I really wanted more reviews before I posted another chapter(if you posted a review while I'm writing this chapter and I don't see it, I'm so terribly sorry), but I figured that I might as well write the next one and hope for the best. Next time, I may not be so nice. I might have to start that little thing that other authors do when they ask for a certain number of reviews before they post the next chapter. (And I really don't want to do that) I like writing stories. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Gallagher Girls series or any places, people, or things that are not fictitious. I do own everything else.
Day 2
Time: 11:03 pm
Place: Hotel in Athens, Greece
Bex POV
"It's been three hours, Zach," I say, yawning. "Don't you think we should get some rest? We do have a lot of area to cover for the five of us, minus Liz and Jonas since they're on computers."
Zach doesn't look at me, but I know by his posture what he's about to say.
"You guys can head to bed. I'm going to stay up and research a bit more."
Sighing, because I know I won't sway him from this right now, I call to the rest of the gang (who are all zombiefied on the couch), "We can head to our rooms now, guys."
Slowly, they all pick themselves up and head to their separate rooms. The boys are in two rooms that conjoin (thank goodness. Macey was worried she would have to share a room with Nick because of their covers) and all the girls are in another. We're supposedly on this trip right before college. Whoop-de-doo. At least I don't have to share a room with a guy.
That would be seriously awkward...and my mom might kill me...and the person who designed the covers.
As the door closes behind me to our modest suite, I notice that Liz is already knocked out, her glasses skewed, on the cot that had been rolled in. Macey has firmly locked the door to the bathroom, and doesn't seem to be coming out soon. I hear the shower water running and know it's at least an hour. Resigning to my boredom, I turn on the TV to see what's on. There isn't much, so I turn it off five minutes later. I walk to the window and stare at the city below me. There aren't that many people out, but the cars still rumble down the streets. I gaze into the distance and admire the view of the nightlife. I think about how much Cammie would have loved Greece, or has she already been here?
I suddenly realize my brain is shutting down because I'm so tired. I lay there for a while, thinking about our predicament and how I wish Macey would hurry up in the shower. Before I know it, I'm out like a light.
Day 3
Time: 1:17 am
Zach POV
I study the maps late into the night. My eyelids are hard to hold open, but I'm determined to soak up every bit of information this map can give me. I have to. I have to for Cammie. Every second is precious to her survival. I can't give up, not for a second. I start to realize, though, that maybe it isn't wise to tire myself out before the fun begins. I stare at the map a little while longer, testing myself to see if I remember back up routes, hiding places, and blind spots. Once I feel I have studied it enough, I resign myself to sleep. I walk into the adjoining bedroom and clean myself up. I do a mental check of how I'm feeling and suddenly realize how dead tired I am. I haven't slept much since Cammie got captured and after we found her. Over the past week, in all, I've gotten about 10 hours of sleep. My body screams at me for being so foolish, but I push it onward. It is what we spies (and assassins though I hate to admit that is what I was trained for) do. I splash water on my face in an attempt to wake myself up. It fails miserably. If anything, the brief moment I closed my eyes only made it worse. I finally just decide to climb into bed and I fall asleep instantly.
I dream of Cammie. I see her face as she lies helplessly on the bed back at the base in the US. I see her looking at me while we ate cookies in the kitchen. I see her laughing at the pool with Sierra and Trevor. The dreams seem so real that I feel like I can reach out and touch her. I feel her skin, her hair. I hear her laugh and see her smile. Then, I see her color fade, her eyes dim, and her skin turn ashen. I scramble for her, but she falls into a deep, dark abyss with no way for me to pull her out. I scream her name until my throat hurts. I feel a vice like grip on my arms and I fight back. I punch and kick at the attacker. They must of done this to Cammie! They must have!
I startle awake to find Grant groaning on the floor and Nick and Jonas struggling to hold me down. I sit up abruptly and stare at them with questioning eyes. Nick wipes a little blood from his split lip and says, "You were going crazy, man. You were screaming and calling for Cammie. Jonas tried to wake you up, but you punched him in the chest. You then proceeded to use a very forbidden move on Grant." He looks over at Grant. "Sorry, buddy. Meanwhile, you gave me a split lip and the rest of us fairly good sized bruises. Dude, what is with you?"
I find that I am sweating on my forehead. I wipe it away and say, "Nothing. It's nothing."
Jonas, Nick, and Grant all give me unconvinced looks, but leave it alone. I see that it's 4 in the morning, but I feel wide awake. Jonas returns to bed, but Grant and Nick turn on the TV. I go back to the maps and await the morning.
Day 3
Time: 7:00 am
Third Person POV
As the boys continue to roam around their room and make noise, the girls slowly wake up. Bex finally heads to the shower, seeing as she smells like the bedding from a hamster cage. Wrinkling her nose, she steps in and allows the warm water to wash her smells away. Macey stirs and pounds on the wall, letting the boys know that they are up...and annoyed that they were so. Liz sits up and yawns, her thin frame illuminated by the sun rising. The boys begin getting ready. Grant checks the weapons, Nick looks at the outfits approvingly, and Jonas works frustratingly with a stubborn computer. Zach stares at the map and begins making plans of who goes where with whom and when. The girls slip into their pre-arranged disguise clothes. They knock on the boys' doors and they enter, finding them ready and waiting.
