Don't own Chuck
As Chuck predicted he had no sooner gotten off the phone with Sarah when the duty officer in the ready room called him wanting to know what was going on. However, that didn't go over too well and in the end they had a few words from that came the Major. Chuck tried the same tactic with him but the Major wasn't buying what he was selling either. In the end Chuck agreed to talk with Beckman but Beckman only.
"Chuck you sure you know what you're doing?" said Casey from the monitor. He was checking out Dr. Mason's office in the museum while another team was hitting his house.
"I've got no choice I have deal with her directly or… Well you know the direction this can go in and I have to stop it. I just wished she'd called me and let me board that plane. I could've solved it with a flash."
"Maybe because you're both cut from the same mold you see a situation and you react. I'm not saying it's a bad thing but sometimes you jump when you should walk."
"Well if the General insists on enforcing protocols then I swear I shut all of NORAD down before I let her. I don't care if she threatens me with Supermax. I can live with that as long as Sarah's okay."
"Well keep it in your pants," said John as he pulled in the museum parking lot. "It might not come to that. I've got to go we're here at the museum. We're going to do a simultaneously breach on both locations. Hopefully we're not too late again."
"Let me know as soon as you have something," said Chuck". He got off the horn with Casey only to be called by the General.
"Can I know what's going on out there and do you have something against me sleeping? Now Chuck explain to me why is Agent Carmichael on a plane bound for Heathrow? Does this have to do with this Commandant you're looking for and the VHF. I was informed we have two more victims."
"Well yes and no. I mean maybe… Oh General you need to hear me through before reacting," said Chuck. The General raised her eyebrow.
"Can you just get on with the brief," said Beckman as she turned her coffee cup upside down. "I can see I'm going to need more. Hold that thought," she said then she disappeared and came back. "Okay continue."
"Well you see Jamil and Noora Al-Bayati were abducted this afternoon then later Jamil was picked up by facial recognition at LAX so Sarah went after him…"
"He's transporting some of the virus with him. They're using his wife to blackmail him," said the General. "Has Agent Carmichael made contact with him on the plane?"
"Yes he confirmed he was given a package to deliver and they are looking for it now. It turns out there was a Sky Marshal onboard who's giving assistance."
"Chuck you know as well as I do that could be a bomb. It goes off contaminating everyone onboard then the plane becomes a plague ship. The plane goes down in London or a populated area most of the fuel will be used by then so no fire to destroy the contaminated remains. First responders and helpful citizens arrive on scene to be contaminated too then this spirals out of control. Chuck you know the protocols for this."
"I know but screw the protocols this is Sarah and walnut we're talking about. Look I just need a little time. I've got the flight crew wearing oxygen masks which should protect them. Sarah and the Marshal are going to get this package I'll look at it then with a flash know what to do with it.
"Aren't you a little overly confident," said the General. If it had been any other agent she probably wouldn't have listened.
"I have to be or I'm lost. General we can work together on this or you can fight me but I won't let anyone hurt her while there's still hope."
"Very well I'll give you until the plane hits British air space then the decision will be out of my hands and you'd better have a compelling reason why the plane shouldn't be brought down."
"Will do," said Chuck as Beckman signed off. "Sarah, what's taking so long." He wished he was the one on the flight but he wasn't. He suddenly got an idea he began monitoring all the calls from their flight seeing who was being called. If the Curator had an accomplice onboard they could be trying to contact him."
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At 30,000 feet traveling across the U.S. BA flight 112 was making a great arch up heading north for Canada then Nova Scotia and the North Atlantic. Sarah and Jamil waited on Harry as he went to brief the plane captain. They had a plan to climb down in the hold and get the diplomatic pouch that Jamil brought onboard.
"Okay let's go," said Harry as he walked back through and got Sarah. Jamil started to get up but Sarah put her hand on his shoulder pushing him down.
"No it's better if you stay here and I go with Harry. Just give me your bag stub. If you're being watched we need to keep this looking normal. We'll be right back." Jamil gave Sarah the bag number then she went with Harry back to the first class galley where the access hatch to the hold was. Harry entered a key code and the hatch opened.
