety Fulcrum was closing in on your location we had to take down to Fulcrum agents on the way to get you actually." She finished as the door opened revealing the man who Chuck had just been directed to ask questions of holding a briefcase.

"Give me a few moments alone with our guest, clear the observation room and I want no surveillance."

She nodded and moved out of the room quickly.

Echo just stood in the door for a moment not saying anything. Chuck, unable to bear the silence, quickly broke it. "Is there something I can call you besides Echo? It just sounds so weird and impersonal."

"It's supposed to be impersonal, but will John work for you?"

"That your cover name?"

"Sometimes." He waited for a moment and saw his junior team member in the observati"Yoon lounge and the lights dimmed a moment later indicating that the bugs and cameras were off. "Let's get down to business now Mr. Bartowski. As you have noticed we've probably treated you better than any other captors you've had before, correct?"

"I suppose," Chuck said warily.

"There is a reason for that Chuck, these extreme measures while lamentable were necessary for two reasons. First Fulcrum was closing in on you and were in danger of capturing you, and Fulcrum or the Ring capturing the Intersect are not allowable."

"You could have just told us, we would have left if New York was too dangerous."

"That would have blown our cover and they would have gotten to you in Burbank eventually anyway. Now the second reason we needed to do this, was because I'd like to offer you a job."

"What?!?" Who offers someone a job, by kidnapping them and holding them against their will?

"You are uniquely capable of absorbing the Intersect and with the new Intersect that's being developed anyone in possession of it would be a powerful force to contend with. If Fulcrum or the Ring were to secure Intersect 2.0 then we would be, for the most part, screwed. Now, while you probably won't believe me, I can't fault you for that, I would rather you have that thing in your head than anyone else," He silenced Chuck with a simple look that said 'say one word and your dead.' "Now I also have the means to destroy this new Intersect and since I'm not going to have my team enter the room, I'm going to leave it up to you. You are the only one to ever have the Intersect in human form; you're the only one who can properly judge what should happen to it. I understand that I'm asking you to sacrifice everything you've been striving for since Larkin first sent you the Intersect, but Chuck the thing is we are in the middle of a war. Have been for some time. The new Intersect has the ability to end that war once and for all, but if that were to happen well there would be some negative repercussions for both myself and everyone here."

His intense gaze began to unnerve Chuck, "This thing, whoever absorbs it they'd well as you would say it would make them a superspy. If someone with the training and instincts of an agent uploaded it then they'd be virtually unstoppable. You have neither the instincts nor real training of an agent so you could still be beat, but you'd also be a formidable opponent. I've seen the designs for this thing, I wish it had never been built, but it has and I'm asking you to use it on yourself; I'm asking you to end this war; I'm asking you to be a spy Chuck; I'm asking you to…I'm asking you to sacrifice everything you've ever wanted for the greater good. I don't imagine you could have arrived at a decision on the spot, so don't bother telling me if you decide to upload it or not. But the thing is, you're the only one who can be trusted with the Intersect, you don't want to be a spy or be in this war and that's what makes you uniquely suited to end it everyone else is to close, they'll win it for their side without thinking of the consequences." He opened up the briefcase he was carrying and motioned for Chuck to look inside.

"This is something Orion, your father, developed for us. It'll fry the Intersect he wants you to use it after you use his cipher to deintersect yourself. He never wanted his family mixed up in this business, but you are and I think it's far too late to pretend that you aren't. Now in order to fry it all you have to do is slot this into the computer and it'll fry it."

"Sounds simple enough."

"It is."

"There's a few other things we're going to have to discuss but think about the new Intersect, I imagine you, and Sarah would make an excellent partnership if you were to absorb it."

***

+ 1 Day 13 Hours 30 Minutes

Echo and Chuck emerged from the room the latter looking rather pale and nervous the former exuding his usual calm, cool, confidant, collected air about himself.

"Hey boss you almost missed it Lima's about to start kicking some ass. Oh and Bartowski your dad is in the tech center, down the hall third door on your left." Alpha wanted him out of the command center, she knew he wouldn't be happy about the killing that was about to start especially if Walker turned out to be leading one of the teams.

***

Decoy House Same Time

Lima couldn't help but keep the smile off of his face, he didn't get nearly enough gunplay in his job as he'd like and he was about to get some real fun in. He checked the wrist computer, a gift from Orion, again and confirmed the number of agents on his floor.

