9.
So, after three hours of 'catch up' with Cammie, Liz, Macey and Bex, I went back to my room and slept. I was home. This was my home.
I lay awake the next morning thinking about the consequences of my last few actions. No doubt the whole school were scared/worried half-to-death.
I knew that when Zach, Grant and Jonas burst into my room. And when Zach said, "We need a plan."
I shooed them out, telling them to let me get dressed first. Since it was Saturday, we didn't have any lessons, so I quickly showered, keeping my hair dry, and threw on some high-waist black shorts, a purple camisole and my black leather jacket. I drew my hair up into a high pony, before slipping on some black flats.
I opened my door, telling them that they can come back in. Sitting at my desk, I spoke to Jonas over my shoulder. "Chuck me my phone?"
He threw it at me and I pressed speed dial 2.
Ring ring. Ring ring.
"Matthew Morgan," the cold voice said.
"Morgan, its Robinson," I replied, my voice equally as cold. "I need a favour."
{GA}
"He'll be here," I said as I stood on the Gallagher Academy roof with Grant, Jonas and Zach next to me. Underneath us the students were all eating their lunch, none-the-wiser to what was going on above them while they dined.
As soon as I said that, a helicopter appeared from beyond the tall trees. It was flying low, so low that it almost hit the trees. It was a small copter, only big enough for the pilot and one passenger. It landed in front of us on the helipad. Luckily, Jonas had disabled all cameras, security, lasers and whatnot on the roof. We were safe.
"You want me to do what?" he asked.
I smiled at him.
"I need you to convince Cassandra to attack. Tonight." I probably sounded crazy, considering I was trying to prevent the CoC from harming the school. "I'll tell Rachel to take the whole of the student body down to the Subs, and Solomon can drive Cameron and her friends to the safe house. I'll stay up in the main building and... wait."
I admit, it was an outrageous idea that had to be planned right down to the last little detail, but we're spies, we can pull anything off. Most of the time.
"What if it goes wrong?" he said, raising one eyebrow.
I smirked at him, "It won't, Matt. Tell Cassandra that you got a tip-off that Solomon and I aren't at the school, since we are the biggest problem, at 4pm, and tell her that that is the only available time to attack. Rachel and all the teachers will gather the students and take them down to the Subs, where they can watch in case it goes wrong, and Solomon will drive Cameron and her friends to the safe house. You want to keep your family safe, no?"
He nodded and pulled his phone out. I could only hear one side of the conversation. "Cassandra? It's Agent Morgan... Yes... I've just been told-... No, ma'am... Solomon and Robinson will be out... Today... I've been told they leave at 3pm... That's what I would suggest, too... They'll be defenceless without Robinson... Okay, ma'am... No, my source has to stay classified... Trust me, Cassandra... I'll be right back."
He ended the call and smiled one of his goofy grins. "We attack you at 4pm, exact." He nodded to us four before climbing back into the helicopter and flying off.
"So that's the famous Matthew Morgan," Grant said absentmindedly. I rolled my eyes and turned to Zach
"Tell Solomon to meet me up with the pigeons," I ordered him. He looked at me like I was crazy. I just rolled my eyes again. "He'll know what I mean."
He nodded, and sped off to find him, knowing I mean business. "Grant, tell Mrs Morgan that I need to speak to her in 20 minutes." He and Jonas walked away, Jonas on his laptop enabling the security on the roof.
I slow walked after them, turning left at the bottom of the stairs that lead to the roof. When I got into the room where I instructed to meet Solomon, he was there.
"Ms Robinson, what's this about?" he questioned, not turning to look at me.
"I may have just given us a huge opportunity, or a giant problem," I said vaguely.
He turned to me, slightly worried. "What did you do?" he all-but growled.
"Here me out, okay? At 4pm today, the CoC are going to attack again, only this time, we're prepared. After we finish talking, you are going to take an undercover Gallagher Academy van and drive Cameron, her friends and Madame Dabney to the safe house, Dabney will stay there while you come back. Rachel will take the whole student body down to the subs, where they will protect the Alumni Disc. You and I will stay in the foyer, waiting for them to attack. They'll get a surprise."
He nodded. "How do you know all of this?"
"I planned it. Did you not here the copter that landed on the roof not 10 minutes ago? Anyway, the CoC think that you and I will be out, and if we are out, then all of our defences are down. Do you understand?" I asked.
"I hate the fact that you are better than us, Mikayla. You take after your father in that respect," he replied.
I rolled my eyes. "Go, get Cameron, her friends and Madame Dabney and go," I ordered, pointing to the door.
He ignored me. "Ms Robinson. If this goes wrong, if anyone gets hurt, it'll be on your head. You'll be the one with thousands of agents coming after you; tracking you down," he warned, before heading out.
It's not that I think I'm better than everyone else, therefore can boss people around, it's that I have more knowledge of these people and what they can do. And Solomon trusts me.
As I walked to Mrs Morgan's office, I thought about what my life would be like if I hadn't have joined the Circle, if I hadn't of become a spy, if Dad hadn't of died, if Mom hadn't of left. It gave me a headache.
