I know I said this in my other story, Creepily Lovely, but I'll remind you here: I don't have a strict pattern as to when I'll be publishing chapters. It'll be random, sorry!

Chapter 2

Aubrey's POV

"Chloe, wake up." I shake Chloe awake at 7:30 the next morning, after a call from my father came in and woke me up.

"Mmmhhh wannasleep." She mumbles, pulling the covers over her head and turning toward the wall.

"CHLOE!" I yell, and she flinches, quickly sitting up.

"I'm up! Oww!" She yells, hitting her head on the ceiling. I chuckle at her antics, then hand her a banana. "Are we late?"

I shake my head. "No, but if we don't go now, we will be." I slip on some jeans and a sweater as she eats.

"I can't believe we're finally on the mission." She jumps down off of her bed and undresses behind me, slipping on a blue and black checkered dress.

"Me neither." I respond, somewhat giddy. We've been on small missions before, but never a mission as big as this one. I've been looking forward to this day my whole life. If I'm being honest, though, I've just been looking forward to impressing my father. We're not the closest, but he's all I have- other than Chloe. "Are you going to be ok?" I ask her quietly. She pauses for a moment, then nods.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I can't let my emotions get in the way of a mission, can I?"

I shake my head. "You're right." She sighs, so I walk over and grab her shoulders. "Chloe, you're the strongest soldier I've ever known. Stronger than me, even. You'll be ok."

"I know, I know."

We go silent after that, packing up our things and shoving them in our backpacks. We don't need much now, as everything we'll need is already in Atlanta.

"So, what's your identity?" Chloe asks after some time.

"I'm the stuck up bitch." I tell her, and she laughs.

"Sounds like you." I whack her arm playfully, and she gives me a falsely apologetic look. "Sorry."

"No you're not." I counter, but chuckle. "It's true, though. I'm a perfectionist."

"You get that from your dad." She says, and I grin proudly.

"Yeah, I do."

"Miss Beale, Miss Posen." We hear a voice, and turn around to see Chicago Walp standing behind us. "I'm here to escort you to the airport."

"Thank you!" Chloe grins at him and kisses his cheek, and he immediately blushes. Chloe, of course, doesn't even notice. She's an unintentional flirt.

"Anytime." He looks away from her and at me, so I give him a grateful smile.

"Thanks, Walp." He nods, and we make our way to his Jeep.

"Is Chloe always this excited?" He whispers, out of range of her ears.

I chuckle, slightly amused. "Yes. Although, I'm surprised she is. Did General Posen tell you what the mission is?"

He purses his lips and shakes his head. "No."

"Hmm. Maybe it's classified?" That's odd. Chicago's basically his right-hand man. If father didn't tell him, it's definitely for a reason.

"I don't know." He shrugs. I decide to let the conversation drop between us, a comfortable silence taking over instead. We climb into the back of his Jeep, and he starts it. Immediately, some sort of punk music starts blaring through the speakers, and we both cringe.

"What is this?" Chloe asks, and Chicago immediately turns it down, shooting us apologetic glances through the mirror.

"It's punk. Sorry, I can change it if you want?"

"It's-"Chloe starts, but I cut her off.

"Yes, please." He just chuckles when Chloe gives me a harsh look (which I choose to pretend not to see, of course.) and changes the station. "She Will Be Loved" by Maroon 5 is playing, and Chloe and I immediately join in, grooving to the beat as it flows through us.

"You two are good." Chicago compliments after the song is over. I give him a small smile, but Chloe immediately stops and blushes. Chicago notices and immediately backtracks. "I mean, I wasn't really listening or anything, but…"

Apparently, this is all Chloe needs to hear for her to be herself again. "Aww, thanks, Chicago!" She pats his shoulder, and his smile widens again.

"Anytime."

We ride the rest of the drive in silence (other than the more than occasional singing, which Chicago even joined in on). I take in the last of San Juan, Puerto Rico that I can before we fly out to America. I've been to America several times on small missions, but I've never stayed there for more than a few weeks at a time. Plus, this is the first time Chloe and I have gone together.

Chicago gives us his luck and farewells when he drops us off at the airport. Chloe and I grab our carry-on bags, then walk into the building.

