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Chuck: They're making the exchange where?
General Donald Beckman: The handoff is being made as part of the prize package for a contest of skill. Which is, of course, fixed. We apprehended the buyer's agent en route. You'll be posing --
Casey: *mumbling* ...and flexing...
Chuck shoots Casey a "later for you" look.
GDB: ...as the agent, and after the contest is concluded, you'll be receiving the smart bullet system in his stead.
Casey: *mumbling* Better hope they prize your package, Bartowski.
Sarah has been turning redder and redder as the mission's been described in detail, and has almost finished sliding slowly beneath the table.
GDB: *finally noticing Sarah* Agent Walker, is there some problem with your chair?
Chuck and Casey look over and see Sarah's practically at nose level with the table. Casey snorts.
Sarah: *sitting up straight* No, no, sir.
GDB: Very good. You and Agent Bartowski will be on the first flight to Flagstaff.
Chuck: *it's not like this is the worst thing he's ever been asked to do* Understood.
GDB: I'm bringing the agent's profile up now. Beckman out.
The details on the agent Chuck's meant to pose as come up on the neighboring monitors as Beckman signs off.
Sarah makes her usual speed read of the profile and yelps, jumping in her chair.
Casey and Chuck's heads swing around sharply to see what's the matter.
Chuck: You okay, Sarah? Did you flash?
Sarah's hands are over her mouth as she shakes her head a most emphatic "no."
Casey's eyes hit what Sarah was reacting to, and he lets out a bewildered, sympathetic grunt.
Save the hair on his head, the buyer's agent evidently waxes from head to toe.
Chuck: What.