Chuck sat on the couch in the home theater room at the Buy More. The lights were dimmed and the curtains were closed. Music started playing on the sound system. It was soft and sensual. A black stocking incased leg capped with a black spiked high heel shoe appeared through the curtains. On the next beat Sarah danced into the room wearing a nerd herd uniform. Well most of a nerd herd uniform anyways. Her shirt was way too small. So small only the bottom three buttons were fastened. The rest were open reveling a black bra trimmed in red lace struggling to hold back the swell of her perfect chest. Her tie was more of a gray silk dog collar. Her skirt was so short the tops of her thigh high stockings were showing. "Welcome to the nerd herd. Do you have a computer problem?" she asked in a seductive voice as she grinded to the music. "Is it a hard drive problem? Or maybe you're having trouble with your RAM? Would you like me to test your RAM?" she asked falling into his lap and grinding her ass on his crotch. She took his hands and slid them around her waist before raising them to her breasts. "Is your drive hard. I can make it hard Chuck." she said spinning in his lap and sliding to the floor. "Can I play with your laptop?" she asked as she unbuckled his belt. and unsnapped his pants. "Would you like that Chuck? Would you like me to test how hard your fan blows? I'm good at blowing." she said as she pulled his zipper down. As her mouth engulfed him he groaned, she was being very rough with him today, but it was still very good. She rolled her tongue, he flinched, and she bit down. As the pain shot through him Chuck bolted out of his seat and tripped on something. He rolled over to see Melissa sitting on the floor in front of the couch. He looked down and saw he was sticking out of his robe. He blushed
"Did I hurt you Charles? I'm usually very good but when you moved I moved. I'm so sorry." she said close to tears.
Chuck figured out what happened, and felt sick to his stomach again. "I need to use the bathroom. If you will excuse me please." he said as he walked into the bathroom. When he shut the door he felt the tears again. "Come on Chuck, pull your shit together man. After last night there is no going back. You all but fucked her last night what's a blowjob this morning?" but Chuck felt his stomach lurch. "I have to stop this now. I can't keep this going. I'm no Charles Carmichael. I'm Chuck." He said. He walked out of the bathroom to find Melissa still on the floor crying. He pulled her onto the couch and held her in a tight hug. "Hey what's wrong?" he asked in a soothing voice.
As a side note, later in life he would label that soothing tone of voice his: "My baby girl is crying, I need to fix it." voice. Their daughter, Mary, who was the mirror image of Sarah, would label it the "I want something and I can make my daddy get it for me." Voice, and Sarah knew it too. It would be a source of many future arguments between her and Chuck. Especially when in twenty years from now he goes out and buys her a brand new pink convertible Mercedes coupe for her sweet sixteen. But that was in the future.
"I suck at life!" She cried out between sobs.
"What are you talking about?" He asked rubbing her back.
"I was too dumb to get into college, so I tried to join the army like the rest of my family, but I was crappy at that too. Then the NSA offered me a job, and I almost failed out of agent training! Now I'm just used as a hooker and I can't even do that right!" She wailed burying her head in his chest.
"I'm sure there's something you're good at. No one can be crap at everything. It's impossible." He said. "Come on, lets think about it. Is there a special skill or talent you have? You like to dance right? Let me put on some clothes and we can dance. How about that?" he asked. Standing up and going to the dresser by the bed. He found white tee-shirts and boxers. The next draw had pairs of jeans and slacks. He grabbed a pair of boxer shorts and tossed his robe on the bed he was just bending over to put his legs in when he heard a wolf whistle from behind him. Be blushed red and remembered she was still in the room. But then he thought about it. It's not like he had something now that she didn't see a little while ago so he shrugged and continued to dress. He walked over to the radio and found a smooth jazz station and pulled her up off the couch. He put her arms on his shoulders and his hands on her waist and swayed them around the room for a few minutes. As she relaxed into him her head ended up on his shoulder and her arms wrapped around his neck.
