Hey guys! Well, here's the last chapter! It's kind of a rushed crappy ending. But live with it. Because I'm making a sequel. Said sequel shouldn't be up for at least a month. Hope you've liked the story! Keep writing! Peace!
~Eyes for Eternity
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The Life and Times of Zee Lynn
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"What, you feel the need to come protect us just because we're girls? I thought you knew better! We'll be fine, Zach, just go!" Cammie yelled. Zach looked hurt.
"Well it's true! Girls naturally aren't as good fighter as guy-" Grant started. I interrupted him.
"Our flight is leaving. Let's go." Cammie and Macey grabbed our bags out of the trunk, and started towards the airport. I stayed back, glaring at the boys.
"We don't need your help. Don't come after us. Don't track us. And if you don't mind, could someone drive the car back?" I said, tossing them the car keys. They just stared at me in shock. Shock over what, I didn't know. I picked up my bag, and ran after Cam and Mace. We just barely caught the plane, it left about a minute after we boarded. The three of us were sitting on the right side of the isle, closest to the cockpit. I had window seat, Cammie in the middle, Macey at the end.
"How'd you get the ticke-" Macey began.
"Don't ask," I said, cutting her off. It was really pretty complicated. Let's just say it involved a family of five, a weapons dealer, and seven free trips to Tahiti.
The ride really didn't last very long. Just a few hours. When we got to Roseville, we got our bags and started running. We had two miles to cover, and the criminals had a lot of advantages. But we eventually reached school grounds. To find it heavily guarded.
"Crap! What do we do?" Macey asked. Cammie and I just shared a knowing look, before leading her to one of the passageways. It was concealed in the five-foot-thick brick wall bordering the school grounds, and lead straight to a vent in the headmistress' office. It was a straight tunnel, no openings until you reached the vents. It was essentially perfect.
I was lying on my stomach, looking down on Rachel Morgan and Joe Solomon, tied up in the office.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? CIA's best. Morgan and Solomon. Hmm. Where'd the other two Morgans go? Oh, that's right. Dead. And tied up. Now, are we going to get what we want, or will it be the hard way to go?" a voice asked.
"We'll tell you nothing," Rachel insisted. The man smirked, before pulling out what looked like a Taser. That's when I decided to come down. I kicked through the grate, and swung down, knocking the man unconscious. Cammie came next, then Macey. Cammie and I fought the other men in the room, and Macey untied Solomon and Mrs. Morgan. When all the men were knocked out, Solomon looked at me funny.
"What?" I asked, confused. He shook his head, and turned to the door. We followed him out, and were ambushed by guards. That's when my spy instincts took over.
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I can't remember exactly what happened after that. It all went fast. Kicks, punches, Napotine patches. Ropes and duct tape. A little metal disc. I don't know why it's a blur. It was just…it was the worst situation I'd ever been in. Maybe my mind didn't want to be able to remember it. Maybe… Regardless, I couldn't reply when Tina asked me what exactly had happened two weeks later. She was leaning across the table, insisting that I had killed one of the guards. I may have. But I didn't know.
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Gallagher was safe. A retrieval team had come from the Base to take care of the Cavan agents. The disc was back in place, using one of my (patented) ElectroShock security systems. We were back at Gallagher, back to normal. The Blackthorne boys had been informed of the outcome, but hadn't gotten the chance to visit. M16 had gotten their firewall. I was seeing my dad next month . Visiting Mom's grave next week. Getting a new cast on my broken arm tomorrow.
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My life had been perfect. Dad had the most important job in the country. Mom taught me to hack a computer. Went to a normal school. But the Circle seemed to think I didn't deserve it.
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My life is a living Hell. Dad's a criminal. Mom's dead. Go to spy school. Hunted by criminals. Career will kill me. How'd this happen?
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My new motto: Trust no one. Not even family.
Hell, don't I know it.