A/N This story is set after Only the Good Spy Young. It starts out in a Circle base, Mid-July after Cammie ran away.
A/N Edit: I went back and redid this whole chapter... Why? Because I reread it and realized...it sucked... seriously... So, I hope you like it!
(Kyle Matthews POV)
I leaned away from the stone wall to inspect my work. "Almost," I muttered. I stared at my bloody fingers. They had been numb for a while now. I shrugged indifferently and repositioned myself on my stomach. I ran my fingers over the ground in the corner of my cell. They skipped over a rusty nail embedded in the tightly packed dirt floor. I worked on the nail for a few minutes more. The few moments of work were nothing compared to the hours I had spent pulling on it, the months that I had been lying here. Finally, the prized nail burst out of the earth. I held it up in a silent triumphant moment. Then I stopped.
"Great." I muttered. "Now, what are you going to do with it?"
I jerked when I heard the footsteps echoing outside, coming towards my cell door. I mumbled under my breath as I frantically shoved the nail back in the hole, and threw myself over on my back. I closed my eyes and started breathing deeply, hoping that the footsteps outside fell for my sleeping charade.
"They got her." A deep voice whispered. I strained to listen. "She put up a fight, but we finally outnumbered her."
"Her?" A slightly higher voice whispered back. "You mean-?"
"Yeah," The deep voice held a note of awe.
"HER? Have they questioned her yet?"
"Yeah." The first man laughed in disbelief. "She didn't break!"
I felt my eyes widen. Everyone who was placed here had already been… questioned… for some reason or another. And they had all given up whatever information the Circle wanted.
"They're bringing her over here in a few moments.
"What? Here? There aren't any empty cells."
"Yeah, I know. They said to place her in the cell with the Matthews kid. Said that since he's not a spy, there's no danger to it. He's been lying in there asleep for the past 4 months. He's done nothing."
"Well, that-Hey, they're coming."
I heard them walk further down the hall, new footsteps taking their place. I prepared myself, and kept silent and still as the door to my cell slammed open. I heard a shuffle, and a loud THUMP. The door slammed shut again, and a quiet moan came from the corner of my cell. I sat up slowly and opened my eyes.
There was a teenage girl about my age me, her wrists bound behind her in thick metal cuffs. Her dark hair was covering her face. I watched as she opened her eyes and sat up quickly. I blinked in surprise. She had been conscious the whole time? She stared at me calculatingly, her eyes giving nothing away. She looked exhausted, bloody, and defiant. Her eyes seemed to change color, indecisive about which shade they wanted to take on.
"Who are you," her voice was emotionless.
"I could ask you the same thing," I went for a mysterious approach. It apparently didn't work.
Her eyes traveled behind me. They lit up for the first time. Not a lot, but suddenly she seemed a whole lot nicer.
"Hand me that please," She motioned with her head towards the corner behind me. I followed her gaze and saw my nail. Leaning over, I yanked it out of the ground.
"It took me two weeks to dig that out." I held it out towards her. She stared at me, then turned herself around. I placed the nail in her hand and watched as she shoved it into the bands around her wrists. Five seconds later, the metal cuffs were lying on the floor beside me. I stared at her in awe. She ignored me, standing up and stretching. She walked over to the door and leaned down. She used the same nail and soon had the door unlocked. I shook my head in awe. She leaned her head out, then walked out the door, motioning for me to follow. We walked down the halls, as I glanced around nervously.
"What is this place?" She sounded interested enough.
"It's a prison camp, I guess. I never asked for an exact definition, to tell you the truth. But everyone who ends up here has been an enemy of the Circle for some reason or another."
"So why are you here?"
"My parents worked for the Circle for most of my life. I never knew exactly what the Circle was though. I was under the impression that my parents worked for the government. But the answers they gave when I asked them about their work didn't add up after a while, so I decided to play spy," I paused, shaking his head. "I got caught and didn't realize what I had gotten myself into."
She stopped suddenly and walked over the the brick walls of the hallway.
I paused with her. "What are you doing?"
She pressed her fingers against one of the brick slabs. A loud CLUNK sounded out and a section of the bricks slid apart, revealing a doorway. And then she smiled.
"Getting us out of here."
-:-:-:-
(Cammie POV)
I winced as the guards threw me onto the ground. I landed on my left shoulder, aggravating an injury that I had gotten fighting Zach's mother. I sat up and opened my eyes right after the door banged shut. The first thing I saw was a boy, around my age. He was staring at me curiously. I kept my face expressionless. The guards had said something about me sharing a cell with 'the Matthews kid.'
"Who are you," I asked.
"I could ask you the same thing," Matthews said. I stared at him. Then I noticed something behind him. There was a nail right behind him, looking like it had been shoved there in a hurry.
"Hand me that please," I nodded with my head at the nail. He looked over at it and pulled it out.
