Hihiz! Okay, so this is, like, my fourth chapter added today. So, I'm going to be taking a few days, if not a whole week off. Anyways, here's chappie 7! If you don't know what the cars and phones look like, do what any sensible spy would: Google it. Google answers all my problems, it can probably answer yours. Keep writing! Peace!
~Eyes
The Life and Times of Zee Lynn
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Flashback
I followed my dad out into the hall. He had a straight, solemn face on. I just waited.
"Zarah, sweetie…there was a break-in at the base. Well, not a break-in. We had a mole and a double agent, working for the Circle of Cavan. They…they killed you're mother. We've questioned them and put them in custody, but…" I didn't listen after that. My mom. They…killed her. Mom. No. NO! This wasn't happening. Not Mom. No. No, no, NO! I felt sobs rack my body, and I fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. Dad closed his eyes, and squatted next to me.
"I have to go now, sweetie. Goodbye," he said. He kissed my forehead, and stood to leave. I looked up, to see him talking to Zach. Zach nodded, and came down to me. He sat next to me, and rubbed my back. Tears began falling down his face as well. My parents were the only family he had left. Now she was gone. But she couldn't be gone! No, no, no! I never even had the chance to say goodbye…in fact, the last thing I had said to her was telling her about how much I hated what she was making me do.
Eventually I stopped crying. For most people, the next stage would be acceptance. But for me, denial and acceptance of a death always passed so quickly that I counted it as one stage. For me, my second phase was shock.
End Flashback
They were still trying to get me to talk. I wish I could. But my lips wouldn't form words. The only thing escaping from my mouth would be heart wrenching sobs. And even those were scarce. I eventually forced myself to sleep, once they had all gone to class. I slept through lunch, and woke up just before dinner. The Grand Hall was silent. I guess everyone was scared that if anything slipped about me, I would kill them. I spooned some spaghetti on my plate, and started nibbling on it. I looked over to the juniors table. Zach's face was pained. Sadness littered his expression, and his eyes were red and puffy. I was shocked that Zach, Zachary Goode, would go in public in such a weak state. I had made sure to put concealer over the redness of my eyes. He was poking at his alfredo, occasionally forking some into his mouth. Cammie was sitting next to him, rubbing his arm. He didn't acknowledge her much.
I finished my spaghetti, and walked back to my room. I got on my laptop, and sent the complete M16 firewall to the CIA, where they'd end up sending it to England. I closed my computer, and turned my iPod. Love Makes the World Go Round by Ashlee Simpson started playing. I fell asleep quickly. Most people would find this an appropriate time to cry myself to sleep. I didn't. I didn't like being that cliché.
I woke up in the morning, to see my duffel bag packed full, sitting at the foot of my bed. We must've been leaving to the safe-house. I pulled myself out of bed, and slipped my uniform on. Cassie, Kelli, and Caitlin were already gone for class. Well, either they were in class, or had fallen off the face of the Earth. I walked in the bathroom, and ran my toothbrush over my teeth for a minute. Then I packed it back in my bag, and went back to my iPod. I was just about to turn it on, when someone knocked on my door.
"Come in," I said, my voice monotonic. Zach walked in.
"We're leaving," he said, his voice just a non-changing as mine was. I nodded, grabbed my bag, and followed him. We went out to the front, where a black limo was waiting. The driver took my bag, and Zach and I stepped in the car. Solomon was waiting for us. He looked at me sadly for a moment, then handed us each manila folders.
Name: Madison "Maddie" Jefferson
Relations: Younger sister of Alex Jefferson
Age: Thirteen
Other: Moved to Lansing, OH from Charlottesville, VA. Accompanying brother, brother's girlfriend (Angela "Angie" Weily) and cousin (Katherine "Kat" Jefferson).
I finished reading my legend, and looked up at everyone else. I had just realized Macey. She was just staring blankly ahead, a hint of sadness clear in her eyes. I had never thought of Macey being hurt by what happened.
Flashback
Macey was staying with us for the summer. Whenever she wanted to get away from the whole senator thing, her parents usually let her come to us. We were practically her second family. I was lying on my bed, reading. Someone knocked on the door.
"Come in," I said. Macey walked through the doorway.
"Hey, Mace," I said. She nodded, and sat in a beanbag across the room.
"Well, I'm leaving today. Thanks for letting me stay," she said.
"No problem. Besides, you seem to like hanging out with my mom."
"Yeah…well, she's like the mom my mother never was. She's caring, happy, social, and my mom is just concerned about keeping up an image," she said, shrugging. I nodded, and she got up and left.
End Flashback
"Everyone know their covers?" Solomon asked. We all nodded.
"Good. We aren't sure how long this will last. If anything suspicious comes up, call us right away. Here's the keys to each of your cars, and the apartment. You'll need these credit cards too," he said, handing Cammie, Macey, and Zach each two keys and a black plastic card. Then he handed us each cell phones. Zach's was a sleek iPhone, Macey's was an LG EnV2, mine was a purple LG Lotus, and Cammie's was a hot pink MotoRazr. She frowned.
"Pink? Seriously Mr. Solomon?" she asked. He chuckled.
"I thought you read your legend," he said, smirking. She groaned. The limo drove in to the parking lot of an airport. Solomon handed us tickets, and bid us goodbye. We went through the terminal and customs, and got on the plane. I took the window seat of our four seat row, followed by Zach, Cammie, and then Macey in the isle seat. I stared out the window, where clouds eventually appeared. Cammie was sleeping, snuggling up to Zach. Macey was playing some game on her new phone. Zach was staring ahead, spaced out. I finally got too unbearably bored, so I pulled my iPod out, and fell asleep listening to it.
"Zee. Wake up, sis. Zarah! We're here!" Zach said. I blinked, and looked around. Passengers were starting to leave. Macey and Cammie were getting their bags from the cabinets overhead. Zach already had his and mine down. I unbuckled my seatbelt, and stood up. I followed Zach off the plane, and we all walked through the terminal and out to the parking lot. Zach walked straight to a black Mercedes, and pressed a button on his keys. The lighted blinked, and there was a faint click. We all got in, and he drove across town. It was a nice little town. It had the practical white picket fence neighborhoods, and a few nice stores. There was a mall too, which surprised me. It just seemed like too small of a town for a mall.
We drove into a parking lot, in front of an apartment building. Zach parked between two other cars, a pink Porsche, and a bright purple Viper.
"I hate my cover," Cammie murmured. We walked into the building, and up to our apartment. It was pretty nice. Three bedrooms, one was a master. I walked around, looking through all the rooms. I found the one I assumed was mine. The walls were bright green, and the carpet was neon purple. The bedframe was purple, and the sheets were diagonal stripes of black, green, pink, and purple. I was sure it was my room when I saw the bra size in the pre-stocked dresser. (I didn't even want to know how they found that out. But one thing was for sure: Zach was NOT doing laundry.) I went back to the living room, where we'd set our bags, and lugged my duffel and laptop bag into the room. I unloaded all my clothes into what room was left in the closet and dresser, and hooked my laptop up on the purple desk. (The CIA apparently thinks I like purple. Which, I do.) I plugged my iPod, dock, phone and charger in, and walked back out to the living room.
"Zach's not doing laundry," Cammie said, walking out. She sat on the couch next to me, and clicked the TV on.
"They stocked your wardrobe too?" I asked. She nodded.
"I don't even want to know how they got any sizes…any," she said. Great minds think alike.
"When do we start school?" I asked.
"Tomorrow."
