Title: Keep Your Allies Close, But Your Enemies Closer
Category: Books » Gallagher Girls
Author: Blind-2the-Eye
Language: English, Rating: Rated: T
Genre: Adventure/Romance
Published: 07-06-11, Updated: 07-27-11
Pages: 4, Words: 1,293
Chapter: Prologue
Song of the Chapter: Unstoppable by Kat Deluna
Disclaimer: Yea, I don't own this. It all belongs to the amazing Ally Carter, who may or may not be a spy herself. Oops, I mean Agent, or Covert Operative, or Homicidal Detective? Who knows what her cover is?
Prologue
She's Goode, But Who is She?
Third Person Point of View
"Clack, clack, clack". That was the unforgettable noise of her high heels, confronting the rough, concrete floor of the underground passage way to the main CoC base in England.
The repeated tapping of her boots echoed through the tunnel; it could be heard for miles.
It was humid down there, water droplets were slowly dripping from the ceiling. It was dark and obscure. The only thing that kept this woman from falling flat in her face —not that she would, she's a professional Covert Operative after all. The best in the business- were the old fashion lit torches (probably from back in the 1420's) that hanged on the wall, never the less they were 20.51 feet apart, and as a result, didn't help much.
Nobody else was there except for a few amorphous, gray spiders that clinged and claimed the ceilings of the tunnel. Once in a while, a hairy rat or two would run speedily across the floor, but she wouldn't even flinch, none the less stop, she just kept her steady, graceful pace down path.
This place suited her image well. Complimented her personality. A place were shadows surrounded her, engulfed her, and even danced with her. A place for shadows, and shadows within them. A Bat's sanctuary.
"Clack, clack, clack," They could hear the steady tapping of her shoes nearing the entrance, and even before she reached the door, the agents prepared for her arrival. One would say they were intimidated by her, but in reality most feared her. How she silkily moved with the shadows, disappearing and reappearing mysteriously, ready to kill anyone and everyone if she could -No. Not, if she could, because she defiantly can. I guess the right word here would be- if she wanted to. No one could understand how she came to the top so fast. No one judged though, no one said anything.
She would kill you.
"Clack, clack, clack," She was unforgettable. Face known everywhere. Her porcelain white skin, contrasted greatly with her dark enigmatic eyes, which always seem to grasp your attention. And even sometimes, scare the hell out of you in interrogations. She was very erudite though; very didactic and almost infallible.
She was tall and angular, fit for a spy. Her long tanned legs were covered by a formal black pencil skirt. She had on a flirty, silky, purple blouse with ruffles in the top, and it was neatly tucked under her skirt. The first three buttons were undone, for honey-potting people she tailed for information in the outskirts of town, of course. She had long, wavy hair which cascaded down her back; she had lighter shades in it, obviously engendered by being in the sun too much. She was obviously beautiful -she needed to look good, presentable, and today of all days, to make a lasting impression.
She hadn't been at this base since last summer- but with her emotionless face and nasty reputation, her beauty was almost unnoticed. I guess it was good in a way -her nasty reputation, I mean- she was the golden girl, the image of the CoC. What the CoC standed for. If the CoC was in the dictionary, under the words "Circle of Cavan —Dangerous Terrorist group who are motivated to kill anyone and everyone for money and power," would be a huge picture of her. She was dangerous and evil.
She was good.
Really Goode.
Her boots though, were the most important part of her attire. The most intriguing. She had on spiked, leather, stiletto boots that came about one inch under her knee. "Clack, clack, clack," They were important because they warned her fellow agents, when her arrival was near.
Her boots were scary. For many reasons. Rumors said that she killed five double agents, in 2 minutes and 25.7 seconds, with those exact shoes. Kind of farfetched right? No! Three words.
She. Was. CoC. Naturally, a cold hearted killing machine.
Even if you didn't believe that story, the hole in her office wall —next to the door— proved differently. She was in a dangerous mood. It was on a hot day of last summer. She wanted coffee. Black coffee. A new agent made a mistake, gave her de-café, and if it weren't bad enough, the agent spilled some on her new white couch, that was helplessly positioned next to the door.
And in less than 2.5 seconds, faster than a blink of an eye, her shoe was flying across the room, barely missing Cindy (Agent CO1125), the new girl's head, by 0.15 inches. If she hadn't flinched at the last second, that hole in the wall -clearly made by the spiked end- would have been in her head.
"You imbecile! How dare you?" she shirked impatiently at her. "Do you know who I am? I'll eat you for breakfast in half a second! If you can't even do a simple job like get coffee, what are you doing here?" She glared at her. If looks could kill, she would have dropped dead already. Her next few words were deadly calm, in a tone that immediately raised goose bumps in her arms.
"Get good or get dead. Now out of my sight before I take a bloody aim again!
And I. Won't. Miss." She didn't have to keep going though, by the word "out" the agent scrambled off the floor, tripped again but eventually ran out silently. Good thing though, because if she would have left without being dismissed, it would have been worse. That day she sent a nice and loud message to everyone in the base.
Mess. With. Me. And. I. Will. Kill. You.
Besides her obvious beauty and patience, (or rather impatience) she was independent and strong.
She needed no one, and she didn't care.
She was tall and confident. She walked through the main entrance like she owned the place. Why wouldn't she feel like that though? She was the best in the field. An ex- Gallagher girl. Recruited at a very young age straight from the infamous academy. A retched academy, she would call it.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at her while she passed by. She walked confidently, shoulders back, eyes straight, head held high with a smirk. She practically ran things here at the base. But then again, she ran things everywhere. She was a natural leader and she was kind of second in command next to the Goode's.
And her name was Cameron Ann Morgan.