"Where are you two going," asked a flight attendant who walked in on them as they started down the ladder.
"Marg we're going... we're going down for...," said Harry as he looked at Sarah for some assistance because he was coming up a blank.
"We're going down for some medicine I accidently put in my check-on. I know it sounds kind of dizzy of me but that's me and I really need it for my baby."
"I knew you were further along than you said. Do you want me to come down with you and give you a hand finding it? I've got some free time?"
"No we can handle this you can go back to your inflight duties and leave this to us," said Harry as he went down first then helped her down. "I'm not looking," said Harry as he tried to help her down.
"Listen Harry between you seeing up my dress and me falling I'd prefer the former over the later. Had I known I was going to be climbing I would've worn something else. Let's just go find this piece of luggage."
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Chuck was back at Castle monitoring cell signals coming from Sarah's plane waiting on Casey to report in. But the longer John took the less likely it was that he had found anything to report in. As he sat there looking at the console his eyes started to get heavy and for a few minutes he dozed off. As soon as he drifted off his subconscious kicked in and he had started to dream.
"Sarah what are you doing here? You're supposed to be on your way to Heathrow," said Chuck as he went to her but she was cold to touch and pale.
"I'm sorry," said Jamil. She collapsed in his arms as he walked in. "But she shouldn't have followed me. She didn't want to take the shot to save Walnut."
"That's not your call to make I should've made the decision. You should've contacted me I'm her husband. Banai isn't going to get Ali I am. I want him and I want Mason they're going to regret this. When I get done with them... they'll be begging for mercy but it won't be coming."
"Your baby needs a name. What do you want her to be called?"
"You can name her after her mother... call her Sarah," Chuck heard himself say then he heard a distant voice call his name that got louder.
"Chuck dude wake up," said Morgan as he shook him. Chuck spun around in the chair outward blocking with his left while grabbed Morgan's throat with his right tossing him up and on the console.
"Stand down Bartowski," yelled Casey as he grabbed Chuck pulling him off Morgan. "Wake up and look around. You're in Castle."
"Geez Chuck you almost killed me," said Morgan with a raspy throat. "What got into you?" he said as he massaged his throat with a big red hand print on it.
"Oh Morgan I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't know it was you. John I thought you were going to call in?"
"And miss all this?" said John. "No, joking aside, there wasn't anything to call in. Dr. Mason was nowhere to be found. I left men posted that are keeping watch at his apartment and office but my gut feeling is he's fled."
"Why flee? He thinks his cover is intact so there's no reason to run and he's our ticket to the Commandant. Morgan the girls should be awake soon you can take them over to Orange Orange for breakfast. You might want something cool for your throat."
"Thanks Chuck," said Morgan in a hoarse voice. Alex came down the elevator carrying clothes for the girls and a travel kit with tooth brushes and other toiletries. "Hey Alex you want to go grab breakfast with me and this girls?"
"What's wrong with you voice?" asked Alex as Morgan looked over at Chuck then shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever, I guess I don't need to know. Let me get the girls up and changed then we can go from there."
Sudden a warning alarm sounded. Castle had detected a high frequency transmission from the plane to a location in L.A. Chuck jumped on the triangulation the destination searching for an address.
"There we go. Look at that John that's in the same neighborhood as bodies we found last night. Looks like we won't have to sell those encyclopedias door to door after all, I got the address let's go. I can take a tablet with me and talk with Sarah. They should be in the hold by now... Oh crap," said Chuck as he rode up in the elevator with Casey.
"What's the matter," he asked. Chuck was white as a sheet like he'd seen a ghost or something. The truth was he had he was thinking about his dream and how it seemed to be coming true.
"Don't you see John? Geez, we need to hurry" said Chuck as he took off running out of the Buy More with John behind him.
"No I don't see, and if you don't start talking I'm going to show you how Morgan felt," said Casey as they got in his Crown Vic.
"John that transmission came after Sarah and the Marshal went into the hold to find the canister of VHF which can only mean they were seen by some accomplice onboard and now he or she is asking for instructions."
"So this address is probably where Mason is at and he's going to tell this person what? We don't know do we?"
"No we don't and the transmission was only one way so whatever they wanted to tell or ask it fell on deaf ears."
