AN: Yay! Im so glad you all liked the last chapter! The truth is, my writing was getting very bland and predictable so I tried a technique that Kate Brian, one of my favorite authors always uses: Mix it up! That was about as much of sharp turn in the story as I could think of. Here it goes!
Chapter 14: The Armory
When I finally reached the Grand Hall and my mothers office, I stood in the doorway, frozen. What was I doing? What could I do? So I sat down on the bench next to the door and leaned against the wall. But things aren't always what they seem.
A small finger print pad popped out of the bench as my head hit the sensor on the wall. I lightly pressed my thumb into the pad and the portrait of Kathleen Harold, the Gallagher Girl who invented the nuclear bomb, slid open. As I silently got up off the bench, I made sure no one was looking and slid into the passageway. The portrait closed behind me and a row of lights lighted the small corridor.
I don't know how long I roamed that passageway before I came to the center, a room where they had kept old weapons back in the 30's. I expected to find roman candles, and the earlier stages of nitroglycerin. What I didn't expect to find was a boy staring back at me.
As I walked into the small room, Zach was sitting on the small circular bench in the middle of the dark room. And I know that spies aren't startled very easily, but I couldn't help it. I jumped back about two feet. He was facing the opposite way but he caught my movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to face me. "Don't do that!" I said with my hand on my heart.
He smirked and leaned his elbows on his knees, "Hey. You walked in second!" He joked. I laughed slightly, not exactly able to get into the happy mood. I slid onto the bench next to him and rested my elbows on my knees and rubbed my temples. "You okay?" Zach asked, sounding, for once, genuinely concerned.
I took in a deep breath and sat up a little straighter, "I've been better but I'll live." He looked at me with concern but then he turned and looked down at his hands. We sat there silently for a few minutes before I broke the silence.
"Zach, if you know anything, anything at all, about what is going on here, I need you to tell me. This isn't just another game," I said sullenly. He didn't answer me but seemed to be thinking.
"Do you really think that I would have known anything about this?" He asked looking me in the eye.
"Well you seem to know everything else," I said trying to joke, but neither of us laughed.
He looked so serious. It was almost scary, "Don't think I like the idea of this anymore than you do." He looked back down at his hands.
I looked around the room and noticed the little details. There were no candles in this room. The only light was the moonlight shining through the skylight in the ceiling. Little mice scurried around the floor, leaving little prints in the dust on the floor.
"Sooo... Now what?" I asked Zach. He took a deep breath and became the Zachary Goode that I had met last year at the warehouse: the spy.
"Now we do what we do best," he said looking at me. "We spy."
AN: So this was mostly a filler chapter. Sorry! REVIEW! I don't care if you already reviewed for me! Always review!