A/N: I don't own Chuck
Sarah continued to look around the house, and found a keycard hanging on a peg near the door. She picked it up and saw her name and picture on it. She opened the door and studied the lock. It took a keycard to enter. She tried the keycard in the lock and the light above where the card was inserted turned green.
She looked back into the house, and saw a monitor in the kitchen, with a slot for the keycard. She walked over, inserted the key, and saw her name pop up and multiple choices. She clicked groceries, and a menu popped up. She studied it for a few moments and saw that she could order the groceries and have them delivered.
She pulled out the key card, hung it around her neck, and headed out the door. The air felt amazing, and the sun beamed down. It felt like a warm day with a cool breeze, and little humidity. Where was she? Was the climate controlled? She began to walk toward the buildings she saw. She passed many bungalows that appeared to be like hers.
She saw people out and about. Some alone, some with someone else. There were obvious couples; man and woman, woman and woman, man and man. It truly appeared people were living here. She heard people talking, and while English seemed to be predominate, it was apparent that there were many languages spoke, and expertly.
It truly seemed as this was a joint operation, which seemed insane, since countries could hardly agree on what type of table to have a negotiation, much less negotiations themselves. She snorted thinking of the mission where she watched two countries bicker for three days over to have a round negotiation table or a square one.
She saw shops, multiple buildings, a library, and a school. She stopped walking. If there were a school, than that meant…that meant this had been here for years.
She thought back to her research she had done before resigning, and the things that she had read. Agents that just…disappeared. Most of these agents were those that were single, no family, and were deep undercover. They just…vanished. Most were thought to have gone off the grid, wanting to be away from humanity, others were thought to have committed suicide.
For there to be schools…that implied there were children, and they had grown up here. Were they the ones that were now running this place…providing services…were they forced?
Every rumor so far seemed to be true. She set her jaw. If she was right, someone should be coming for her soon. Someone that was like Bryce. Someone that they would try to use to get past her guard. Someone that they thought she would react to a certain physical way.
"Sarah Walker?" the British voice came behind her.
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This was hell. This was absolute hell watching her. He knew that they had wanted to send Shaw, but he had argued that Daniel and his wife deserved to be left in peace. It was going to be jarring enough when Sarah saw Evelyn.
According to everything they had run on Sarah, Cole Barker should inflict a physical and sexual reaction from Sarah. He felt sick at his stomach, knowing that.
Cole should have been the one sent after Sarah before she was brought to FE. However there was no leverage on Cole, and the superiors were afraid he would try and escape. He sat there, wanting to turn away, unable to turn away.
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Sarah laughed, making Cole frown. "I mean, let's be honest, you are good looking."
"I am," Cole admitted.
"I don't know who is in charge of this place, but I am not going to drop my pants just because they sent you here," Sarah continued. Cole started to reply, but couldn't, the words lost in his throat. "I mean, it's a great spy ploy," she continued.
"What is?" he managed to get out.
She gave him a flat look. "Take away everything from someone, then send a hot guy, who seems genuine to comfort her," Sarah told him. Cole looked very uncomfortable. "Send me someone to tell me what the hell is going on."
"I can tell you what is going on," Cole replied.
Anger crossed her face. "What's your name?"
"Cole Barker," he said, holding up his name badge.
"Okay, Cole, I'm going to say this using small words," Sarah told him. "Send him to me."
"Who?"
"They know who," Sarah said. "They know exactly who."
"You don't know who they are," Cole tried to explain.
"And you do?" Sarah asked. Cole started to reply, when Sarah shook her head.
"Go," she said pointing away.
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He watched the exchange take place, and when she pointed away from Cole, he knew what had happened. There was no question. There was only one person she would talk to.
Why had she come here? Why in the hell had she resigned?
"Number 6," came the voice over the intercom.
"Yes," he replied.
"It seems that you were correct," the voice over the intercom said.
"I didn't want to be," he said quietly. "Can't you let them go, or-or, if you can't do that, just let them live in peace."
"We want what they created," the voice reminded Number 6.
"I have no idea what they created," Number 6 told the voice. "No idea."
"You know what must be done, Number 6," the voice told him.
"I can't make the impossible happen," Number 6 argued.
"Go to her, tell her whatever you have to. Do, whatever you have to. Make her understand. Bribe her. Lie to her. I do not care," the voice said. "I want my program."
"I'll try," Number 6 said, pain in his voice.
"No, you will do what I asked. You will not try, you will do," the voice replied.
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"Where are you?" Sarah asked softly, looking around. She could see that for some, leaving the life, this could be heaven. Maybe it could be for her, once she found him and got him out of here.