Chapter Eight-It's My Part and I Can Spy if I Want To

"Stickler, do something useful and get out your CIA gadgets or something," Meena said as they slowly walked down the hall,

"We don't have a use for them yet, Meena," he said as he smiled a little bit at her. Rebel rolled her eyes and held the tracker in her hand.

"You're going to have to use them soon enough, Jace," Rebel told him as she stared hard at the tracking device in her hands. "Looks like the others got into a run-in. C'mon." She lowered the antenna on the tracking device and turned a corner. Jason and Meena followed closely behind.

"You guys need to get down here, now." Mack's voice said over the walkie talkie, but it was drowned out by a gunshot. Meena jumped and stopped running. Jason and Rebel stopped to look back at her.

"What're you doing, Meena? We have to go!" Jason said as he motioned down the hallway.

"What if Cory was shot? Or Newt?" She asked as her eyes widened as she spoke.

"If you care about them that much you'd be sprinting your way over there to see if they're dead!" Rebel barked before running again. Jason lightly grasped Meena by her upper arm and pulled her along with them.

Once they turned another corner they say Newt on the ground, a bullet hole above his head. He seemed to be fine, just in a little bit of shock. Cory, Sophie, and Mack stood by and the kidnappers had their backs to Jason, Rebel, and Meena. Quickly getting into a fighting stance Rebel ran towards the kidnapper on the left and punched him hard in the back. He shook as if he were being electrocuted and fell to the ground.

"What the hell?" The other kidnapper asked in shocked as Rebel raised her fist and smashed it into his stomach. He also shook like he was being electrocuted and fell to the ground.

"What did you do?" Cory asked as Meena rushed to Newt's side and peered at him in concern.

"Taser knuckles," Rebel responded as she lifted her fist to show a device that looked like brass knuckles on her hand. "Property of the CIA. They do a lot of damage when you use them right…they're really good when you want to take out your enemies."

"How'd you get it if you're not part of the CIA?"

"Enough of the stupid questions, Baxter, we have to get out of here before these two idiots come to their senses!" Rebel snapped as she watched Meena pull Newt to his feet out of the corner of her eye. "Corse, if we're speaking literally, that would take a while, but you get my point."

"We have to split up a different way, a more effective way," Mack said as she motioned for Sophie to jin her at her side. "These guys are only human, they wouldn't want to hurt 'vulnerable' girls." She put air-quote around the word 'vulnerable' and Rebel smirked a little. "So Rebel, Paroom, Sophie, and I will go one way, you three will go another. What I want you three to do is get President Martinez to the ballroom, that's where we'll be hiding."

"But if it's a ballroom…how're you going to enter it with balls in the way? I mean, wouldn't you be falling over them?" Newt asked as he tapped his chin.

"I have a feeling he put a lot of though into that question alone," Mack commented as Meena laughed a little.

"Newt, I'll explain the difference to you later," she offered. "Right now we need to protect America's Angel. C'mon, Sophie," she added as she took Sophie's hand and began running down the hall. Mack and Rebel exchanged a look before following Meena and Sophie down the hall.

"What's all this 'we' business? You can't even protect your own ass from yourself when you start to kill animals," Rebel said as she rolled her eyes.

"Hey hey hey!" Sophie shouted as they continued to run. "There's more important things to worry about. Like keeping me safe! I don't wanna die!"

"Relax, no one's going to die," Mack said in a reassuring voice, despite the fact that she was constantly checking over her shoulder to see if the kidnappers were following them. They turned a corner and ran into the ballroom where they ran backstage of the stage that was on the far wall. "Ok, genius, what's the plan now?"

Meena looked around the room and saw a rack of clothes. She looked back and forth between the rack and Rebel and Mack who were staring at her, waiting for an answer. A slow smile formed across her face as she said, "I think I got an idea."

"This has to be the dumbest idea I've ever heard!" Mack commented as she stepped out of the dressing room and placed the black hat on her head, pushing the ponytail underneath. She was wearing a black jacket, a white button down shirt with blue squiggles and sequins, black pants, and black shoes.

"I don't know, I kinda like the dress," Rebel commented as she came out behind Mack. She was wearing a blue dress that was fluffing out in the back which shone with sequins. Blue strappy heels were on her feet and a glittering blue band was on her arm and her wavy blond hair was pulled back. They both head headmics on their heads. Basically they were dressed like Sharpay and Ryan Evans from the High School Musical scene of Bop to the Top. Mack gave her a look and Rebel's eyes shifted as she asked, "What?"