"If he didn't pick up then we don't know if Mason is even at this place," said Casey as he sped through the city.
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On the beach the Commandant and his men had just finished morning prayers. The day had all the prospects of being beautiful. The first rays of sun were starting to beat down warming the sand and ocean waves lapped up to the shore. However, the Commandant would've felt better if he was in a safe house somewhere and not out in the open with a van full of canisters of death and a hostage.
"Come on," said the Commandant as he got back in the van. "We don't want to be seen out here in the open." He climbed back in watching the early morning people out on the beach walking their dogs or running. California, or at least southern California, was a state of sun worshippers or as the Commandant called them infidels.
"Look at them," said the Commandant. "Look at them walking around with their dogs oblivious that we've got this cargo of death and if we wanted to we could take them all out."
"Why should they worry about you," said Noora. "You're insignificant to them. They know they could get run over crossing the street or have a sudden heart attack mowing the lawn. But that's the future now there's sun."
"Shut up what do you know? You're just a woman who should hold her tongue and know her place," barked the Commandant.
"In the moment of our talking, envious time has ebbed away. Seize the present, carpe diem; trust tomorrow even as little as you may."
"What's that supposed to mean," said the Commandant. But as he was about to tell Noora to be quiet his phone rang. On the screen he read anonymous. "Put the gag back in I've got to take this."
He got out of the van then started walking around in the parking lot. Zaid and Gabir watched him from the van as he walked around nodding his head.
"What does it look like," asked Zaid. "I didn't sign up for whacking our own people which seems all we've been doing since the museum."
"Shut up or he'll hear you. I can't say I'm tickled pink with this either but he's in charge and frankly I'm scared of him. The man seems to know what everyone is thinking."
"Does he," said Noora. "He just kills everyone sooner or later whether there's a reason or not. Like those people back in the house. Did he have to gas them or was he just making sure he got rid of someone he didn't trust? Which makes sense when talking about the curator but the others were innocent."
"We don't know that and besides he's the boss and he gives the orders," said Gabir as he went back to put her gag back in like they were ordered.
"Maybe," said Noora as she fought having the gag put back in. "But they were your Muslim brothers and you killed them like dogs. Some pity!"
"There," said Gabir as he held her down and put her gag back in. "Maybe you'll be quiet now? You should really learn to keep your mouth shut."
"Okay I've got the address of our new safe house," said the Commandant as he jumped in. "Here's the address Zaid. I want you to take us there on the double but don't break any traffic laws we need to get there undetected. As for you in the back, you'd better hope that your husband plays ball and doesn't do anything stupid or this might be your last sunrise."
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Sarah and Harry climbed down in the hold. It was cold and stuffy they had to move around to keep themselves warm. In addition to this the space was also dimly lit which made looking for this one bag a needle in a haystack. After combing through the vast mess of luggage they felt they had accomplished nothing.
"Maybe we should've brought Jamil down here with us. At least he'd recognize his own bag," said Harry. He was about to call it quits and go get Jamil.
"Let's not throw in the towel yet," said Sarah. "We've still got that group in the back to look through. If we don't find it there then we call it a bust and go get reinforcements."
"Okay but I'm starting to lose feelings in my hands and feet. I don't know how you can put up with this cold?"
"Do we have a choice? If we don't find this and secure it there will be a F-16 with a Sidewinder that will warm you up. So less talk and more work will get the job done."
"I don't see how you can do this?" said Harry. Sarah could tell he was the chatty type that was someone who loved to talk when he was nervous. "I mean how can you do this be up here with a deadly bomb when you're pregnant. What does your husband say? He didn't sound too happy on the phone."
"He's not if you have to know and it just happened. He was out investigating another thing then Jamil was identified and I ran to intercept him. I was on his trail when I figured out his wife was still missing I realized they were using him as a mule..."
"You could've let him take off with this plane then let the Air Force do their thing. No one would've known about it. There would've been some technical malfunction that brought us down in the North Atlantic and that would've been that."
"I'm not the type to sit by and watch things happen without doing something and neither is my husband. If it hadn't been me here it would've been him that's just the way we roll."