"Mrs Morgan," I acknowledged as I walked into her office. She and Zach were arguing in the corner. "I'm guessing Zach told you the basics of my plan?"
She turned on me, her eyes blazing. "What gives you the right to put my school in danger?" she yelled. "What gives you the right to-"
I cut her off. "With all due respect, ma'am. Your school is not the only school involved in this. I'm putting my students in danger, too. And don't you think that maybe, in the future, your girls will benefit from this? They'll learn that they won't always have people to block out all the dangers?"
"Yes, I agree, however, using a real terrorist group is not exactly the way to go about it. And what do you mean: your school?"
Zach butt in. "Mikayla is the headmistress of Blackthorne, Mrs Morgan. After her father, our old headmaster, died, the school was passed down to her. She's a descendant of Brian Blackthorne."
"That is why the CoC want me; and that is why I am going to do whatever it takes to protect my students from them, even if it means using the hard way."
Mrs Morgan was silent, thinking about the options. "I am sick, and tired of you putting my school at risk. This is the second time, Mikayla. Now, I'm a firm believer of second chances, so if you blow this chance up, you'll be expelled immediately, do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am."
She sighed. "Now, what would you have us do?"
"I need you, all the teachers and the entire student body to go down to the subs, and stay there. Solomon has driven Cameron and her friends to the safe house not far from here, so he should be back soon. I-"
It was her turn to cut me off. "I am not staying down in the subs, while my school is being attacked-"
"Mrs Morgan," I started, searching for the right words other than saying: Well, the husband you thought was dead is actually a double agent working for the Circle. Oh, and he's 100 percent alive. "I'm afraid, that you might witness some things you may not want to witness."
"Such as?" she pushed.
"That's classified. Look, we need to prepare. It's 3:30 now, so we have half an hour to sort everything out. Would you be alright with me taking over?" I asked politely.
She did this huffy-sigh thing. "Yes, but you dare compromise the schools safety again, and you will be out of here before you can blink."
"Thank you, ma'am. I won't let you down," I nodded. "Please may I use the intercom?"
She nodded, and moved to turn it on. "May all students meet in the Grand Hall immediately. Thank you," I spoke.
I walked out of her office, and into the Grand Hall where all the students were filing in. I stood behind the podium waiting for them all to hurry up. "Girls," I started once they were all in the room. "After I have finished speaking, please follow Zachary Goode and Mrs Morgan down to the Subs. Seniors, juniors and sophomores please follow Mrs Morgan down to Sublevel 2, and the rest can you follow Zach to Sublevel 1. Boys, stay in here." Déjà vu washed over me like a tidal wave as I gave out these orders. Sometimes I wonder what it'll be like if I was normal, or what it would be like if I could have normal spy training, with no dangers.
I checked my watch; finding out it was 3:45 already. My phone rang, it was Solomon.
"Where the heck are you, Solomon?" I growled.
"I'm stuck in traffic. The Chargers are playing today," he sighed, frustrated.
Damn, I thought as I drug my fingers through my hair. "Okay, get back here as soon as you can. If you come after 4, then stay away. It'll be too late then."
I hung up and turned to my boys. Confession time.
"Boys!" I yelled, getting their attention. They looked at me. "Line up!" I ordered, stepping down from the podium. They were lined up before I reached the bottom of the three stairs.
"So, how many of you think Steve is the headmaster of your school?" I asked. They looked at each other confusedly, while some raised their hands. I laughed as I walked up and down the line. "Steve isn't your headmaster; he's stepping in for me." Now they were confused. "None of you knew Charley Robinson was Brian Blackthorne's descendant?" They nodded. "Then doesn't it make sense that I, being his daughter, will also be his descendant?"
All of their eyes widened. "You're our headmistress?" Niall Carson, a cocky junior, asked; mouth agape.
I nodded, before telling them to join their year group in going down to the subs. They hurried off, leaving me in the huge hall. I slowly rubbed my temples, breathing in deeply, checking the time and hurrying off to the kitchen. It was 3:59 so I quickly grabbed an apple from the kitchen and made my way to the foyer.
I counted down the seconds in my head until they arrive.
3.
2.
1.
They burst through the foyer door, through the windows and through secret passageways.
Cassandra was leading her people, but as soon as she saw me, she stopped. I just carried on eating my apple, not moving, staring at her innocently.
"What are you doing here?" she growled.
"I got a tip-off, too, Cass. I'm here to protect my school," I replied cockily.
"Who?"
"You see, that's what I can't say. What I can say though, is that you underestimate me."
She laughed. A cold, heartless laugh. "Dear," she paused. "You underestimate me, too." I was confused for a second, until I felt a barrel of a gun being pressed into my back.
And then it was raining Gallagher Girls.
And then my sisters and brothers fought like they never fought before.
I felt the barrel being removed from my back, as I was released, so I took the chance to help my brothers and sisters. We had them outnumbered. Or so we thought. Cassandra was the only one still standing. She was mine.
She laughed again, pulling a gun out of her pocket and aiming it at my heart. Everyone's attention was on us two. Until more Circle members flood the halls.
They were here. They had back-up. They had the upper hand. That was the only thing on my mind as I fell into darkness. Screams were all I heard as the pain took over.