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Chapter 2- Gallagher Girls Forever
Gallagher girls forever. And when I said that, I meant it. Literally.
Because on the last day before summer break in my limo that would take me to the airport, which then on a place that would take me to my grandparents' house in Nebraska, where I would spend time descaling fish (not pretty!), Bex opened the door and plopped onto the seat next to me.
And she told me, "Wa ta shi wa totemo wuleshiyi desu!"
My mouth went slack, and though I was surprised, I could've sworn Bex just said she was really happy in Japanese. She must be REALLY happy, enough to speak in another language.
She switched to English and said, "I'm going to be spending summer with you!"
~ * ~
And when I said descaling fish, I meant it too. Literally.
"Oooh, this is exciting," Bex sat down on the ground next to me and grabbed a fish out of the bucket. I rolled my eyes.
"I do NOT see how you find any pleasure doing this." I scowled in disgust while I scraped the scales off my fish with a short knife. And gloved hands, of course.
Shrugging, Bex replied, "It's just different. Normally, people like Tina Walters and Kim Lee would be taking pictures of the Eiffel Tower and eating crêpes, croissants, escargots, and drinking limonade right now. But this is just different."
"Yeah, emphasis on the different," still not believing that someone like Bex, who growing up, wanted to kick James Bond's butt and assume his double-o ranking, could think THIS was exciting. "I can't believe you're with me on my embarrassing summer break."
"I can," she chimed. I glanced over at her and she smiled. I smiled back, and then rolled my eyes.
And again, I should say that I really meant "Gallagher girls forever" literally. No matter where we go, we are reminded that we're spies. And we that we can kick butt.
Because just then we heard rustling.
"Bex," I said, trying to be as calm as ever.
"I heard," she replied, making eye contact with me. 1, 2, 3 seconds my clock ticked. On cue we grabbed fish in both our hands and our scraping knives were in our pockets to use later on during the attack. (Normally I would actually prefer nail polish to fish, but that's nothing I can do about.)
Then swearing. I frowned. What kind of operative would be so sloppy as to let their victims hear you?
Apparently he messed up and thinking we were NORMAL girls, he stepped out the bushes and smiled at us. He wrinkled his nose, and stared at the fish in our hands. (I do have to admit, we looked silly.)
Finally, he spoke.
"Hi, girls. My name is Yassen Gregoravich and I'm sorry to interrupt your uh fish business but I got lost. Will you be as kind as to lead me to town?"
"Sorry, no thanks, Mr. Yassen Gregoravich," Bex said, mocking his accent and spitting his name out, her accent thick.
Trying to stay calm, "I'll give you another chance to answer me properly. If you're good and cooperate accordingly with me, then no harm will come to you," he said, as 2 burly men stumbled forward out of the bushes.
As if! "Ooh, how intimidating." I said. We knew who Yassen was. He was a serial murderer, rapist, and kidnapper and is wanted in at least 5 countries. "What are you going to do to us if we don't cooperate accordingly and be good?" I mocked, daring and challenging him to try.
He motioned and the burly men sprang at us, attempting to get hold of us. Again, as if! I didn't think; I didn't pause and neither did Bex. We went on auto control as we threw (fish), punched, and roundhouse kicked at our opponents. They were soon knocked out, unconscious. NEVER judge a person by their cover.
But just then from the corner of my eyes, I could see Yassen taking his gun out. Bex, of course saw too. We grabbed the men from the ground and shoved them right in from of our bodies just as we heard the gunshot. The bullet penetrated through my guard, spraying blood and tissue everywhere, as it hit the skull.
And we knew we weren't done. Though Yassen had incredible aim when shooting his gun, he couldn't fight. So Bex and I took out our knives and threw it at him while he was reloading the gun. The knives pierced him and he groaned, doubling over. He dropped the gun at our feet as he fell to the ground. I pressed the gun at his head, above his ear, and Bex put her foot on his back to keep him down.
We heard a car door open and saw my mom rushing to us, because my mom is the best spy I know. She took out handcuffs and soon Yassen was forced, under my gunpoint, to get into a CIA van.
Other CIA agents walked over to Bex and me and congratulated us. My mom smiled at us, proud.
"Gallagher girls, huh?" a man asked. My mom smiled and nodded, glowing. Then we were joined by Macey and Liz.
I couldn't believe my eyes. But then they rushed over to us and I could feel Liz squeezing hard. They congratulated us as well and we squealed, glad to be together again and glad to have gotten rid of Yassen.
But of course, the moment was soon gone. The smile faded from my face as I asked my mom, "What are you guys doing here? Why was Yassen here? How'd--" I was cutoff by my mom.
"Macey and Liz are going to be spending the rest of summer with you guys and as for Yassen, that is clearance level 9. However, I'm so proud of you guys. You handled things pretty well, except I hate to see them go to waste," my mom said, looking over at the fish that were scattered on the ground.
I shrugged and sighed. "Grandpa's still probably going to make us descale them either way."
"Well girls, I better get going. I'll call you later, Cam, bye!" I turned to Macey, Liz, and Bex. I sighed.
"Let's get to work."
~ * ~
I felt accomplished. I felt that after this, there wouldn't be anymore butt kicking to do. But both Bex and I knew that this was just the beginning.
~ * ~
The day we were leaving for Gallagher, all nice and packed, my cell phone rang. Macey, Liz, and Bex were in my room, with me. I picked up the phone, knowing it was my mom.
"Hi mom," I said.
She sounded rushed. "Cam, will you put this on speaker please? I want the other girls to hear this as well." She paused, and then went on. "Today you won't be leaving for Gallagher. You won't be at Gallagher for this whole semester." Gasp! We looked at each other, but of course, Macey was looking as undisturbed by the news as ever. "The limo will be here in about five minutes because you'll catch an earlier flight, due to the fact that your destination is farther away." She paused again, as if waiting for any of us to question her, but we were all too shocked to say anything. "This semester," she paused for effect, "you will be going to…
…Blackthorne."
A/N: REVIEW!!!
and sorry about the cliffhanger.
this was just to make up for the short prologue
although this still seems short even though it was four pages on Word
I'll update as soon as I have the third chapter written out, but mean while, REVIEW!
-Julie