"Wow, it's been a while since I've been here." Chloe comments absent-mindedly, and I nod.

"Yeah. We better hurry and get to our terminal." She hums in agreement, and we quickly find our way to our flight. Once we get there, we see only two other people waiting, which is a relief. I glance at my watch and see it's only 13:38, meaning we have about half an hour until we get on the plane. Might as well kill some time.

"Come over here." I tell her, and we situate ourselves in the far corner of the waiting area, where no one can hear us.

"So…" She attempts to start the conversation.

"Are we going to talk about this?" I ask her softly. She just stares at me for a minute, then finally nods.

"I can't believe we're finally going after her." She whispers, even softer than I did before. We've talked about this day from day one, when Jackson Beale was killed four years ago. Chloe's wanted nothing but revenge the whole time, and she's been so consumed with the want for blood that she's never had the chance to really grieve for her loss.

"I know. Are you-"

"Yes, Aubrey. I'm going to be ok." She reiterates, and I sigh, nodding. I don't really believe it, but it's better if she thinks I do.

"So, a cappella." She says, obviously changing the subject. I allow it, seeing how hard this is for her.

"Yeah. Should be… interesting, right?" I shrug, and she laughs.

"If anything, it'll be a good experience. And a nice cover story. At least now we don't have to create a background for ourselves." She says in response, and I nod.

"I wonder what our college story is like?"

She shrugs. "I'm sure your dad will send us more information when we need it."

As if he were listening to us at this minute, my father calls my cell phone. I quickly connect my bluetooth headphones and hand one to Chloe before answering it. "Posen and Beale here."

"We continued to work on your cover stories."

"And?" Chloe asks. I shoot her a warning look at her disrespectfulness, but she either doesn't notice or doesn't care.

"Chloe, you're a bubbly, caring, compassionate Senior at Barden University. You love singing more than anything in the world, and you're committed to the Bellas. Aubrey, you're closed-off, but still caring. It just takes longer to break down your social barriers. You want nothing more than to return to the ICCA's in New York this year and redeem yourself. Check your text." I do so, and see a YouTube video of me vomiting on stage. I remember when this happened, but I know it's edited. I definitely was not singing a capella at the time.

"Nice editing skills." I compliment him.

"I'd say thanks, but Chicago did it." Of course he did. "There's a big book all about a capella in your apartment in Atlanta. Study it."

"Yes sir." Chloe and I both say at the same time.

"Alright, good luck to the both of you. And remember, never reveal who you truly are." With that, he hangs up.

"Nice puking. Is that real?" Chloe asks, trying to cover up her laughter as she hands me my headphone back.

"Yes and no. It's edited, but I did really puke like that. I wasn't singing though. How he got my singing edited onto it that good, I don't know." I shrug, deciding to ignore how amused she is. I slip my phone and headphones into my bag and look at my watch. 13:57. "The plane should be here soon."

Right as Chloe opens her mouth to respond, the woman at the counter starts talking into her mic. "Hello, passengers! The plane is landing right now, so you should be able to get on soon."

"Oh shit Bree, we haven't checked in yet." Chloe reminds me.

"I'll do it, hand me your ticket." She does so, and I walk up and hand the receptionist the tickets. Once they're approved, I walk back over to Chlo, throwing my bag onto my back and handing her the ticket back. "All set."

"Perfect." She grins at me, and it's contagious enough that I can't help but smile back. "I'm so excited to go to America for the first time ever with you!" Oh yeah, she's never been to America.

"It's eh." I shrug, and her eyes practically bug out of her eyes with astonishment.

"Eh? It's EH?" She almost screams, and I quickly shush her, looking around to see if anyone's staring. When I see that no one was looking, I look back at her, a harsh glint in my eyes.

"Really? Do you have to yell that loud?" Whispering, I add, "Jesus, Chloe, you're a soldier, and a baby has more stealth than you."

"Maybe not having stealth is my stealth." She shrugs, giving me an innocent smile. I go to respond, but am cut off by the receptionist announcing that the plane has arrived. We get on the plane in silence, and I decide to take a nap once we get to our seats.