A bit of a filler chapter, but I've had two weeks of exams and this is all I can do for now, happy reading, I will update as soon as I can. Remember to review after you've read.
Chapter 8
Chuck ran as fast as his legs could take him, he knew something was wrong here, very wrong. How could Joe have found Sarah? But then his memory flashed back to when he had leant his phone to him and called Sarah and.. Oh God, how could he have been so stupid and oblivious to this? Joe - if he was part of the ring, probably put a tracker in his phone and found Sarah. What did they want with her?
All he knew was, he had to get out of here. He ran back up the path he came and stood at the black, towering gates with thick, unforgiving ivy wrapped around each individual pole. He pressed the button and waited.
"Hello?" He heard the secretary's voice say. "Why would you like to leave, do you have permission?"
"Yeah, hey, it's Chuck, remember I left with Leo and the others earlier for the second part of our seduction class? I just came back to get something, we're only at the club a few miles away."
"Hold on Agent Bartowski, I'll just ring him to make sure." She said, as the line went quiet.
Chuck tapped his foot impatiently. "Agent, Mr Montgomery says that you left with somebody earlier, why are you back here?"
"Uh." Chuck searched his brain frantically, thinking of something clever to say. "Well, the technique I used to seduce this lady worked so well, I want to go back there and do it again, just to make sure."
She was silent for a moment and told him to hold on, he heard her fumble for something at the other end. "I'll send a car for you now, Chuck. You know you can't just go wandering around willy-nilly."
He didn't know what else to do but agree. "Fine, thank you."
"The gates will open when the car arrives." She said and the line went dead.
About ten minutes later a dark BMW pulled up and Chuck got in the back, the driver said nothing and just sat there looking sinister with his dark sunglasses and his black, pressed suit. On the way there Chuck devised a quick plan, but he was certain that it would work. He considered telling the people at Spy School about the situation, but they probably wouldn't have let him go.
The driver silently stopped outside of the club, which ironically, was named Captive. Chuck thanked the driver as he drove off into the night. He sheepishly glanced left and right, then turned and walked in the opposite direction. He was walking so quickly that he almost broke into a run, beads of sweat were steadily making their way down his forehead.
Five minutes later, he was outside of Carina's hotel room, he didn't even hesitate before knocking, he bunched both fists up into a ball and hammered on the door, she emerged looking dazed and confused. She saw Chuck standing before her and her face lit up.
"Chuck!" She exclaimed, a little too loudly.
"Carina, I don't have time to talk, do you have a car, can I borrow the keys?" He asked hurriedly.
"Yeah, I guess so, is Sarah in trouble, Chuck?" Carina said, a worried look etched onto her face.
"She's in deep shit, Car. Do you have a tranq gun I can borrow, too?" He just wanted to go, now.
"Sure." She saw what a rush he was in, she grabbed the car keys and tossed them to him, she lifted up her mattress to reveal a shiny silver tray, complete with guns and sharp knifes.
"Thanks." He mumbled, taking out a gleaming, silver tranq gun and then another - just in case . Carina acknowledged the fact that Chuck didn't have time to talk, she stepped aside and let him vanish through the door, just as quickly as he came.
Sarah
She was dying to go to the toilet, her bladder was squirming and twisting and gasping to be emptied. She wriggled uncomfortably in the chair, her arms and legs were tingling, she was dying to move them and her back was aching from sitting in the same position for the past couple of hours. Sarah also felt sick, sick with dread, what was Chuck going to do? Did he even know what they were planning?
Each minute felt like an hour, and when eventually, the men stopped pacing up and down the room, Sarah wondered what was happening now. All of a sudden, she felt herself being hoisted up from the ground. She desperately tried to look around, but she couldn't turn her stiff neck. The two big slabs of beef, shoved her into Chuck's spacious closet and then they slammed the door into her face.
She tried to slow her breathing down so that she could listen to what they were saying.
"He's here!" She heard them shout. "Bartowski's here!"
Oh God, please no. Don't hurt him, I haven't seen him for months and I'm damned if your going to hurt him now. She thought angrily.
Chuck shakily opened the door, he was shaking with terror and anticipation. There was a small chance that this could be nothing, just some misunderstanding, but then it could be completely the opposite as well. He looked around the room as he opened the door and as he did, he saw a herd of masculine giants diving from every door way.
He quickly pulled the two tranq guns out from his back pocket, and glided across the room, shooting each of them before they could even touch him. He flashed and started to do perfect somersaults across the room, artfully dodging their bullets. The surprised ring agents watched in awe, as he shot them down one by one. He relaxed in the knowledge that he was only tranqing them, not killing them.
He pressed his back up against the wall in the hallway leading up to his room, he pointed his guns in all directions and suspiciously eyed each candidate doorway. Chuck wearily stepped into his room and saw Joe standing there looking smug, with two men-in-black like agents standing behind him.
"Hello Chuck." Joe said, stepping forward.
Chuck held up his gun. "Don't come any closer." He said, sounding braver than he felt.
"Look, are you going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?" Joe gestured behind him where his 'friends' held up real guns, not child's play tranq guns. Chuck backed away a little, but took a deep breath to compose himself.
"What do you want, Joe?" He said through gritted teeth.
"I want you Chuck and your very special brain." Joe grinned.
"What do you mean, special brain?" Chuck quizzed.
"You're the Intersect Chuck, and not just any ordinary Intersect, you're the Intersect 2.0!"
"What? That's ridiculous!" Chuck shouted back angrily.
"Don't even bother trying to hide it Chuck, now you're coming with us." Joe said, as his men stepped forwards, eyeing Chuck evilly.
"Wait." Chuck said hurriedly. "Where is Sarah? What have you done with her?"
Joe started to laugh, his hands went to his stomach and he doubled over. Chuck looked at him, he really wanted to know what they had done with Sarah, if they had even got her.
"Where is she?" Chuck shouted. "I'll give you whatever you want, just tell me where she is."
Sarah desperately tried to make a noise from inside the cupboard, but she couldn't even squeak. She insistently pulled at her hands and tried so hard to move her feet. She was getting tired, she wanted to scream at them, why couldn't they tell Chuck that she was in here? She felt tears streaming down her cheeks, she really wanted to get out of here.
When Joe had stopped laughing, he edged closer to Chuck, so that he was squarely facing him. "I killed her, she's dead."
"No!" Chuck screamed. "You're lying!"
"I assure you I'm not, now, come with us."
Chuck sank to his knees and screamed the word no over and over again, his shoulders were shaking and he was sobbing his heart out. They had to be lying, just had to be. His heart swelled and he felt like the world had ended, he couldn't live without Sarah.
Sarah heard all of this and tried harder than ever to get out, she desperately wanted to scream, "I'm not dead, I'm not dead, Chuck!" But she couldn't, with tears pouring down her face, she could only listen what was going on.
"No!" Chuck panted, as they pulled him out of the apartment and bundled him in the back of their van.
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