a/n so I totally forgot to do this in the first chapter and I am very sorry. I am now claiming this story disclaimed, all rights go to the amazingly fantabulous Ally Carter. With the small exception of the few random characters that I have created. So sorry for forgetting that and I probably will later in the story, so sorry ahead of time.

Also, to, thank you to all you reviewers. You made me sooooo happy. Since this is my first fanfic I am happy to know that you like it. Again, you are all awesome and thank you so much for reviewing!

I walked out of the mall to a van full of girls with shining faces. Even Anna Fetterman, the girl who managed to cut her face with a paper clip, was sparkling with victory. I let my face glow with happiness. Gallagher: 1 Blackthorne: 0 Those boys better hope that they don't face us again.

I heard the van door slam behind Mr. Solomon who had a sly grin plastered onto his face. "Congratulations girls, you just beat some of the best teenage spies in training." We gave each other high fives very silently, glad to make one of our strictest (and hottest) teachers proud. "But," he continued, stopping our celebrations, "don't let them beat you next time."

What? What was he talking about, Next Time, I thought that was a one time thing? I saw my sisters looking confused too, but Mr. Solomon was obviously done talking because he started up the van and headed back to Gallagher.

It was really quiet but then Tina realized that we would be driving for about 10 hours before we got to Gallagher, so she squealed, "I was right! I told you guys there was a boy spy school! Take that you unbelievers!" I laughed at her while she basked in her victory. Wow, there are a lot of victories today aren't there?

Chatter broke out through the van and Bex turned to Macey, "So how was Mr. Star Wars?"

"Oh he was a total hottie. I think that he's totally Cam-worthy material, if you catch my drift," she poked me with her elbow, trying to tell me that I could totally have him. Bex and I were really confused because hours earlier, she was on the verge of tears about having a nerd to tail(which would have offended Liz greatly if she were with us).

"How the hell is a nerd -no offense to Liz- 'Cam-worthy?' Seriously, I don't just go for any guy that lands in my lap," I quickly stated quite defensively.

She leaned in close and whispered, "He's not a nerd. It's probably joke or something. Don't tell anyone though, because then he'd be taken in like a minute, yes he's that hot. But if you want to ruin your chances of getting over Josh, then go ahead…" she trailed off smiling as she leaned back in her chair. She reminded me of an evil genius with that crooked grin she had plastered to her face.

I don't really remember what happened after that, except that I woke up with Bex snoring on my shoulder and I had horrible hair, for the second time today. The van's door was pulled open, bringing blinding light into the once black van. There stood Mr. Solomon. Smirking.

"Good news, girls you have 45 minutes to pack for the rest of the semester. Were going on a trip," It took Bex, Liz, and I holding Macey back and clamping Macey's mouth shut to keep her from choking him and screaming at him for giving us ONLY 45 minutes. As you can tell, she wasn't the happiest about this.

We ran in the stampede of girls towards their rooms. I'm surprised no one got shoved down the stairs. Actually, I take that back, we are trained spies after all.

I really have no idea why Macey was so mad. She was done with not only her 5 bags of things, but she had finished my bags and just now started Liz's. Apparently only Bex has permission to pack her bags on her own, but since Liz and I don't have good enough fashion sense, so we don't get to pack our bags. But you don't hear me complaining. Liz is now packing her nerd stuff. She has like 2 laptops - wait scratch that- now there's 3, her disk that helps her hack into things in less that 5 seconds (and NSA is begging her to give them), and more techy stuff that I don't even know how to describe. I'm sitting on my bed searching through all the stuff that Macey decided to pack me, it's starting to worry me. I don't even know where half of this stuff came from.

It's now been 32 minutes and 35, 36, 37… well you get the point… seconds. The girls and I are taking our time down the stairwell, I told them we could take the secret passageway and take off half of our time, but they "didn't want to be dirty when we arrived". They can be such wimps sometimes.

Surprisingly we were the first ones down to the Grand Hall. 10 minutes later everyone had come in and we were all going up in the elevator to the roof of Gallagher. I really hope we don't have to go on a helicopter again, my hair has had enough damage done to it by now, I don't need to fix it again. Great, now Macey is rubbing off on me!

The metal, bullet-proof, doors of the elevator opened, revealing a landing pad! Why do you have to do this to me Mr. Solomon? Macey seemed to be thinking the same thing because she stopped still in her tracks, creating a traffic jam behind her 5 bags. There was a faint, "Oopsie daisy," as Liz tripped on Courtney's bag and toppled over creating a mountain of luggage and very angry Gallagher girls.

I heard quiet humming- only quiet enough for a spy to hear of course- behind me of the Little Einstein's theme song. "… were going on a trip in our favorite rocket ship. Soaring through the sky…" I could help but smile at whoever's idea it was to hum that tune. Excuse my childness.

Interrupting my moment of hatred towards Mr. Solomon, there was wind all over the place. Blowing things everywhere. I give up! My hair shall forever be messed up! We all looked up to see a helicopter descending towards the landing pad. As soon as it hit the ground the doors flung open. "Load up and grab a blindfold," yelled my mom over the sound of the chopper's blades.

Eventually, everyone had loaded their bags into the other helicopter and we were now, once again, sitting in a helicopter in the dark. I really don't see why they don't just get those windows that you can't see through from either side, it wastes much less time than having to blindfold everyone.

I felt Bex's head on my shoulder and heard loud snoring minutes later. About an hour later(actually 64 minutes and 12.43 seconds, but who's counting right?) Bex had awoken, and we thought her snoring was bad! She would not shut up!

"Are we there yet? I'm really hungry!" we all heard for the 53 time in the last half an hour. In the first 20 times she got some sort of acknowledgement, but by now all she received in return was exasperated groans from everyone, including Mr. Solomon.

Three hours and 45 minutes later, which felt like forever(it can be a long time in silence and in darkness inside of a soundproof helicopter), I started to feel the descent of the chopper. The landing was slightly rocky, but it was to test our reactions. As spies we aren't supposed to show our emotions, so to clear things up, no, my mother is not unable to fly a helicopter if that was what you thought!

"Okay ladies. Blindfolds off!" Solomon shouted as the doors slid open.

I officially hate Solomon. He may be a living legend, but that doesn't make me want to take away the living part of his title at this moment in time.

I hope you guys liked this chapter. Sorry for the delay on the update, I was just super busy with sports stuff, I won't say it won't happen again because it probably will. Again, sorry! Review, Review, Review! I always need help with planning, instructions on how to make this even better, and just random reviews telling me how great/horrible I'm doing! Okay, I'll try to update soon, maybe even in a few days to say I'm sorry…