Chapter 37:
Cammie POV:
"Well, don't just sit there tell us!" Grant demanded, disrupting the silence that had fallen over the room.
"Her father is an executive member of the COC, while she is one of their best young agents." Liz said seriously but underneath I knew there was a certain smugness for finding something we hadn't even expected.
"Wow," Riley said collapsing onto the bed and setting his head in his hands.
"Yeah, that's what I said." Jonas said turning back to his computer and beginning to type again, "Not only is she a part of it, but she's the one who is supposed to be receiving the disc tomorrow."
"Well, at least we know who to watch." Zach said, striding across the room to stand behind Jonas. I followed wordlessly behind him, still dumbfounded that they had actually found something, but sure enough there was the evidence, sitting right on the monitor that Jonas was sitting behind. The files that told us it was all true.
"Man, you did some serious hacking to find this," Liam commented peeking over my head to get a glimpse of the files,
"Yeah," Liz replied, nodding her head like it was too complicated to even begin to explain,
"Well, this sure changes a lot." Macey said, before we began the intricate plans for tomorrow.
Hours later, Macey ushered out the boys before we all got ready for bed. We talked animatedly between yawns about the preparation for tomorrow. I climbed between the sheets of my bed, letting the gentle rock of the ship lull me to sleep.
"Cammie! Wakey, wakey!" Liz chirped, from a good distance away, poking me in the shoulder with a clothes hanger. "C'mon Cam! We gotta go get breakfast!" she tried again and I sat up, a wave of dizziness running through me for a moment from sitting up too quickly. Liz breathed a sigh of relief and walked away to go get dressed.
Macey made me pull on a colorful sundress, overflowing with reds and blues and greens, ruffles falling down the front. Matching sandals and a necklace completed the surprisingly comfortable outfit. We made our way across the hall to get the boys before we could head down to the main deck.
The smooth breeze and bright sunlight washed over us as we stepped outside. Dozens of tables filled the deck; all with matching white tablecloths that swayed in the breeze in a graceful dance that reminded me of the ball back a Gallagher.
A strong arm draped over my shoulders, and I breathed in a scent that could only belong to Zach as we made our way to an empty table, and out of the corner I swear I saw Callie sitting at one of the identical tables, a strong arm draped over her shoulders too.
Callie: (Earlier that morning)
I rolled out of bed and went right to the bathroom, careful not to disturb my parents. I closed the door silently and turned on the shower, glancing at the tangled heap of hair piled on top of my head. I stepped into the shower, letting the water roll down my back for a moment before hurrying to get the shampoo and conditioner worked through my long locks of hair.
I stepped out, soaking wet, and wrapped an overly fluffy towel around myself before walking back into the other room. There was no point in doing anything with my hair because my mother would just redo it anyway. She was up, moving about the room and jumped when I walked out.
"Oh, good morning sweetie!" she squeaked in a perky voice that would no doubt disappear in a matter of minutes when I would disagree with whatever outfit she had planned for today.
"Morning," I said making my way across the room and grabbing a grape from the bowl sitting on the counter of the small kitchen.
"I laid out your outfit for today," she said gesturing over to my bed where a white sundress was sprawled out across the sheets.
"Mom," I said, in a voice that clearly stated that I wasn't happy with the outfit choice for the day,
"Callie," my mom mimicked from her perch on the counter, and I rolled my eyes before grabbing the ridiculously girly outfit and dragging it into the bathroom.
When I walked out my mother ambushed me with styling sprays and multiple brushes. She scrunched my natural curls until they were perfectly sculpted, and shooed me out of the bathroom with instructions to get my shoes and the necklace that went with the outfit. I chuckled, thinking about how similar she was to Macey, when she was getting me ready for the party the night before we left on the cruise.
A while later I was sitting on the edge of my bed admiring the silver polish on my nails that matched the shoes my mother had forced me to wear. My father walked across the room and retrieved a water bottle from the mini-fridge. My mother appeared out of the bathroom wearing a black shirt and skirt combo that fit her perfectly.
It was ridiculous how perfect they looked together. My father was handsome, perfect blonde hair, left untouched by age startling blue eyes and he was very in-shape, and then there was my beautiful mother, dark hair cut short, so it stuck up in spikes the emphasized her pixie-like features. They were the charming couple the CoC sent to all the important things, like today for instance, and dragged me along.
"Callie, are you sure those kids are from the CIA?" my mother asked again, for the seventh time today, "They are awfully young." I rolled my eyes and stood up,
"I'm positive," I said striding across the room to look out onto the balcony hanging over the ocean, "There's no other way they could have kept up with me that long, and they move too silently." I added, turning back to my parents,
"Trust her," my dad said placing a hand on my mother's shoulder, and she finally sighed and dropped the subject.
"Did you see Troy?" my mom said moments later, and I mentally shot myself. Troy was one of the other teens involved in the CoC, and needless to say my parents were crazy about him. Always inviting him over for dinner to make lame jokes about our wedding, which I swear they were planning with his parents behind our backs. He was sort of a creep he went along with my parents and last summer during one of our missions like this, kissed me. He clung to my side like a lost child when we were together, and seemed to have this habit of touching me, my hand, my shoulders, always there, I just haven' worked up the nerve to slap him yet.
"No, I haven't," I said finally, bracing for what I knew would come next,
"Oh, well he's going down to breakfast with us this morning!" she chirped, anything about Troy made her happy.
Great, just fantastic.
Just then there was a loud rapping at the door, and my mom clapped smiling widely before sprinting to the door. She threw the door open and there he was, leaning against the doorframe, grinning widely. That movie-star smile that he had made almost any other girl melt, but I wasn't fooled.
"Good morning," he greeted, his grey eyes sparkling as he flipped his dark hair out of his eyes.
"Morning," I said, making my way towards the door. He stepped aside, letting my mother and father through, and then held the door open for me. I stepped around him, breathing in one last breath for the day, because surely after this moment everything else would be covered up by the smell of him.
The door swung shut, and I fell into character, Troy's girlfriend. That was my cover starting this morning, so he draped his arm around my shoulders and we made our way to the deck. I laughed at the appropriate times, even reached up and kissed his cheek once, much to my parent's amazement. Of course this only encouraged more couple talk, outside of our covers. Real relationships? Yuck.
We sat down at one of the many identical tables scattered about the deck. Troy kept his strong arm around my shoulders and it felt wrong. I remembered Riley, and wished he was the one with his arm draped over my shoulders, but there was no time for the guy I actually cared about.
Especially, since I was supposed to be on a mission.
Especially, since love was dangerous in our profession.
Especially, since he was the enemy.
I looked up just to see exactly him, laughing as they walked onto the deck, and my heart started to race, and I hoped he wouldn't notice me. Not here, with Troy's arm around me. He didn't notice, but Cammie did. And it was obvious she knew, they all knew. They had figured it out, I figured they would, but what does that mean?
A million things flashed through my head, my plans for tonight. And I decided one thing, they wouldn't know what hit them.
Yay! An update!
We finally found out Callie's secret, and got a look inside her head.
I tried to keep her as human as possible, not some evil master mind plotting to kill everyone... Just a sweet girl on the wrong side of things.
What do you think of Troy? I came up with him on the spot, and I rather like the role he'll be playing!
Sooo, since I am obsessed with them:
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