The Pink Operative
A/N::: I didn't want to put this up until I finished Victim, but it was too good to resist xD
Disclaimer::: I don't own the Gallagher series!!!!
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Unknown P.o.v
"Honey, are you positively sure you want to go back? You're been living there your whole life."
"Yes, Father. I'm absolutely positively sure."
"You visit your old man only every two years. You can stay here and expand your knowledge of what we do. What I do. You always wondered as a little girl what I did. Now you can find out."
"That was when I didn't know any better. I now know what you do. Besides, you won't tell me everything."
"But you can stay, and I'll show you what I— we do. But if you really do want to leave your old man, I can pull some strings at the school so you'd be able to get it. You wouldn't have to pretend. You're a fast learner so you'd catch up."
I turned to face him. "You forget, dad. I love to pretend. To pretend I'm a normal girl. That my father lives with me, working as a construction worker. That my mom… that my mom's alive and a soft-hearted woman. That I don't have to pretend to protect myself. I can forget that my dad's a trained spy who now teaches at a boys' spy school. I can forget that mother went on a mission and didn't come back."
"Honey…"
"Besides," I say, brushing off his sympathy, "I already know the basics. I do know how to disable someone, or poison them or create an antidote. Jeez. Why are you making such a big deal about it?" I hauled my canvas bag over my shoulder while dragging my suitcase behind me. "I've got only a couple years left and I might choose to go into the family business. I might not." I bite back a grin at his falling features. "Besides, I've already met some of the girls. They hide it real well, but I catch the little glitches here and there. They are snobbish, but then, that is their cover. I've met the infamous Chameleon," I blurt before I can stop myself.
"You what!?" he hissed.
"Calm your spy butt down," I mutter so only he can hear, waving my hand in dismissal. "They didn't suspect a thing. They just see me as my cover; a happy go lucky spring-fling volunteer charity-giving child who likes her best friend. Nothing else. I even stuck a small bug to her to make sure my cover wasn't blown. They totally bought it. I mean, it's no big deal I fooled a clueless school of 300 kids and neighborhood. But to think I fooled a Morgan, let alone the British controversy? Oh man, I definitely hit the jackpot."
"You're in way over your head," he hisses in my ear. "What in the name of all that's holy have you been up to? They? Are you crazy? You could be found out or killed. Your cover could be blown, or you could be seen as an enemy, daughter." He emphasizes the title when he sees my thoughts trailed off, refusing to use my name in public, saying that enemies could be watching. Meet the most paranoid person (Besides . He's really paranoid) alive; my father! Hence the reason I'm wearing a cap, wig and contacts. Don't you just love covering up?
"Calm down. In they, I meant Rebecca Baxter, the British controversy that I spoke of earlier and Elizabeth Sutton, the said to be smartest prodigy yet. I've done my research, dad, as I know they've done as well. I know their strengths, weaknesses, advantages, disadvantages. Chameleon's weak spot is Josh because he was her first boyfriend. I know that Rebecca Baxter's weakness is—"
"That's enough from you, young lady." He bent down to my ear to whisper, "We're approaching airport security. Cover up." I nodded at the double meaning and pocketed my I.D in my jeans pocket. "Are you sure you want to do this again this year? I'm sure the boys wouldn't mind. I mean, you could get a great year of preparations here. You're not learning—" I stopped and forced my dad to look up at me.
"Dad? What is this all really about? This is the first year you've been trying to get me to stay. You've been acting so weird lately. What's up."
He glanced around nervously, his normally bright green eyes now a dull brown. "Well… I can't tell you exactly what, but the girls are going to get a surprise visit from some unexpected guests…" I felt my eyebrows furrow at this. But I slowly started piecing together things I remembered; conversations about girls, my father lecturing them on "women needs" and Mrs. Cavanaugh giving them etiquette lessons. Oh, no…
I slowly took off my sunglasses, revealing brown enlarged eyes. "You mean… you couldn't have… the boys!?"
"Now why is that so hard to believe?" he muttered. He cleared his throat and started walking, whispering "I didn't say it. You never heard it." He took long swift strides, so I stumbled to catch up.
"Who? How many? They won't blow my cover, will they?" Panic and ecstasy set in. It'll be funny to watch them struggle to try to understand girls. But they might blow my cover.
"I can't say anymore." He raised his hand to stop me. "Headmasters' oath." I nodded. I've heard it almost every time I wanted the scoop on the school.
"Just tell me one thing." I beg him with my eyes, and he finally nods. "He isn't going to be there, right? He can't be there. He's too untrustworthy, dad. He wasn't originally one of us. You said it yourself; someone who isn't born or made into one of us by birth isn't reliable and risky. He shouldn't be there, let alone be a Blackthorne boy." His eyes said it all. "He's going to blow my cover," I whisper. His eyes harden and he sets his jaw.
"No. He's not." Dad always gets like this when I underestimate his "boys." It's just… most of them are cocky and they'll be killed because of it. I tell dad to help them get over themselves, but he wouldn't listen. That is until when he found out one of his best spies got killed in Europe because he got careless and didn't see the enemies back-up. I guess this is his way of handling it.
"Are you sure…?"
"I'm positive." His certainty makes a portion of the doubt go away, but only a bit. We reached airport security, where he couldn't pass since he wasn't going. "Be good," he whispers in my ear, giving me a hug and kissing me on the cheek while handing me a thick envelop in a brush pass way, putting it in the back of my pocket and pulling my sweater over it.
"I'll call you every day, okay dad?" I whisper, holding back the tears that threaten to fall.
"Yes, hon. Call me when you land." He held my face between his two calloused palms, the result of having to be a CIA agent. He looked at me like he wanted to memorize my face, his eyes glistening with tears. "You look just like you mother," he whispers, planting a kiss on my forehead.
"Bye dad," I whisper, turning my back to him, heading to the "normal life" where my mom's at home, cooking, and dad's working out late in the town next to us, and my dog Rascal is panting, waiting for my return.
Yeah. My normal happy joyful family where everything is right in the world and no one wonders what lies behind the ivory-covered walls and manicured lawns. Why they don't wonder what really lies in that building is a mystery.
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A/N::: Okay, so tell me how it was. You can guess, but I'm not gonna hint it. Though the title might have given it away, you never know. xP
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