Jonas suits all of them up with the needed materials. Comms, laser watches, flares for their shoes, knives up their sleeves and shoes, and glasses that can take pictures. As well as a few...other devices of weaponry. They all suit up and head out. Macey and Nick head off in one direction, Grant and Bex in another, and then Zach trails behind to watch for tails or unexpected problems. They reach the base in 20 minutes and scout it out. The information the insider gave them was accurate, with a few tweaks needing to be made though. The cameras looked like normal security cameras, but had been updated to not only heat sensing. These would be hard to get around. The building itself was a large and concrete with only a few windows. The windows it did have were very large and nearly encompassed an entire wall, but the group recognized the glass instantly. It was shock, water, laser, wind, bullet, and just about everything proof. The one thing that it wasn't proofed of was being unlocked. Bex noted that it was so careless of a Circle agent to leave a window unlocked. She almost took advantage of the situation until she saw that there were heat lasers across the window. They were nearly undetectable regularly, but Grant had stopped her just before she triggered the alarm.
"Nice catch," Bex whispers.
Grant inclines his head in thanks.
"All units, the windows have heat sensors around the windows. I just nearly walked into a trap. Keep on your toes."
"Will do," came the reply from the others.
Macey and Nick nearly stumbled onto a trap of their own when they noticed that the sewers were lined with knock out gas if you opened the lid. They ran away as fast as they could, but even so Macey nearly passed out on the sidewalk. Nick tried to make it look normal, but no one was really paying attention. They sat in an alleyway across the street until their heads were clear and they could move again.
"Sewers are lined with knock out gas," Nick says into his comms.
"Great, just great," Zach replies.
"Brilliant," Bex mumbles. "We'll need gas masks to get in there."
"That may not be our only option," Grant counters. "We've only been here for fifteen minutes. Give it a rest!"
Bex held her tongue, but she so wanted to curse him out British style. The look on his face would have been priceless. Maybe in the future...
"Guys," Liz says. "Take cover. Three agents just exited. They're heading towards you, Zach." (A/N I would use a code name for him but I have no idea what it is! Please tell me it if you guys remember! I'll need it later!)
Zach quickly assumes a natural pose. He keeps his face away from the agents' lines of sight, hoping not to be noticed. He forces his body to relax and look normal as the agents pass by him unawares. He begins to trail them, but finds that they have disappeared. Angry, he kicks the curb and clutches his foot in agony. In terms of the fight between concrete and spy, concrete will almost always win. Zach sucks in a breath and tests out his foot. It hurts a lot and he has to walk with a slight limp, but he makes around okay. He didn't know what he'd do if he had to run. He walks back to the building, but at a different angle. Too many times in the camera will let off definite suspicion and likely a compromised identity. Even with a wig on, making his hair blond rather than brown, he knows he'll be recognized if in direct sight of the camera.
Bex and Grant examine the back doors. However, the doors are in a back alleyway and no one else is there. It would set alarms off if two teenagers came snooping around. So, they go undercover...much to Bex's dismay. Grant flirts with her slightly, daring her to walk to the other end of the alleyway. Bex agrees, but only if he does it after she does. Bex walks slowly through, looking around as if she's frightened out of her wits. She passes the door, acknowledging the cameras and a couple of triggers that will do who knows what. She fakes being terrified and calls back to Grant, who yells for her to continue on or she looses the bet. Bex, not wanting to be in the cameras any longer than necessary even with her curly red hair and blue eye disguise, runs like a chicken to the other end. In faux victory, she urges Grant over. He silently makes his way past the door with more ease. He looks up to see if there's any access to the roof. There is: a fire escape leading right to the top floor. With that knowledge, Grant makes his way to the other side, mocking Bex with the ease at which he moves. She punches him and they continue exploring.
Macey and Nick find nothing more and begin to head back. They stop in a restaurant far enough away from the base to be comfortable and wait for the rest to come back. Zach is next and then Bex and Grant come in. They gather around a table, order some American coffee, and then go over details. They each explain what they found and how it coincided with the map they had been given. They gleaned over the information. It could not be lost. It was literally a life or death situation. They slowly begin to formulate a plan. They needed to check out the roof, but how? It might be their only way in. Bex and Grant mention the fire escape and their little "game" with a slight blush to their cheeks. Macey notices and smirks in response.
Macey and Nick go to check out the roof, since they are less likely to be recognized, while the others wait.
The two come back thirty minutes later, a little charred and smelling like lavender.
Wait, Zach thinks. Lavender?
"You don't even want to know," Nick says, wrinkling his nose at the girly scent.
"What did you find?" Grant asks.
"Not much. A few vents and a ventilation shaft. They seem relatively unprotected compared to the rest of the building. There's a door leading down too, but it's locked tight. It has a padlock on the outside, but I'm sure they have something more powerful inside. The shaft may be our only chance. Sure, it's cliche and probably the worse idea ever, but it's worth a try," Nick explains.
The rest agree it is a good plan. They order lunch, since it took over three hours to complete their surveillance. They eat in silence, saving some for Liz who is back at the hotel. They pay and head back to the hotel. Liz scans in the information they give her and adds it to the map the insider gave them. Zach pours over the information likes it's a life source. Grant and Jonas check in with home base and Nick and Macey plan the next day's outfits. The new plan slowly comes into, well, a plan. As they near three in the afternoon, they start going over last minute instructions and safety precautions. Once they all finally feel ready, it's seven at night. They head in early, determined to be ready for the infiltration the next day. They feel odd about going in so quickly, but they have no choice. With Day 3 ending, that leaves them a little over two days. For Cammie's sake, they have to hurry.
Well, that's the end of chapter 3! I'm going to have to make this story go really slow or add more stuff on because we are already in day 3 of 5! Oh! An idea just popped into my head. Brilliant! As Bex would say. Anyways, thanks to all those who read the last chapter! I'm sad that I only got 1 review (again, sorry if you reviewed while I was writing this and I missed it). I'm really hoping for more this time!
Will they save Cammie? Where is the information from the Circle? Why is Zach's mom so clueless about it?
Spy on,
Sorrel14
