Don't own Chuck
Chuck looked up to see Ellie walk back in through the airlock. He was confused as to why she came back in knowing Sarah was about to arrive with Sam. However, as he walked towards her he heard a hissing sounded like a tire had just sprung a leak then she dropped unconscious. He ran to her but as he did he noticed everyone started dropping around him like flies. Terror hit when he rolled her over and saw she was bleeding from her nose. He had to think fast or he knew he was going to lose her and everyone else.
"Come on Chuck think... the vaccine they gave you," he said to himself. He ran to the medicine locker busted the glass then pulled out vials of medicine. He looked at it and the jet injector until he flashed. He knew what he had to do and how to do it. He attached the first vial of medicine and began inoculating.
"I could use some help in here," he yelled as he ran to person and person injecting everyone with the vaccine. But there was no one there to hear him.
"What are you guys doing out there," yelled Chuck as he picked Ellie up and put her in his bed. She felt like she was on fire. Chuck turned to the glass to try and get help when he turned around his heart skipped a beat. Sarah turned to him but the front of her dress was covered in blood.
"Please don't tell me you're contaminated too," said Chuck as he pounded on the glass then went to the intercom device on the wall they used to speak with the outside without having to go through decon.
[On the outside of the glass]
Sarah sent Sam into the bathroom then closed the door. Once she got Sam situated she turned to deal with the man standing behind Ellie. She watched as he sent Ellie into the quarantine area. It made her feel a little better because she was no longer being held at gunpoint. Sarah moved with cat like stealth behind her prey until she was close enough to hear him talk.
"This will teach you to hog all the research credit," said Greg. "You want to go to talk to the administrator now? Well this will teach... it'll teach you all." Sarah saw him reach into his other pocket. She was worried he might have a bomb.
"Don't try it," she said. "I'm not going to let you hurt the people I care about. Take your hands out of your pockets slowly. I won't tell you twice."
"Come on a pregnant lady? You're supposed to scare me? The man in the Armani suit knows how to scare but you," he said as he pulled out his Glock. "You don't scare me."
"I ought to and don't let looks fool you. I've been trained in over two hundred ways to kill you and I don't have to do it quickly. Now drop the piece and take your other hand out of your pocket or..."
"Or what? I'm the one with the gun," said Greg but as he was bragging Sarah threw the scalpel landing in his right shoulder. It made a dull thud when it hit cutting all the way to the bone.
"Augh," he said as his arm went numb and the gun dropped to the ground. "What have you done? Don't think you're going to stop me lady. I'm going to get mine one way or another."
"Yes you are," she said as she ran at him reaching him before he could pull his hand out of his pocket. With the other scalpel she passed it across his throat as he turned into her. Arterial spray caught her in a warm crimson shower. He dropped to the floor then slowly she turned to see Chuck standing there looking at her with a face she interpreted as disgust and horror.
She saw Chuck's mouth move but couldn't hear what he was saying just that he was pounding frantically on the glass point at the intercom on the wall. She ran over to talk to him.
"I can explain," she started to say but Chuck cut her off. Then she noticed everyone lying on the floor inside and Ellie on his bed.
"Please tell me you're okay and that's not your blood," said Chuck trying to hold it together and not freak out but he was having a hard time. He felt like someone had just punched him in the gut when he wasn't looking.
"No, no I'm fine. It's his," said Sarah as she pointed to a man in a white now crimson coat lying on the floor. When I got off the elevator I saw he had a weapon in his pocket herding Ellie inside. I stash Sam in the bathroom then came and dealt with him. I was armed with two scalpels I took off a surgical carte in the elevator. I yelled for him take his hands out of his pockets and to turn to me slowly. But inside I saw him fiddling with something in the other I was afraid he was a suicide bomber. I yelled again for him to take his hands out of his pockets all the time I was moving closer to him."
"But how did you get all that blood on you? It looks like you hit an artery or a major vessel," said Chuck. As he was listening to her his mind was racing as to what to do with Ellie and the rest.