"Thank you Charles I needed this. It's been a long time since I just danced. Just held someone and let the music take me away." She whispered.
"Chuck." He corrected softly.
"Chuck?" She asked wrinkling her brow.
"My friends call me Chuck." he said with a small smile.
"Chuck, I can trust you right?" She asked softly.
Chuck felt his chest tighten. This was his make or break moment as far as he was concerned. He was about to lie to this girl. Tell her she could trust him when he knew he was playing her. This was the moment Sarah told him would haunt his nightmares for a long time. 'it's never the people you kill, it's always the people you use, then burn, that haunt you Chuck, I've got eight years of faces staring back at me when I close my eyes. The only thing I can tell you is that it gets easer over time. I don't know if that's good or bad, but I know that the nightmares aren't so bad when I'm with you.' she told him and he believed her. He always did when it came to things like this but no matter what someone tells you, you don't know till it happens. He felt the ring around his neck and nodded. Looking up at her he locked eyes with her, "Yes, Melissa. You can trust me." He said and he felt something in his chest hurt.
He thought about what he just said and tried to rationalize the hurt he was going to put her through when she found out he lied to her. Used her to get what he wanted. Used, his jaw clinched when he thought about that word. Used. That's what the NSA did to her. Used her. And now he was going to do the same thing, but what he was going to do was way worse. The NSA used her body, he was going to use her Trust. He couldn't do it. He just couldn't do it to her. He watched Sarah do this all the time, play a mark to get what they needed, and he never felt bad for them, not once. They were all bad guys. If anything he felt bad that his Sarah had to even talk to those guys. But Melissa was different. Innocent in a way. She had nowhere to go, she was lost in a spy world that did nothing but take, and she needed a friend. He would help her. But first he needed her to understand what was going on, and the part she played in a plot to stop a rogue intelligence group from taking over the world. He needed her to trust him completely, and that started by trusting her the same way. The part of him that was Charles Carmichael was telling him this was a bad idea. Telling him to stick to the plan. Telling him he needed to use this girl to get the job done and to suck it up. But he couldn't. as much as he liked Carmichael when his life was in danger and he needed to act the agent part he did not like him at times like this. So he ignored him and went with his Chuck gut.
"You can trust me because I'm going to give you something that was denied to you from the start. I'm going to trust you with a secret so big that only a handful of people know it. After I tell you this secret I'm going to tell you my mission. And then I going to ask you a question. The answer to that question could lead to the end of the world as we know it." Chuck said pulling her tighter to his chest.
"Chuck your confusing me. What are you talking about?" She asked.
"This whole thing. The running away, the new handler, meeting you, even the interrogation last night. They are all the opening moves of a plan to stop a rogue intelligence group from taking over the world. You know this group as Fulcrum. I know you know this group because you're a member of this group." Chuck said and her felt her tense up. "Melissa I don't know why you joined them, I don't know what you've done for them, and I don't care. As far as I'm concerned you're just a girl that got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. You're innocent in my eyes. Unless you tell me you're a Fulcrum master mind, I'm more then willing to let any and all transgressions go. In fact even if you did do something bad I can get you a Presidential pardon. I can do that, but only if my mission is a success." He said softly.
"I haven't done anything for them really. I attended a few parties, I played escort for a few VIPs. I was their whore, just like I am for the NSA." She said in tears, as sobs rocked her body. Chuck lead her to the couch and sat her in his lap.
"Shh, it's okay. I believe you. We will get you through this. But I need your help." he said softly.
"What are you talking about? What do you need me to do? I have no skills. I can't even…"she trailed off as he shook his head.
"We've been over this before. You're not useless. I just told you your decisions could spell the end of the world. Now I don't know how you define importance, but that seams very important to me." he said with a laugh.
"What could I possibly have to decide that could end the world Chuck? I don't think any one person can have that much power." she said.
"Okay, how about I tell you everything I need to tell you, then we'll see about that?" he asked with an honest smile. He needed to get her through this and get her on his side.