"Except you brought a passenger with you," said Harry. Sarah wanted to tell him to shut up that he didn't know what he was talking about but she couldn't because he was right. "Here we go I think I've found it. Let me see that bag number," he said. Sarah handed him the stub. "Yes we've hit pay dirt this is it."
"Good at least all your talking served to some purpose. Hold it steady and let me see the lock," said Sarah. It took her a few seconds and the suitcase was open. Inside was a small case marked diplomatic bag with the Iraqi flag on it. She looked at the lock this was a little different with a tamper proof seal over the tumbler. Had she been somewhere else she could've removed the tamper seal but at 30,000 feet she had few resources.
"What is it? Why are you waiting?" asked Harry seeing Sarah was hesitant to break the seal. "Just go ahead and break it then work the lock."
"You're right we need to get inside as fast as we can," she said as she broke the tamper seal then worked the tumbles until she felt the lock release. She opened the box and inside was the replica of the Mask of Warka.
"There's a note with the mask," said Harry as he pulled it out and read it out loud. "'To her majesty with affection from the Iraqi people...' This was intended to be used to assassinate the Queen.
"Wow, it's beautiful, isn't?" said Sarah as she took it out and placed the mask back into Jamil's suitcase for safety then she gingerly removed the bottom of the box. There inside underneath was a detonator and a small canister. "Crap!"
"I don't like it when you say, crap. It sounds like we're going back to that sudden warm sensation then falling in the North Atlantic."
"The genius that made this bomb used all red wires so I can't tell which wires to cut. I need Chuck," said Sarah. She took a photo of the bomb then called him. "Come on Chuck pick up."
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Chuck and Casey drove up outside of a crack house in one of the worse neighborhoods in the city. He and Chuck got out of his Crown Vic it was still morning but the odor coming out of the house told them something was off inside. They donned vests then went up to the house with the tac tem but before they entered Chuck peeked through the kitchen window. He saw a man down with blood all over the floor.
"Hold up, hold up... I mean stand down," yelled Chuck. "We need people with hazmat suits on. If I'm right the inside of the house is a hot zone. John, look through the widow."
"Geez he's right. Every one back up now let's surround the place but we need a biohazard team in here to do decon before anyone can go in there."
Chuck and Casey walked back to his Crown Vic to talk out the situation. They needed to get in to see what they had but they were stuck outside looking in.
"Hey dude cool ride," said one of the local in habitants as he came out of his drug induced haze to admire Casey's car. "You every thought about hanging dice inside from the rearview and maybe putting some dingle balls around the windows along with shag carpeting inside. You know pimp it out."
"Dingle balls... Yeah keep it up freak and you might end up missing a couple," said Casey. "Don't you have someplace to be like somewhere else?" said John as he flashed him his badge.
"Wow dude I can see you're the man from your ride but maybe you want to drop it down and make a low rider out of it."
"I'll lay something low," said John but Chuck got in the middle.
"Hey dude you live around here? What can you tell us about the people inside? I'm sure you've seen them going in and out a lot."
"A lot no they pretty much stayed inside. I did see some of them come and go but they were always serious like your partner here wound up real tight."
"Did you happen to see this guy go in or around this place," said Chuck as he showed him a photo of the Commandant.
"I don't know my eyes are getting kind of weak but if I could afford new glasses I could see better," said the man. He pulled out a pair of broken frames.
"Okay," said Chuck as he handed the man a C-note. "How's your eyesight now? Twenty-twenty I bet."
"Yeah a real miracle let me see that again. Yeah he was here. He was the worse of the lot at being all strung out. I was going to offer him a hit or two as a welcome to the neighbor gesture then I heard gunshots coming from inside."
"Gunshots? Are you sure?" said John. But before the guy could answer Chuck received a call from Sarah.
"Excuse me but I've got to take this," said Chuck "Sarah, what do you have? Please tell me you found the device. ... Let me look at it I'm receiving the photo now. Just give me one," he said as the photo down loaded then cleared up. "Crap!"
"Hey Colonel," yelled one of the men watching the house. "I don't know what to do but there's a phone ringing and it's coming from the inside."
"Out of my way," said Chuck as bolted for the house.