Chuck vs. the NSA Agent 1/?
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fojeeChuck vs. the NSA Agent
by Fojee
Chuck/Casey AU. Disclaimer: Sarah will not appear much in this fic. Unless she insists. Also, I don't own Chuck. Or Casey. (I wish.)
1/?
Bryce Larkin was a damn gymnast, a crack shot, and an all-around pain in the ass. Bryce Larkin was a ghost, with eyes in the back of his too-pretty head. Bryce Larkin had earned his place in John Casey's line-up of paper targets, because Bryce Fucking Larkin, CIA agent gone rogue, had broken into a secure facility under Casey's command, stolen the government secrets contained in the Intersect, blew up the entire room, and got away with it clean. Or almost clean.
John Casey should have gone for a chest shot. He should have kept his damn distance. Should have.
Instead, he shot Larkin's hand while a meter or so away, trying to contain the leak and stop him sending the information to god knows whom. Larkin dropped his cellphone, but he launched himself at Casey before he could change his aim. And Larkin disarmed him and kicked his thigh hard enough that he dropped to his right knee hard. He grunted when Larkin pointed his own gun at his head. He snuck a look down. He was close enough to see the phone. It flashed MESSAGE SENT and an e-mail address before Larkin stomped on it, cracking the screen and killing the power, and getting his attention back to the weapon in his hand.
"Too late, Casey," Larkin said with a smirk, but his eyes were wild. He pistol-whipped Casey in the jaw. And he was out cold.
---
Sarah looked up in surprise. “I, I didn’t think you’d trust me with this, sir. I mean, Bryce had me completely fooled…” She flushed, remembering Cabo.
Director Graham met her gaze over his steepled fingers. They were sitting in his office, with its walls of dark wood paneling and absolutely impersonal décor. It was entirely secure. Even so, he was used to speaking with discretion. “I’m not going to lie to you, Agent Walker. Because of Agent Larkin’s singular act of treason, the CIA is in a precarious position. Consider this a second chance, or is it a third?” He raised an eyebrow, making her feel seventeen all over again.
“I won’t let you down, sir. I’ll get him back.” Sarah bit her lip. “Is there confirmation of the leak?”
“No chatter yet, but the NSA sent their top agent to make sure the Intersect doesn’t fall into enemy hands, or worse, go public.” Inwardly, Director Graham shuddered at the implications. “Just focus on your mission. Get Larkin, Sarah, dead or alive.”
---
In the ruins of a wide room covered in cracked screens, a very similar conversation was taking place.
"Which is why you are heading to LA, Major Casey," General Beckman finished a somewhat long-winded explanation of just how important it was to secure the Intersect.
"Which is perfect. I'm feeling a little pasty," Major John Casey said with a little too much insolence. He was still steaming mad at himself for letting Larkin escape. At least the handheld that contained the downloaded Intersect had been left behind, though the data was too corrupted to be accessed. He just had to track down the recipient of that e-mail. Piece of cake. He touched his still tender jaw and bared his teeth.
by Fojee
Chuck/Casey AU. Disclaimer: Sarah will not appear much in this fic. Unless she insists. Also, I don't own Chuck. Or Casey. (I wish.)
1/?
Bryce Larkin was a damn gymnast, a crack shot, and an all-around pain in the ass. Bryce Larkin was a ghost, with eyes in the back of his too-pretty head. Bryce Larkin had earned his place in John Casey's line-up of paper targets, because Bryce Fucking Larkin, CIA agent gone rogue, had broken into a secure facility under Casey's command, stolen the government secrets contained in the Intersect, blew up the entire room, and got away with it clean. Or almost clean.
John Casey should have gone for a chest shot. He should have kept his damn distance. Should have.
Instead, he shot Larkin's hand while a meter or so away, trying to contain the leak and stop him sending the information to god knows whom. Larkin dropped his cellphone, but he launched himself at Casey before he could change his aim. And Larkin disarmed him and kicked his thigh hard enough that he dropped to his right knee hard. He grunted when Larkin pointed his own gun at his head. He snuck a look down. He was close enough to see the phone. It flashed MESSAGE SENT and an e-mail address before Larkin stomped on it, cracking the screen and killing the power, and getting his attention back to the weapon in his hand.
"Too late, Casey," Larkin said with a smirk, but his eyes were wild. He pistol-whipped Casey in the jaw. And he was out cold.
---
Sarah looked up in surprise. “I, I didn’t think you’d trust me with this, sir. I mean, Bryce had me completely fooled…” She flushed, remembering Cabo.
Director Graham met her gaze over his steepled fingers. They were sitting in his office, with its walls of dark wood paneling and absolutely impersonal décor. It was entirely secure. Even so, he was used to speaking with discretion. “I’m not going to lie to you, Agent Walker. Because of Agent Larkin’s singular act of treason, the CIA is in a precarious position. Consider this a second chance, or is it a third?” He raised an eyebrow, making her feel seventeen all over again.
“I won’t let you down, sir. I’ll get him back.” Sarah bit her lip. “Is there confirmation of the leak?”
“No chatter yet, but the NSA sent their top agent to make sure the Intersect doesn’t fall into enemy hands, or worse, go public.” Inwardly, Director Graham shuddered at the implications. “Just focus on your mission. Get Larkin, Sarah, dead or alive.”
---
In the ruins of a wide room covered in cracked screens, a very similar conversation was taking place.
"Which is why you are heading to LA, Major Casey," General Beckman finished a somewhat long-winded explanation of just how important it was to secure the Intersect.
"Which is perfect. I'm feeling a little pasty," Major John Casey said with a little too much insolence. He was still steaming mad at himself for letting Larkin escape. At least the handheld that contained the downloaded Intersect had been left behind, though the data was too corrupted to be accessed. He just had to track down the recipient of that e-mail. Piece of cake. He touched his still tender jaw and bared his teeth.