They were divided into three sections, the one he was at the end of, and two on either side. They were designed to funnel troops down all three corridors evenly so that an attacking force wouldn't be overwhelming unless they were willing to risk being flanked. He was hiding in a walk in closet that was at the end of the center room. Opposite it was an elevator bank and on either immediate side were large glass windows that offered normally offered a perfect view of the city skyline, but it was currently marred by the renovations on the building across the street.

He opened up a macro on his wrist computer to turn on all the lights in thirty seconds; he had the entire floor plunged into darkness since the NSA agents had entered the building, and then drew his pistol. He centered it on the door where the government agent's head would be. As the agent wrenched open the door and faced into the even darker closet a soft pfft echoed for the rest of agents.

Lima rushed the now dead body and grabbed him, holding him up as a human shield. The agent was fortunately light and he wouldn't need the shield for long. He leveled his weapon out the other pair of agents in the room. He squeezed off two shots at the first agent; the first round hit him the shoulder eliciting a grunt of pain before the second round slammed into his throat silencing him forever.

The third agent in the room located the source of the weapons fire and quickly returned fire. The bullets slammed into the dead human shield, Lima abandoned the body and fired off a series of rounds at his attacker. The first three shots impacted onto the NSA agents body armor, the fourth struck the top of the vest while the remaining rounds in the clip impacted his chin, face, and head.

The two agents stationed at the elevator bank heard the exchange and turned their attention to the man who had just killed three of their friends. The lights activated a moment later blinding them. Lima had been ready for this and pulled a pair of flash bangs out and rolled them down the marble floor to the elevator bank where the agents were taking cover. He knew he didn't have long until the doors to the other hallways burst forth with NSA agents coming to avenge their fallen comrades so he holstered his silenced pistol, his cover was blown and the silencer wouldn't be of any use anymore, and retrieved a pair of Glocks from his shoulder holsters.

A moment later, as expected, he heard the doors click open. He turned and fired off several rounds into the now open doorway. He'd practiced so many times he could hit the doorway with his eyes closed, he heard at least one shot hit the doorway itself while the others impacted their targets. The flash bang detonated buying him more time to deal with pair at the elevators. He saw one agent slump down, either dead or wounded while the others at the door took cover.

The guards from the left door, however, faced no such fire and began firing at Lima. He took off running but a few of the rounds impacted his vest, these guards were using fully automatic weapons and Lima knew he was lucky to have only barely been hit by three. He swung his right arm around and finished off his clip. He hurt a grunt of pain and figured most of the rounds had hit armor or the doorway rather than a nice unarmored vulnerable target. He emptied the remaining bullets in his left hand weapon. He quickly put both pistols back into their holsters. Then using his free hands he retrieved his throwing knife which was then sent flying towards the doorway on his left with Walkeresque accuracy. It, unlike the bullets, managed to impale itself on a soft target and he was rewarded with a scream of pain and the fire tapered off for a second while the other agents dealt with their wounded friend.

He gathered the Heckler and Koch MP7AI off of his chest and sighted it at the first of the two agents. The burst hit him dead center. It punched through the body armor and shredded his heart and lungs. His partner hastily turned and fired, still attempting to get over the combined effects of the lights blinding his night vision and the flash bangs detonation. Lima dove towards the elevator, rolled over, and fired at his enemy first destroying his knees and legs, then working his way through his body armor and he aimed higher and the NSA agent began to fall and finally with a pair of shots through his skull.

Lima rolled over to the side and onto the wall. There he retrieved M4/M203 off of his back and let his MP7A1 drop across his chest. He knew a second wave of NSA agents should be approaching soon. He sat with the grenade launcher ready and aimed at the elevator door waiting for it to open. It dinged a couple seconds later and as soon as the door slid open the grenade shot through the door, exploded, and instantly incapacitated everyone aboard.

The smile spread across his face as he got ready to finish up his combat. He prepared to detonate the shaped charges at the bottom of the windows, prepared a flash bang, and set up the "gas leak explosion" that would be on the headlines tomorrow. The entire top floor of the facility was designed to blow up and mimic a gas leak/explosion to allow operatives an easy escape and the opportunity to kill off their pursuers. He slid the tube out and replaced the grenade again before slinging his rifle against his back again. With military precision he reloaded each pistol, and submachine gun. Fully armed again he set the countdown on the C4 and explosion.

