One word... FLUFF
Three days passed. We needed that time to get Grant up and running again, to collect data, and well, I needed that time to consider what my friends had said.
"Grant is a great guy," I thought, "and a great spy. He wouldn't let his emotions get in the way of a mission, and neither will you. Not again."
My thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the man I had just been thinking of. "Cam, are you ok?"
"I'm fine," I replied a bit too fast. Those few words are the most common cover, everybody uses it, but sometimes it's the only thing you've got.
"Biggest lie in America."
How is it that he can read my mind? "Try the world." His eyes locked with mine and I knew he didn't want to leave me alone. "Go to bed Grant, I just need to think."
"Well, if you insist on me leaving I guess I'll have to suffer."
"Suffer? By retreating to our humongous bed and pillows filled with goose feathers? Sounds terrible."
He groaned, "You have no idea." Grant sulked into the other room and I heard him jump onto the bed, followed by a small "Ow," which I'm assuming is because he landed on his bad shoulder (Why are boys such idiots? Biggest puzzle in the universe.)
I grabbed my key card and left for Macey and Bex's room. I let the door slam behind me. "Get Liz in here pronto. And tell her to bring her computer."
"On it!"
"You have to push 6 first!"
"Shut up Bex! If I can kill someone with a battery I think I can operate a telephone!"
"Well if you're so smart why'd you press 1?"
"Because your British accent is yelling in my ear!"
"Opps I'm sorry… THIS BETTER!"
"Don't bother calling me guys, I'm already here," Liz's voice informed us from the other side of the door. "What do you need Cammie?"
"I need to know why Blackthorne is after Zach…"
