Previously...

Our lessons now practically only contained frequent missions; small service jobs Langley required while Joe critiqued our style and approach in a slightly less cramped and completely stolen van.

For once, Joe wasn't late, and was waiting for us behind his desk. He looked up and uttered two words that I now consider the beginning of everything. He had a fresh glint in his eye as he said,

"Field Trip."

Enjoy!

Macey quickly began shoving us toward the door, gradually getting harsher and harsher with her ministrations. Looks of terror were spread on our faces and I calculated my options.

Knock Mackey out using the pressure point on her neck

Wait for Bex to finally get to her senses and create a diversion

Sneak away as soon as she pushed me from the door. ( I always was a fast runner)

The rest of the class stayed well and truly back, knowing from previous experience that it was best not to involve themselves. Let's just say, that was the day we learned how to use perfume samples from magazines and hair bands to knock out 14 girls in 24 seconds.

I was shoved unceremoniously out the door, barely keeping my feet underneath me, and began sprinting toward my mother's office. I was not prepared to go through 10 minutes of unnecessary torture, to try and look like a failing model, when in fact I needed to be a chameleon.

I had discovered a secret room, adjacent to my mother's office, that somehow penetrated the sound proof walls to her room. I had used it countless of times to obtain classified information when I was younger, but that wasn't necessary anymore.

High clearance makes life a hell of a lot easier; there's a lot less threatening, bribing and tears involved, as well as spider webs (Macey still has to come up with a way to make the disheveled-spider-web-look work).

Anyway, I always kept a spare stash of clothing and minimal makeup (instead of murdering me in the plane or van where I could escape, I would be 6 feet under and Macey would have been facing murder charges if I had left with no makeup on), for emergencies like this.

It was basically another bedroom. I had dragged the beanbags that used to occupy Macey's space in our room, as well as a desk (don't ask), chair and mirror into the room. The front wall had a big window, one-sided of course, that let light stream through and simple wallpaper that was a far cry from the delicate detail filling the rest of the school; it almost seemed to make me feel normal for once.

The intricate detail throughout the school was too much for a spy to absorb at some points and this was the reprieve. Or my reprieve at least. It was what I thought as my home in the school, with state of the art security, and missile proof glass.

When I came in here I wasn't a spy, noting all the details in the room and judging the time and date from the light angle. I was a simple girl who would crash on the beanbags and occasionally do some homework, no matter how outlandish it seemed.

It was the closest I'd ever felt to normal since Josh.

I raced in, pulling the tapestry shut behind me (really a disguised steel door), and raced over to the little dresser I had. I quickly pulled on some clothes and shoes, unbraiding the intricate braids Liz had placed on my head. My hair fell in half-assed waves that weren't quite waves, which was quite annoying, but I left it down because I wouldn't have enough time to do anything else.

I dabbed on concealer sparingly and put on some mascara and a thin line of eyeliner. I picked up my bag which contained some disguise materials and a chain with every different lock-picker you could ever find and began to head for the door.

I heard my mother's voice floating through the apparent thin walls. She was in the phone, I realized as I heard no response and my mother continuing. I pressed my ear to the wall as I had done so many times before, and listened.

"I'm sure that all the students will do fine, Steve. Yes, the girls do know about Blackthorne, but I think that Joe wanted to keep that a secret from the boys. Do the boy's?"

I heard my mother get up and start to pace, putting the phone on speaker.

"They know that it is a spy school, but not of the girls ranks and new job quotas. Rachael, I really don't think that they will be evenly matched; the boys are quite behind the standard of your curriculum and would usually be at their level a decade from now." said 'Steve'.

" Well then, it will be an education for them then when they meet the girls. I am not going to cancel this exchange."

"Very well, Rachael. I must say that I think they will learn a lot from the girls if they drop their damn egos. You know, teenage boys are so full of themselves these days... well, they will need some encouragement, that's for sure."

I leaned away from the wall, mulling over what I had just heard. We were going to Blackthorne. Of course, we knew what Blackthorne was and knew that we would meet their agents in the field, but never in the school.

And the praise to our school! They must be severely bad, I thought, before catching myself.

I had begun to underestimate them, a truly bad thing for a spy to do. And I knew that firsthand because Gallagher Girls practically invented underestimation, and we played it like a flute. It was our biggest and most successful weapon in our arsenal, apart from our memory.

I flashed out of the room, and raced towards the front doors, waiting anxiously for the other three to come. Not soon after the girls burst through the doors with murderous expressions. I smiled innocently.

"You left us, with her of all people! Do you knkow how painful it is to look normal!" screeched Bex, at the same time that Liz yelled,

"I had at least 50 hairs pulled out of my head!" and Macey stated,

"You're a dead woman walking, Morgan."