He shouldered his assault rifle and prepared to engage the NSA agents that were sure to be pouring into the space between him and his objective. He threw a flash bang around the corner and counted down till it detonated. The moment after it did, he rounded the corner firing. The bullets sent the agents diving for cover even as a few quickly returned fire despite the impairment from the flash bang. Lima found one NSA agent who seemed particularly devoted to killing him, he managed to hit him at least twice with his pistol his armor protected him, but still hurt like hell. That couldn't be allowed and he noticed the major's insignia on him, as he put a round through his head stopping the fire.

The shaped charges detonated and blasted out the thick windows. He continued firing his weapon and hit a pair of NSA agents who were between him and his exit. As he continued however he felt the impacts of rounds impacting his well armored body and despite the pain from the shots he ignored it and trudged forward towards the windows. He knew he was pretty much out of time and dropped his rifle across his chest before hurling himself through the window. The bullets followed him outside but he quickly dropped below the window.

He pulled his parachute at the first opportunity, eager to avoid splattering into the street. A moment later the floor he had just jumped out of exploded in a brilliant fireball. The NSA strike force that was sent to rescue the Intersect was wiped out.

"Lima Niner clear, is my ride waiting?"

"Affirmative, you are clear to proceed to egress point and your usual ride is waiting."

Lima disconnected the radio and prepared to deal with the crowd that was sure to gather and witness his escape. He'd tell them he was a simple base jumper and the explosion wasn't him, which might work but he could just shove his way past them.

***

+ 1 Day 13 Hours

Beckman was briefing the gathered NSA strike force, her team on analysts and agents, and the CIA agents, "We believe the Intersect is being held on the upper floor. The first element will lead the way to the command center dealing with any resistance along the way. Now this is the floor plan of the top floor." A graphical depiction appeared on the screen behind her. "It opens up in a elevator bank and then divides into three sections, the outside two open into the middle one that appears to be some sort of lobby, the other two proceed further and then turn out to the sides of the building where they proceed to the command center and some sort of lab. The holding cells are on the other side of the command center. Now after the first element begins it's operation the second element will follow up and provide reinforcements and then fight their way through to the Intersect where they will secure him, and then escort him out through the stairs. I don't want to risk them shutting the elevators and trapping him there."

She turned to director Grimsdóttir, Walker, and Larkin. "This will be an NSA raid, you can provide technical support but we are going to be the ones to recover the Intersect."

Agent Walker was puzzled, Beckman knew her and Bryce were good agents so why would she hold them back? Then she realized that the comment was less about her and Bryce and simple inter-agency politics. Beckman wanted to maintain control over the Intersect project and the CIA now presented a threat to that dominance. Larkin appeared to arrive at the same conclusion as he looked to his director but said nothing.

Grimsdóttir nodded, "Fine by me."

"Major Casey you are to lead the second element, Major Reynolds you will lead the first element. Ready people?"

"Yes ma'am."

The agents began to file out of the room and headed towards their SUVs and vans.

"Agent Walker I am giving you an order, do not participate in this raid. We don't need Bartowski rushing into combat in some foolhardy attempt to save you."

"Yes ma'am," Sarah said reluctantly. She understood the logic, but she wanted to be the one to walk in and save Chuck.

***

+ 1 Day 13 Hours 20 Minutes

The strike team silently entered the lobby and began clearing the bottom floors. The CIA agents sat in a van across the street watching the feeds from the agents. One drew Sarah's interest as the agent looked through a window and across the street. The image bugged her, but she couldn't figure out why it bugged her something just seemed wrong in it. The building across the street looked normal, well normal for a building being completely renovated, but she couldn't figure out why it was wrong. She wished she had the Intersect so she could flash on it and figure out what was wrong.

Casey approached the lobby with his team. The first team had just entered the elevators and were now heading up to the top floor. He had to wait for the elevator to get back to the bottom floor before he could finally get in on the action that was sure to await them at the top. He tapped into the cams on the first element as he waited for the elevator to return to the lobby. He saw them carefully fanning out into the three different hallways and begin to scour the area for the enemies sure to by laying in wait.

He heard the distinctive ding of the elevator arriving at bottom floor. His team quickly packed in and he followed, but just before he saw the door close he saw the telltale blonde hair of his partner. He growled (#4 now is not the time) but blocked the door from closing and stepped out for a moment. "What is it now Walker? You know you're not allowed up there."

