Sydney: okay this is an idea that I've had for a while, but haven't written it down till now.
Mari: and she keeps making me rewrite it over and over and over (and over)
Sydney: so this is our version of Gallagher girls, Cross My Heart and Hope To Spy.
Mari: hope you like.
Disclaimer: consider it, diclaimed.
Zach's pov
"Wolf, watch the lady to your left." I glanced over and cursed under my breath
(In Dutch if you were wondering)
"Language, Goode." my CovOps teacher Miss. Abby scolded, but we all knew she was joking.
"Tail #34 today. Female. Blue sweater. Jogging pants. Pushing a green stroller."
Grant, my idiot of a best friend, gave a low whistle.
"34? Wow. CIA is tight today." Nick, my other best friend, snorted.
"That was kind of a duh, womanizer." Jonas, my own best nerdy bud, snickered
at his stupidity.
"Sometimes we worry about you Womanizer, Chase, my other best bud, said.
"You're no better Morgan." Abby chirped over the coms.
I chuckled.
"Is that any way to treat your nephew?" Chase asked
"No," she admitted. "I'm being too nice."
Chase, (or the Shadow) was Abby's other nephew. He one of the best pavement artist I have ever seen.
Grant (or the womanizer; that's gonna bite him in the butt someday) is the moron of the group. He specializes in hand to hand combat and brute strength.
Jonas (or the Hacker) is the nerd. What? Nerds are awesome! He could make Albert Einstein feel like a first grader.
Nick (or the Eagle; cheesy rite?) is the cool guy, Also known as the girl expert. He specializes in disguises and field work.
Then there's me. I'm Zach (or the Wolf) I'm the best here (not that I'm bragging.)
Considering you even have this book means you're a spy, so I'm not going to explain the whole 'Blackthorne institute for troubled young men is really a spy school'
Right now, Abby is making us tail this group of school girls without being tailed. We didn't understand why we where tailing a bunch of townies, but I bet Abby has something up her sleeve.
We followed them into a grey building and Abby spoke through the Coms.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to The Gym."
We stood there gaping at the gigantic training arena. There must have been at least 14 swinging punching bags, 4 huge mats for sparring, a stereo system, and the world's largest indoor obstacle course, all fit into a gym the size of 6 regular school gyms. No joke.
Suddenly, a poison dart was whizzing through the air and all the boys ducked. It embedded itself in the wood near Joe Solomon's head. Wait, Joe?
"What part of no weapons do you not understand, Miss. Morgan?" half the
Blackthorne boys froze at the word 'Morgan' and turned to our CovOps teacher and Chase MORGAN. They stood calmly, not like half of the sophomore class was staring intently.
The girl ignored him and walked up to Abby and the twins. The only noise was her boots on the marble entrance floor. She stood in front of them, arms crossed. Then her face broke
Out into a breathtaking smile and she hugged them fiercely. Chase grinned and I had to face facts.
He had a twin sister. And Abby had a niece. CHASE HAS A SISTER.
"So this is the sister you never mentioned." I said raising an eyebrow. He looked sheepish.
"Alright, that's enough. Time to get down to business." Joe's voice echoed throughout the arena. "We will be taking the different genders into a different room, where you will practice, while we sort out the best to the worst, then you will fight the person of the other gender with the same skill level as you." we all looked at Joe blankly. Abby rolled her eyes.
"In other words, this is the ultimate battle of the sexes. Boys VS girls, spy style."
Ohhhhhh. Why not just say that?
Cammie's POV
Abby lead us to a side room and turned to look at us.
"I may work at the boys' school, but I am rooting for you girls. I can teach you many things that can outsmart the simple mind of a high school boy." she paused and smiled mischievously.
"And their hormones." half the girls froze in shock and the other half looked game. Tina gasped. I rolled my eyes.
"It's honeypotting, Tina, not something you aren't familiar with."
Zach's POV
As soon as the girls left, Grant Jonas, and I turned to Chase.
He shrugged.
"Why didn't you tell us about her!" he grinned.
"You never asked." we groaned and I was dying to ask for her name.
He glanced at me and rolled his eyes.
"Don't even try, Goode. She's got more fire than you've ever seen." I raised an eyebrow.
"And what about Abby?" he laughed.
"Where do you think my sister learned it from?" Solomon came up to us.
"I may work at the girls' school, but I am here to train you. These ladies will have you wrapped around there finger faster than you can say 'Whipped.'"
Grant coughed and it sounded suspiciously like 'Abby.'
Solomon raised an eyebrow at grant but continued.
"When you're battling them always be on guard, physically and mentally. You have no idea what they're capable of."
I smirked. Time to find out...
Cammie's POV
"First up is, Anna Fetterman and Kayden Moore."
"KICK HIS BUTT ANNA!" Macey yelled. Macey caught up with the sophomores because she studied all the time and Solomon finally let her in CovOps.
Anna blushed and walked up.
The girl who got a bloody nose opening a Pringles bag knocked the lights out of him within 30 seconds. Shocking, right?
"YEAH ANNA!" We all yelled and hugged her.
"Next are Jonas Anderson and Elizabeth." I hugged her for support and whispered, "Good luck," In her ear.
"Use move #21. Just don't snap his arm." When we were in 8th grade, the class came up with a system of fighting stances and moves, just in case something like this would happen. Move #21 is the infamous Baxter chokehold (Patent Pending) invented by our own British BFF Rebecca Baxter (But, if you value your life, call her Bex)
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