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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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"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.

"Check the eyes, got it," Chuck whispered back. He glanced at the flask of holy water for a moment before slipping it into one of his inside coat pockets.

"Now, when you say they don't like the word 'Christo' do you mean it weakens them or it pisses them off and they attack you?"

The demons flinched again when Chuck said it, then really started to make their way towards them.

"Well, first time it's said, just gets their attention. Second time... kinda pisses them off." Sam took a step back. "Right now we should find a place off the main streets before they get to us. Come on..."

Chuck winced slightly when the demons came closer. He didn't think he said it loud enough for them to hear him.

When Sam suggested finding a safer spot, Chuck nodded and followed Sam.

Sam did a quick scan of the street, then turned him and Chuck down an alleyway. He pulled out a gun and ducked down behind some crates, holding Chuck with him. "I'll keep them back, you ask them where the deal's going down..."

The demons passed by, and Sam got up, cocking back the hammer on his gun. "Alright guys, let's cut to the chase here." He looked at Chuck. "This guy's got some questions for you, and you're gonna answer them."

"And what if we don't?" the demon on the left asked.

Sam raised an eyebrow and shot off a round. The demon screamed at the salt and holy water that came from the bullet and penetrated his skin. Black eyes glared back up at him.

"Chuck, I think they'll cooperate now."

Chuck blinked for a second but regained his composure. He hadn't seen anything like that before but violence wasn't new to him.

He glared at the demon suspect. "Who's your contact?"

The demon glared back at Chuck for a moment then over at Sam. He then looked back at Chuck and answered, "Goes by a codename, Corvus."

Chuck found himself slip into a trance-like state as a file loaded of a middle aged Fulcrum scientist, Marcus Cornwell. When he snapped back to reality, he continued his questioning. "Where and when?"

"At Paris, the Eiffel Tower observation deck at midnight."

Chuck stepped back to Sam and whispered. "I know he's telling the truth about who his contact is. As for where and when, I think so."

"Good."

Sam handed the gun to Chuck, then held a hand out. Both demons were pinned to the wall instantly. "Now to keep them from going back to telling their boss we're onto them."

Chuck thought for a moment. "But what about the rendezvous? With no contacts, Marcus might leave before we can question him."

Chuck looked over at one of the demons. "Does Marcus know who he's looking for? Or was he only given some sort of code to say to the one he was supposed to meet?"

"I'm not gonna tell you," the demon smirked. "Not unless we make a deal."

"What kind of a deal?" Chuck asked. He was used to plea bargains but this was a different matter entirely. He glanced over at Sam, wondering if that was the wrong thing to ask.

"If I tell you, he's just going to send us back to Hell." They motioned towards Sam with their black eyes. "Either we get to walk away, or those secrets are coming back to Hell with us."

Sam smirked. "You lie to him, you won't have to worry about going back to Hell..." It was obvious that there was a lot of distaste in Sam's voice.

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