"Okay, I'm listening." she said.
"First of all the secret, to prove I trust you. Have you ever heard of the Intersect?" He asked an she nodded with wide eyes. "I'm the Intersect." he said with a shy smile.
"No Way! How does it work? How do you use it? Dose this mean you're some kind of machine?" she asked excitedly.
"No I'm still human. Think of it like this, the brain is a huge super computer. And all of your memories are files on the computer. The Intersect is like a big file full of information. Do you follow that?" he asked and she nodded. "Okay now I'm going to tell you about the mission. Lets start with Charles Carmichael. He doesn't exist. I made him up. Oh I did all the things in the file. I just didn't look nearly as cool doing them as it might seam. I guess it all started about a year and a half ago at my birthday party of all things. An old college buddy of mine sent me an e-mail…"
And so over the next six hours, pausing only for breakfast and lunch, he told her his story. He told her about how he went on missions with Sarah and Casey. He told her the truth story of how he screamed like a girl every time he heard gun fire. He told her how he came up with his update to the Intersect. "So you can download skills right into your head?" She asked him.
"Yeah. It's pretty easy to do really. Well for me anyways, but I think I have messed up brain chemistry." Chuck said with a shrug.
"Do you think you could do the same with me? Then maybe I can go on missions. Real missions, that require more then me hopping into bed with different men all the time." She asked with hope shining in her eyes.
"I don't see way not? In fact you would be a pretty good test subject. Maybe when this is all over we can test it. I would love to have you on my team. With or without the Intersect. The problem is that no one gave you the training you deserved. You had a problem at the shooting rang and instead of helping you they gave up. The same can be said for all of your training. I think with a little work you could be a great spy." he said reassuringly.
"You think?" she asked with a sad smile.
"I do. But that doesn't mean we can't add a few skills. I plan on adding as many as I can to myself. I want to be the human Swiss army knife of my team. We already have two of the best agents in the world, I want to be the guy that fills in the few things they can't do. And hey if there are two of us think about how cool the team will be then? What do you say? Would you like to be the female Charles Carmichael?" He asked with a smirk.
"That would be so cool. I really want that. I want to be a part of the team, what do I have to do?" She asked excitedly.
"Well we come to the part of the discussion that involves you, and the part we need you to play. We need you to get in contact with someone form Fulcrum. Tell them the truth. You are working with Charles Carmichael. He wants out of the CIA. He has a working knowledge of the Intersect and it's programming. He also knows where Bryce Larkin is and he would like nothing moor then to see him dead. We will get you a packet of information to give them if they don't jump at this. Tell them I will only join them if I can talk to someone in charge. Tell them I can get their Intersect working. Then tell them the only way to get me out is during the transport back to Burbank. If they want to talk to me, tell them you can sneak a cell phone in here. We need you to do this today. If it all goes according to plan they will hit the transport and take me and you with them. I will fake killing Casey. Once we get to the Fulcrum base you can get in touch with Casey. Meet with him and work with him. We can talk to him when he comes to get me for today's interrogation. Today is all about hugging and making up. Today Beckman is going to try and talk me down. Her goal is going to be to get me to come back to the team. I'll agree to work with Casey again to get the ball rolling on the transport back to Burbank. I'll request small things for my acceptance, so that it doesn't look obvious. Stuff like the title agent, and a salary. I'll also admit that it was rash to run away. Sarah is going to take some heat in this. I feel really bad about it, almost as bad as I did last night." he said deep in thought, so deep he didn't see the hurt flash across her face.
"Almost as bad as last night?" she asked in a thick voice.
"What?" he asked coming out of his thoughts.
"Almost as bad as last night?" she asked as tears pooled in her green eyes.
"I um. You see last night was my first, um seduction mission. I was supposed to seduce you. I um. I didn't want to, I. oh to hell with it. I'm Married to Sarah for real. We love each other and I was supposed to seduce you into making the call but I can't do it. I can't cheat on her. I never cheated in my whole life and I can't start now. Last night, what I did to you. It made me sick. I can't." he said crying.
