![]() He rolled his eyes as he heard the whining voice before he turned around, baring his teeth in what no sane man would consider a smile. The sacrifices he had made had been worth it.īut he hadn’t sacrificed everything so he could work in a goddamn mall as a goddamn clerk, dealing with goddamn braindead customers who tended to come in on a Monday morning while everyone else on the staff was hiding in the restroom or the breakroom, bitching about work! He had made a difference - something few men could claim. He had made the world and his country a safer place. For almost twenty years, he had fought and killed for the NSA. His country had needed him, and John, still Alex at the time, had answered the call. Alexander Coburn had died in the jungle of Honduras, leaving his fiancée and family, and John Casey had started working for the NSA. At most, one was merely resting and recuperating while waiting for the next mission.Īt least that was how it should be. No, for a spy, a mission could start anytime, anywhere, and one was never off duty. It was a recent development - in his line of work, one didn’t have a nine to five, five days a week job. A number of canon events didn’t happen or happened differently in the series.Ĭalifornia, Burbank, Buy More, March 17th, 2008 I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of the characters in the series.Īuthor’s Notes: This story is set in an Alternate Universe. ![]() Sequel to “The Burbank Station”.ĭisclaimer: I do not own Chuck or any of the characters in the series. Oh, and a superpowered girl was after him. But now it seemed that he would have to quit the NSA to join a British secret organisation headed by Californians. He had given his private life, his family, even his identity.
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