Don't own Chuck
Oscar and his men found themselves surrounded with the Major Oleg to their front and Carmen to their rear and the elevator was coming down. The lights above the door lit up one by one as it came down floor by floor. Oscar turned to face the door with his hand gripping tightly the weapon under hist jacket. Sweat started to bead on his forehead and he bit his teeth as they opened. He also laughed when an elderly couple walked out with their poodle on the leash.
"Look what you've done," said the man as he noticed all the people staring at them. "I told you Margery you weren't supposed to take those ashtrays. Look at everyone looking at us and there are even two policemen. I don't want to go through what that guy did in Midnight Express and it will all be your fault."
"Just shut up and keep on walking and you'll be all right. I wonder if this is what Bonnie and Clyde felt like," said Margery as she giggled. "You have to admit I'm finding this exciting."
"I'm glad you are because I'm not," he said in a whisper as they strolled past everyone heading towards the bar.
"Well that was anticlimactic," said the Major. "But it doesn't change a thing as far as I'm concerned. I'm not going to let you out of here with him."
"Then you leave me no choice," said Oscar but just them Sarah and Margot busted in both coming out of the stairwells followed by armed agents. There was a general scream in the lobby and the people cleared out as quickly as they could.
"What do you think's going on," said Margery as her husband pulled her along rushing her and dragging the poodle out the front doors.
"Did you see that woman... she works for the hotel and she was armed? I'm thinking Marg that maybe they took the bathrobes. I know they do things differently over here. When we get back up to the room the towels and bathrobes come out of the suit case."
"And also that other woman was packing too. Yes, it might seem different yet somehow it's the same... doesn't this kind of remind you of a Friday night down at the VFW somewhere about closing time?"
"I know what you're doing and this time it's not going to work. The bathrobes and towels are still coming out."
"Augh, you're no fun. Tell him Frufru," said Margery and the poodle barked on command. "See he agrees too."
"Then he can go to a foreign prison and have to take communal showers with someone named Bubba."
"Grrr," growled the dog.
[Meanwhile back inside]
"I want to see hands in the air," yelled Sarah. "This is your one and only chance to come in peacefully." Oscar ran over and put his weapon to Jack's head.
"I don't think so. You're going to put your weapons down and let us walk out of here or I'll paint the lobby with his brains. I want you people to drop your weapons on the floor then back up?"
"I don't think so," said Sarah. "You want to shoot Jack then go ahead but after you do I'll have a clear line of fire and nothing says I have to take you down quickly." A deafening hush fell over the lobby.
"What are you saying? You're bluffing but I'm not. You don't want me to really end your father right here... right in front of you."
"I hate to tell you this," said Jack. "But we really haven't had what you would call a normal father-daughter relationship. You might say I was an absent parent."
"Absent because for most of the time he was in jail and when he wasn't he was swindling people. The worst was he got me to help him."
Carmen thought about taking out Sarah then Jack herself and then in the ensuing gunfire escape out the front door. But she needed Abe's ledger and besides she was getting some new background as well as a new perspective.
"Come on Angel you've got to admit that you got to do more than any other kid got to do? Remember all the fun we had in Butte. You even got that new bike I bought for you and how you loved to rid it."
"Yeah, I got a new bike that I had to ride in front of armored cars and pretend to get hit so you could help yourself to what was in the back."
"Those were bills that the treasury was going to destroyed. The way I look at it I just kept them in circulation a little bit longer and you were such a good actress... falling on the ground pretending to be hurt. You were a real star."
"Until I was hurt for real. Are you forgetting the broken wrist? And my new bike didn't stay new for long. It got squished up under the front of one of those trucks and luckily, I wasn't on it. Geez, Jack you could've gotten me killed," said Sarah. As they verbally batted back and forth Sarah moved closer and closer to Oscar without him noticing and as they talked she got angrier and angrier.
"Angel, I'm sorry but those mishaps are a part of the trade. It's better not to look back on the hiccups along the road but thing about the fun we had."
"You call almost being mowed down by twenty-seven-ton armored car a hiccup? You know if he doesn't shoot you I ought to."
"Come on darling. You see this is what I was talking about before," Jack said to Oscar. "Well, what if I buy you another bike would that make things right? I'll buy you a nice bright pink bike with tassels coming out of the handles and a cute little bell you can ring."
"I've out grown bikes Dad," she said as she brought her weapon up and fired once. Both Jack and Oscar staggered back. Jack fell to the floor leaving Oscar looking perplexed.
"You shot you own Dad? What's wrong with you," he said then he looked down to see blood flowing out of a hole in his chest wondering how that had gotten there.
"And I also shot you," she said as he growled and started to raise his weapon when two more loud shots rang out and Oscar fell backwards to the ground. Everyone looked back to see the Commissioner standing there with his Makarov in hand.
"Now will someone start explaining to me what's going on," he said as Mike and Margot's men rounded up Oscar's crew. Sarah and Emma, who appeared from nowhere, ran to Jack.
"I can't believe you shot me again," Jack said as they helped him sit up. "You know you've got to stop doing that. Now how am I supposed to deal next week?"
