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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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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.

"Not much good they'll do you there," Chuck remarked with the growl. He whispered to Sam, "I don't think Fulcrum knows what their contact looks like. Neither of them is trying to convince us they're needed at the rendezvous."

"Then I guess they are both just two demons that aren't really needed." Sam smirked, then started to speak Latin to exorcise the demons.

He wasn't about to freak Chuck out with his normal method.

Halfway through, one of the demons screamed. "WAIT! Ok, ok. You want to know where the contact is, I'll tell you but please stop."

"You betray him, he'll do worse than this," the other demon growled.

"If he can find me." The demon looked at Sam, then Chuck. "Deal?"

"You told us where he is. Now we need to know how to make contact with him. What is he looking for? Or listening for? Maybe some sort of mark...a certain flower on a lapel or a code phrase..." Chuck began.

He thought for a moment before saying, "Fine. Deal."

Sam let the dealing demon go from the telekenetic grip and motioned for him to go towards Chuck. He then walked closer to the other demon.

Leaning forward, he whispered the exorcism into his ear, and soon the demon was gone and Sam was checking over the human left behind. he sighed in relief. "He's alive. We can leave him in a casino lobby as our new friend shows us where we're going."

"All right," Chuck said as he lifted the man up. He then carefully draped him over his shoulder. "If anyone asks, he had a little too much to drink, right?" he asked.

They were able to drop the human off in the lobby of the Palace, then Sam kept a firm grip on the demon.

He led them away from the strip to a crappy motel. They stood in the shadows as the demon pointed to a room. "The guy in there is the one who found this thing. He doesn't have it on him, but he hid it. You want to find it, you need him."

Chuck glanced into the room for a moment. The Intersect didn't seem to have any information on him just yet as no file loaded when he saw him.

He turned back towards the demon. "What do you know about that man? Anything?"

"Just that he came into town and has been trying to set up this big auction to sell things to highest bidders. Otherwise he's a jerk with a gambling addiction. But that's half the people in Vegas..."

Sam rolled his eyes. "What's his name?"

"Miko. Miko Talert."

Chuck glanced over at Miko, sizing him up. "He doesn't look like he would be much of a fighter." He then paused and added, "But before it came to that, maybe we can convince him to talk somehow..."

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