Chapter 3: Notes and Murder
Hey guys, just letting you know the murder isn't graphic or human, so don't worry if you get squeamish or grossed out really easily. Also for those of you who don't read the author's note I will be waiting for 4 new reviews on this chapter or two weeks to go by before uploading a new chapter.
Always just another girl
Cammie's POV
As I finally arrived home at the usual time (28mins, 54secs after school ended) to hear my passive-aggressive bird being her usual passive-aggressive. I know that she isn't really but that bird is like a dictator. But deadlier. Molly (that's the bird's name) finally shut up after I fed her some rocket, I sighed. Now I could get down to business.
I ran through what had happened today in my head. According to everyone in GI, Josh still was head over heels for me but the new guy, Zach, flirted with me. Or at least that's what I think he did. But Zach, well he knows how to get into a classroom, hand the teacher something, sit down at a desk and have no one notice. Except me. Did I think he might be a spy in training as well? Maybe. Did he have the skills to go to Blackthorn (because Gallagher is an all-girls college, we wouldn't have it any other way)? Yes. Did I think that he may be trying to honeypot me? Yes. Could I let my guard down around him, did I trust him, did I get a good feeling about him? Was he the new bane of my exsistance because every single class he tried to get my attention and sit behind me? No. No. No. Yes.
Zach was basically the only interesting thing (and not pleasantly interesting) about my day. The rest was average, which I didn't mind. I got started on my homework and eventually finished. Now for my college* work. The Gallagher College was the only college that actually sent it's to be students homework. Like reading and answering text book questions on topics like History of Espionage or COW (countries of the world). Sadly, we never got Cove-ops of P&E homework because that was all we did in the Gallagher Summer Camp.
Shortly before mum arrived home, I heard some yowling and barking/growling coming from outside. Yes for those of you who were wondering, we have a cat, a dog and a bird. In other words, we have a zoo. I ran outside into my backyard (the fenced part is an acre, our entire property is 13 acres) until I found what caused all the commotion. My heart sank. In the middle of one of our mini clearings of trees (natural clearings, my backyard is like a jungle made out of gum trees at some points) was a dead magpie with a knife sticking out of its stomach. The saddest thing was there was a note attached, the murderer could've just stuck the note on the door but no, they had to murder an innocent creature.
From the angle and depth of the knife wound, I would say that they've had to climb the fence and then throw the knife with a huge amount of force. I mean, this person was strong. The scariest thing was, they had gotten into the property with detection. My parents were retired legends in the spy world, my mum ran Gallagher College and dad ran Blackthorn Institute. They both got home around 5 by landing their helicopters on one of the launch pads. Afterall, the headmistress/headmaster of spy institutes doesn't have to be there for dinner. Or if they did, they just came home anyway.
I heard the ladnign of two helicopters and raced towards the launch pad. Afterall, my oarents needed to be alerted of this immediately, what if someone was out to get them or us? My parents would be wisked away to the Aussie spy agency (ASI, Australian Spy Intellgience) while I would be taken to the nearest safe house inhabited by spies. With the evidence being wisked away by Mum and Dad to take to the ASI.
I calmed down and began to tell my parents what happended. I got my school bag (with everything I needed for school in it including a uniform) and my get-away bag. As the daughter of spies, you always have a get-away bag with stuff like toiletries, clothes, a book, some money and a few things for comfort. I got our zoo inside and got them into the most secure room in the house. I grabbed my phone, wallet and my car keys. Mum and Dad got similar stuff together and we all said goodbye at the door. Mum handed me some paper with the address on it. When I got there, I would burn it.
I chucked my stuff into my car and headed off towards this house. 34 Maywood Road wasn't very far from here. I wondered who lived here, did I know them? Did Mum and Dad know them? I pulled up in the driveway and got my stuff out. 'Here we go' I thought, 'the moment of truth'. I knocked on the door only for it to be opened by the one and only bane of my exsistance as of today, Zach.
"It's a code 339 so move", I practically shouted in his face. I know, wise move Cammie but then again, he needed to move. People couldn't see I was here overwise the whole family and myself was comproimised. We would all need to move and well you get the idea. He did get the idea and moved aside. I calmed myself down and heard a quick "Zach who's at the door?" That was a voice I thought I'd never hear again.
