AN: Hey guys, I got a few reviews and favourites for the first chapter, so I thought I'd update instead of doing my math homework! Enjoy!

Chapter 2 - Pit Stop

I wasn't shocked or surprised. But that didn't stop me from being mad.

"Would these people please stay behind." Finally Dr. Steve's voice stopped bellowing throughout the huge hall.

Grant and Jonas stayed a fair way away from me. They knew to stay away when I'm mad.

"Boy's, I'll just explain a little bit more, then you can ask questions. For the rest of the semester, you'll be attending the Gallagher Academy, located in Roseville, Virginia. These girls are training to be the best of the best. But they have never heard of us or what we teach at this school. The art we teach you young men here is to remain a secret. Understand?" For once in his life, Dr. Steve was being deadly serious.

"So what you're saying is don't tell anyone we're training to be assassins?" asked an eighth grade boy who I didn't know.

"Yes. That's exactly what I'm saying. Now any questions?"

"Yeah." Grant called out "Any of these girls cute?" I rolled my eyes.

"Well, Mr. Newman, you'll just have to see for yourself." Dr. Steve turned to walk away, but then stopped, as if he'd just remembered something. "Oh, and boys. We leave today. Go pack and meet me at the helipad in 15 minutes."

In fourteen minutes and thirty eight seconds time, I had a black duffel bag, stuffed full, slung over my shoulder and I was walking out onto the helipad. I've calmed down a bit. Maybe a semester away will do some good. I'm still mad at Grant and Jonas for no a least putting in a 'Oh, by the way, we put your name to go spend a semester in a foreign place where there's nobody we know except each other.' during dinner or something.

We hadn't been in there long when I started to feel the quick descent of the helicopter. I lean over Jonas and peer out the window. We were at the Mall. You know, Smithsonian Museum. I glanced at Jonas quickly and saw him smile for a millisecond or two.

"What are we doing here? I thought we were going to Virginia." a ninth grader asked.

Now I've never seen Virginia, but I'm pretty sure this isn't it.

"Pit stop?" tried Grant

"Nope. You get to meet your Gallagher Girls." Dr. Steve said, smiling a little bit. "Their here for a CoveOps exercise. Your here to make sure that they don't get it." He handed a manilla folder to all the boys in the van. "You all get a sophomore to tail. Memorise their codenames, strengths, weaknesses, who they're likely to be with and where they're likely to be."