Part IV: Zammie :)
-The Operative decided to see her discoveries from the interrogation come to action, and resolved locking Cammie Morgan, henceforth called the Chameleon, with Subject Z was the way to do it.-
-The Chameleon sits in a room by herself, wondering why the Operative had dragged her there. Suddenly the door opens, a body is shoved in, and then the door slams shut again-
Chameleon: Zach!
-no answer-
Chameleon: Uh, Zach, are you awake?
-no answer-
Chameleon: Okay, I'm just going to go…sit…over there.
-painfully long silence, and then a groan-
Chameleon: Oh good, so you're not dead.
Subject Z: Gee you sound so happy to see me, Gallagher Girl. You're smothering me. You're like my mom.
-silence-
Subject Z: Okay, no I didn't mean it like that. I meant you're like a mom, not my mom…
Chameleon: Okay.
Subject Z: Sorry.
Chameleon: It's okay.
-awkward silence full of what the Operative is sure is frustrated sexual tension-
Subject Z: So…have you been listening to your crazy friend torture us?
Chameleon: No. You mean Macey? What are you talking about?
Subject Z: NOTHING. I mean, if you see Macey soon, just tell her you DON'T want to see the footage.
Chameleon: Okay, why would I do that? Obviously it's something I would like to see.
Subject Z: Uh…hmm…um…oh! I have a fun fact. Did you know that trampolines are the most dangerous toys sold to children?
Chameleon: That's not fun or a fact.
Subject Z: Fine. Then did you know girl's dolls come alive in the night and plot revenge against their owners?
Chameleon: That's not a fun fact! It's a terrifying alternate reality!
Subject Z: -frowns- Weird. I saw it in a documentary.
Chameleon: Toy Story is not a documentary, and that's not even how the story goes. Those toys weren't waking up to plot revenge, they're just…alive.
Subject Z: Okay fine. I give up. We should play another game instead. Truth or Dare.
Chameleon: I don't think that's a good idea.
Subject Z: Sure it is. I'll go first. Truth or Dare?
Chameleon: Dare.
Subject Z: I dare you to… -peels tape off shirt- lick this tape.
Chameleon: Gross. No.
Subject Z: Oh I see how it is. You'll gladly knock me out for an hour in P&E but you won't lick a piece of tape that came off my shirt?
Chameleon: Knocking you out poses no personal threat to me whereas licking that tape would be unhygienic. No one knows where it's been.
Subject Z. Macey said something along those lines, too. Women. Shirt off.
Chameleon: We're not playing strip Truth or Dare. I never agreed to this.
Subject Z: I'm going to wrestle it off. We are playing this game. Shirt off.
Chameleon: You're a dog.
-Chameleon pulls shirt off only to have…a camisole underneath! Subject Zach glares while Chameleon smirks-
Chameleon: Truth or Dare?
Subject Z: Dare. I've had enough invasive questions for the day.
Chameleon: I'm totally asking Macey to see that.
Subject Z: No don't! -looks really worried-
Chameleon: Are you kidding? Bex, Liz, Macey, and I will be sitting down for a nice short movie night as soon as we get back home. It's gonna be great.
Subject Z: Bad idea, bad idea. I should never have brought that up.
Chameleon: Do you want to hear your dare or not?
Subject Z: Fine.
Chameleon: I dare you not to play strip Truth or Dare.
Subject Z: You're such a spoilsport. I'm passing on this dare. I guess I have to take off my shirt.
Chameleon: You just wanted an excuse to take your shirt off in front of me.
Subject Z: Guilty. -pulls shirt off- Okay. Truth or Dare?
Chameleon: Dare.
Subject Z: I dare you to kiss me. Right now. On the camera. Or whatever.
Chameleon: Again, I repeat my belief that starting this game was due to a lapse in judgment, and that we should stop now before somebody gets hu –
Subject Z: [kissing noises!]
Chameleon: [see above!]
-door bursts open with a bang-
Operative: -laughing hysterically- Shedding clothes already, you two? Too funny…
Chameleon: -blushing furiously- I'm going back to the hotel.
-Chameleon exits. Operative still laughing hysterically-
Operative: Mission accomplished. You're free, but you'll have to wait Grant and Jonas a little bit longer.
Subject Z: What was your mission, exactly?
Operative: Well, first and foremost to humiliate you guys. But also, Cammie was driving herself crazy wondering what you were doing and blah blah blah. So I decided that if I could get you guys together, it would save me, Bex, and Liz from getting our ears blabbed off. Get out of the room, I'm bringing Bex and Grant in next. Get out!
Subject Z: There you go again.
Operative: What do you mean?
Subject Z: Proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are insane and need the attention of highly specialized doctors.
-The Operative slugs Subject Z-
Subject Z: Ow.
Operative: Go find Cammie.
Subject Z: Gladly.
Hi guys! So I think this is where it ends for this story. Oh wait, silly me! I still have about two lines left!
Christmas Day:
Subject Z: A dictionary. Really Mace?
-The Operative smiles smugly-
Operative: Wait till you see what's in your stocking!
Okay. Done now. Haha, I just had to do that. That was a poor reference to Part III of this little story. I really hope you all liked the story, and I just wanted to say I've been completely blown away by all the support you've shown. I had a lot of fun writing this, and I'm thinking about doing more of this kind of thing in the future. Thank you guys!