Our Mission to France
~Chapter One~
"Yes, yes, I promise that I will call you, Macey. As soon as I land." I dragged my luggage behind me in one hand, my cell phone and a cautiously balanced cup of coffee in the other.
"Alright, see you soon, Cam." Macy clicked off the phone and I shoved my own phone into the pocket of my dark jeans.
I pushed my sunglasses onto the top of my head as soon as I entered the airport. I was on my way to Chicago. The Director, Mr. Alloy, had called me this morning, insisting that I was to get on the next flight to Chicago to come and meet him, Macey McHenry, an operative named Zachary Goode. He told me that we were going to be assigned to a level 10 mission, security clearance 9.
I walked through the boarding section and took my seat next to a young girl with curling red hair; all piled up onto the top pf her head, and a frown etched on her face as she repeatedly tapped on her phone.
She turned to look at me as I sat down, "Excuse me," she asked, her voice tinged with a slight Russian accent, "Is there any way I could borrow your phone? It's an emergency."
I handed over my phone and waited as she dialed a number, and called. As soon as the person on the other end answered she began to talk quickly in fluent Russian. I gathered that she was talking to her mom and that she was telling her when she would be arriving.
"Thank you so much." The girl handed me back my phone and I turned it off, settling in my seat as the plane took off.
"Cammie!" I turned to see Macey looking like she just walked off the runway, her long black hair shining.
I ran up to her and gave her a hug. "Oh my god! I've missed you so much!"
"I'm so glad you're here! I have big things to tell you!"
We walked out of the airport, and climbed into her sleek black car.
"So," I asked, "What's new?"
"I have a boyfriend!" She blurted, smiling. The rest of the ride to HQ she proceeded to tell me how she had met him, when she first moved into her apartment, and he had shown her around at the CIA.
"That's great!" I said as we parked her car and walked up to Mr. Alloy's office. A monitor security voice asked us for our identification at the door to his office and we both spoke clearly into the mic.
"Cameron Morgan, Agent 89462737, security clearance- 13, codename- Chameleon."
"Macey McHenry, Agent 89463498, security clearance- 12, codename-Peacock."
The doors swung open to reveal a boy with dark hair sitting in one of the four desks, facing away from us and talking to Mr. Alloy.
Mr. Alloy turned to look at us, "Hello Agent Morgan, Agent McHenry. Please take a seat." We sat down next to each other, taking up two more chairs, and turned to look at Mr. Alloy, and who, I assumed, was Agent Goode.
Agent Zachary Goode noticed me starring.
He winked.
My face fell into an irritated from at the sight of the idiot next to me with a smirk on his face. He had the nerve to wink.
I looked back at Mr. Alloy, expectantly. "When will we be leaving for the mission?" I asked.
"All the details will be included in your briefs." He handed us each a thick folder, "You will also need to choose three more operatives to join you on this mission, and two hackers to do the computer business involved. Mr. Alloy motioned for us to leave, "I expect you will be able to decide who will join you."
As the three of us left the room, Zachary Goode turned to us, "Our flight leaves tomorrow at 4:15, so, meet me at my apartment at three?"
I looked to Macey. She shrugged and looked down at her flawlessly painted nails. "Sure."
"Alright then, we'll be there at three." I confirmed.
Macey and I drove back to her condo; a sleek modern place that clearly showed the extent of her wealth.
"Macey, I'm going to take a shower," I said, "Airports make me feel gross."
I grabbed a pair of dark grey leggings and a Gallagher sweatshirt before heading into Macey's bathroom. I turned the water on hot and scrubbed away the feeling of the airport away before stepping out and changing into my clothes.
It was dark outside-I could see through the windows- when I walked out of the bathroom, my long hair dripping from my ponytail. Macey was sprawled out on her couch and was flipping through a Vogue magazine.
"Hey Cam, come look at this." She shoved her magazine aside and pulled her black brief folder towards her. "So I was looking through the information they gave us, and the basic rundown of the mission is that there is a terrorist group in France, they're pretty small as of right now, but the CIA, and MI6 both agree that these guys could get out of hand fast, so they are sending us to take them down before this gets too serious." I nodded as Macey continued talking. "So, I already called Bex and Liz and asked if they wanted to join us- since we needed a hacker and other operatives-of course they said yes, and so we will meet them in two days in our hotel in France."
"I'm so glad' we get to go on a mission with everyone! I missed you guys way too much." I admitted plopping down on the couch and pulling a heavy black blanket onto myself.
"I know I can't wait to see them!" Macey said, tugging on half of the blanket and pulling part of it over her legs.
We spent the rest of the evening flipping through the files on our mission and doing background checks on the suspected members of the group. By midnight my eyes were dropping and Macey tumbled into her bedroom. I slept on the couch, not bothering to get up and find the guest room that Macey no doubt had set up for me.
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