"I was in close and as he tried to raise the gun I threw the one scalpel catching the nerve in his shoulder making him drop his weapon. The I swear he looked like he smiled at me and that was when I was afraid he was going to detonate a bomb at that point I wasn't going to let him hurt anyone so I ended him. Chuck what's going on?"
"Check his pockets fast I have an idea. Look for something that looks like a detonator," said Chuck as he looked back around for the hissing sound. Now he realized what it was.
"I got it," said Sarah as she held up what looked like his car alarm remote. "What do you want me to do with this?"
"Press it," said Chuck. "Don't worry it's not a bomb... well it is a bomb just it's not a bomb that goes boom. Oh just press it." She closed her eyes as she did and on the inside the hissing sound stopped.
"Got you," said Chuck. He found the canister on the carte with other similar canister. He held it up and looked over the regulator device on top then closed the canister valve. After that he set it off to the side in a safe place. Chuck looked back at Sarah and she was surrounded by the rest of the CDC team. She pointed back at the intercom.
"Chuck, the rest of the CDC doctors are being held up on this side of the glass because they've already shipped their hazmat suits back to Atlanta. How's Ellie?"
"She's burning up and she's starting to hemorrhage. I've got to do something but I don't know what. I've given everyone the same vaccine we got when we found out about the VHF to kick start their immune systems but I just hope I didn't give it to them too late. Can you ask someone out there?"
"There has to be something more you can do. Ellie talked to me about a cure that she and that CDC doctor were working on. Is that viable?"
"I don't know Dr. McCoy was still experimenting with it, tweaking it if you like. I guess I could look at his notes and see if I can flash on anything that might help," said Chuck. He walked back over to the doctor's desk and while he did Sarah turned to the other doctors for help. Chuck found Dr. McCoy's tablet but it was password protected.
"Geez, can't I catch a break today. I don't have time for this," said Chuck but as he was about to crack it when he noticed the man's desk was covered in blue and white. The UK on the doctor's mug he'd thought stood for the United Kingdom a souvenir but it wasn't. Everything suddenly became clear.
"Wildcats," Chuck typed in as a password. The mascot for the University of Kentucky and the team Dr. McCoy avidly followed. The tablet opened and Chuck was inside looking around until he found what he was looking for.
"I got it," said Chuck as he held it up. He came back to intercom to talk with Sarah but when he did he found she was still talking to the other doctors. She saw him and broke out of the huddle dragging one of the doctors with her.
"Chuck, this doctor just told me that the medicine to super charge the immune system needs twenty-four hours to become effective. If you don't have anything... well maybe we should try to get Devon on the line if you know what I mean."
"I did find the Doctor's notes," said Chuck ignoring what she said about Devon. "I've been looking through them but so far nothing. But I don't know if nothing is nothing or something because if it is something we've got... well something."
"Chuck, sweetie, just slow it down you aren't making any sense. I'm sorry I shouldn't have given you that news or mention calling Devon right now."
"No don't you see, I didn't flash because there wasn't anything to flash on. What I'm saying is the cure works or the formula is correct. However, the question that remains is how much to give each patient? The cure could kill them as well as the disease."
"But at least you tried. Divide the amount of cure you have with the number of people you need to give injections to then go from there. I think that's all you can do at this time. I asked you what I should do with Devon but you didn't answer me."
"I know I was trying to think and I'm still not sure. I think Ellie would like him here and just having him here could make her feel better as well as more combative. Go for it; call him if she gets mad I'll tell her I made the decision. I just want her around to get mad at me."
"I understand what you mean. I wish I could be in there with you," she said as she placed her hand on the glass. He placed his over hers.
"I love you and I'd never want you to be in a place like this even if it were to save me. I love you too much to wish that go call Devon. I'll work up the cure from the samples Dr. McCoy has here."
"Okay I will but first I want to get Sam out of the bathroom and take her down to the nurse's station where someone can watch her..."
