A.N. This chapter skips around P.O.V.s quite often, I tried to mark them as best as possible.
Zach P.O.V.
"Gentleman. The time has come." We stood in our bus right outside Yankee Stadium and Agent Townsend was briefing us, "Among the crowd are people trying to tail you. Lose them and meet back here after the game. Good luck."
We left in groups. Grant, Jonas and I were given tickets next to each other, right behind home plate and we had to spend the game loosing tails. Typical.
Cammie P.O.V.
"Chameleon? Do you have visual on the subjects?" Liz's voice came through my comms.
"Subjects moving towards gates. All except one. Princess, this one's for Bookworm." I watched as Macey swooped down on the unsuspecting boy. He was one who hadn't been on the exchange, so Macey didn't disguise her voice when she said, "Listen, I'm having car trouble, can you help a girl out?"
The boy responded hastily and walked off with Macey. A moment later I saw Bex round the corner Macey had just rounded, had I not known she was coming, I never would've guessed it was her. Using a wig, the boy's uniform and some of the skin technology Bex looked exactly like the boy Macey had just slapped a napotine patch on.
"Bookworm is moving on!" Liz's giddy voice came over the comms. The plan had worked, Macey had handed over the boy to Liz and she got the credit. We would need her technical skills in future rounds, so we were willing to bend the rules for her, plus, even if she was of no strategic value to us, she was Lizzie, she was coming.
"Dutchess, move in." I spoke, pretending to check my watch.
Bex's P.O.V.
"Guys! Wait up!" I called, running up to the rest of the Blackthorne guys.
"McClagen! Hurry up!" Grant called. He looked good... Snap back! On a mission. I noticed Zach give me a quick glance and frown.
"Whadda you want Goode?" Imitating the boy, McClagen.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." He shook his head, the famous smirk forming.
"Dutchess, does the subject suspect?" I turned my head up, pretending to look at the sky then down at the ground. "On my way."
Cammie's P.O.V.
I stood up, straightening my skirt, or what was left of it. I was dressed like any teen boys dream: Little tube top and a short denim skirt along with accessories and flip-flops. I pulled out my phone, pretending to answer it, when in reality I spoke to Liz, "Where exactly is the van?" She answered and I ran over to the boys.
"Hey! Guys!" Using my best cheerleader voice, "My friend just got into a tiny accident, nothing big, right around the corner. Think you a couple of you could come give me a hand?"
"Ya sure." Bex answered, "Newman, care to help?" I led the two off to the van.
"Bex, take him out." I spoke, Grant spun, recognizing my voice and putting the peiced together, but not before Bex kicked him hard in the knees before slapping the patch on him. "Take him in."
Zach P.O.V.
That wasn't the real McClagen. I whispered my suspicions to Jonas before entering the stadium.
Liz's P.O.V.
The boys were seated in their seats. Bex had rejoined them making an excuse that Grant had stuck around to hook up with me. Meanwhile, Macey and I, disguises changed, were sitting a few rows back.
I scratched my face, the fake stubble driving me crazy, but it was my cover and I had to stick too it, so I took Macey's hand, acting as the loyal boyfriend and whispered in her ear, "Zach and Jonas are moving, do we follow?"
Macey stood and I followed. The two of us made our way after the boys, they went to the nacho stand. Why does that not surprise me?
Zach's P.O.V.
"Two orders of nachos, please?" I asked the vendor, pulling out the cash.
"This his first time at the games?" A girl had walked up behind us in line and was gesturing to Jonas who was spinning around, trying to take everything in.
"Ya. It's a school trip." I chuckled.
"It that why there are so many prep boys walking around? I come to a game to escape the snobby prepsters, not be engulfed by them." Her nose wrinkled in disgust.
"Well, to show you not all 'prepsters' are snobs, take our nachos, we'll get more." She giggled and accepted one of the nacho orders before running off to some scrawny guy.
Macey P.O.V.
"Chameleon, entering stage two of operation. Are you on stand by?" I called into my bracelet, meanwhile pointing at the boys to a supposedly jealous boyfriend.
"Confirming position. Commence stage two." I could just make out Cammie's enlarged stomach around a corner and smiled to myself.
I watch Liz walk right up to Zach and give him a mean right hook. Now, our Lizzie wasn't one for violence, but if she catches you off guard, she could wallop you. I ran after Liz and began shouting for her to calm down. All the while Zach was trying to restrain her without hurting her. The vendor screaming for a guard. Stage three.
Cammie rounded the corner, running like an over-weight security guard would. Under other circumstances, it would be quite comical. "You, you, you and you. Come with me." She commanded in an authoritative voice, stopping the fight, but not before Zach nailed Liz right in the eye. Liz managed to bite back her screech never blowing her cover.
I followed Cammie all the way to the back door, right outside was the van. "Hey! Guys! What's going on?" Bex ran up to us still in disguise.
"This guy attacked us and now the guard..."
"Oh save it Zach." I roundhouse kicked him in the head. He landed on the ground, groaning and clutching his head. Jonas joined him, napotine patch on his forehead, courtesy of Bex. "This is for Lizzie." I planted a patch on his forehead and watched his eyes shut.