"Hey, I understand. I felt horrible after the first time too, but it gets easier with time." She said rubbing his back.
"It's not that, I felt like scum. Lower than that even. And I don't know what Sarah will say. I mean I know what she'll say. She'll be fine with it. In fact I did a lot less then she thought I would do. But I feel absolutely horrible about what we did. Don't get me wrong you are one of the hottest women I've ever met but I, well, last night I threw up everything and scrubbed my body raw and I still feel, I don't know? If we had meet under different circumstances I would have given anything for what you were offering me last night. As it is I just feel like I betrayed everything I believe in." Chuck said.
"She will understand Chuck. Hell I was the one who was being played, and I understand. Chuck, what happened last night. It was nothing. Trust me. Sarah Walker will laugh it off. She'll be happy the man she loves couldn't do it. That he rounded second base and puked his guts up. And Chuck I'm not leaving you with Fulcrum by yourself. I can come and go as I please, I'm a trusted call girl, I mean agent to them, especially after I get you in with them. Chuck I can be your contact with Casey! We can feed them the same cover story that we're together, hell you could even say that keeping me as entertainment is part of the deal. I can go out and meet Casey during the day. Get any orders, or information they need you to know. Then at night I can come back to you and let you know what they told me." She said with excitement.
"So in essence you would be a beautiful, leggy, redheaded carrier pidgin?" He asked with a smirk.
"No you silly man you! I'd be your inside man. Well woman. But you know what I mean. If anything goes bad I can be your backup. Once you get the Intersect working upload me like you did yourself. That way if we have to shoot our way out I can help. As it is now I can barely hit a paper target at ten feet." She said with a big smile.
Chuck was just about to tell her he liked her idea when the door banged open and Casey stormed in. "Move it Jackass! The integration room is waiting!" He said grabbing Chuck by the front of his shirt. And pulling him off the couch.
"Cool it big guy we had a change of plans!" He said grabbing Casey's arm for support.
"What?" Casey asked in a confused voice. While helping Chuck stay on his feet.
"Instead of using Melissa I read her in. I just couldn't do it Casey. Not to Sarah and not to Melissa. So I brought her onboard, she's going to make the call while we're in the interrogation room and she came up with the idea that I should keep her as entertainment while in the Fulcrum base. She can be my backup. She agreed to carry information back and fort between us while I'm on the inside. I'm going to Intersect her the same way I did myself so we can make it out if we have to." Chuck said.
"How do we know we can trust her?" Casey asked eyeing Melissa.
"You can trust her because I trust her." Chuck said "and that should be good enough."
"Okay but if she turns you in to Fulcrum, and they mess with your brain, then I wont stop Walker form killing your new girlfriend." Casey said with a shrug. "We still have to get into the integration room. Beckman will be on the screen this time and I'm close to being put out of the room. I think just a few smacks today." Casey said with a sad smile.
"It's cool big guy, remember I came up with this Idea. We need to make her more malleable." Chuck said rubbing his bruised cheek.
"Yeah I'm sorry about that son. I had to sell it." Casey said with a little shrug, but Chuck knew he was feeling bad about yesterday.
"Think nothing of it, and besides I get to shoot you tomorrow. Are you sure about the whole not wearing a vest thing? You know I could kill you if I miss by just a few inches right? I agree that they need to see blood but can't we use like ketchup packets?" Chuck said nervously.
"Relax. And remember what we practiced. You can do this. Hell you're one of only two people in the whole world I would let shoot me. I know you can do it son. Now lets quit the jaw jacking we need to move!" He said, and Chuck stood by the door with his hands behind his back. Casey perp. walked him to the interrogation room and tossed him into the chair. Beckman was on the TV screen.
"Easy Major! Chuck, how are you doing today?" She asked in what Chuck thought was honest concern.
