Whoops! It seems that I always forget to post the latest chapters here, although no one actually reads this... Oh well.. This is chapter 4, chapter 5 will be posted soon.

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A piece of blueberry pie
The official logo of the CIA
The official logo of the NSA
Several men carrying AK 47, assault rifles
A piece of blueberry pie

Chuck Bartowski sucked in a deep breath, eyes opened widely.

A rusty, old pistol
A pair of rounded-rim spectacles
Several images of Fulcrum agents
An arsenal of firearms
A terrorist cell known as “Az’kaban”
A rusty, old pistol

Chuck jerked awake with a start. His breathing came in deep, sharp intakes of breath as the pain invaded his senses with full force. His chest was burning intensely, and a dull throbbing resonated from his arm, which hung from a cast. A dull ache pounded from the pulsating vein that bulged in the centre of his forehead. He breathed a little before being sucked into yet another flash.

An alarm clock
A bundle of daisies
A folder, entitled “SWITAG”
Dead men littering the floor
The official CIA logo
The official NSA logo
A bundle of daisies

His eyelids fluttered slightly before he was able to open his eyes fully. Disorientated and slightly nauseous from the flashes, he found himself lying on a hospital bed. The monotonous beeping of the surrounding machines did nothing to help his pounding headache, and he was left feeling drained from the abnormally long-lasting flashes.

These weren’t like normal flashes; No, they weren’t even triggered by any related information to the intel in his brain. Chuck found himself continually flashing, and the resulting information chilled him to the bone.

Once again, he felt the beginnings of another flash. Before he could even react to it, the familiar rush of images flooded his senses.

A battered bicycle
A brand new Porsche 911 Turbo
An alarm clock
Leaders of the terrorist cell, “Az’kaban”
A mug of beer

When Chuck snapped back from this particular flash, however, he wasn’t able to open his eyes anymore. Honest to God, he hadn’t a clue where he was either. He felt numb; no pain, no more aching limbs and his noggin was no longer pounding. He concluded that the flash must have killed him, but he could still hear the sudden wild beeping of his heart monitor. The beeping was suddenly joined by a male voice and two other distinct female voices, before he lost consciousness once again.

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“Chuck is suffering from post-traumatic seizures as a result of the accident. He must’ve injured his head more severely than the CT scan showed, or there might’ve been some sort of complications from the concussion that he has. But the good news is that Chuck’s brain is less likely to be damaged further, despite the severity of the injury itself.”

Sarah Walker had a half mind to strangle the doctor that stood in front of her. How dare he have the gall to make claims of being the bearer of good news when Chuck’s life was in danger?

Ellie cried her eyes into Devon’s shirt, and Morgan and Anna, both having just arrived, burst into fresh rounds of tears. Sarah stood awkwardly at the side, struggling to keep up her emotionless facade.

“Chuck has slipped into a coma shortly after experiencing his seizure. Although highly probable that Chuck will awaken from his comatose state, there is a slim chance that he won’t. However, if he’s in a coma, his body will definitely regenerate itself more quickly than normal. I suggest you try to make him as comfortable as possible. It’s completely up to him if he desires to wake up, and I hope you know that we’ll try our very best to help Mr Bartowski.” The doctor wrapped up his little speech with a small nod and left them in the hall.

Sarah wasn’t sure she knew what to feel. Chuck had seizures; that wasn’t good. Chuck was in a coma; that wasn’t good either. But she wasn’t sure why he was suffering from seizures, with him not even being in an accident in the first place.

“Walker, Beckman wants a conference in an hour, we need to get to Castle now,” Casey whispered, keeping his voice hushed, although he knew the others were too busy sobbing to even pay attention. Sarah jerked her head forward in a nod and moved toward Ellie to excuse herself, giving the reason that she wasn’t feeling well and that Casey had offered to drive her home.

The familiar yogurt shop came into view as they pulled up in Sarah’s Porsche in one of the mall’s outdoor parking lots. Sauntering into Castle, the two began to tidy the table that would be in view during the conference in silence. Both spies were obviously shaken by the events that happened in the past 24 hours.

They were prepared to get their asses handed to them by the General, and were hardly surprised when her stern and infuriated face appeared on the screen, followed by a stream of long curses directed at the two agents. As she continued to reprimand them, they noticed the movement on her side of the screen. A hand popped up from the side and handed a file to Beckman. She paused for a second, and scanned through the contents of the file. Casey and Sarah watched curiously as Beckman’s face frown got deeper, if that were even possible.

“Agents, get to the hospital and evacuate the building immediately. We’ve just received intel that there is a bomb in the hospital and it will go off in a matter of minutes. The Intersect will be your first priority, before you may start evacuating the other civilians.”

Sarah felt her eyes widening in shock as her breath caught and throat closed up, for possibly the tenth time that day. She was already running out of reactions. The words “bomb” and “Chuck” together caused a chained reaction in her, and her legs carried her swiftly on their own accord to her Porsche in a matter of seconds, with Casey hot on her heels.

Entering the hospital, they’d decided to pull the fire alarm, in hopes of a quick, orderly evacuation of the civilians before heading to Chuck’s room to aid him. Unfortunately, the fire alarm created exactly the opposite result of what they had wanted. People ran toward the various exits in panic, trampling and paying no heed to those fallen around them. One of those who had fallen down was Ellie, and Devon was no where in sight. Casey immediately went to her side, while Sarah helped the others who had fallen in the chaos.

With her heart beating wildly in her chest, Sarah ran into the ICU, where the bedridden and emergency patients were being transported by gurneys to the parking lot of the hospital. Entering Chuck’s room, she was relieved to see that he was absent from his room, denoting that he had already been moved.

Almost instantaneously, just as the last gurney was rolled out onto the rough concrete ground of the hospital’s parking lot, a deafening explosion sounded throughout the complex. Bursts of flames ruptured the inside of the building, while the sheer force of the explosion propelled multitudes of debris into the air. West Side hospital was unrecognizable, completely disfigured in the face of the bomb.

“Chuck!” Sarah yelled, disorientated and temporarily deaf from the blast. She navigated her way through the throng of people that littered the parking lot of the hospital, when Casey grabbed her arm and pulled her to the side, where the crowd thinned.“Where’s Chuck?” Casey inquired rather forcefully.

“Isn’t he with the staff? He wasn’t in his room, he must be with the other patients,” she explained desperately, not entirely sure that she was reassuring Casey or herself.

The catchy jingle of her cell-phone sounded from her pocket and she jumped slightly at the vibration which sent nauseous jingles down her spine. The words “unknown caller” filled the screen of her iPhone.

“Hello?” She answered, her voice cracking slightly.

“Hello Agent Walker, I believe you’re looking for your asset?” A gruff voice sounded from the receiver.

Sarah’s stomach churned in realisation as she spoke shakily into the mouthpiece, while trying to get control over her emotions. Emotions were a liability, especially when dealing with enemy agents.

“Where’s Chuck,” Her voice was laced with venom.

“Now, now, Agent Walker, let’s not get too impatient here. You and I both know that Chuck Bartowski isn’t a normal spy, so, you might want to be careful, since we are now in possession of the Intersect.”

"No..." Sarah hissed softly to herself. Tears streamed down her cheeks, falling onto the charred ground beneath her feet like raindrops. The sound of her despondent heart filled her eardrums, drowning out the mad squealing of sirens in the distance. Flames engulfed every inch of what remained of the hospital, while Sarah Walker felt the very core of her soul set itself on fire.

They had Chuck.

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