"Well, Macey, what if I had happened to find out some rather intriguing information?"

"It had better be bloody brilliant!" said Bex, cutting of Macey's snarky reply, and her accent leaking through.

"We're having an exchange with Blackthorne." I stated simply.

Cue jaw dropping.

I blinked and Bex's face swam into view, completely filling by eyesight, while my ears told me that Bex was talking. I was still quite dazed from being smashed into the concrete steps a few feet back from where I had been standing.

"Doesn't Grant go there?!"

"Mmmmmm" I mumbled, Bex boobs muffling my mouth. When we had been informed of Blackthorne, Liz and Kim had immediately began to hack their files, scouring all information referring to them. That had included a list of all the students in the school, and as you can tell, Bex might have developed a slight crush on one of the students casefiles.

She looked down and smiled seductively at me.

"Yoonemermedimbec."

Translation: You've never met him, Bex.

But Bex understood... somehow.

"I know... oh, sorry Cam."

She got off me and I took a lungful of air. I slowly got to my feet while Macey strolled over and inspected my handiwork and Liz examined my now throbbing head. She started murmuring things to herself while Macey said, "Not too bad for once, Hun. Why do you still run? I mean look at them.", she glanced over at the other two girls.

Liz, who had finished inspecting the damage done to my head, had joined Bex and were posing in ridiculous poses while pulling coy faces. But Macey had got their style right on, without it being overpowering or memorable. It was like seeing an orange car and being astounded by it, but forgetting it just as fast as watching a bird fly by.

Bex was clad in high waisted, black skinny-jeans with combat boots and a red tank top. She had a thin flowy sweater that seemed ripple over her shoulders and finished mid-thigh, making her seem less, aggressive, than usual, but still maintaining a certain era of danger. She had a medium amount of makeup on- slightly winged eyeliner, mascara and slightly darker than natural lipstick.

And then Liz was dressed to be practical but dainty. She had faded blue jeggings and a mint green V-neck shirt that accentuated her curvy figure, topped off with a long and flowy sweater, similar to Bex's but thicker and made from wool. She had minimal makeup on, fitting the quota of a nerd with fashion sense.

They all looked amazing but forgettable. I honestly don't know why I still run, because to be honest they looked more forgettable than I did, despite my last season clothes with a baggy sweater. Must be habit, I guess.

The rest of the girls came pouring out the doors and I had to admit. They've gotten better at picking clothes. A lot better; I remember when Tina and Eva used to come out with at least 3 pounds of makeup on and wear miniskirts.

Joe walked up to us from around the corner, and gestured to the small plane in front of us. We headed to the plane and there was a small scramble for the first-class seats. Once we had settled down, Joe began to talk.

"Today we will be doing some taileé work. You will be tailed by some operatives- yes Ms. Sutton?

" How old will the boys be?"

He blinked at her, and then glared at me when the pieces fell into places. I grinned at him.

"You will be tailed by the senior students at Blackthorne. They will be your age, as they start their training a year later."

The plane erupted in whispers about the mission and their subjects.

"Ladies, please." began Joe, and the whispers ceased. " There will be an exchange between the two schools, and movement will be dependent on who is successful in this mission."

We sat there in silence, now in a state of complete competition. We would win this.

"Here are your tailers, they have also been given a case file with yourselves on them, so please do what you have to do to win. We are not going to lose this time."

"This time?" questioned Tina.

"All previous attempts to win have been thwarted, and I aim to break tradition."

He left and headed to the cockpit. Of course, he could fly a plane. We huddled around Macey and Eva, them being our best disguisers.

Needless to say, we did not look like our case files described us in any way at all, even though there were minimal changes. They had carefully placed makeup on our faces, which changed our facial structure without having to stick on fake body parts, and wore coloured contacts. We had been instructed by Tina to try and act thee complete opposite off your normal personality, because she wasn't sure if they had been included in our casefiles. Finally, when the preparations were over and the plane was beginning to land, Tina looked over at me and said,

"You think we missed anything, Cammie?"

The rest of the eyes turned to look at me and I squirmed. Bex noticed and started to stare at me with wide eyes and an adoring face, while edging closer to me. I gave her a tired smile, and said,

"No that covered everything. We are going to kick some serious Blackthorne bootey."

And we were going to do just that. We will send them crashing off their pedestal of cockiness, that Macey said that they would undoubtedly have, and kick their asses. We were going to win.

AN: Thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed it. It is a bit shorter than usual, but I am to make the next one longer. Please review!

BYE ;)