You might want to find a nurse or doctor who can lend you a white coat first to cover the arterial spray you've got going before you get Sam," said Chuck as he pointed out the front of her dress was now crimson.
"Oh... oh yes," she said as she looked down to see what he was talking about. "Geez you're right... For sure I don't want to give her nightmares. Thanks, I love you and don't give up hope. If anyone can do this it's you."
"I love you too and I appreciate that vote of confidence but I don't seem to be able to get out of this fish bowel."
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Casey made his way below decks trying to avoid the maze of video cameras that were set up around the ship which wasn't easy. Added to that he had to avoid bumping into the crew his progress was slow. He made his way past the power plant that gave life to the ship there he was almost caught when he turned a corner to face two crewmen headed for him. However, they were looking down at a clipboard so he ducked back around before they looked up.
"That was a close one," he said to himself as he checked his position on the map then changed his route.
"Let's check in here," said John as he opened up a hatch that led to a hold. A strong pungent odor hit him something he immediately recognized so he followed smell. It led him to a body lying on the deck. Looking up he figured the man had fallen from above down the shaft. Quickly he searched the man finding his wallet and phone. He took both but as he was looking the man over he heard people coming so he hid pulling his Sig then waiting in the shadows.
"It should be over here somewhere," said a voice. Casey heard them coming nearer. "I saw him drop up above and here he is."
Casey saw three men come in view. One was an officer and from his uniform Casey recognized him as the First Mate while the other two were a part of the crew.
"Phew in this heat it didn't take him long to get ripe did it," said one as the other laid out a plastic sheet. "Boy, I don't about you I can hardly stand it."
"Stop your belly aching and give me a hand. We can wrap some diving weights around him then toss him over board. The fish can eat Lebanese tonight."
"He wasn't Lebanese, was he?" said the other crewmember. "I'm just asking because I've got a cousin who's Lebanese and..."
"Just shut up I was making a joke," said the other one as they picked up the body and laid it on the tarp and started to roll it up.
"Hold up a second," said the First Mate. "Search the body for his wallet and phone. I don't want his body coming floating up or some diver getting luck and find him then the authorities identify him. They'll go to the consulate which will lead them straight back to us. We don't want that at least not before we're out of here."
"Crap," said Casey in a low voice. He quickly pulled out the phone from his pocket took out the SIM then broke the phone in his hands. Laying it in gently on the deck without making a sound he then retreated even further back in the shadows and just in time.
"His phone isn't here," said the one sailor as the other one announced the man didn't have his wallet on him either.
"I know he had his phone I heard him on it," said the First Mate. He took out his phone and dialed someone. "Hey we got the body but we can't find his wallet or phone. ... I know he called you I heard him that's why I'm calling you. Try his number and let's see if it rings," said the First Mate then he turned to his men. "Fan out and see if you can hear it or find it."
They started looking around the area spreading out in a circle. Casey drew back further then watched them from cover with his Sig by his side.
"What?" said the First Mate into his telephone. "It's going straight to voice mail. Okay thanks then we're going to have to find it here. I'll call you back when we're done. His wallet I guess could be in his room I'll look there later..."
"I found it. It's over here," said one. He picked up the phone and started back to the First Mate. Casey used the opportunity to pull from the man's wallet his consulate pass then tossed the wallet out where the other sailor could find it.
"I've got his wallet," yelled the other man. "We've got everything," said the two as they made their way back to the First Mate.
"You heard that," said the First Mate on the phone. "Let me clean up here and I'll be right with you. I'll meet you on the bridge," he said then he hung up.
"Let me see that phone," said the First Mate as he held out his hand. The crewman walked up smiling as he handed it to him.
"I think it's busted," he said. The First Mate saw the cracked screen then turned it around in his hand. Casey drew a deep breath what would he do if he opened it and found the SIM missing but he didn't. The First Mate tossed it on the corpse then took the man's wallet and put it in his pocket. Then he had his men finish wrapping up the body.
