Grant's P.O.V.
They were good, not going to lie. But were better. I took on Lush and Gibbs while Jake handled Francis. I allowed my attackers to surround me. Lush threw a high kick. I dodged it, grabbing into her ankle. She was tiny, like Liz tiny, so I spun. My movement caused her to fly into the air and swing her into her accomplice. Gibbs tried to catch her and he did, but he stumbled and that was all I needed. I sent my own kick out and nailed Gibbs in the right knee. He stumbled. I was able to lash out, leaving Napotine matches on each of their foreheads. They slumped onto the ground. I turned to help Jake, but he was leaning against the wall, arms crossed with Francis on the ground at his feet, completed with the napotine-patched forehead.
"Thanks for the help." I scoffed.
"Not a problem. We better get back to the girls." I felt horrible leaving Zach to fend for himself, but we had no idea where he was, at least the girls we could find.
Cammie's P.O.V.
This was not good. Seven against three. That's at least two a piece. Without speaking we decided who would take on who. Bex, the best at combat, took on three: Garret and Daniel Morris and Mollie Moore. Sure they were the least skilled out of the group according to Zach's ranking, but strength in numbers, while not something to be relied upon, should never be overlooked. Macey, the newest to the world of espionage and that which in entails, took Elizabeth Moore and Maxwell Crane. That left me with Mary Housley and Mark Carter.
Housley was easy enough to take out, I was amazed she was a governing piece of the Circle. I threw a punch landing it square on her breast. For all you men out there, a shot to the boob hurts. Bad. She stumbled back; using her hesitation to my advantaged I sent a hard kick into her stomach, she fell to the ground clutching it. I spun around, leg still in the air, aiming at Carter's head, but he caught it. I did a flip thing. I think I sprained my ankle in doing so, but his grip was so tight he moved with it. He lost his balance and I kicked him in the head. He was out cold. I ran to Housley, still on the ground and slapped a Napotine patch on her doing the same to Carter.
I turned about, looking for friends in need of help. Macey had taken down Crane and was just about to do Moore in, so I moved my way over to Bex. Moore was already on the ground, Napotine patch on her head. I attacked Daniel from behind. He struggled, but I was able to slap a patch on his chest. He muttered a really bad Italian word before slipping to the ground, unconscious. At this point, Macey was able to demolish her opponent, as was Bex. We stood there, three average teenage girls (aside from the gorgeous Macey), with eight bodies lying unconscious around us.
"How in the world did you manage this?" Grant and Jake ran out the entrance, stopping short at the sight.
Macey shrugged, "Psh, this? I've done worse at a shoe sale." I wouldn't doubt that. At that moment Liz and Jonas came running up.
"What'd yo- I don't wanna know." Liz shook her head, "The comms units gave out. We have no idea where Zach is. They must have a jammer."
I didn't think it through, I just started running, and once I started running, I didn't stop.
Zach's P.O.V.
I had no way of leaving this alive, so I threw up my hands in surrender, but apparently, that wasn't enough. I heard the shot. I braced for the piercing bullet to make contact.
The bullet didn't hit my chest, my head, my knee, nowhere. I opened my eyes. There she was, in all her glory holding a gun to Dylan Abbott's head. Her dark red hair was pulled back into a sleek high ponytail. She was wearing workout gear: black sports bra, running leggings, dark green sneakers that matched the shade of her eyes.
"I swear, Zachary James Goode, if I see your face on a security screen with five guns pointed at you in the middle of my other work out again, I will let them shoot you." My mother spoke.
"Catherine! We weren't going to kill him! Just..." The gun was pressed against his throat.
"Bull." She yelled at him, "Zach. Get some patches on them." They weren't dead, just shot strategically. Very strategically. As in one centimeter any which way and they'd be dead. I did as she said, I was in no position to argue, "Take Sarah's gun. Come here." I took my mother's place.
She ran over to the control panel, "It would have been nice if someone had told me this was going down tonight." She complained under her breath, "I give up my sons, I give up my life and they don't even give me a heads up." There it was again, sons. I'm an only child. She called to me, "Zach! They already have it counting down. I can't stop it, but I can reroute it. Think we can get out of here in five?" She pressed a series of buttons.
"New target found." A mechanical voice echoed about the room.
"Get out of here Zach." She commanded, I hesitated, "Now!" I ran.
Catherine P.O.V.
I watch my boy run from the room, run for his life. He was in danger, which was why I felt no remorse when I shot each every person remaining in that room dead. I clicked away on the computer one last time, undoing the comm scrambler that comes into play when a boobie-trap was tripped.
