This story is nowhere near being ready yet, guys. Sadly. But... I figured, why not give a little sneak-peak to get y'all hyped up? So that's what I'm doing. This is the first chapter of my new Bechloe story! I'll also post chapter 1 of my new Staubrey story tonight. You'll get more later (don't worry, it won't be too long... I hope), but I wanted to get you guys excited! So here it is!
Chapter 1
Chloe's POV
I can feel Aubrey shaking next to me, and I know she's just as nervous as I am. It doesn't help for her sake that she's terrified of her father, either. I give her hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance, and she shoots me a small, yet grateful, smile.
"So, here's the mission." General Posen hands us each a folder. I delicately open mine, noticing Bree shaking even worse next to me as she tries to open hers. General Posen scowls at her, so I quickly take it and open it, then lay it back on the table in front of her. "See that girl in the picture?" We pull out the first picture, revealing a short girl (5"1? 5"0, even) with brown hair and blue eyes. She's wearing headphones around her neck, and has heavy eyeliner on. Rebel, I deduce. Probably doesn't even know who she is yet. "She's the target. Her name is Beca Mitchell."
"What'd she do wrong?" I ask.
"She's a mass murderer. She goes around, killing for the hell of it. She has no pattern, no structure. She's lethal. Plus..." Posen trails off, giving me an expectant look. I give him a dumbfounded look in return, and he sighs. "Think, Beale. Mitchell."
"I'm confused, sir."
Another long sigh. "She killed your father." Aubrey gasps next to me, reaching out and putting a hand on my shoulder. I give her a tight-lipped smile, grabbing her hand with my own.
My father and General Posen were in the Army together, and they were best friends. One day, though, Posen and my father were deployed with their troops in Arabia. While they were at headquarters, the shelter was bombed. Somehow, everyone got out. But as my dad and General Posen were making sure everyone was safe, my father was shot and killed.
I look back down at the picture in front of me, my throat burning ever so slightly at my newfound knowledge. "Why did she do it?" My voice cracks.
"We don't know. No one's been able to get to her, so we're going to try you two. You're our last hope." I glance at Aubrey, who nods.
"Ok. When do we start? What's the plan?"
His grin widens as he explains. "Her father teaches Comparative Literature at Barden University in Atlanta, Georgia. You two are going to pose as two college kids. Your mission; get close to her, then kill her. See if you can get some information out of her first. If not, just do the deed. We need her to trust you." He looks at me. "That part is very important. She trusts no one; she'll never let her guard down. It'll make killing her, or getting info from her, next to impossible."
"What information do you need, sir?" Aubrey asks.
"Why she killed Jackson Beale." Aubrey and I both nod. "Here's your identities." He slides us each another folder. I open mine and read the file; Senior at Barden University. Co-captain of the Barden Bellas. Pre-med student.
"Sir?"
"Yes, Beale?"
"What are the Barden Bellas?" He chuckles at this, and Aubrey and I exchange another confused look.
"They're an a cappella group. The girl's into music, so that should lure her closer to you. Plus," He adds with a soft look toward Aubrey, which shocks us both, "I know you love to sing. Here's your chance."
"Thank you, Sir." Aubrey says gratefully, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"You're welcome. Now," His voice turns serious again, "You're leaving for Atlanta tomorrow, so get some rest. All of your gear is already there."
"Sir yes, Sir." We stand, salute him, then walk back to our bunker together.
"This is going to be an interesting mission. I just have a feeling." Aubrey says.
"Yeah, because you get to sing." I snicker, and she whacks me on the arm playfully.
"After 22 years of working for my dad, isn't it about time we get to do something fun?"
We've been basically training for this mission our whole lives. Aubrey and I grew up together, learning how to become spies and soldiers. When we got the message this morning saying to meet General Posen, we were told that "this is what you've been training your whole lives for" and that "this is the mission of a lifetime."
"You don't consider this fun?" I ask her, and she chuckles.
"No, I do. I love being bossed around by my dad all the time. I love learning how to kill people." She sighs. "I just love music too, you know? And there's hardly any of it out here on the field."
I nod empathetically. The truth is, I've always loved music, too. Aubrey knows it, but no one else does. "Yeah, I get it." When we arrive at our bunker, I climb into the top bunk, stretching out. "I'm beat, and we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow. Goodnight, Bree."
"'Night, Chlo."
