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12jBradshaw: I'm happy you like it! I have a major plot twist up my sleeve... MWAHAHA! :)
Zach's POV
DANG IT! We lost Cammie! I feel crushed, and if I were the typical teenage boy, I would let some tears escape, but this is the real deal. I'm an assassin with assassin friends, and assassin enemies. Like my mom. I should've been more careful! It feels like something has been ripped out of my chest. Most crushes don't feel like this, I have quite the experience so I should know.
Before Cammie, before Gallagher, every time we went out of town from Blackthorne, I would always flirt and hit on girls with Grant, I full-heartedly admit that. Yeah, I was content, but something was different the time I bumped into the beautiful blonde I call Gallagher Girl.
Flashback
I was walking around the mall, searching for my tail: Cameron Ann Morgan, the Chameleon. Time was almost up. Grant's eyes widen.
"Look at that hot girl and her friend!" he whisper-yells to me in Japanese. I slowly turn my head over, knowing that Grant will probably convince me to go flirt with them. But this time it was different.
"Grant, you actually did something useful with that dumb mind of yours! Those are our tails!" I say, and Grant glares at me for my insult. I smile back cheekily.
I take a closer look at the two girls. One, with the shiny brown hair and mocha skin, was Bex, and by the look of it, she likes attention, but not in a snobby way. She seems like she could beat up Grant easily. Cameron, the second one, is a true Chameleon. She is what most people would picture a plain Jane: sort-of blond hair, kind-of tall, not too skinny. You're eyes would easily skip over her, even if you were looking hard. But she was beautiful nonetheless, in my eyes. She had the agility and speed of a spy, the brains to avoid the traps and scams. And her eyes. Those capturing eyes...
What? I never feel this way around some measly girl!
Bex and Cameron split up, and I follow my tail into the elevator. That's when I decide to pull out some M&Ms...
Flashback over
I snap back into reality. The remaining of Catherine's goons quickly escape, and the lady at the counter faints. Security comes rushing in, and sirens that were wailing in the distance are rapidly closing in at the store. A lean but muscular police officer comes towards us.
"Excuse me, sir, what's your name, and will you please retell the current situation?" He asks in a rough voice. I quickly regain my own voice.
"Sir, I'm Zachary Goode. We're from Blackthorne Institute and Gallagher Academy," I say politely. Recognition flashes in his eyes. He calls someone.
"Hi, yes Officer Morrison speaking, will you send them in? Thank you," and with that he leaves the scene along with his troop of officers.
Suddenly, a normal silver Toyota screeches to a halt right outside of Victoria's Secret. And none other than Abby Cameron, Joe Solomon and Rachel Morgan themselves step out. Rachel has small droplets of tears sliding down her face. Abby's emotions are a reflection of Rachel's. Joe is enraged. I cringe. Good(e)bye, world...
"I TRUSTED YOU ZACHARY WHERE IS MY GODDAUGHTER?!" He whisper-yells in a deadly quiet voice. Luckily, Rachel puts a hand on his shoulder and whispers "It's not his fault, Joe. You know he would've done anything to save her," Abby nods in agreement and with that Joe lowers his head and sighs. "It's just, she's like my own daughter!"
That signals the end of the conversation, and the three snap out of whatever trance they were in and quickly rush around, providing first-aid to the gang. We don't have any major injuries, some cuts and bruises, and some broken fingers.
Next, Liz and Jonas try to track down Cammie. They try hacking into the security cameras, but all the footage has been erased. Rachel calls in Brianna, a senior from Gallagher to help with the hacking. She has light brown hair, a tad bit darker than Cammie's "dishwasher blond" with clear sky blue eyes, instead of Gallagher Girl's misty ice blue ones with flecks of gray and sometimes hazel. She's also about half a head taller than Cammie, but a bit shorter than me. Unlike Cammie, she wouldn't fit perfectly into my side... WHY AM I COMPARING THE GIRL TO CAMMIE?!
Because you love her, and for once, that persistent voice in my head might be right.
We leave the geniuses to their work. Then we all search the grounds for any kind of clue. I'm about to give up when Macey frantically waves us over. It's a note. Macey shakily starts reading it for us.
Hi, it's Catherine and her goons,
That's what you call my guards, so I'll say it too.
I see that Abby, Rachel and Solomon have joined you as well,
Isn't that just swell?
I know you're desperate, so here's a clue:
She's in Canada, in Ontario,
Perhaps a city bearing the name Toronto?
Oh and Cammie's friends and my dear Zachy-poo,
Try a different tactic, try something new.
Because the COC will always be a step ahead of you.
-Catherine Goode, COC
Cammie's POV
"Be quiet, Cameron. I'm gonna help you escape," whispers the large burly guard. He has black hair and large hazel caring eyes with emerald flecks in them. Mmh... I miss Zach's eyes...
My eyes widen in shock. "R-Really? You would do that?" I'm a bit hesitant, this could all just be a big stinkin' lie.
"Trust me, I'm a double agent for the CIA. The name's Derek," he says to me in Latin and flashes me his ID. I nod, but couldn't the cameras see us?
He seemed to read my mind. "The camera's are temporarily disabled. Here's some food, you'll need the energy," he says and hands me a plate of mashed potatoes, beans and a chicken wing. I quickly scarf it down. He takes the empty plate. "I'll be back with the medical supplies," he says and scurries off.
He returns 10 seconds later, but without anything. I'm about to ask, when he starts talking about this base.
"You're at a base in Toronto, Canada. (Sup Canadians! I'm one too :) In total there are only 10 bases worldwide. In this particular base, there are literally 5 cameras and nothing else. 1 guard is at the entrance, but here's a loaded gun just in case," Derek says and hands me a handgun. Something sparked in his eyes.
"The medical kit! I nearly forgot!" He leaves the room in a rush. 5 seconds later, Derek returns.
"This might sting a little," he says while disinfecting my wounds. I internally wince a bit. He puts band-aids over them.
"So you are in Toronto-" he starts, but I interrupt him.
"I already know," I say unsurely. Didn't Derek just tell me all the info?
"Right, of course you do, you're the Chameleon!" he replies with a laugh. I laugh along with him nervously. Something is off, but I'm not sure what.
A/N Whaddya think? I'd love to know, my faithful readers!
P.S. What do you think I should call you guys?
-Spies
-Students of Gallagher
-M&Ms (I dunno I suck at names!)
Or anything else you guys would like.
