Hey guys! Well, here's eleven. I'm thinking that the story will wrap up really soon. I just have to figure out one more big event to happen first. Peace!

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The Life and Times of Zee Lynn

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And that's how we ended up on a plane to Westbrook, Maine. Eating macaroni and cheese. And may I just said, that macaroni and cheese was exceptionally terrible. I was stuck between Macey and Zach, having to hold down said macaroni and cheese watching Zach and Cammie, who was in the window seat, make out. Let's just say it wasn't the most pleasant plane ride ever. And that's not even factoring in the thick wraps of gauze secured to my shoulder, which was beginning to itch…badly.

So I had to suffice by blasting music through my iPod, which was sadly running low on battery, and try and block out the mushy noises from Zach and Cammie. But I was at the point where I wanted to claw my eyes out when the stewardess (who seemed to be a little too nice to Zach) delivered our macaroni, and Zach and Cammie started feeding each other. Can I say vomit? So I sat there, trying to keep my mind from the disgusting display before me, and concentrate on calculating the exact shade of orange of my noodles. And my attempts failed, miserably. Lucky Macey. She had a sleep mask and sound-eliminating headphones. And she didn't have to sit…right…next…to them. I was contemplating just slapping Napotine patches on both of them, but then the flight attendant made an announcement on the intercom.

"We'll be landing soon, please secure any loose personal belongings, and seatbelts. Thank you for flying Delta airlines." Zach and Cammie pulled apart, and stuffed extra items in their bags. They clicked their seatbelts on, and started talking. I put my iPod in my bag, and pulled my seatbelt across. I turned to wake up Macey, but she had already packed and buckled. She really is the most unlikely spy ever.

The plane landed just minutes later. We got off, and Zach rented a car. Macey and Cammie seemed ultimately thrilled about going to Blackthorne. I, on the other hand, was actually kind of annoyed. I had been there before. And I didn't like it. It was like a military school. Of course, just as Gallagher's cover was a snotty rich girl boarding school, Blackthorne's was military school. So I wasn't exactly far from the mark.

We had gotten a plain silver Sentra, and Zach began driving. Of course, nt until blindfolding Cammie and Macey, tying their hands behind their backs, and just about everything else to prevent them from finding out anything they didn't need to know. He didn't bother with me. For one, I was his sister, although I didn't see how he counted that as a reason, for two, I had been there many, many times, and not once was I blindfolded and bound. I probably knew more about the school than he did. And so I got shotgun, and Macey and Cammie were in the backseat, complaining. Too bad he didn't tape their mouths too.

"We are in a life or death situation Zach, we deserve to know where we are!"

"I swear, I will unleash Tina on you if you don't spill right this minute! You have no clue how annoying her false theories can be!"

"Zachary Brandon Goode! I demand to know where we are!"

Until finally, "ENOUGH! You are in Westbrook, Maine. That's all you need to know." Well, Zach sure knew how to stick it to the man…woman. Macey understood what no meant. Cammie, on the other hand, had decided to use her feminine charm to learn where we are.

"But Zachy! What if someone gets hurt, or Cavan follows us? We'll need to know where the nearest safe zone is," she said innocently. Zach instantly melted. I had a new threat. Zachy. What kind of pet name it that?

"We're on Alb-" But that's as far as he got, before I smacked my hand over his mouth. And socked him in the gut hard enough to disable his speaking abilities for at least three minutes.

When he finally caught his breath and gained the priority to speak, he didn't say where we were.

"What the hell!" he said.

"Well I wasn't going to let you tell them! What kind of spy, much less sister would I be if I let you blow the biggest secret in your school. Gallagher students have been wondering where you are for years! I will not let you blow your cover just because your girlfriend insists on it," I said. Cammie was probably glaring at me from under the blindfold. Wow. Great threat.

"Well I was just going to give them a fake address, anyway," Zach said. I rolled my eyes.

"Well why did you start off with the right word then?" I asked. He didn't reply.

We got to Blackthorne minutes later. Zach guided Macey and Cammie out of the car and to the door, while I worked on the security system. I still can't figure out how he had driven through the booby traps and driveway security, but he did. I finished hacking the system, and the doors swung open, revealing some very displeased looking uniformed Blackthorne boys. Of course, their uniforms were in much better shape than Zach's. (Did I mention we had to change into our uniforms on the way there? They were the only clothes we had in the car, unless we wanted to stay in formal wear.) They took game faces when I walked into the picture.

"Relax, Martians. We come in peace," I said, holding up the peace sign with my left hand. They scowled.

