(Author's Note: This story is based off of Kiwiosity's story, The Ultimate Spy Guide.)
Inside the Gallagher Academy
(notebook edition)
Written by: Chameleon, Duchess, Bookworm, and Peacock
(aka: Cammie Morgan, Bex Baxter, Liz Sutton, and Macey McHenry)
Mission 1: The Antidote
Summary: After a science experiment went wrong, Dr. Fibs needed an antidote. And fast.
Cammie, Bex, and Macey sprinted across a dark, grassy clearing towards a huge, gray, concrete building. The antidote was inside. All they had to do was get in, get the antidote, and get out. Easy enough.
"I can shut down the security cameras for three minutes max," Liz told them through their comms units. Liz was on her laptop in the van about two blocks away, waiting for her friends to return. "In that time, you three will have to climb the wall and enter the door on the rooftop."
"No problem," Bex replied. Cammie, Bex, and Macey approach the wall of the huge building. They each remove two small, pink disks from their pockets and stick them to their palms.
Soon, they were all hanging 50 feet above the ground, climbing up the wall. Cammie jumps onto the roof, and Bex and Macey land by her sides. They stack the pink disks on top of Macey's head, and she covers them with her beret.
"Check your back pockets, everyone," Liz tells them. They reach in their pockets and take out I.D. badges. "These are false I.D.'s for in the building. If a security guard walks over to you, just flash these at him while you're walking by."
Cammie nods, even though Liz couldn't see her. Actually, Liz probably could. She probably had planted video cameras on them somehow.
They walk toward the little door standing in the middle of the rooftop. Macey opens the door, which was unlocked, as Liz promised it would be. They walk down a small flight of stairs and into a brightly lit hallway.
"Just walk down this hallway, through Door 2579, down that hallway, and into Room 8913," Liz recites. None of the girls say anything back, in case it would be too obvious they were wearing comms units.
They made it to Room 8913 without seeing one security guard. In the room, there were rows and rows of glass shelves full of green vials of liquid. "Find the one labels P62H5," Liz says.
"Let's split up," Bex says. So Cammie, Bex, and Macey split up, jogging down the rows of shelves and looking for the antidote.
In about ten minutes, Cammie calls out, "Got it!"
The girls walk towards the exit, but then they hear footsteps from the hallway. Cammie looks at her friends in a panic, the green vial pressed in her palm. Suddenly, the doorknob starts to jiggle, and Cammie knew there was no time left.
So, she stuck the vial down into her cleavage.
In a second's notice, the door swings open, revealing two security guards. "Hey, you girls aren't supposed to be in here!" the bald man says.
"Sorry," Macey says innocently, "We were just looking for the bathroom."
"Well, come with us," the other man says. The two cops lead the girls back into the brightly-lit hallway that they started out in. "There it is," he tells them, pointing to a door.
"But first, could we check your pockets?" the bald man asks. The girls turn their pockets inside-out and show them their fake I.D.'s. The guards nod approvingly. "Just making sure you girls didn't steal anything."
"Oh, we wouldn't do that," Bex assures them. "Well, thanks for showing us the bathrooms." Cammie, Bex, and Macey stand there in the hallway, smiling at the guards, until the guards take a hint and start walking away. Then the girls turn around and head into the bathroom.
Macey turns to the mirror and immediately starts fixing her eyeliner. "Nice job, Chameleon. Who knew you had it in you to stick the vial Dr. Fibs will have to be drinking out of in your cleavage?" she tells Cammie.
"Yeah, well, I guess the push-up bra you forced me into had it's advantages," Cammie replies. Bex chuckles.
In a few minutes, the girls peek out of the bathroom and jog down the hallway and back onto the roof. Macey disperses the pink disks, which they use to scale down the walls again. Once they hit the ground, the girls start sprinting for the van.
Liz opens the heavy doors in the back right as Cammie, Bex, and Macey run into the street. They hop in, slam the doors shut, and the van zooms off. The girls all share multiple high-fives, and Liz laughs.
"Great job, Cammie. If only Zach was here," she says.
"Cammie did that?" Zach asks, a huge smirk on his face. Macey and Bex had just finished telling the boys the story, much to Cammie's embarrassment. The boys and girls were all sitting around an oak table in the library. They weren't having any classes tomorrow, so the whole grade had decided to pull an all-nighter. Everybody was in their pajamas. The girls were wearing spaghetti strap camis and rolled-up Soffe shorts. The boys were just wearing their boxers and tight, white tank tops that showed off their muscles.
"Yes," Cammie mumbles, her face growing redder by the second.
Grant laughs. "Got anything else in there, Cammie?" he asks jokingly. Bex reaches out and smacks his arm.
"No, she does not. And don't ask that," Bex snaps.
"Why?" Grant retorts, "Do you hide anything in your cleavage?"
Bex shrugs nonchalantly and leans back in her chair. "Every girl spy has done that at least once," she answers him.
"Seriously?" Jonas exclaims, looking at Liz. Her face turns red as she nods.
"Well, guys do certain things that girl spies don't, too," Zach says.
"Like what?" Cammie demands. Her face was slowly returning back to it's normal color.
"Like lots of stuff that makes us better than you are," Grant teases, a smirk crawling across his lips. All the girls' jaws drop open. Bex jumps out of her chair, and stomps over to Grant.
"Are you saying that boys are better than girls?!" Bex demands. Jonas and Zach look at each other, the same thought passing through their minds: Bex is going to murder him.
"No," Grant says calmly, reclining in his chair. "Not in general. All I'm saying is that boys are better spies than girls."
"WHAT?!" all the girls shout in unison. Cammie, Liz, and Macey jump out of their chairs, just like Bex had.
Grant shrugs. "It's true."
"Well… he may be right," Jonas says nervously.
"What?!" Liz hisses, whipping her head towards her crush. How could he?
"Guys are stronger and braver and… it's been proven before," Jonas explains, blushing. Grant high-fives Jonas.
"Well if it has been proven," Liz snaps, "I haven't found the proof yet."
"Alright, then, girls, we'll make a deal," Zach says.
"Hold up!" Cammie exclaims, "You agree with them?" She motions towards Grant and Jonas.
"Well… yeah," Zach replies. "I am a guy, after all. I have to stick up for my gender."
"Fine," Cammie says sourly.
"Anyway, like I was going to say," Zach continues, "We'll each get a pen and piece of paper to write a list of why our gender is better than the other's. We'll take turns explaining why our gender is best until nobody can think of any more reasons. Then, we'll have our winner."
The girls sit down and try to calm themselves. "Alright. Sounds good," Macey says.
Zach watches Cammie as she smugly reaches into her cleavage and pulls out a piece of blank, folded-up paper. Liz pulls a pen out of her bun, which sent her hair cascading down her back.
"Do you have a piece of paper for us?" Zach asks Cammie.
"Nope," she says brightly, beginning on her list. The girls laugh as the boys scowl.
"Quick, get some paper and a pen," Jonas murmurs to Grant as the girls start on their list. Grant runs off.