"I'm good." Chuck said and Casey smacked him across the face sending him off the chair and into a heep on the floor.
"She is a General for God's sake! You will address her as Ma'am, or General!" Casey yelled.
"That is enough! Major leave the room Right NOW!" She yelled standing up from her seat. Casey snapped to attention and saluted her before marching out of the room. "Chuck are you okay?" She asked.
"Yes Ma'am. I just have to wait till the room stops spinning before I try and stand up." Chuck said shaking his head.
"Take your time Chuck. Major Casey was out of line. I'm very sorry Chuck." She said.
Chuck smiled two Chucks in the same sentence? He knew he had her now. "That's okay General. I dissevered it for running away like I did. I am very sorry about that Ma'am. I don't know why I did it in the first place. I should have stayed where I was and did my job. It's what a good agent does. They follow orders, and even though I'm not an agent I need to start acting like one if I'm going to be useful Ma'am." Chuck said in a broken voice.
"Chuck I know why you ran away. And the truth is I sometimes forget your not an agent. Well I know your not an agent. The random comments during briefings are a blinding reminder of that. But I forget you're not trained. You're laying your life on the line everyday and we don't pay you for it, in fact I'm sad to say I ordered your termination the night Gram died. We treat you like an asset and then turn around and make you do the work of an agent. So I think it's only fitting that we give you a title to go along with all of the responsibilities we put on you. For now on your title is agent Charles Carmichael. You will also be paid like an agent. I took the liberty of setting up a secure bank account in the name of Charles Carmichael, and deposited a year and a half of back pay into it this morning. At this time I would like to offer you my sincerest apology for the way you have been treated. By agent Walker, and Major Casey, but mostly by me. I am very Sorry Chuck. And for the record Major Casey went way too far with you. His use of force was out of line." She said with a sad smile on her face.
It was the first time Chuck had ever remembered her looking so animated. In fact he felt bad about lying to her about the mission, but for him to get in with Fulcrum he needed them to fall for his plan. He didn't know who could access this feed, but he didn't want to take any chances. By tomorrow night she would be read in on the mission and he, hopefully, would be alive and working on the Fulcrum Intersect.
"Thank you very much Ma'am, that's very generous of you. I always felt honored to be doing the work we did, but it's nice to be acknowledged for it. I know that the situation we find ourselves in is not ideal. I know the Intersect was supposed to go into an agent like Bryce Larkin, not some underachieving nerd like me. But this is the hand we were dealt and I want to make the best of it." He said coming to stand at attention. "I hope to live up to the title of agent. I know there is a level of honor that comes with that title and you can expect a new level of maturity from me. I am no longer under the illusion that I'm in love with Sarah Walker. I know this because the second we tried to make it work she ran away. I do feel it is my responsibility as her former teammate to speak on her behalf though. I don't think she was in her right mind when we left Burbank, or for the last year for that matter. She has spent so long moving around and being an agent that she lost focus on what was real and what was her job. If I had known what I do now I would have seen it for what it was. I would like to request the kill order on agent Walker be rescinded. She's not rouge, she's just a little lost Ma'am." Chuck said.
"The order has already been rescinded. We are just looking for her now. There has to be some disciplinary action for going AWAL but I agree with you. We need to get her back so we can get her some counseling maybe?" Beckman said. "As for you, I think we can call you punished. To tell you the truth I just want your team back in the field. You've been offline for a week and I honestly feel like the country is less safe." She said with small smile.
"I am both honored and just as disturbed as you are Ma'am to think that I'm what's keeping this country safe. I must request that Sarah be reassigned. I don't think our team can go back to what it used to be. I have been spending time with this new handler agent Barns. She's a little rough around the edges, but I think it might be a good team building experience for us to train together. I also think it would be a way to punish Major Casey for his use of excusive force Ma'am." Chuck said with a straight face. It was his calm face that made the General smile.
"Very good idea Chuck! In fact why don't you call the Major back into the room so we can tell him about his new role as the team trainer." She said with a sadistic smile.
