In the last chapter I'm glad that reviewers didn't think that Cassandra was all heartless, that's what i planned on getting across.
Chapter 11: Cammie POV
I began blinking my eyes. I shrunk back as a blinding light was shone in my face. "She's awake." Grumbled a deep voice.
A pair of heels clicked across the floors and a hand gripped my chin. I felt long nails dig into my skin as my chin was lifted upwards. I looked up and seen the scowl of Cassandra Goode.
"Even as a CIA agent you are still that little Gallagher Girl."
I jerked my chin backwards and growled, "Where is Zach?"
"Zachary is being detained." I made a move to get to my feet but found that I couldn't stand up. My wrists had been tied together behind the back of a chain and my ankles were tied to the legs with rope.
"What do you want? You already know I don't have my Dad's journal anymore, I gave it back to him."
"I don't want your father's pathetic journal." She spat," Or your little excuses. As you know from last time we don't want to hurt you."
I almost laughed. "Hurt me? So what was with the electric shock? Electricity doesn't exactly feel like butterflies you know."
Cassandra's blank face showed she really wasn't the one for sarcasm.
"I want Alexander's journal. I know it exists and I want to know who has it."
"Why don't you go ask your son?"
Cassandra stood up straight and barked, "Bring him in."
A group of men dressed in black came through a door behind Cassandra. In the middle of them was Zach. His hands were held behind his back by two of the men surrounding him and he seemed to have a nasty black eye but apart from that he looked fine.
"Hey Gallagher Girl." He smirked.
"Hi Blackthorne Boy." I replied.
"Enough with the stupid hellos." Cassandra whipped her hand across my face. My head turned sideways with the impact. When her hand had hit my face stung and was hot. I saw Zach flinch before two men quickly restrained him. I could almost feel my skin going red.
"I have waited long enough for my answers. Now where is your father's journal, Zachary?"
Zach made no move to respond.
Cassandra sighed and pulled a gun from the holster round her waist, cocked the gun and pointed it at me. Zach tried to pull out from the men's hold. I stared at Cassandra, desperately trying to read her emotions.
"Really Zach you couldn't just have given me a straight answer, then we wouldn't have had bring Miss Morgan into this."
"Morgan-Gallagher." I grumbled. If Cassandra heard me she didn't show it. She aimed the gun at my head. Her finger hovering dangerously close to the trigger.
"One more chance to tell me Zach otherwise Cammie goes bye bye."
"I thought you needed her."
"That was the case five years ago. But she knows nothing that I can't get off her father."
I was beginning to go cross-eyed to look at the gun.
"Let her go! She doesn't know where it is!" Zach yelled.
She put the barrel of the gun against my forehead and her finger on the trigger.
"So you know, do you? Well you better tell me before I lose my patience."
I began frantically thinking of a way to avoid getting shot.
"I don't have it. The CIA took it when I joined up." I may have a gun pointed at my head but I can still tell that Zach was lying. I pointed my toes so that they touched the ground, so that I could push up from the ground.
"Wrong answer. You have tried my patience. Say goodbye to Cameron Morgan." I pushed all my weight onto the back of the chair and flung my head back causing the chair to tip backwards. I hit the concrete floor with an 'omph'.
Bang
"Cammie!"Zach shouted.
The sound of the gunshot echoed through the cold, empty room. Cassandra had fired after I had tipped the chair and the bullet buried itself straight into the stone wall.
Cassandra dropped the gun in surprise.
Zach kicked backwards, making contact with one man behind him. He swung the same leg forward and hit another man. He doubled over in pain and started moaning. He hooked his ankle around another man's ankle and tripped him over. There were still three men on him. The other man grabbing his arm had let go in surprise. It was still Zach onto three men but in a flurry of punches and groans he stood standing, six men semi-unconscious at his feet.
There was no way I could free myself so instead I rocked the chair side-to-side before it tipped over and I kept on rolling. Cassandra was scrambling down on her hands and knees searching for the gun. I heard something scrape against the ground and with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach I knew it was the gun.
The ropes binding me to the chair had come loose when I had rolled so I was able to quickly detangle myself and run to Zach. He reached for my hand and as our hands clasped together we ran towards the door. Gunshots pinged off the concrete floors behind us and Cassandra Goode yelled in frustration before chasing after us.
We came out of the concrete room to a bright whit hallway with doors opposite each other on either side; the doors were place at regular intervals.
"This way." Said Zach.
He pulled me along the corridor towards the end of the hallway. We reached a section where the halls split off in two different directions. Zach was glancing from one side to the next, trying to remember what direction to go in but a chorus of gunshots came from behind us. We split Zach falling to the left and me to the right. We crouched with our backs against the wall, out of view of anybody who would come up the hall. I quickly scanned my side of the hall, looking for anything that could be of use. A red box was mounted on the wall at chest-height. I ran towards it.
"Chameleon what are you doing?" Scowled Zach.
"Saving our lives." I replied.
I kicked the pane of glass and pulled the fire extinguisher out of the case. Running back to where the hallway spilt off I opened the fire extinguisher, releasing a large amount of foam that billowed in all directions. I used it as a curtain as I ran behind the wall of foam and joined Zach on the other side of the hallway. He mouthed, "Let's go." And I nodded in response; the curtain of foam was quickly turning into a puddle. Before we ran, two pairs of footsteps that were too close for comfort rounded the corner. One attacker slid in the puddle before landing flat on his back while the other came towards us. Relying on instinct I swung the empty fire extinguisher up and whacked the attacker in the side of the head. They crumpled to the ground; they were certainly going to wake up with a headache.
"Come on Chameleon, let's get out of here." Zach said hurriedly.
"Right." I quickly replied.
I dropped the fire extinguisher as Zach and I ran down the corridor, it landed with a hollow thud and slowly rolled over.
Of course a 'top secret' heavily guarded base operated by ancient terrorist group the Circle of Cavan has to have a fire safety plan (they had a fire extinguisher in the hall didn't they?). Safety plans include fire trucks, fire fighters, safety meet up points and of course fire extinguishers but something that I was not expecting was the fact that a 'top secret' heavily guarded base operated by ancient terrorist group the Circle of Cavan had a green and white striped fire exit door.
"Out here." Zach dragged me out of the doors, that when opened immediately triggered and alarm. Sirens wailed and lights flashed red as we ran out of the building into broad daylight. Judging by the position of the sun I guessed that it was early in the afternoon. Zach and I ran towards the perimeter fence. Coils of barbed wire lined the top and Zach had to throw his jacket over it so that we could safely scramble over.
"You first Gallagher Girl." I grabbed onto the links in the fence with my fingers and hoisted myself over the top, landing in a crouch on the other side. Zach swung himself over after me, grabbing his jacket on the way down. We were both panting, sweat was running down the back of my t-shirt and I wiped my forehead with my arm. "Don't rest now Cammie. We aren't done with running yet."
My random thought: I like arguements in my head, that way which ever side I go on I always win the arguement.
x Sarah a.k.a AussieGallagherGirl