Before we could even move, two very scary things happened at once. One was a loud shriek (we're talking ear – splitting, glass breaking loud) came from the direction of the room connected to the one we were standing in. The other was a very loud and very long stream of expletives coming from the same general direction.
The girl in me wanted to run as far away from said room as I could, but the spy in training in me (and the spy in Cammie) wanted to check it out.
The spy / spy in training won.
We ran into the room, expecting to find something awful. Or, I was at least. I'm not sure what Cammie was thinking. What we found was, well, disappointing. There was nothing in the room.
Cammie started running across the empty room, and came to another door. I hadn't even noticed it, but she pulled it open. Just as she did, there was another scream, similar to the first. I covered my ears, but Cammie didn't even flinch. She blocked the doorway, making sure that I didn't go inside the room.
"There are motion detectors in this room. Have you ever disabled a sensor?" I shook my head. "Right. Stand right here; don't step into this room until I tell you to, okay?" I nodded. "Be ready to run across to that door and open it." I nodded again, and Cammie climbed up the built – in shelves. I was afraid she would fall, but I realized that she probably had better balance than I did, and I was in gymnastics for five years. She pried the vent off, and set it on one of the shelves before climbing into the air duct. I was shocked that it was big enough for a person to fit into it! Thirty seconds later (yes, I counted), she climbed back out of the vent and down the shelves, telling me to go the second she got her head out of the vent. I ran towards the door, and grabbed the handle. It wasn't locked, so I opened it, and heard Cammie's footsteps behind me. I held it open for her, and she ran through with me following close behind.
The first thing I saw was one of the teachers tied up, and four men (in black, of course) surrounding her. They had spun around when Cammie and I had run in, and I, for one, was freaking out. Two of the guys started for Cammie, and one came after me. The fourth stayed by the teacher, who's eyes were super wide. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cammie flip the first one, and struggle with the second. She was good, but these guys were better. That was scary.
The one that came after me must have been new. He could have done anything and caught me off guard, but he stood there for a second. Well duh, I hit him in the stomach. What was I supposed to do, wait? Nope.
He bent over, and the fourth guard ran to me. Cammie finally knocked her second attacker off his feet, who, in the process of falling, hit my guy. Cammie nodded toward the teacher, and started making sure that the guys didn't wake up any time soon. I slipped around the fallen men, and untied the teacher. I was actually surprised that she hadn't done it herself, because the knots were pretty easy. I get the whole concept that it's harder when your hands are tied, but really. She's a spy teacher. What's up with that?
I think she knew what I was thinking (what's up with these people and mind reading?!), because she looked apologetic.
"This was supposed to be fake… A test. My role was to get captured," she said, making air quotes around the last word. "So I let them tie my hands, and then I realized that I didn't know the people that were standing there. That was the scream. I think there's someone else in the next room over… No one in here yelled curse words."
"Rats!" I muttered, and Cammie came over to us. I explained what the teacher had told me, and she shook her head.
"That's just great." I followed her to the door at the other side of the room, and the teacher followed me. Cammie opened it slowly, and, sure enough, there was another teacher, a man this time, tied up. Only this time, there weren't any guards. I was fully prepared to run straight to the man, untie him, and go back to my room.
Cammie, however, didn't share the same idea. Neither did the teacher. She boosted Cammie up, who climbed into yet another ceiling duct. I stood back and watched, fully realizing that my beginners luck was gone. I had no clue what was going on.
The lights flickered in both rooms, and I heard Cammie mutter something in a foreign language. I still didn't know what was going on, but I had a sneaky suspicion that it wasn't good.
(A/N: So, I'm supersupersupersuper sorry. I had a… technical issue. Some call it grounding. In other words, I couldn't get on the computer. But I'm off until January 6th, so I'll force myself to write. And we're getting wireless soon… So my iTouch will have internet access! Woo. That's good for you guys, because I can write anywhere (Like in my room at night. Don't tell my parents.) Anyway, I hope you like it.)