"Stop complaining it's only a flesh wound. I moved around so I could get a good shot through you. But if you keep up complaining next time I'll aim a little higher."
"The Schnook might have the right idea when it comes to firearms," said Jack as a medic came over and started taking care of his wound."
Sarah and Emma were preoccupied with Jack. Margot and Mike were dealing with the Commissioner and Oscar's men. Meanwhile, no one was paying attention to Carmen. She'd allowed herself to be distracted listening to Jack and Sarah and when Sarah shot him she hadn't expected that. Now everything was over and her opportunity to get away was gone. However she knew it was now or never and she'd waited too long to let it go.
"No Jack, you're not going to get away from me now. I've come too far and I've done too much to let you go now." She reached into her bag and found her Beretta Bobcat. With her hand in her bag on her weapon she walked over towards him.
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Beckman was ready to call it a night. She'd done as much damage as she could do for one day and she looked forward to getting home to a long hot bath then bed. Roan's replacement was in the air and as soon as they had a chance for a quick turnover he'd be back in DC which meant going out in the evenings and other things that would take away from her quality sleep time.
"Connie put everything in the safe and we'll have another go at it tomorrow," said Beckman standing in the doorway with her bag in hand.
"I'll call down and have your car brought round for you," said Connie as she started gathering folders. Beckman nodded then left. She continued down the hall where she stuck her head in her Major's office on her way to the elevator.
"I'm heading out now. If you need me I'll be at home and you can relay that down to the people in the Ready Room. Make sure they know I want to be called immediately if there are any changes in Moldova."
"Yes, ma'am and what about what happened in Montenegro? Do you want us to call you if there's any change there?"
"Only if someone is finally successful in taking out Jack Burton. That man must part Irish or is well liked by someone in high places... very high places. I want an after-action report on my desk tomorrow from the Chief Silverman."
"Yes Ma'am, I'll call Montenegro and make sure they're working on it then I'll go down to the Ready Room and have what you want entered in their pass down log."
"Good, I think that's that. After you get that done go home and get some rest. We'll start this over again tomorrow morning. I wish I knew what was going on in Moldova."
"We could still reposition a satellite and get a peek from above. It would just take a call over to the NSA and we could get it done?"
"No, we're just going to have to wait for the regular bird to make its pass over tomorrow. If we go moving satellites around the wrong people will find out we're on to them. We know very little about these people other than the names we put together on that list and if that's any indication of how high up this goes we need to tread lightly so that's a no on moving the bird. Good night Major see you in the morning."
Beckman stepped on the elevator then pressed the button for the basement. It had been a long day and she was glad that it was over. They hadn't won anything but the hadn't lost anything either and some days that was a good thing. In her head she'd already drawn the bath and was in it when the elevator came to a halt, a female voice announced she was in the basement then the doors opened. She was used to her car being waiting for her at the door but it wasn't there for some reason.
"Crap, I don't need this," she grumbled to herself as she stepped out into the basement. The doors to the elevator closed behind her that was when she realized most of the lights were out. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as she looked out at the darkness that surrounded her. She took out her phone but found she had no bars.
"Double crap... that's never happened. I'm a sitting goose waiting here under this light," she said to herself as she started moving towards a parked car for cover. Suddenly she thought she heard something from dark. She reached into her purse pulling out her service weapon and flashlight.
"I could go back to the elevator but with the light on inside and it being dark out here it would be like shooting fish in a barrel," she mumbled to herself. There was a metallic ping like someone had dropped something. She used her flashlight over her Beretta to search where the noise had come from.
"I don't like this," she said as started working her way towards the exit ramp. She tried to stay down as moved from one car to car keeping an eye out for movement in the dark.
"I'm not alone," she said as she turned off the flashlight. She was half way to the exit ramp wondering who was in the garage with her and more importantly could she make it out of there.
"I don't want to go for the stairs because if I were whoever it is down here I'd have them covered nor can I go back to the elevator. The doors open and I might as well paint a target on myself. No, I've still got to make it to the ramp."
She made her way a little bit further then she heard them. She heard muffled voices too faint to make out but there was definitely more than one person down here with her.
"Well, I guess it could be worse they could've shot me when I got off the elevator but since they didn't then that must mean they want to take me alive but this doesn't get me any closer to identifying who's out there."
As she talked to herself she tried to keep moving and to make sure there were vehicles between her and the sounds she was hearing but the echo in the basement made extremely more difficult.
"You got to use your gut," she told herself. "That's what's kept you alive this long and if you're going to get out of this you're going to have to rely on it again."
"General... General Beckman, Ma'am, are you down here? Your driver called up to say he was having problems with your car" she heard. It was her Major's voice and she knew if he wasn't careful he'd walk right in the middle of whatever this was that was going on.
"I'm here," she yelled as she darted across the floor and in an instant, she thought she saw someone... the silhouette of a man standing in the middle between the rows of parked cars looking at her. However, it didn't matter because she made it across then grabbed the fire alarm and pulled it. A loud alarm went off as the Major ran to her unaware of any of this.
"There's a fire somewhere in the garage. We need to evacuate," said the Major. Beckman looked over his shoulder as a black SUV with tinted windows tore past them stopping just before the exit to ramp to let two men jump inside.