"Joe!" Some women get boob implants. I got a permanent comms device planted into my earlobe.
"Catherine, what's happening?" Joe's voice came into my head.
"Connect me to the kids." He did so. I heard the group of juvenile voices in my head. This will get annoying. "Everyone stop." They all shut up at the unknown voice. "My name is Agent Catherine Goode. I am a member of the BSO. I'll explain later. Is everyone out of the building?"
"Operatives Cameron Morgan and Zachary Goode are still inside." A girl's voice came.
"Zach where are you?" I called.
"Almost out. Where's Cammie?" His voice was panicked.
"Looking for you." Her voice came.
"Cameron. Listen to me. Are you in a hallway?" She answered no. "What does the room look like?" She described it. "Leave though the western door. Follow the hallway to the left. I will meet you there. Every one else get find cover."
A moment later I could here her breathing as she quickened her pace. I moved to the computer again, typing away, this time, truly the last. And there it was the hidden garage. I had always wanted to do this. I hopped on Charles' motorcycle and took off through the building.
I reached Cammie with only a minute left. "Get on Cameron." She hesitated. I don't blame them for not trusting me, but come on! I'm saving you here. She got on after five seconds. I took off once again, moving in the direction she had been running. "Brace yourself." I called back to Cammie.
I had no idea if this door would open in time, never come at it at 90 miles an hour before. I couldn't slow down, we had less than five seconds and it was at the other end of the ramp. If this door didn't open, we were dead.
Zach's P.O.V.
I counted down from where we had hidden, a tiny cave, probably built for the families to use in a situation like this. Whatever this was. Thirty seconds left. No sign of them aside from the comms. I don't know how my mother got on the frequency, but right now, she was Cammie's only hope. Twenty seconds. Ten. Five. Four. Three. Two. A patch of ground disappeared. Out of that hole came a motorcycle with two passengers.
The bike turned hard, stopping. The women climbed off, the second one a bit unsteady. The first one pulled her companion into the forest. As if on cue, the house exploded. Not just like your forth grade baking soda volcano. I'm talking full on, middle of an atomic bomb explosion. If Brooke was telling the truth and this was the mini bomb, I would hate to see the normal one.
"I'm going to guess that's Mommy Goode." Jake inquired of me. I ignored him. That had better be 'Mommy Goode' and Cam, or else I swear, I would go in guns blazing and kill them both.
We waited watching for them to appear. And they did. My mom was half carrying half dragging Cammie out of the brush and into our cave. She passed the semi-conscious girl to me.
"Ms. Goode," Bex started, but my mother cut her off. "Here's the gun. Here are hundcuffs. Give me one minute and you can slap them on me, let me just get us all to safety." She handed the items to Bex whose jaw went a little slack.
My mother moved her hands quickly and effectively along the walls of the cave, pressing harder in certain sections. The cave started moving, getting larger, smoother. I could feel it moving downwards.
"Joe." She spoke to no one, "My location. Get it. Captives are here. Too many to bring with us. We'll come back tomorrow." I saw Bex tense at the word captives, "Yes I will escort the kids to the safe house. I will get the subject."
She started moving forward through the hallway that had been created. We followed behind her, at a cautious distance. Close enough to attack or subdue but far enough to have time to react or retreat. The hallway ended in a metal doorway. She punched a code into the pad beside the door. It slid open. She walked in with her hands in the air as if she was surrendering, "As you know, my name is Catherine Goode. I am a member of BSO. The Bureau of Secret Operatives. Operatives are sent under cover. Once they infiltrate, they are made to look dirty to their own side. They show their supposed loyalty and get even deeper. You have one more day here. Tomorrow, agents will arrive and you will all be sent back to your families. One of you, however, will be coming with us today." She approach one out of the two-dozen cells and plugged a code into its keypad.
The door slid open and a man walked out. He stood almost a full foot taller than my mother. He had blue eyes and all the signs of long-term imprisonment. His cloths were torn and dirty and disheveled. The blondish brown hair was what caught my attention. I had only seen that shade once before. "Thanks, Cat." He shook my mother's hand.
I saw Cammie's ears perk up at the voice out of the corner of my eye. She was standing behind me to my left, directly behind Grant. She couldn't see. "Cat? Really Matt?"
I wrapped my arm around Cammie's waist, pulling her to the front of our cluster. He eyes locked on the man and his locked on her.
"Cammie." He said breathlessly. He opened his arms. She ran to him, jumping into his arms for the first time in at lease four years.
"Daddy." I heard her speak into his neck.