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Ch.6
"So," Natalie said, after the lone bug had been destroyed. "We can spy back."
"Don't you think they'd already suspect that, and would try to avoid saying any secrets?" Sinead pointed out.
"Yes, but they aren't exactly bright," Natalie countered.
"Well, you have a point," Madison admitted. Reagan nodded in agreement.
"And we won't us any primitive technology. Only state-of-the-art tools," Natalie added.
"This isn't just a game anymore. This is war," Nellie said, her purple glitter eye shadow glinting in the light.
"Yes, yes, whatever," Natalie said, staring at Nellie in a mix of fascination and disgust. "But what, for goodness sake happened to your eyes?"
"It's eyeshadow," Nellie replied.
"No, it's revolting."
"We could do things the old-fashioned way," Dan suggested.
"And what way is that?" asked Ian.
"Press our ears to the door and try to hear as much of the conversation as possible," Dan replied.
"Or go to the room next door and press glasses against the wall and press our ears to the glasses and try to hear as much of the conversation as possible," Jonah added with a grin to Dan.
"Both of you idiots do realize that this is no longer a game, correct?" Ian asked.
"Chill out, Ian. You're way uptight, man," Hamilton said. Ian glared at him, and the conversation was over.
"Why don't we build a bug into the wall?" Amy suggested.
"By god, was that Amy speaking?" Natalie asked sarcastically.
"I think it's a good idea," Madison put in.
"Same here. I'll design the bug, Amy can help me. And Nellie, too," Sinead said. "Madison, Reagan, you figure out where the bug should go. Get a diagram for the boys' room from Natalie. Natalie, give us supplies," She ordered. Everyone got up to go work except Natalie. She just raised an eyebrow at Sinead. "Please," Sinead amended. Satisfied, Natalie got up and rang for the help.
It was time for lunch and the boys were starving.
"That's it. I'm going downstairs. I can't wait any longer," Dan said resolutely.
"Me neither," Hamilton said. The two boys ran downstairs, followed by Ned, Ted, and Jonah.
"Idiots," Ian murmured, shaking his head, but following them anyway. He had to make sure they didn't destroy the house.
As soon as the boys were out of sight, the girls crept into their room and set the bug in place, covering their tracks, and not touching a thing in the room. Then they went downstairs for lunch.
The boys were already seated, Ian at the head of the table. "Good evening," he greeted with a dazzling smile. Natalie took her place on his right, and smiled back.
"Good evening, brother. I trust you had a pleasant day?"
"Quite."
"Nice to know," she replied with another angelic smile. Dan shuddered while munching on his food. She looked demonic. He looked around. No one else seemed to notice.
"What were you girls up to?" Ian asked casually.
"Oh, you know, catching up on old times," Natalie lied, shooting a glare at Amy who had choked on her glass of water when Ian asked the question.
"Are you okay, Amy?" Ian asked as Jonah wacked her on the back. She spluttered and coughed, but could finally talk.
"Y-yes."
"Are you sure?" Hamilton asked.
"Oh she's sure," Nellie snapped from her seat in between Dan and Sinead.
"Good," Ian said with another smile, this one directed at Amy. She blushed. Dan groaned. Jonah looked on with an amused smile on his face. He knew exactly what Ian was trying to do.
The meal was uneventful, and there was polite conversation throughout. But things were tense. Anyone who knew the Cahills for long enough could tell. There where were no arguments. Not one.
Everyone ate the pecan pie with vanilla ice cream for dessert, thanked the cooks, and went back to their respective rooms.
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