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The Vegas Job [for nerdherdchuck]

ooc: takes place a few days after this

Sam was sitting at a bar at the Mirage, w glass of whiskey in his hand as he swirled it around. One drink was all he allowed himself to have while he was on a job, and he planned on making this one last.

He had been in Vegas for a day now, and while he had gotten a good lay of the land as well as staked out a few of the supposed drop points, Sam had yet to find his contact. Supposedly this guy was a special agent from another government division, one who would be able to help him and had special knowledge of the party that KAOS was trying to sell the object to.

Of course Sam had no idea who he was waiting for. Just told that the guy coming to find him would recognize him for who he was, and leave it at that. Which left Sam sitting at the bar, alone, sipping his whiskey and waiting.

And hoping that his partner for this mission was someone he could get along with last time. Last time the chief sent him on a mission with another government agency, he had gotten some crackpot burnt-out NSA agent who loved his guns a bit more than the safety of his partner.

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"Wonder if I could try that. Will have to look into it."

Sam tossed a bill to the bartender for his tab and the tip, then got up to follow Chuck. "Too bad my trip wasn't here last month. There was a video game expo that had the demo for one of the new RPG's from the guys that made Evercrack. I heard it was good."

"Might not be a bad idea," Chuck replied as he paid for his drink and tossed the tip on the counter. He then got up and started to head towards the exit.

Chuck turned Sam and smiled a bit. "I wish I could have attended that too. I played a few of those RPGs over the years."

"Most of the games I played growing up where hand helds. But I've got a Wii now, and myself and a few guys from work get together to have fun playing games against each other."

Once they were outside, Sam looked to see if anyone was paying attention to them before talking again. "I take it we have more than Stanford in common, don't we?"

"The Wii is a lot of fun. I'm also a fan of X-Box."

Chuck nodded and lowered his voice. "You would be correct. I'm not sure how much you were briefed on your contact though but you seemed a little surprised it was me giving the code phrase."

Sam put his hands in his pockets. "I wasn't told who my contact was, just that they would recognize me for who I was." He looked at Chuck. "How much about me did they tell you?"

"Not much," Chuck admitted. "Basically just where and when to find you and that you were someone roughly my age."

Chuck wasn't sure he was ready to admit just how he recognized Sam so easily yet.

"And then they throw you into the middle of a casino in Vegas during tourist season where my census group is the likely set of tourists to be here."

Sam was good at his job and knew when someone was holding back. The psychic bit helped too.

"All right, so there was a bit more to go on," Chuck admitted.

"What about the mission itself though? You've been briefed on that, right?" Chuck asked, attempting to change the conversation a little bit.

"Yeah, I've done that, along with the research that went with it." Sam nodded with his head to have Chuck walk with him.

"It's a scroll and a set of charms. Dates back to the Babylonian era. The scroll creates to enhancement on the person wearing the charms. It's been hidden for the last six or seven hundred years, but apparently the soul who hid it came back as a demon, and they are working to sell it to the highest bidder."

Chuck gave an impressed smile. "Well, you certainly know more about this than I do. All I know is that a dangerous item has attracted the attention of rouge agencies and getting it back is of utmost importance."

"That's what they keep me around for - my normally useless set of knowledge with some fun job training." Sam smirked back.

Chuck grinned at Sam's remark.

"Well, no wonder Fulcrum would be after something like that," he continued. "Have you heard anything about their agenda? I can fill you in otherwise."

"All I know is that I need to stop the sale, get rid of the demon, and bring the objects back to be stored in our containment facility."

Sam looked at Chuck. "And that some of the bad guys are from organizations that I've never dealt with. Like Fulcrum."

"Sounds easy enough," Chuck commented then gave a look as if to say, "No, not really."

"Fulcrum is all about creating better agents to fight today's wars. Basically making better spies through any means necessary. They think agencies like the CIA are using antiquated Cold War technology to deal with modern threats. Also, Fulcrum doesn't care who they hurt to forward their agenda. And they're more likely to kill themselves before they talk so getting intel out of their agents can be difficult."

"Total opposite of CONTROL, who while they like their gadgets, still like to do things the old fashioned way."

Sam nodded, then looked at Chuck. "I have to say, you do surprise me. I usually get the 'demons aren't real' argument right off the bat when I work with another agency."

Chuck nodded.

"I," he began, "Well, I guess I'm a bit more open minded than some other agents. I've...sorta seen some strange things while on the job."

He wondered if he should just outright tell Sam about his ability. He seemed the type who would be more open minded about hearing about it.

"As long as you're open minded then, we should get along fine. Just let me handle the demons though. They don't fight in conventional ways."

Sam tended not to talk about his own abilities because they could make people nervous around him. Of course they were all in his file though...

"How does a demon fight...exactly?" Chuck asked, rather curiously.

"They can move faster than the human eye. Have abnormal strength. Telekinesis. And they can possess you and trap you in your own body. And those are just the basic demon types."

Chuck looked at Sam a bit wide eyed. "And...you know how to deal with something that can do that?"

Sam shrugged a bit, non-nonchalantly. "Special training."

"I see..." Chuck replied. He noticed Sam didn't look bothered at all. "Well, uh...you're the expert. I'll concentrate on the Fulcrum agents then."

"That works, since I don't know how to handle them."

he stopped a moment, putting a hand up to keep Chuck from moving as well. His eyes scanned the people moving around them. His 'demon' sense just spiked a bit, and he was trying to find out who it was.

Chuck stopped when Sam put his hand out. He turned towards his partner and noticed he was scanning the area. He didn't ask anything, leaving Sam to focus on the crowd.

"There's three ways to tell who's a demon," Sam said softly to Chuck. "First is that they will have black eyes. At least most of them. Some will have red, white or yellow but we don't need to worry about that right now. Secondly, they don't get hurt easily, but holy water stings like a bitch and will buy you time." He pulled out a flask, handing it to Chuck.

"And three? They really hate it when people say the word Christo."

At that moment, two men in business suits a few feet from them that had been making their way over hissed at them, wincing as their eyes flashed black.

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