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I had set out a cup of tea, Bex's favorite kind, on a saucer for her. I'd gotten water for Liz and Coca-Cola for Macey out too and left them all on the coffee table in front of the couch. I was waiting on the couch patiently when there was a loud banging on the door and it suddenly swung open to reveal none other than Bex, Liz [ looking quite small in comparison], and Macey.
Liz giggled and rushed forward and squeezed me into a tight hug. "We're going on a mission together! I haven't been on a mission in, like, forever!"
"Cammie," macey started. "How's it going?" she smiled and hugged me after Liz, finally, let go!
"How's are future honey-potter doing?" smirked Bex.
"Hey, I am not happy about that part of the job. Yet… I can't wait to take down that stupid mother son team!"
There was a brief moment when we all talked at once but Macey, being Macey, talked above us all. "Well I can't wait for my part of the mission! My papers said that I am officially in charge of your outfits and makeup, and everything appearance wise, for the mission!"
I groaned. "What the heck was the CIA thinking? This is going to be torture!"
Bex took a sip of her tea and smirked, "Zachary Goode won't know what hit him."
About three hours later I had packed a few suit cases… or rather Macey had watched over my shoulder as I hesitantly packed suitcases. We had hopped into my red 1965 mustang convertible, with the girls' suit cases shoved into any available space, and journeyed to our prearranged destination.
It took us precisely 5.5 hours' drive the 227.2 miles to New York. When we arrived at a fancy looking apartment complex my hands were cramped from driving, liz had completed two enormous books, macey had gone through twenty fashion magazines, and bex had counted around 70 hot guys [acceptable to her standards] going by in the passing cars [ten of which she had managed to exchange numbers with at stoplights.].
We found we each owned one apartment each, all on the third 20th floor. Their closets were stocked full of designer clothes. Macey, Liz, and Bex all received clothes according to their respective styles, while my closest had been stocked with some outfits that I would never be caught dead in.
I watched from a safe distance with Liz as Bex and Macey rooted through my new mission "equipment" approving almost all of the make-up and clothing in my room. We discovered another packet of papers describing the first point we had to arrive and the object of our mission there. Tomorrow at exactly 1:45 pm at the Atlas Café, a bohemian restaurant, I would arrive with my friend Elaine West [a.k.a. Bex] and a certain Zachary Goode would also be there at that exact time having his usual. While he sipped his fresh fruit smoothie he would conveniently spot me and Bex lounging at a nearby table. From his known interest in women, the CIA had determined that I was "his type". If their calculations were correct he would waltz over, slip on the Goode charm, and aim his smirk right at me.
I knew I would have no trouble resisting his apparently unpredictable charm. I had no intentions of falling for some slimy son of the head of the Circle of Cavan. But my unfortunate mission was to get that slimy son of a to fall head over heels for me so that the CIA would have a way into the Circle.
And I hated the CIA every day because of it!
Of course, the next day, Macey looked like she was having the time of her life. She plucked a mid-thigh lacy coral dress with knee high tan boots and a thin brown belt. I have to admit, that outfit wasn't that bad. I actually kind of liked it.
Macey snatched a pair of pearl earrings and a silver chain necklace, practically chocking me to put it on. She curled my hair as she chattered with Bex and Liz, who were munching on breakfast. Finally, she put a light shade of eye shadow on and declared me ready to honey-pot!