Chuck opened the door and gave Casey a wide eyed innocent stare "Major the General would like a word with you." He said in a voice filled with mirth. Casey walked in and stood at attention.
"Major it's been decided that agent Barns will stay on the team and to help with the new team dynamic it was suggested that you bring both agents Carmichael and Barns up to speed as far as agent training goes. I have every confidence in your undying patience, and dedication to your teammates. I expect to see a marked improvement in their skills." She said menacingly.
Melissa walked out of the office building and pulled out her iPhone she turned it off and put it in her purse before pulling out her second cell phone. This one was a Blackberry. She hit speed dial one and waited for her handler to answer. "Stone, secure."
"Barns, Secure. I have a priority one recruiting hopeful." She said.
"Name and rank?"
"Special Agent Charles Carmichael, CIA."
"Hold one." He said, she could here typing in the background. Then she heard what sounded like 'Holy Shit!' before she heard fumbling with the phone. "I want you to call this number, take it down," She pulled out a pen and small notebook. "(818) 555-6104. I want you to say priority one recruit. I then want you to say Black Arrow 6834. Than I want you to answer any and all questions they ask. Barns, the person you are going to speak to is one of the highest ranking members of Fulcrum. You will show them the same respect you show to the Pope. I want you to be as honest and open with them as you can be. If you land this guy you can expect to be given a lot of respect form the organization. That is all. Make the call." he then hung up.
She punched in the number and someone picked up on the second ring. "Report!"
"I have a priority one recruit, Black Arrow 6834." She said before holding her breath. She needed this to work, she needed to prove herself to the team. And if she was honest with herself she needed to prove to herself that she was in fact an agent and not a call girl. That she could do something more then entertain assets.
She was starting to panic when she heard a click and a phone being picked up. "This is Fulcrum Command. What can you tell me about agent Charles Carmichael?" asked the person on the other end of the call.
Melissa was sure she peed a little when she heard him say Fulcrum Command. "Well I was brought in on a ten man NSA search team tasked to find two CIA agents that went AWAL together. One of them was Carmichael, the other one was Sarah Walker, the Enforcer. They ran away together. We found them after four days because they got married in Vegas under the name Carmichael on New Years Eve. When we got to the MGM he was sitting at a Black Jack table hitting on an older woman and drinking scotch. He was very calm when we approached him and when asked where Walker was he said she left him. I'm guessing she freaked out and pulled a runner sometime during the night. I was assigned as his new handler and entertainment. Carmichael is very angry with the CIA, and is also very angry with Walker. He has been using me for revenge sex. I have to admit I don't mind at all. During one of these sessions he let slip that he would be interested in quitting the agency. I gave him the Fulcrum pitch and he said he could give two shits about Fulcrum's cause, he just wants revenge. I asked him what he had to offer and that's when I knew I had to call it in. He worked on the Intersect sir. He says he helped encode some of it and he was working on downloading it into the brain. He says he might knows where Bryce Larkin is." She said excitedly.
"Calm down agent Barns. You said he doesn't really care too much for our group. Dose that mean he has any demands?" Asked the Commander.
"I don't know sir. I know he would very much like to talk to someone in charge. He was also very interested in killing Bryce Larkin. I don't know what the guy did to him but he sure as hell wants him dead." She said.
"In your opinion agent Barns, Can we trust him?" He asked.
"I think he's on the level sir. He's very smart and he sounds like he knows what he's talking about. I think he can deliver the goods for a few small things in return." She said.
"I would love to talk to him. His file is most impressive. His talents as a field agent alone would get him a meeting with me, but to have knowledge of the intersect too? I have to talk to him. Can you set it up?" He asked.
"I wish I could, he's being held at a NSA bunker in the Nevada desert until he talks with his commander. But I think I have a plan on how we can brake him out. They're going to transport him back to Burbank tomorrow afternoon. I think we can ambush the transport and snatch him." She said.