Zach's POV
Well, after the whole Deedee fiasco and the note, I decided to take it into my own hands. I researched her and nothing unusal came up. Her parents were dead, she was an orphan. She lived with her Grandma next door and her behavioural and accedemnic records were superb. Her Uncle Edward however, he was a spy for Interpol. He visited every Christmas and summer. I looked more into Edward, his missions and everything else I could access by hacking Interpol. He seemed like a good guy but one thing that caught my attention was that he was wanted in no countries. To be a truly amazing spy, you will get wanted in countries. My parents were both wanted in 33 while some ASI legends and other legends from across the globe were wanted in as many as 53.
It was about 5 when the door bell rang so I erased all memory that I was there. At the door stood Cammie, she was in leggings, an old shirt that was way too long (did she have a boyfriend? If not why was she wearing an oversized shirt?) and some flip-flops*. Her hair was in a messy plait and while she proabby thought that she looked absoloutely atrocious in my mind, she looked drop dead gorgeous. Wait a minute, drop dead gorgeous?! No I absoloutely refuse to falling for Cammie. It's funny flirting with her but I am absoloutely not falling for her. No way hosay.
She said something about a code 339 and shoved me aside. I gave myself a mental slap in the face. She needed to get in and I couldn't let anyone outside see her. When she soved me aside and walked inside my mum asked me who was at the door. I glanced over at Cammie to see her face was white with shock. "Mum, it's a code 339", I replied and saw her rush over to look at Cammie. Mum's face also paled before she stated, "Cammie the Chameleon, I haven't see you since that time you followed your parents and I to that coffee shop eight years ago! How are you? Good or should I say Goode?" I mentally slapped myself. Mum could be so embarrassing sometimes, I'm not sure why I bother.
Mum swept Cammie up in one of her good-old fashioned bear hugs. I had no idea my mum knew Cammie, and also no idea that she was a Chameleon. But everyone has their own secrets I guess. Cammie's phone started going off so Cammie asked my mum if there was a private spot for her to take her call. Mum guided her to the study before closing the door and turning to me, I was in for it now. "Zach", she started, "why didn't you tell me about Cammie? And also how long have you been falling for her for?" Leave it to mum to ask the obvious and the embarrassing-non of your business questions.
"Mum, I didn't know that you knew her. Also, I am not falling for her. Yes, she looks pretty but that does not mean I am head over heels for her!" Mum seemed to accept that and also looked convinced I was telling the truth. Because I was.
After about ten minutes Cammie opened the door and came out. She asked Mum where she would be staying and Mum helped her get the room all ready an organised. But there was something weird going on. Cammie seemed spooked and on edge and terrified and worried. I remember that Harry Potter reference about Ron having the emotional range of a teaspoon and I guessed that Cammie's was the size of an Olympic swimming pool. When Mum asked what was wrong all Cammie did was go and print a picture before handing it to Mum and Cammie had good reason to be spooked.
'Dearest Cammie,
By now you have met the one and only Zachary Goode aka. the Shadow. By now he's probably got you more attention than you wished for, being the Chameleon. There are always enemies lurking, always enemies striking so watch out for those you love and hold dear, for they may be dead soon.'
By the time I read the note my mind was racing. Who were they? What do they mean about enemies? Who wants to hurt Cammie? And among all of my questions lay a certainty. I was going to Deedee's party and getting that information.
Well? What did you guys think? Hate me? Hate the story? Love the story? Let me know. Did I previously say Gallagher College or Gallagher University? You guys don't know how weird it was for me to write 'flip-flops'. I was going to write the Australian word for them which is 'thongs' (not the underwear!) but I guessed that some people would take it the wrong way. Also a huge Thank You to the following people:
Jamko-Zammielover: 'Or is she?' is the right question. I'm still working out that part of the plot so that is a very valid question. But, Deedee is a very strange (is that the right word?) person because when I read the books I always thought of her like there was something off about her. Thanks for your support!
CamrynM05: Thank you so much! It means a lot to me!
Guest: Thanks, I love how it's shaping up as well, trust me there'll be more mystery and Zammie to come…