Chuck Versus the Horror Hair

Writers block has been the pain in my ass since I started this second account.

Thank you for the reviews, it means alot and I am sorry about the wait.

This one time at band camp, I stole the rights to chuck...syke! if only that was true.

I do not own chuck...

John Casey was someone you didnt want to meet. He was the type of guy who would shoot first and ask questions later, so when Mr Hunt had upset not just the CIA, but the NSA, they would send their best agent to end his life. He'd only had one encounter with Mr Casey, that had left him with a huge scar on the right side of his face to prove it. To best describe Mr hunt, he was like two face, but fatter and with brown hair and probably older. (and if you dont know who Two -Face is get out! and its not the make up product! oooh I broke the fourth wall).

That was thirty years ago, and alot of water has gone under the bridge, like Mr hunt paying alot of money for protection and moving to a sunny beach where he can drink as many cocktails as he wanted. Drinking all the cocktails is hard work and he needed a vacation. He wanted to go back to his old roots. Okay, he was lying to himself he missed the sleezy life of money laundering, being a drug lord etc. He dreamt of going back there; could even smell the cociane in the air just thinking about it. After the incident -which caused Mr Hunt to cringe- he would never go back to that lifestyle, but maybe a trip burbank, USA, is what he needed, anyway what could possible go wrong.

Here he was in Burbanks best club, sipping on his favourite rum, when two incompetent idiots decide to knock into him and spill his drink all down his desginer shirt.

"I am so sorry. Me and my friend we were just fighting and-"

"and?" Mr Hunt raised an eyebrow at the tall curly hair character that had kinda just gone into a trance. He assumed he was probably high.

"hahaha I owe you a drink. My friend will get you one, Mr hunty"

"how do you know my name?" He hadnt visted this country in years. He looked at his goon and motioned them to come here. The small bearded one that was next to the man in question took a step infront of the two with a cocky grin.

"Dont worry, my Hansolo! Ive got this" The bearded troll winked at chuck and then looked back at Mr hunt. "He's a spy..but shh" he went to place a finger to Mr hunt's lips but requestioned it looking at the scar on his face.

"we should run" chuck nodded to himself, he went to make a break for it but his drunken mind couldn't control his feet and he slipped and hit the floor with a bang. "Or we could stay here. Have a nap. Let this all blow over"

"Dont worry chuck! I am comming!" morgan attemt to get chuck off the floor ended up with him joining chuck. "this is pretty comfy. Maybe two-face can join!"

Okay I know It's a very small chapter. But I'm not sure whether to turn this into a full adventure or not.