AN: Hola, mis amigos! OK I'm sorry this is late again , and it is my fault, but I want you to enjoy my story and although I know exactly where it's going I wasn't sure what should be on this. No one did the language competition last time so no virtual hugs! OK the answer was Hindi and this one's easy so I expect everyone to get it! OK shout outs … thank you to … blubbryblu, madylolo, BlueHeelsKill (yes they do) and brime19! Thank you so much all of you, you made my day which was actually quite a depressing one actually: two Deutsch Tests! Uuurgh! Anyway here we go.

Disclaimer: Ummm despite coming up with chapter, haven't come up with one of these. I had one … but then I forgot it. So … umm … I don't own The Gallagher Girls, sadly … yeeah (awkward turtle)!

The Gallagher Academy: Final Stand

Chapter 10: Macey's POV

The country was fabulous, the weather was fabulous, the views were fabulous, everything was fabulous except the situation. The situation was awful, annoying, etc. I don't want to open a dictionary but you get the idea. I made sure to sit in the front passenger seat, next to Abby as she drove – dangerously, mind you – through the outer streets of Athens. The bustling markets on the pavements outside had people shouting at each other, trying desperately to buy fresh, home-grown vegetables at a cheaper and cheaper price. Families bustled in between bright, colourful stores, tanned little children pointing at wooden toys and sweets that lay in jars on counter-top surfaces.

Behind the car, dust on the tarmac, blew up catching the wind and swirling around. Abby was smiling next to me her sunglasses covering her blue – instead of brown – eyes, her shiny mahogany hair blowing in the breeze. She nodded her head to the backseat and I looked in the rear view mirror, to see Cammie, Zach and Mick. Zach was in the middle, Cammie's head resting on his shoulder and she was looking straight ahead out of the window at the sight of Athens unfurling below us. Zach had his eyes closed and his hand was squeezing hers. Mick was looking out the window at the passing sights, smiling at all the things passing by her window, she'd probably hadn't been to anywhere like here.

I smiled to myself at Cammie and Zach, and then snuggled further into the already very hot seat.

Two hours later and we had reached a small house on the corner of Athens, near the sea and the public ferry that would take us to Poros – the island where my father was being kept. It was a small cottage with just enough rooms, one for Cammie and I, one for Mick and Abby and the final one for Zach. Mine and Cammie's was plain with wooden floorboards, a simple white cotton bed, a chest of drawers with a simple gilt-framed mirror, a wooden wardrobe, a simple en-suite and best of all a safe in the bed. Yes that's right, safes. Built into the bed, the wall, the mirror, everywhere. Well, what did you expect this was a CIA Safe House.

Cammie and I plonked our 'heavy' suitcases on our respective beds and started to unpack. Halfway through she started to look at the wall intently. I tipped my head back and sighed "Stop thinking about Zach we need to focus! We're scoping out the base tonight, we need to stay in control of our thoughts!" I said exasperated. OK, I admit it if someone like Zach liked me the way Zach liked Cammie, I'd be a little distracted but right now a hot boyfriend was not the key issue. Cammie chuckled and turned to face me.

"I wasn't thinking about that," she defended herself whilst blushing "I was actually looking at that wall." I scoffed

"Duh!"

"No! I mean is there something odd about it too you? The dust motes all cling to it in a square and well, there's a gap at the base between the floor and where it starts." I looked at her and she looked at me. We both grinned and then got on our hands and knees to see even closer. Cammie was right (no surprise there) the dust was clinging in a square. It acted as a concealer of the incredibly thin crevice outline of a door. I brushed away the dust as Cammie got down and looked at the gap between the floor and the wall.

"Got it," she said suddenly and she stood up walked along constantly following the base of the wall before stopping in front of the bedside table. Confused I looked at her and bent down to see what she had seen. A thin light was behind the wall except for one block that was black. With a start I realised this was the catch and then my eyes followed another thin block of darkness. It was so thin, the metal wire continued right until you guessed it … the bedside table. I nodded understanding what Cammie was doing and that she was actually fully altogether when she turned the left handle of the top drawer.

There was a puff and the door edge popped outwards into the room. The ridge along its edge was just enough for us to pull it open using our fingertips. And so that's what we did.

"Macey," Cammie stated plainly, confidently "we're in."

20 minutes later, Cammie and I were far along the tunnel, we were walking slowly so that we wouldn't miss any other branches that went off to the side. Liz was guiding us in our Comms Units.

"Alright," came her soft, southern voice. It looks like you're heading towards a small, private cliff-face."

"Bookworm, a small private … cliff-face?" I asked questioning her. I could hear Cammie giggle in front of me.

"I don't know if it's a beach, it could be a cliff-face, from the sounds of your descriptions it hasn't been used in ages."

"Bookworm," Cammie suddenly said slowly "how do you know where we are going?"

There was a muffled response on the other end. A sort of shuffling noise, and then an exasperated Bex, you idiot! Cammie turned around from in front of me and gave me a puzzled look. We soon got our answer.

"Bex was worried about you so she put a tracker in your Comms Units. I don't think it dawned on the spy-in-training how easily that would mean her two best-friends could be tracked!" I sighed for the seventh time that day and walked forward crashing into Cammie's backside and toppling over.

"Cammie!" I shouted "I know the whole world is going for the grunge look but quite honestly I don't like it and I don't think cob webs go with it either!"

Cammie didn't say anything, she just pointed ahead. I followed her finger and saw the end of the Secret Passageway.

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