Disclaimer: I don't own the Gallagher Girls series. Ally Carter/Sarah Leigh Fogleman owns them.
Spies, Spies Everywhere
Cammie "the Chameleon" Morgan
Chapter Eleven: More Hidden Rooms, Less Time to Watch
It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. As soon as the ground dropped, gravity took hold, and we were falling down metallic tubes. It was scary because it was pitch black. And it was exciting because we were riding like one of those roller coasters on a theme park. But as long as we have went below, it was quick when the ground opened underneath us, and we collapsed on large air cushion to break our falls. I ended up in a heap on Zach's chest, feeling the hard pectoral abs (I admit, it I blushed!). "G-gah." I rolled back when Macey smashed into me, knocking the breath out of me.
"That was eventful." Our friend with the wire-rimmed glasses said with a crooked smile. She was walking, twirling her USB flash drive in her hand, walking in front of a wall of concrete. Audrey steadily pulled me up with a tug, and I took a look at the room.
It was as big as the lobby, yet it was entirely formed of concrete. There were no chairs, or potted plants (they had surveillance cameras) not even a sign that said, "The Empty Room That Leads to Nowhere." That's what it looks like now.
"Why is the room completely empty? How are we going to get up?" Macey asked while shooting her stares at Audrey and Faith. They both exchanged looks, seeming to smile at an inside joke before was Audrey saying, "The concrete is packed with dynamite enough to destroy the library above us." She stopped in front of the concrete wall.
"Oh." My friend paled.
Audrey stared at it deeply, taking a deep breath before turning to us. "This is very confidential. Zach, Cammie, and Macey," she addressed to us with her leveled gaze, "Will you hold our secrets so you remain someone we trust?"
"Yes." The three of us said.
"Do you promise to not trespass these restricted grounds without permission and to not steal property or human personnel?" she asked.
"We promise." We chorused. I felt like I was going to see something that few people knew, and much fewer, seen. Audrey took that as a sacred vow and turned to the blank slate of a wall and said, "Nyliram Enots."
Whirling noises erupted in front of us as the wall parted into double doors. A dim passageway was lit by semi-bright lanterns, followed by a metal track that ran smoothly up several steps.
Seeing as how they went in, I went after. Prior to that, the doors slammed together with a loud resonance. The hall was hard to navigate around. "Where are you taking us?" I asked.
"A place where we can show you what you've done over the summer, Cammie. It's just in our turf now." No longer was Faith's voice joking, meaning it was a serious matter. But when you're a spy-in-training, almost everything is a serious matter. The long hall stopped again with a steel door that glinted in the little light to see. Faith rapped the door smartly with twelve hard raps, three softly in rapid succession, and then she kicked the door.
Zach and I shared a look. "I guess you've got to be smart where you place your doors." He guessed. "What do you think this is about? Bex and Liz aren't here. Or weren't here." He said more to himself than Macey and I.
The door was eased open as the principal of the Stone's Advanced School for the Gifted poked her head out. "Oh, good morning." She said cheerfully, sounding entirely like Liz wide awake on a WEEKEND MORNING! "Might as well get in, we don't want some freshmen sneaking in the grounds." She explained, sliding the door shut behind us.
The room was metallic, running computers behind a dozen seniors eyes glued to the computer, looking like procrastinating students trying to buy time to play, or sort of write stories (not that I know any spy writers). They spoke quickly, a few going off to another screen, typing rapidly.
"So, Cammie, Zach, and Macey, this is the office of the League of Webs. We have been researching for intelligence in the Circle. We know their plans, and when to strike. But it's all between the weigh of risks and rewards; our double agents are always in danger. Do you remember why you're here?"
"Is it because I need to remember? I want to know who I was with." I said.
"Precisely." Faith said, and then walked to a lone computer in a corner. "We have audio and surveillance."
"What is it about?" Zach asked as we came over. We stared at the screen. It was paused at 00:00. "The video is about…?"
Mrs. Woode rolled in a few chairs, and she, Macey, and I sat. She exchanged headphones and we stuffed them on. Suddenly everything seemed cool although the room was well-insulated. Audrey clicked "Play," and then the screen became alive.
This is pretty short, since I've been in conflict to either type long or short.