"This isn't the place. Chuck isn't here it's a trap."

"Walker we traced the call here, he is or was here."

"They fooled us somehow; the building across the street is undergoing major renovations. Chuck would have mentioned that he said everything was completely normal."

"Come on Walker what's more likely, that they tricked the tracing software or that Chuck either hasn't seen or didn't notice the renovations?" Casey raised his eyebrow to emphasis his disbelief.

"Casey this isn't it just look at the feeds. If I had any doubt do you think I'd try and call you off?"

Casey growled and turned to his team who were standing in the elevator, "Go on without me."

They headed off to the surveillance van as the team headed up the elevator. As they exited the lobby they heard the radios crackle to life. "Hostile in the zone."

"He's armed, we have agents down repeat we have agents down."

"How many hostiles?" Casey barked into the radio.

"One, shit this guy is good." The radio died with the agent.

"Flash bangs-get cover." A rushed message from another agent.

"Major Reynolds report."

"This is team two, give us his location we're approaching the floor now."

"He's by the elevator bank, he should be right there, be careful this guy is good to good."

"We're ready."

"Shit-Shit this guy's got fucking grenades."

"Team two is down, repeat team two is down."

"Major Reynolds REPORT."

"Multiple causalities, Major Casey how the hell did you survive that?"

"I wasn't on the elevator; Walker had something important to show me."

"He wiped out that whole elevator car with a explosive."

"I'm coming up the stairs."

"This thing will be over by then Major."

"One way or another you could use another gun." Casey said and a moment later regretted it as he heard the familiar sound of a gun being readied behind him. "Walker this doesn't change anything you still can't come."

"Casey you need all the help you can get."

"No, we need the Intersect alive and not getting himself killed because he thinks his little girlfriend needs his help."

"Casey-"

"-No Walker stay in the van from now, unless we specifically order you not to."

Sarah clenched her fists, she wanted to hit him but he had Beckman, orders, and logic on his side. She released her fists and sulked off towards the van as Casey began bounding up the stairs.

As Sarah was walking out of the lobby she heard an explosion roar above her. She looked up afraid at what she might find. She saw two things, one a long figure parachuting down from the top of the building, and second flames licking out of the top floor of the building where Chuck had been supposedly held. She didn't believe he was there, but in the chance the trace was right was deathly afraid that he could be dead. No Chuck can't be dead, he just can't be.

"Top floor is gone; anything there is dead or destroyed." She heard Bryce comment over the radio.

"Roger that we'll let the fire department handle that, anyone up there is definitely gone. Sorry Walker."

"Casey I told you, Chuck isn't here he's not dead."

"Walker we traced the call right here, this was where he was being held maybe he never got to see that building."

"Casey I know he isn't dead, I…I…I'd know if he was." She hated how it sounded and knew Casey would to; it wasn't realistic to expect him to understand when she barely understood what she was saying herself.

"Walker that shit only happens in crappy Hollywood love stories written by dumb liberals who want everyone to be happy and sing songs. The kid is gone, dead, blown to pieces."

Damm you Casey, I don't care if you're hurting to you can bounce back from his death sure you won't be the same agent you once were but you'll survive. If he's dead I'm done. I can't bounce back from this. So find some other way to deal with your grief besides taking it out on me. "I don't care Cas-" She remembered the man who had escaped from the building. Get your head in the game Walker, if Chuck's alive that guy knows where he is. She glanced up again and saw him disappearing around a street corner, a crowd gathering around him. Walker burst into the van and without a word to the shocked, and mourning, Bryce she launched the van into gear.

"Sarah what are you doing?"

"Someone escaped from that building, I'm following him to Chuck."

"Sarah Chuck's dead."

"No he's not, he can't be dead." She mumbled under her breath.

"Sarah we all know you care about him, but denying it won't make him come back."

"Bryce that whole thing was a trap a set-up. Do you really think that they'd have their prized asset killed as a part of their trap?"

"What are you talking about Sarah, the explosion was probably a fallback plan from the beginning."

"No Bryce the building across the street from Chuck was undergoing major renovations, Chuck would have known that. It's the stuff like that, the little things that Chuck said that Bryce that they wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to. Other than that I'm sure there's virtually no difference between the buildings, probably same height, color, etc etc."

The van careened around the corner and Sarah saw a figure dressed in black fighting off a crowd of people and attempting to get into a Porsche," That's him."