"It took me two weeks to pull that out," Matthews said wryly. He held the nail out to me. I looked down at his hand, then repositioned myself so my back was facing him. I grabbed the nail out of his hands and set to work unlocking the chafing metal cuffs around my wrists. I heard them pop open with a satisfying click. I stood up, stretched, and began to walk around the small cell. I stopped in front of the door and picked it open. The door slid open. I peeked outside. All clear. Motioning for Matthews to follow, I walked outside and started down the halls.
"What is this place?
"It's a prison camp, I guess. I never asked for an exact definition, to tell you the truth. But everyone who ends up here has been an enemy of the Circle for some reason or another."
"So why are you here?" I studied the brick walls as we walked. Was that...?
"My parents worked for the Circle for most of my life. I never knew exactly what the Circle was though. I was under the impression that my parents worked for the government. But the answers they gave when I asked them about their work didn't add up after a while, so I decided to play spy," he paused, shaking his head. "I got caught and didn't realize what I had gotten myself into."
I stopped suddenly and walked over the the brick walls of the hallway.
He paused with me. "What are you doing?"
I pressed my fingers against one of the brick slabs. A loud CLUNK sounded out and a section of the bricks slid apart, revealing a doorway. And then I smiled.
"Getting us out of here."
-:-:-:-
"What…How…How did you do that!?" He gasped as we ran through the darkness. I stopped briefly, and pointed to myself.
"Spy," I said, loving that I could finally say that, and hating that it wasn't Zach I was saying it to. I wished I had taken him with me. Stop it Cammie, I scolded myself. Doing it alone ensured no one else got hurt.
We slowed down as the passageway came to a dead end. I found another brick and pushed it in. A small section of the wall to my left opened up. It was very thin; we had to walk sideways to fit through it. I slid through and found myself in a small round office. There was a desk, and a large portrait hanging on the wall behind it. I turned back around as Kyle squeezed through and studied the small section that had opened. As soon as Kyle walked through, it slid shut and I stared admiringly at how hard it was to see. If you didn't know it was there, you'd never find it. Well I probably would, but anyway… The whole wooden wall was engraved with beautiful swirly designs and carvings that hid the passageway panel. I shook my head and made myself concentrate. I walked over to the portrait on the other wall and saw an engraving. Ioseph Cavan. Matthews walked over and stood beside me, watching as I rummaged through the desk drawers.
"If we get caught in here," He started to say. I stood up and looked him in the eye.
"These people have kept me, tortured me, and almost starved me for two months. I'm not leaving this base without taking…something useful," I said. I found one desk drawer that was locked, grabbed a paper clip off the desk, and started picking the lock. It slid open, revealing two files labeled "Gallagher", and a picture. I grabbed them both and stood up, just as the doorknob on the other side of the room rattled. Putting my finger to my lips, I grabbed Matthews, and quietly ran toward the passageway. I slid it open and pushed Kyle inside. The panel had just slid shut with a click, when I heard her enter the office, muttering under her breath. The woman from Boston. The woman from the tombs. Zach's mother. I heard a shuffling noise coming closer to the panel and began to walk slowly away from the wall. To my horror, I saw the panel begin to slide open.
"I know you're there… Cammie."
"What…How…How did you do that!?" He gasped as we ran through the darkness. I stopped briefly, and pointed to myself.
"Spy," I said, loving that I could finally say that, and hating that it wasn't Zach I was saying it to. I wished I had taken him with me. Stop it Cammie, I scolded myself. Doing it alone ensured no one else got hurt.
We slowed down as the passageway came to a dead end. I found another brick and pushed it in. A small section of the wall to my left opened up. It was very thin; we had to walk sideways to fit through it. I slid through and found myself in a small round office. There was a desk, and a large portrait hanging on the wall behind it. I turned back around as Kyle squeezed through and studied the small section that had opened. As soon as Kyle walked through, it slid shut and I stared admiringly at how hard it was to see. If you didn't know it was there, you'd never find it. Well I probably would, but anyway… The whole wooden wall was engraved with beautiful swirly designs and carvings that hid the passageway panel. I shook my head and made myself concentrate. I walked over to the portrait on the other wall and saw an engraving. Ioseph Cavan. Matthews walked over and stood beside me, watching as I rummaged through the desk drawers.
"If we get caught in here," He started to say. I stood up and looked him in the eye.
"These people have kept me, tortured me, and almost starved me for two months. I'm not leaving this base without taking…something useful," I said. I found one desk drawer that was locked, grabbed a paper clip off the desk, and started picking the lock. It slid open, revealing two files labeled "Gallagher", and a picture. I grabbed them both and stood up, just as the doorknob on the other side of the room rattled. Putting my finger to my lips, I grabbed Matthews, and quietly ran toward the passageway. I slid it open and pushed Kyle inside. The panel had just slid shut with a click, when I heard her enter the office, muttering under her breath. The woman from Boston. The woman from the tombs. Zach's mother. I heard a shuffling noise coming closer to the panel and began to walk slowly away from the wall. To my horror, I saw the panel begin to slide open.
"I know you're there… Cammie."
A/N: Thanks for reading! This is my first FF, so please rate and review! I'd really appreciate constructive criticism, since it's hard to critique your own work! Thank you!