I don't own Gallagher Girls, or the characters, no matter how many times I wish on shooting stars that turn out to be helicopters.
My name is Cammie Morgan. I go to the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. It's supposed to be a finishing school for female geniuses. Wrong- well, sort of. That's just our cover. Really, my school is training us for the life of a spy. The idea, when Gillian Gallagher first opened her mansion in Roseville, Virginia, as a school, was to show the world of secret intelligence that women are perfectly capable of travelling the world, protecting their country, and kicking evil terrorist organisation butt.
What we didn't know (well, what most of the school's student population didn't know, save four girls) is that we're not the only spy school in America. So, sit back and relax; this is the story of Gallagher Academy, and Blackthorne Institute.
Chapter 1
Cammie's POV
"Ladies!" Joe Solomon called for our attention. We were in Cove Ops class, awaiting our lesson. Bex was hoping that we would be infiltrating a top secret facility so she could kick butt. Macey was hoping we'd have to go undercover and get to wear cute outfits. I, however, knew exactly what Joe was going to say, so didn't waste my time hoping.
Joe grinned wickedly at us. "It's field trip day. Your task will be to tail and compromise fifteen operatives. But," he smirked at us. "These operatives are… different."
Bex, Macey and I shared a knowing look. Of course, we had an idea of what was going on, thanks to some snooping in my mother's office the other day. (look, I left my homework there the night before, and Bex is a teenage spy in training- what'd you expect?)
Joe picked up fifteen padded envelopes and chucked them down on the desks. "These are your Subjects, this is what they look like. They know they're being tailed, but they won't know it's you. They'll be aiming to get to a certain destination by a certain time. Your task is to delay them, tail them, and make sure they never suspect. If they realise and describe you, you've been compromised. Is this understood, ladies?" we nodded our agreement. "Now, go get changed, and meet me by the helicopter in twenty minutes."
Zach's POV
"Gentlemen!" Stanton clapped his hands for our attention as we settled into the classroom. "I have news. We're taking an assignment out of school bounds." I turned away from Grant and Jonas. This would be interesting.
Stanton led us to an unmarked van and chucked blindfolds at us. We didn't question him; we knew what to do. We sat in silence for two and a half hours, occasionally muttering something to the student next to us. Eventually, the van came to a stop. We ripped off our blindfolds.
'Boys, welcome to Washington," Stanton announced. "Here's your task: get to the Smithsonian, meet me at the Ruby slippers exhibit by 5." We made to get up, but he held up his hand. "Wait- there's more. There are 15 other operatives out there. They've been given the task of tailing you without your knowing. You must get to the exhibit in time and alone. If you spot your tail, and you lose them by the time you get there, you describe them to me, and they're compromised. Got it?" we nodded. "Good luck, boys."
Please review, it would mean a lot to me, seeing as this is my first fanfic. Please, no dissing (except for constructive critisism) it was an off day for me