Chapter 4

Their room wasn't as clean like we expected. It was the "lived in" look as Bex likes to call it or the "messy" look, otherwise to Liz. Zach got out a duffel bag and started throwing shirts and jeans into the bag.

He went into the bathroom and came back with spy supplies. They kept all of that in the bathroom??? We keep them in a safe with a bullet resistant shield and lazer blocker, designed by Liz.

We went back downstairs when everybody was ready and left for our next destination. Liz had our luggage at the airport. We grabbed out boarding passes and went on the plane.

Zach and I sat next to each other. I was trying not to jump on him and check him for scrapes or bruises while he just got closer to me. He leaned in and kissed my lightly on the lips.

I silently moaned in request and we started our hot make-out section behind one of the flight attendants station. We stopped when we heard someone coming. A lady laughed and opened the curtain.

Zach had disappeared and I mentally cursed him. I looked up and tried to look confused. The flight attendant's smile wavered a little bit when she saw me. It returned when I asked if she had any bottled water.

She gave me one and I left. I sat back down in my seat and instantly Zach reappeared. He took the bottle away and took a swig. I raised an eyebrow at him and looked out the window.

"Gallagher Girl," he said

"Blackthorne Boy." I replied

"That was nice."

"Yeah, except for the part when you ditched me again."

"So sorry, had an urgent matter."

"And may I ask what urgent matter?"

"There's a nice cookie jar just tempting me to go and eat them."

Immediately I recognized the spy lingo and I went into spy mode. I casually observed the crowd and targeted the suspicious ones. So far there were only two people who could be suspects.

"So what were the cookies?" I asked

"Just the head of the oatmeal."

I giggled a little and Zach cracked a smile. That meant that the hostages were being held in the cockpit. That's not good, especially for the passengers on board. Zach took hold of my hand and got out a cellphone.

He started texting someone and I looked over his shoulder. He was texting Grant, Nick, and Jonas. I looked at the phone screen and realized that they were typing in code. I deciphered the code quickly and read what it said:

Zach: There's a hostage holding in the cockpit.

Grant: What???

Zach: I'm not kidding, I just told Cammie.

Jonas: Who do you think it is?

Zach: Probably a psycho or one of the guys who took the person we're to retrieve.

Nick: Good guess but I just checked out one of the flight attendants and they were one of the passengers. She has a tattoo on her wrist. Check it out, three o' clock.

Zach and I looked to our right and sure enough it was one of the passengers that had gotten on before. I discreetly looked at her wrist and saw that part of her sleeve was covering the tattoo.

From what I could see, it had a bar code design and ended with a cross at the end. I looked around the plane for any other suspicious activity that might've been going around.

One of the lavatories was being occupied for some time. I nudged Zach and he looked at the lavatory too. He nodded his head in reply and continued to tap away at his phone.

Zach: Any idea who this organization is?

Nick: Haven't a clue

Jonas: I think I know.

Grant: Then who is it?

Liz: So do I!

Jonas: How did you get in here?

Liz: Hacked it and we're using Macey's phone. Cammie there's one under your seat, same with you Bex.

I looked under and sure enough there was a cellphone. I turned it on and it asked for the password. I typed in Chameleon and it let me through. The conversation popped up:

Cammie: What are we going to do?

Bex: We could split up and have Liz and Jonas hack into the plane system and control it. Then the rest of us can either distract the crowd and go into the cockpit while the other half go to the lavatory.

Nick: Not bad, but the only problem is that apparently this organization is really powerful and all of their agents are well-trained, like ready to kill you w/o emotion.

Grant: Well then, guess we'll have to be just like them

Zach: What do you mean?

Grant: We could disguise ourselves as them

Cammie: Yeah, but only some of us can or else they'll get suspicious as why there's more than assigned.

Liz: Cammie's got a point

Cammie: Who Don't we just do what Bex said before and just wing it. It's not like we'll get killed.

Jonas: that's what you're saying now…

Zach: Okay, let's do it!