To Be Announced
Prologue
"I'm in position," I said over my ear piece. I began pulling the strap of my tote bag higher onto my shoulder and began seriously window shopping. I stepped inside Abercrombie and Fitch and looked at the camis in the rack closest to me. I glanced out the window occasionally – randomly to the passerby. "I have audio," chimed in a soft voice. I turned my head and pretended to look at the mannequins in the store window as I saw Liz trip lightly down the aisle headed towards the counter in the Starbucks.
As she tripped, she put her hand on the closest table to steady herself. Her hand gripped the table edge, and I knew that the finger gripping underneath the table were busy at work planting a bug. "Sorry," she said lightly. Noelle had just planted a bug on the subject's table. I never knew my partners were so talented at what they did.
I blended easily as I spotted Bex. Bex was in the pay phone right across the street from A & F next to the Starbucks. She was making a call… or rather, pretending to make a call. I walked across the street just as the light turned green and muttered into my ear piece. "Let's join up at the table two to the right," Bex nodded as she hung up the phone and met up with Liz.
"Hey girl!" Liz said cheerily as they hugged each other in the middle of the line-up and talked about their favourite designers. "So, Abi, how do you like your new job?" asked Bex, "Your job at Vogue? Your dream job?" "It's going fabulously, Chantelle. By the way, your bag is so cute!" I whipped out my newspaper from my tote bag and sat down at the table two to the right of the subject. Then I got my first good look at the subject.
He wasn't really the enemy. He was just a guy we were supposed to sedate and bring back to the agency… alive. Supposedly, the guy two over to the left was one of the agency's best. The subject (his name was Zach. Zach Goode) had dark brown hair and green eyes. Apparently he had under his belt the highest number of successful missions since the Chief himself. I had three less than he did. If I succeeded this mission, it would bring it up to two.
Zach met my eyes and didn't even register a thing. That was good, because I had spent hours getting my disguise ready. I was known for having an aversion of being decked out in designer clothes. So for this mission I chose a pair of skinny jeans, a thick warm cashmere sweater, a teal T-Shirt with A&F NYC on it and a pair of black ballerina flats all from Ambercrombie & Fitch. Macey's idea. I had my iPod classic plugged to my ears (usually I had a nano) and I was reading a newspaper. I had my Gucci sunglasses on. I did not look like Cammie Morgan at all.
Yet somehow he knew. He knew it was me. So when we prepared to ambush him in the park, even with three of us we could barely slap a Napatine patch on him. I finally managed to though, and he dropped off sullenly. We hauled him back to the Agency, cleaned ourselves up, and went to speak to the chief.
"Good job, Cammie, Bex and Liz," said the chief, "You're the number one team for the Top Spy contest," Every year (or every other year), the agency has a Top Spy contest. The agent who has the number of most successful missions gets awarded the prize. This year the prize was being kept secret, but rumours had it that Mr. Solomon (the chief… who else?) had something very special planned. The finalists got very select missions. So far, there were only five. The missions were very interesting… and mine was to capture Zach with Bex and Liz's help.
This is my first fan fiction story. I hope you enjoy it! Don't worry - the kids will be introduced soon. This is just the 'prologue' story of how Cammie and Zach met. Thank you for reading!