She took a deep breath in order to keep from running him over, jumping out and beating him until he told her where Chuck was. That likely wouldn't work to well, but tailing him would. His car quickly joined the flow of traffic and Sarah followed thirty meters back. She settled in for a long day of tailing someone around the city in traffic. Bryce was going to hate it, he hated waiting for things like sitting in traffic.

She had been following her target for about twenty minutes when she heard her cell phone ringing. She answered it calmly, "hello."

"Hello Agent Walker, you know if you were going to tail me, you probably should have chosen a better vehicle."

"Who is this?" She tried to get a better view of her mark hoping that he wasn't on a cell phone himself.

"The man you've be tailing for past twenty minutes, surely you didn't think I wouldn't notice a white van keeping a constant thirty meters back from me?"

Sarah sighed, she wanted to cry, scream, do something, her best hope of finding Chuck was now gone. The mark wouldn't lead her to his safe house if he knew he was being followed. "What do you want?"

"To tell you I'm sorry about the Intersect, I've been told he was a nice guy."

"I know he isn't dead."

"Did you miss the explosion? No one up there survived."

"Your right, but Chuck wasn't up there now are we going to keep playing games or are you going to give me a reason for why you called."

"Walker I think you should head back to LA the Intersect is dead, tell his sister ,brother, take some leave and then move on."

"Not without Chuck, now hand him over you-"

"If you want him Agent Walker I suggest you turn around and head back to where we started this little game, his burnt charred corpse should be in the holding cells somewhere. I just thought you might want to know that tailing me is a waste of time." He had a smile on as he floored the accelerator spun the car ninety degrees to the right and rocketed into a parking garage. Sarah attempted to follow him into the garage, but her van lacked the speed and handling of the sports car. She methodically searched the dark underground structure for his car and when she finally did find it he was long gone. Dammit why can't we catch a break? I know he isn't dead. Right?

+1 Day 18 Hours

"I'm done, the Intersect is ready Chuck all you have to do is put it in, watch it, and you'll be free of the Intersect forever."

Chuck accepted it dumbfounded. The key to ending the whole Intersect business was in his hands that was something he had almost given up hope of.

Echo stood cautiously against the wall. "Orion, Chuck let's go our plane is leaving shortly."

"Plane? Where are we going?" If they fly me out of the country or out of the state Sarah will never find me.

"Los Angeles." Back home, well at least that's a slight plus Sarah will probably head back there at some point for Ellie and her stuff so there's a billion to one shot she'll find me. She always does.

+ 1 Day 13 Hours Five Minutes

"Sarah we've been driving around for five hours, give it up he's gone. Hell for all we know his safe house is on the other side of the city! We need to go back to the hotel, get debriefed, and then you can either put in for some leave or get another assignment."

"Look I know that kind of agent, he wouldn't ditch us across the city from his safe house he's sure he lost us and it was probably only a few blocks away from that parking garage. He thinks he's too good to get caught and as for the time the door is right there Bryce use it if you don't-" She stopped as she saw a helicopter lift off from the building on her left.

"What is it Sarah?" Bryce said leaning over her to get a better look at what had interrupted her. "Sarah it's just a helicopter taking off, probably some CEO or Donald Trump going to play golf for the weekend."

Sarah ignored him and was already dialing Casey, "Casey is the radar surveillance still up?"

"Yeah Walker we've been busy dealing with our dead team." He said angrily, he didn't like losing his men and Walker seemed rather indifferent to their deaths.

"Check my location and tell me if there's anything here." She sent him her location.

Casey complied with the simple request. "Nope nothing, why?"

"There's a helicopter that just took off from the building on my left, if it isn't on radar then I'm thinking it might be our mystery escape vehicle."

"I don't know Walker, the buildings could just be shielding it."

"I'm following it Casey." She said as she hit the gas and took off after the chopper.

A/N This time I made sure the time stamps are accurate even if they don't seem to make exact sense. And I really need to watch some more Chuck, haven't seen it in weeks and writing Sarah here felt weird and wrong. The chapter did get cut a little short as it was getting to long, but don't worry only a couple scenes are missing here and have been shunted to the next chapter.

I hope I didn't repeat myself to much in this chapter (I know I had to have repeated myself a bit) but considering I found that part a bit twisted, I thought a little repetition was required sorry if I bored anyone with that. I know it wasn't well liked when I ended up doing some other repeating last time.