Heritage blurb

Yep it's true I havent forgotten this little story. Its still around, actually its going fairly well. This little excerpt is a promise. A promise I will complete Heritage. This section was written by Supesfan18. Without further ado...

Sarah Bartowski sat in the Blackhawk helicopter on her way to New Mexico.  With her husband’s head in her lap and fingers absentmindedly playing with the curls on his head, she thought back to their last few weeks.

Her best friend…no her sister…found out about their double life.  Then all of them found out they were related to Diane Beckman.  At the same time, the ancestral home Chuck had seen for the first time was destroyed, and Sarah feared everyone but Chuck were killed. Finally, she was kidnapped by a rogue agent out for revenge. But her magnificent husband came and rescued her.  Sadly, it was a short-lived victory.  Two days later, her worst fears were realized, and she was forced to tranq him.

Now it was her time to rescue him emotionally, just like he did for her all these years.

Sarah ran her left hand through his hair while simultaneously using her right to wipe the fresh tears falling down her face.  She had already called the New York Times and placed an ad; a coded message to someone she never told Chuck about.  The only person who could help save her husband was the very same man who had saved her.  She never thought it would ever come to this.  She had never been so scared in her life.

She was broken out of her thoughts by Chuck’s ringing cell phone.  She pulled the phone out of his pocket and saw it was Casey.

“Casey, he’s…he’s…”

“Just tell me what happened to him, Sarah.”

“Casey, he’s damaged.  Not physically, but mentally.  We have a Blackhawk, and we’re on our way to New Mexico.”

Casey coughed for a minute.

“Casey…. he may never forgive me, but this is the only way I know to save the man I love.”

“What do you mean?”

Sarah sighed.  “Casey, this is just between us. Have you ever heard of The Padre?”

“The Padre? Get off it, Walker.  That’s the story they tell recruits when the instructors don’t want to tell them how bad it can get. He’s an urban legend.”

“No, he’s not.  He exists.”

“So you’re saying there really is a priest who occasionally helps out the CIA with agents who have left the reservation?”

“That’s exactly what I am saying, Casey.”

Casey grunted in disbelief.  “Just ‘cause I’m on pain killers from the shrapnel in my shoulder, it doesn’t mean I’m an idiot.”

“Casey, you said it yourself.  I used to be Langston Graham’s wildcard enforcer.  On a mission back in 2007, something went very wrong.  I completed my mission, but Bryce bailed on me after I got hurt.  I was falling apart. I was taken to this man.  A man who was a deacon.  A man they called The Padre.  He helped me to survive.”

Sarah paused to wipe away some tears.  She pulled Chuck closer to her.  “You were right when you said I had been compromised when I met Chuck.  But The Padre taught me to see the emotions I was feeling not as a curse, but as a gift to be embraced.  He told me I’d meet a man one day who would need me. Not the spy, not Agent Walker.  Me.”

Casey thought for a moment. He recalled hearing a story about how a turncoat ambassador was assassinated just before he could pass schematics for a chemical weapon to Al Qaeda.  After getting the intel, they took him out.  However, his two young sons were killed at the same time.

“That mission in Poland?  2007?  That was you?”......


I have most of the first chapter handwritten mostly.  It promises to be a LONG chapter.