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Chapter 3 – BLINDFOLDS AND BEAUTY PRODUCTS
[Evangeline's POV]
I would catch you up on everything I've been doing the past two days since I arrived at Gallagher, but something tells me you wouldn't want it verbatim.
Mostly I've just been spending time with Poppy. Macey asked if I wanted to add an extra bed to her room, but I kind of wanted to stay in a room with Poppy, and besides I wasn't used to being surrounded by people –especially NOT my age!
I've had a few talks with Joe, him telling me what I can and can't do. Pretty simple stuff really; 'don't tell anyone about your past', 'don't tell anyone how you know me', 'don't mention the COC', he might as well have just said 'don't act like you've lived your life'. And really, I wouldn't have minded that; so that's what I decided to do.
New Cover:
NAME: Geneva Harper (because I wanted to keep something of me, even if it was the first letters of my actual name)
HAIR: Chocolate brown, long (well it had to be, to cover my blonde locks!)
EYES: Brown (Thanks to some beautiful things called coloured contacts)
PARENTS: Died on a mission, I don't like to talk about them (and thank God people have the respect not to ask!)
Most other stuff is the same, because despite what they try to tell you, unless you're wearing ridiculous shoes, you can't change your height.
Ok, I'll admit – just this once though! – that I did in fact scream, and rather high pitched too. They're a lot of things I was prepared for in my life, but walking out of the shower room I was not prepared to see Macey McHenry filling my wardrobe with clothes.
"Jeez, what got stuck in your throat" Macey joked, as she turned to face me.
"Um, Macey what are you doing? Whose clothes are they?"
"They are officially yours. I've had to stand by and watch you wear the same two shirts and boring uniform for the past two weeks, even after lessons. Do you know how many nightmares it gave me?" She looked at me expectantly, as though I was meant to be guessing. "So I took the courtesy to order you some clothes and have them sent to Cam's mom."
"Well thanks Macey," I said as I examined the clothes that now filled my wardrobe and drawers. "But was this really necessary?" I asked, pointing to the way too revealing mini dress.
"Every girl needs to be prepared. You never know what hunk we might find on a mission" And with a wink she grabbed my arm and shuffled me out of my dorm.
As we walked down to the Dining Hall, Macey began filling me in on all the research and CoveOp work they'd been doing to figure out information about Blackthorne. And after a rather funny story to do with Liz being on Bexs' shoulder, and a rather sad story of Cammie finding a photo of her Dad, they uncovered the secret. Blackthorne wasn't a who, but a what.
Now, I know what you're thinking, I could have just told them that I knew almost every little thing about the Blackthorne Institute for boys, but Mr Solomon had forbid it. And since he was the only one I could trust, well, I wasn't planning on breaking his.
LATER IN THE DAY
"That's not our ride, ladies" Mr Solomon said, and the whole of the CoveOps class stopped immediately.
"Then how are we…" Cammie began, but her voice trailed off as the ground started to shake.
As the ground opened up, and the sound of helicopter blades spinning filled our ears, Mr Solomon showed a hint of a smile, and I couldn't help but smile too. Pointing behind him he said; "That's our ride."
Only 3 minutes and 7 seconds later, we were all in the helicopter; blindfolded and counting time. If I hadn't been trained as an assassin, I probably would have been shaking at the memory of the last time I wore a blindfold, but I had been, so I wasn't. Instead I was opening and closing my eyes at a slow and steady pace, and not because I was tired or had something in my eye, but because by doing so I could thin the layer of material wrapped around my eyes. Although Macey had ordered me some makeup for beauty, I'd gone on to mix the products for more covert tasks. When I'd finished, I looked around at my classmates. By the slight movement of Cammie's jaw I could tell she was counting the time. Tina was lifting her head to try and peek under her blindfold - looking an awful lot like a guinea-pig. And I don't think anyone could miss Bex with her snoring being the only sound inside the helicopter.
Forty seven minutes and forty two seconds later, all our stomachs flipped as we felt the helicopter readying to land. Someone guided me out of the helicopter doors, along the concrete ground and into a waiting van. At the sound of Solomon's voice we all reached behind our heads and tore the blindfolds off. First thing I did was check that everyone was still here, and then I looked at the walls of the van.
After a briefing from Joe, Cammie was the one to open the doors and lead us out to the fresh air. I would have stayed with them, but since our tailers knew exactly who they were tailing, I didn't want to be seen with my classmates. So, as the rest of them looked around bewildered, I smoothly darted off and matched my pace with a young boy following his parents.
"Want to share half a cookie?" I said, as I leant down and handed the boy some of the white chocolate snack, suddenly very glad that I'd packed it to eat on the supposed van ride.
I didn't even look back at my classmates as I walked away. A sudden pang of guilt filled my stomach.