"Here they come!" Sophie hissed as she and Meena dashed off the stage and towards the door where the kidnappers were coming in.

"I distinctly heard them say 'ballroom'," the first kidnapper said as they walked in.

"Welcome!" Meena said, dressed like an usher. "You're just in time for the show. Please, take your seats!" She shoved the kidnappers to the front row and literally shoved them into the seats. "Please! Enjoy the show!" The lights went down as salsa music played and a spotlight shone on the far right as Mack stepped onto the stage to perform High School Musical's hit "Bop to the Top" as a distraction.

"Mucho gusto," she said as she struck a pose.

"Hay que fabulosa," Rebel said as she also came onto the stage. "Ay ay ay."

"Arrrrrriba."

"Quieres bailar?"

"Mirame."

As the music continued they started dancing around as they sang. Mack noticed that the kidnappers, despite the fact that they were trying to capture Sophie, was paying attention. Behind them Sophie was crawling on the grown with a silver pen looking device in her hands.

The door opened and Newt, Jason, and Cory rushed in. They stopped when they saw Mack and Rebel on stage singing and looked around curiously. Newt noticed Sophie on the ground and motioned for her to come over. She jumped up and started running towards them when the kidnappers noticed the movement out of the corners of their eyes. As they jumped up they slid from the CIA Instant Oil Spill that Sophie placed on the ground. Growling, they got to their feet and ran after Sophie who had run out the door with Newt, Jason, and Cory.

"C'mon," Mack said as she jumped down from the stage and ran after them. Rebel hurried after them. Meena quickly ripped off the fake mustache that was on her upper lip, screamed, and followed them. Once they reached the hallway they saw the kidnappers on the ground tied up and Cory and Newt were sitting on them. Jason came back with Sophie, a couple of Secret Service agents, and President Martinez.

"Now will you believe us when we say someone's trying to kidnap your daughter? Dang man, we could've had a national crisis!" Rebel exclaimed as the Secret Service men handcuffed the kidnappers.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe you," President Martinez said as he looked over at Rebel and Mack. "Whatever you want, it's yours."

"Daddy, I want Rebel to be my babysitter too!" Sophie said as she tugged on her father's shirt.

"I don't think so, kid," Rebel stated as she looked down at the girl.

"Miss Samuels is in danger of losing her job," President Martinez said in a sing song voice.

"When do I start?" Rebel asked with fake enthusiasm.

"Right now, because I gotta go home," Mack said and laughed before she ran off.

"Don't think I don't know where you live, Montgomery!" Rebel watched as Mack disappeared down the hallway, ignoring Cory, Meena, and Newt who were walking back to Cory's place. Jason remained at her side and watched her face change from annoyance to suspicion.

"What?" Jason asked after a while.

"Something doesn't add up. Mack hates being around her mom for some reason. I say a little bit of investigation is needed."

"FINALLY!" Jason cheered as he pumped his fists into the air. Rebel couldn't help but smile a little before waving good bye to Sophie and they started down the hall. They decided to spy from outside Mack's bedroom window to see what was going on. Right as they couched down near the window Mack went storming into her room and slammed the door shut. Jaso stuck a suction cup on the window, which had a wire connecting to a walkie talkie like object. He pushed a button and every noise that was coming from the room they could hear.

"Stupid mom and her stupid accusations! I can't believe she thinks I'm doing that again!" Mack spat as she tossed her hat into the open closet door. She lifted a remote and pressed a button as Three Days Grace's Animal I Have Become started to play and she retreated to the bathroom. They waited by the window for five minutes before she came back out, dropped onto her bed, and began playing her metallic blue electric guitar to the song.

"Well, I didn't see or hear anything interesting," Rebel said as she ducked down and Jason removed the suction cup from the window. "Besides the fact that she plays guitar. Now that would be something interesting Lizard would want to know."

"Geeze Rebel, for someone who's a junior member of the CIA you really don't pay attention," Jason said as he shook his head.

"About what? It's obvious that Mack likes Lizard."

"Not that! When she came back from the bathroom she was wearing those arm warmer things that are made out of socks. She was wearing fingerless gloves earlier."

"What do you think that has to do with anything?"

"Hey, the best clue is sometimes the smallest clue."

"True. Let's get out of here before–" barking from across the ground sstopped Rebel as her eyes and Jason's eyes widened. They looked and saw two dogs racing towards them, barking angrily. They screamed and sprinted off. Inside the room Mack glanced towards the window with a suspicious look on her face but returned to playing the guitar.


A/N: Sorry it took me a while to update. This chapter is more like a filler but I had a lot of fun writing it. Review please.