"Continue on with the plan. Dump the body over the side then come down here and clean the rest of this mess up. Use a lot of bleach to wipe away any DNA after that they dispersed.
Casey could come out from hiding and holstered his Sig. Under the dim lighting he pulled out the man's Consulate ID card to read the man's name, Jaspar Al-Ramadi. Then he pocketed it and decided it was time to get back to the stateroom. He might try stopping by the bar on the way to pass this bit of trivia along and to get another Scotch.
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Morgan and Alex were starting to get nervous as they paced inside the stateroom wondering what happened to Casey and what they'd have to do it he got caught. Morgan kept going to the door opening up and looking down the passageway then coming back in then he'd look at his watch. After that he'd started pacing again.
"Where could Casey be," said Morgan as he looked at his watch again. "It seems like he's been gone forever that can't be a good sign."
"Morgan don't freak out," said Alex as she tried to calm him down but she was having that same gut feeling that something was wrong. "I'm sure he'll be coming through that door any moment now."
"I hope you're right," said Morgan as he picked up the program for the excursion. "Did you read this? It says everyone is supposed to dine together this evening in the Green Valley panoramic restaurant. I wonder if the Jolly Green Giant is going to be serving."
"Let me see that," said Alex. Morgan handed her the program. "It also says black tie required. Did you bring a tux? Crap we're supposed to be down there in half an hour. How am I supposed to get ready?"
"I can help you if you tell me what to do," said Morgan. Alex gave him a look but looked at her watch. She knew if she didn't have help she'd never make it.
"Okay pull out your clothes and you start changing while I pull out mine. We need get moving you get dressed in the common room while I get dressed in here. I'm going to need the bathroom to put on my makeup."
"But there are cameras in the common area. I don't want anyone watching me change that's just creepy," said Morgan as he took out his tuxedo.
"And you think I like the fact there are cameras here too. Okay you get dressed on that side of the bed and I'll get dress over here. Just hurry up. Take my dress and your Tux into Casey's bathroom run the hot water in his shower until the room steams up and hang them in there. The steam will take out the wrinkles then come back."
Morgan ran over to Casey's bathroom and started running the water like Alex told him. He hung their clothes then came running back.
"I'm here is there oh my...," said Morgan jaw dropped as he stared at Alex standing in her bra and panties.
"Close your trap and hand me that bra on the bed," said Alex. Morgan handed her a strapless skin tone one. She took it from him then she turned around and waited. "Morgan, I'm waiting can you undo my bra so I can change."
"Undo right," he said as he broke out in a sweat. He undid the clasp and the bra fell off she put the other one on then waited again.
"Morgan, get a move on it we don't have all night and I still have to finish my make up," said Alex as she held it up in the front waiting for him to do the clasp. Morgan had just taken the ends with they heard a voice bellow from behind them.
"Exactly what's going on in here," said Casey. He'd come in without them hearing him coming in and he did not look happy.
"What do you thinks going on?" said Alex as she tried to turn around but she almost lost what she was holding.
"Morgan finish doing me up so I can turn around. What do you think we're doing? We're getting ready for dinner and you should be too. We've got less than twenty minutes now to get ready and be down in the dining room. It's in the program of activities and I hope you brought a tux."
"Naturally I did. Grimes you're with me," said Casey as he grabbed one arm but Alex grabbed the other and pulled in a tug-of-war.
"Oh no he's not he's helping me get ready. Morgan, go in Dad's bathroom and get our clothes then come back here," said Alex, "unless you want to help me?" John turned fifty shades of red.
"No I'm going to my room and change," said Casey. But his embarrassment didn't stop him from following Morgan next door into his bedroom. "Grimes, if I find handprints where there oughtn't be you're going to have two handprints around your neck. Do we understand each other?"
"I'm just being helpful."
"Just as long as you're not too helpful or help yourself," said Casey as he cracked his knuckles.