A.N.So, I meant to put this in the last update but I forgot. The reason Jonas had a gun in his computer bag is the boys are required to carry them ALWAYS. And since Jonas doesn't exactly strike me as the guy-concerned-with-guns, he throws him in his computer bag with his love (the computer) while Zach and Grant, the more macho guys of the group carry them on their persons directly.
Cammie's P.O.V.
Summary of Surveillance
Operatives: Cameron Morgan, Rebecca Baxter and Macey McHenry
In response to accusations made against Zachary Goode (hereafter referred to as The Subject), The Operatives undertook a low-risk, routine reconnaissance mission. To execute said mission, The Operatives attended their classes, assuming covers of average teenaged spies-in-training attending classes in a top-secret facility unacknowledged by many government agencies.
In conclusion to this reconnaissance mission, Operative McHenry concluded that The Subject did glace at Operative Morgan an excessive amount through out the day. It was also concluded that not all these glances where that of a trained operative observing an accomplice, an asset, or even an enemy. Other than these glances, however, The Subject did not engage with any of the Operatives.
"Cammie! We didn't get to finish our conversation this morning!" Tina ambushed me. I had skipped dinner, hoping to get away from her inevitable questions.
I was sitting in the sophomore common room with my History of Espionage open on the coffee table beside me, a laptop in front of me, the word document blank except for my name.
"Tina, I have this paper to write-"
"Then I'll make it quick. What did Macey determine?" I filled her in on our findings.
Zach's P.O.V.
"Well, Mr. Boone will kill me if I don't get that report in tomorrow. She's already ticked it wasn't done for today." I stood from my seat at the table.
"Well it was due." Liz lectured. I just rolled my eyes.
I climbed the stairs, planning on working in the common room. While the common room was still pretty bland, it was a step up from our rooms. There was a TV and a pool table, a foosball table and usually people there as a distraction, a reason to avoid the paper. I made a quick stop at my room, grabbing my laptop and a few books.
"Then I'll make it quick. What did Macey determine?" Tina Walters, the only girl that Toby has ever not made an attempt on, spoke.
"You were right." Cammie sighed. Right about what?
"So onto the next question." I could hear the smile, (A.N. Another Ally Carter quote, sort of) "Do you like him? Because, you have dibs on Zach since Bex has no interest and the two of you were the first to talk to him. So do you like him?" The moment of truth.
"He's a decent guy and all, but I relinquish any and all claim to Zach. You can have him." Ouch.
"Oh I don't want him." Ouch again. I heard one of the girl stand. I slipped into the shadows caused by little cut outs along the hallway.
"Why, Tina?" Exasperation and curiosity evident in Cammie's voice.
"You don't know?" Tina sounded amazed, "My mom told me when she heard about our trip! His mom is a CIA traitor! She's on all their most wanted lists!" I froze. I knew it was true and I knew my brothers knew it was true, but now the girls knew it, at least as a rumor.
"Tina," Cammie spoke slowly and quietly, "He's not a saint, but you really shouldn't be spreading stuff like that."
"Cam, I'll admit, sometimes my sources are iffy at best, but this time, I swear by it." She walked to the entranceway I had just been about to use. From my hiding space, I could just make out her hair, "If you don't believe me, ask Zach." And she walked down the hall away from me into her room.
Cammie's P.O.V.
"Hey there, Gallagher Girl." I startled. Tina had left a few moments ago (two minutes and twenty seven seconds ago) and I had sat in silence. Trying to figure out whether what Tina had said was true.
"Hey." I glanced up at Zach. His eyes were dark and his face was grim. Had he heard something?
"Mind if I join you?" A half-hearted smirk graced his face.
"I'm writing a paper." I smiled at him, "So if you'll let me work, go ahead." He sat down beside me, setting his laptop down beside me.
"What paper?" He looked at me concerned.
"The one for History of Espionage."
He fell back against the couch and cursed in Japanese, "I forgot about that."
"We can work on it together." Olive Branch in case he did hear.
"I have a paper that was due today that I have to finish." He muttered, rubbing his eyes.
"You didn't tell Liz that did you?"
"She already lectured me." He groaned, stretching his arms out on the back of the couch.
"Uh!" I groaned, throwing myself back against the couch as well, "She's going to go on a rampage tonight about responsibility and how people don't care about school." She gave us that lecture back in eighth grade when Bex forgot a COW assignment. None of us forgot an assignment again.
"So what are you writing your paper on?" He fished hoping for some direction.
"I'd tell you, but then I'd-"
"Have to kill me. Ya ya." I felt something brush my left shoulder. I hadn't really notice, but Zach's arm was more or less around me, his finger tips touching my shoulder. We were silent for three minutes, "Are you going to ask me about her?" He whispered.
I leaned my head back against the back of the couch, against his arm. I looked up at his blank face. I thought about it, Did I need to know if it's true? "No. I won't ask." He looked at me, puzzled.
"You'd be the first." He shook his head.
"If you want to talk about it though. I know what it's like to lose a parent." I whispered the last part; I didn't like to talk about it.
"I'll keep that in mind." A small smirk graced his lips, which were dangerously close to mine, "I'm going to kiss you now, Gallagher Girl. Hope your okay with that." And then he did.
Zach's P.O.V.
At first she sat there frozen, her lips still against me. I pulled back and looked her hard in the eyes. I didn't want to make her do anything, but I really wanted her to want to do this. I was just about to back off, to go back to her work when she leaned over and wrapped her arms around my neck. She pulled herself up, turning to face me, kneeling on the couch. I pulled my arms from the back of the couch and held her waist, pulling her closer.
"You know, Gallagher Girl," I spoke against her lips between kisses, "Liz is going to give you that lecture you hate so much if you don't get to work."
She sighed and leaned back against the circle my arms formed around her, "I guess you're right." We got to work on our papers. She kept the computer on her lap and leaned against me, my arm around her shoulder.
I have been at Blackthorne for almost fourteen years now. It was more secure than many government agencies, probably one of the safest places in the world. Yet ever since my mother had disappeared into the world of evil, I had felt less and less safe with each passing year until it got to the point I refused to trust anyone here, which could be a good thing in my like of work. Now, With Cammie in my arms, leaning against me, I could see the possibility of trusting again.