"Let's take the stairs," said Beckman and as they walked towards them she stopped. "Do you mind giving me a ride into the city? I can catch a cab once we're in DC."
"Sure, but I have to warn you my car is kind of a mess. I keep meaning to clean it but I never seem to have the time."
"That doesn't matter, what matters is that I get home safe and sound. I want to know from my driver what was wrong with my car and I'd like the video from inside the garage tomorrow."
"What happened? Did I miss something?" asked the Major as the first responders started pulling in with blue light and sirens going.
"No, you didn't miss anything. If anything, you stopped something from happening showing up like you did. I want extra security put on Echo park. We need to look out for our own."
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Sam and Morgan were sitting in the middle of the floor in Sam's living room. Kat had prepared supper and they'd already eaten. Alex was helping by doing the dishes while Kat was making sure Bunny was tucked in and asleep for the night.
"Now listen Morgan this is really easy and if you try hard I'm sure you can get this. If x is equal to y and y is equal to z then z is equal to what? It's really very simple Kathy taught me this today."
"Yes, I can see it's easy. It's equal to me getting another grape soda," said Morgan as he got up and went to the fridge where he got one then filled a glass with ice. "I need some relief."
"You were the one who promised to help her with her homework and said... now what were your exact word? It's only elementary math how difficult can it be?"
"This is not elementary math and it's bringing back all sorts of nightmares of being yelled at by my math teacher. Mr. Grimes if you don't show your work it's wrong even if you get the answer correct. I mean how nitpicky can you be. I got the right answer after all so I should get at least half a mark."
"You mean after you copied it from the guy sitting in front of you. I'll bet and that's the reason you didn't show your work because you couldn't."
"It wasn't a guy it was a girl and you know me so well," said Morgan as he felt a tug on his sleeve and there patting her foot on the floor was Sam. "I'm still on recess. You're doing such a good job why don't you continue with it?"
"Augh, just tell me you don't know the right answer. I won't think any less of you than I already do," said Sam as she turned around and went back to the living room.
"See she thinks a lot of me," said Morgan as smiled. "I can't wait to tell Chuck... that is what she meant, right? I mean it is?"
"I'm sure it is," said Alex as she handed him the dish towel. "You finish up and let me see what I can do. I can't do any worse."
"You know there's a dishwasher that does all this for you," said Morgan. Alex turned and gave him a look. "Yes, I'm right on it."
"I think that's a job you can handle," said Alex as Sam looked up and smiled. This time it was Morgan's turn to give a look.
"Hold up a moment I know what that was. That was pure sarcasm...the Casey kind. John's used it enough on me that I should have a doctorate in detecting it," said Morgan. Alex was about to answer when there was a knock at the door.
"Mommy," said Sam as she jumped up from the floor and started for the door but Alex grabbed her before she could get to it.
"That can't be Sarah. She wouldn't knock on her own front door and we know she's still in Montenegro nor can it be Chuck," said Alex as she put her hand behind her back where she could grab hold of her Beretta Cougar. "Morgan get the door."
"Sam come here," said Kat as took her into the kitchen. From there they could quickly make it to Sam's room where Bunny was asleep and trigger a lockdown of the panic room.
"Who's there," yelled Morgan through the door but as he did he couldn't help but wonder if it was bullet proof and remembering he was the bullet magnet he stepped over to the side.
"It's Agent Thompson from the downtown office. The General sent us to watch over you guys. If you look through the peephole you can see my badge."
"Yeah, nice try. I've seen that movie where the guy looks through the peephole only to get a round shot through his eye. I've got two and I'd like to keep it that way," said Morgan. But as he was speaking Thompson pecked on the glass panel next to the door and held up his badge.
"Just open up for a few seconds so we can tell you what we're doing that way when you see us you won't get scared and shoot us."
"You might've heard of me, the Cobra and the Cobra doesn't get scared," said Morgan as he opened the door. "I've got everything secured in here."
"Good," said Thompson ignoring Morgan. "There's going to be a car parked across the street with two men in it. If anything goes down strange I want you to head for the panic room then call us."
"Why? Does the General think there's some sort of threat we need to be worried about?" said Alex as she glanced over at Kat and Sam."
"As of right now we don't know of any but in these cases it's always better to err on the side of caution. You can go on with your normal daily routines but like I said don't be alarmed if you see one of us hanging around."
"We appreciate it," said Kat. "I'll make up some sandwiches and fill up a thermos of coffee for your men. The night is long and it's good to have something to keep you awake."
"Well, we won't turn anything down and for my men I'd like to say thanks. Once I'm gone lock this door and make sure everything else is locked down too. Good evening," said Thompson. Alex went to the door then looked out past the courtyard. There on the other side of the street was a black van with tinted windows.
"It looks like they stirred something up over there," said Alex as she locked the door. "Morgan, can you help Mom while I go around and make sure everything is secured."
"Don't forget to double check the Morgan door," said Sam. "Maybe I should come with you and help. You might get scared if you were left by yourself and we wouldn't want that."
"No, we wouldn't want that come on. You can come with me."