"Okay, start a war with me because my Dad is a traitor. But keep in mind, I can floor five of you in under ten seconds, dearest tenth graders," I said, smiling sweetly. They moved back a little.

"Good. Now, Cammie and Macey would like to be un-blindfolded, so if you don't mind," I said, gesturing for them to scatter. And what do you know, they did. Only to reveal Dr. Steve. Joy, oh great joy.

"Hello, Zach! I see you're back! And Zarah, always a pleasure to see you!" he said.

"Well, at least it's not hostility…" I mumbled under my breath. He smiled knowingly.

"I'm sorry about your parents. This is a shock to us all. Please, come in, everyone!" Wow. Um…overenthusiastic, much? We followed Steve to his office, getting angry, lusty, and envious looks the whole walk. Angry at me, lusty at Macey, and envious at Zach. Of course, Macey couldn't see the looks she was getting yet. They were both still blindfolded. We walked in the office, which looked exactly like Rachel Morgan's, except a bit bigger, with a big leather armchair behind the oak desk in place of the office chair behind the cherry wood one at Gallagher. Mr. Steve motioned for us to sit down at a sofa in front of the desk. Macey and Cammie were still blindfolded. But we sat down, and Zach untied the cloth. They looked around, adjusting to the bright fluorescent light.

"Excellent. Now, Zachary, you'll be resuming your studies. Ladies, Gallagher is currently in a lockdown phase, so you'll be staying with us. I assume you'd like to accompany in the boys' classes?" he asked. Macey and Cammie hesitantly nodded. I snorted.

"They can barely be called classes. They mean it when they say Gallagher has the toughest curriculum in the world. It's harder than Blackthorne's," I said.

"How would you know?" Zach asked.

"When Dad came here on business when I was six, I would get bored, and sit in on classes. It was really boring. Seriously, plus you didn't have to sit through Culture and Assimilation class. That, my good friend, is truly torturous," I said. They looked shocked at how easily I mentioned my dad. I only could because I didn't consider him family anymore. Zach was the only one I had left now. And Macey's family.

My parents met on a mission when they were new to the CIA. They were supposed to be mission partners, but it ended up growing into something more. And they both were pretty much orphans. My mom was a twin, but her sister was killed when she was nine. My dad was an only child. Both sets of my grandparents were killed on a mission when my parents were seventeen and nineteen. So my family consisted of Mom and Dad (although he is now referred to as 'the traitor'), the McHenrys, and Zach, and his parents. When they died, it was just me, my parents, the McHenrys, and my brother. Now my mom was dead, and I had personally taken the traitor off my family list. So it was just Zach and the McHenrys.

"I assume you've all left your luggage in the…er…scramble to escape HQ. Zachary, you still have uniforms here at the school, but I imagine the girls would want to go shopping. You have until seven to get back," Steve said. Macey got that evil glint in her eyes.

"Macey, we have no need for anything but uniforms. Which means no formal shopping," I said. Her face fell, then turned into a glare directed at me. Steve motioned for us to leave, and we walked out. Zach went back to his room, and I led the girls to the elevator leading to the Blackthorne garage. We got to the bottom, and Cammie and Macey's eyes literally popped out of their heads.

Mercedes, Lambourghini, Porsche, Ferrari, Ford, Nissan, Saturn, Land Rover, Hummer…you name it, they've got the car. Macey ran around, looking like she'd never seen an Italian sports car before. I knew for a fact she had, because on one vacation I spent with her family, she drove me around (shopping) in a Ferrari. Cammie, on the other hand…well she'd been in spy school her whole life. She'd never really driven a car. Unless you count the Driver's Ed they took. And so Macey found the "Perfect Porsche", as she liked to put it, and we drove off into town. Steve was letting them just…drive there, so I assumed them knowing where we were was fine.

The Westbrook Mall was actually pretty nice. It wasn't huge, but it was big enough, and had about three clothes stores, a Kmart, a movie theatre, two jewelry stores, and a food court. We went to the J.C. Penney's for uniforms. Poor Macey. She was tempted by about everything she saw…other than the uniforms. We got six sets each. Plaid skirts, white blouses, pretty much everything I found by surprise in my closet the day before I left for Gallagher. We paid, and Macey insisted on buying quality accessories. Cammie told her they had to match the uniform. So, now we had a whole lot of blue plaid purses, headbands, hairties, shoelaces (yes, she insisted on designer shoeslaces), bracelets, necklaces…well, you get the point. We drove back to Blackthorne, and were greeted by Zach, Grant, Jonas, and Kody. Wow. No coincidence there.