"Very good. When your on the road I want you to turn on your phone and we will use it to track you. I will see you tomorrow night agent Barns." He said before killing the connection.
Chuck and Casey were headed to his room when Melissa walked up to them in the hall. Chuck took one look at her pale complexion and shaking hands and knew something was wrong. He took her in his arms and hugged her close. "What's going on?" He asked her softly.
"I just got off the phone with Fulcrum Command. He agreed to break you out just like you planed. Chuck I've never been so scared in my life! What if I had screwed it up? What if he didn't believe me? I could have let you down, hell I could have let down the whole team!" She said hysterically.
"Shhhh. Melissa calm down. Come on, that's it. Just breath. Good. Now look at me. I had every faith in you. I knew you could do it. That's why I asked you to do it in the first place. You know how much is at stake here. Do you think I would give you such an important task if I didn't think you could do it? Come on Melissa you're getting all worked up for no reason. Now we can't walk into the room at the same time. Go on ahead and we'll be right behind you in a minute. Go ahead. Make yourself a drink and sit on the couch. I promise to dance with you later tonight." Chuck said pulling back from her and turning her towards the room.
She walked away from them on unsteady feet but the further she got the more sure her footing became. When she was out of sight Casey turned to Chuck. "You just made all of that shit up didn't you?" He asked.
"Oh yah. To tell you the truth I didn't think they would put her through to Fulcrum Command. This is working out way better then I thought it would. Lets go see what she learned." Chuck said as Casey finished perp. walking him back to his room. When they got there Melissa was laying on the couch sipping a glass of scotch. "How do you feel now, any better?" He asked as he lifted up her feet and sat down. He then dropped her shoes on the floor and her left foot in his lap while he rubbed the ball of her right foot.
"Oh that feels good. You can just keep on doing that right there." She said dropping her head on the arm rest and letting her eyes roll back in her head.
"Did you learn anything?" Casey asked taking a seat on the black coffee table, and ignoring the byplay between them.
"Yes. I got the phone number for Fulcrum Command, I also got a code word. I don't know what it means but I wrote them down in my notebook. Casey can you hand me my purse. I'd get it myself but Chuck kind of has magical hands and if I let him keeps this up I might not be able to stand up." She said in a husky whisper.
Casey picked up the purse and handed it to her. He just shook his head at what she said.
"We've been over this before I can't cheat on Sarah." Chuck said.
"This is not cheating. This is the best foot massage I've ever had. Is this how you got Sarah?" She sighed out as he switched feet right before she was about to ask him. It was like he knew what she wanted before she even did. If he wasn't so in love with Sarah she would be all over him. She hoped this Sarah Walker woman treated him good because if not she was more then willing to take him off her hands.
"No I got Sarah with my charming smile and girly screams." Chuck said working a knot on the heel of her dainty little foot.
"Well if you want her to be your sex slave forever you treat her to one of these massages. I know I would do anything you asked me to right now." she said as she fished out her notebook and tore out the page. She handed it to him and sighed sadly when he stopped rubbing her foot. But a few seconds later she was reworded with a tight hug and a soft little kiss on the cheek.
"Melissa you did great! I'm so proud of you! Casey your going to have to call Sarah and let her know we need to amend the plan again." He said laying Melissa back down and went back to working her foot. "Casey I know who Fulcrum Command is and it's going to make the rest of this mission and the rest of our lives very easy. And all the thanks goes to Melissa. What ever you want it's yours. I think I owe you a dance or ten." he said working on her tight calf. "Casey, Fulcrum Command is Ted Roark, and when we're done with this mission I think I will take over as CEO of Roark Industries. I think it's a more fitting cover then the buy more, don't you? Plus I'm going to need a head of security. What do you say Casey, would you like to fund our future counter terrorist team with a rouge intelligence group's money?" Chuck asked with a laugh. "I'm not going to be put in some bunker, I'm going to get office space in Roark Industries. "