A/N; Hellooo.. So here's chapter eight.. I know its a bit short but I'm uploading chapter nine now ;) Enjoy, and as always, R&R!
DISCLAIMER- I only own the idea and the new (invented characters) Unfortunately!
KATE'S POV
"Where to now?" Mark asks, yawning as we leave the class room. I spot Cammie and Bex enter the lift to sublevel one and frown.
"I wonder.." I trail off, starting for the lift. I press my finger to the needle.
"Katherine Cunningham." It states in its robotic voice. "State your purpose."
"Requested presence sublevel one."
"Access allowed." The doors slide open.
"All of you press your fingers to the needle. Please note anything you see from now on is highly classified." They do as I ask, piling into the elevator. When they're all in, the doors slide shut again. I glance at Evan. "You don't usually start cove-ops until sophomore year, but given that your allowed in Evan I assume that doesn't apply to you." The elevator shudders to a stop and the doors open again. Mr Solomon is waiting at the doors, smiling.
"Welcome to sublevel one. As the headmistress said, I'm Mr Solomon." He turns on his heel and begins to walk towards the room. I jog to catch up with him.
"How did Evan get in?" I say, lowering my voice so they don't hear me. He purses his lips and glances at me.
"Desperate times, as they say Miss Cunningham, call for desperate measures." He pushes open the door, entering the classroom. The sophomore class is sitting silently facing the front. Chairs have been added at the back of the room as well as a stool at the front I assume is for me. He nods towards it, confirming what I thought. I jog lightly over, plonking down on the wood. He hands me a file.
"Thirty seconds." I nod, opening it. Its a cover.
Name; Chloe King
Age; 21
DOB; 20/07/91
Place of birth; London, England
Family; Parents deceased, one younger sister, Tiegan, at boarding school
Workplace; MI6
And a whole load of other information like vegetarian and stuff. Thirty seconds later he lifts the file off me and passes identical sheets to everyone in the room.
"Before we start, do any of our visitors have any questions about covert operations?"
"Will we be using guns?" Mark bursts out. He raises an eyebrow and goes to lean on his desk. "I think I'll let Miss Cunningham answer that one." I fix him with a stare.
"In our business, Mr James, if you need a gun then it's usually too late for a gun to be of any use."
"Exactly. Now. When you entered the class, I gave Miss Cunningham a file. I let her read it for thirty seconds then took it off her. Covers are a key part of our business and can be the difference between life and death. Now, the technique Miss Cunningham just used isn't taught until senior year, but I thought it would make for a good demonstration. Tonight, Miss Cunningham will be going on a very important mission to apprehend one of the leaders of the circle of cavan." Out of the corner of my eye, I see Cammie freeze and Zach lay a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "This will be her cover so it is vital she knows it like the back of her hand, as the saying goes. Now, each of you have been handed a copy of the file, and I want you to use them as a reference as I interrogate her." He takes a seat opposite me. I cross my ankles and smile sweetly, getting into character.
"Name."
"Chloe King." I say in a british accent, smoothing my hair.
"And why are you interested in joining the circle, Miss King?" I roll my eyes at him.
"Please. Call me Chloe." He smirks.
"Fine. Chloe." I shift in my seat, locking eyes with him.
"MI6 is stuck in the past, unfortunately. And I approve of the circles message. They have the right idea."
"And how do I know that you can be trusted, Chloe?"
"Oh please. You can hardly afford to be picky, dear. You're losing more and more employees by the day. The Gallagher Girls are getting the better of you. Just like they did a hundred years ago."
"How did you know about that?" I point to myself, smirking.
"Spy." He smirks again, turning to the class.
"Your turn."
"How is your sister?" Mick Morrison asks.
"Tiegan is perfectly well. Not that we talk very much, of course."
"What happened to your parents?" Bex calls. I force tears.
"They went on a mission." My voice breaks and I swallow hard. "And never came home. But I'm afraid that's classified."
"When did you graduate?"
"2009."
"What school did you go to?"
"That's classified."
"Miss King." Mr Solomon says, turning back to face me. "What can you bring to the circle? What do you have that others don't?" I smile menacingly, locking eyes with him.
"Well that's very simple." I pause briefly, cocking my head on one side. "I have the thing you most desire." I pause again, for effect. "I have the nine."
