Okay guys, here's chapter seven! I hope you like...sorry if the plot is moving kind of slow, there will probably be like 30 chapters to the story. Thank you for all the sweet reviews, and it makes me so happy to know that people like my story! Alright, I'll make this a short note since I know you want to get on to the story!

Disclaimer: I'm not Ally Carter.

Chapter Seven

Stepping into the Dublin airport gave me a sort of thrill inside.

The terminal was filled with people rushing around, most of them speaking in British or Irish accents. My spy instincts were in high gear, I was relaxed and ready to blend in.

From behind me, I heard Zach speak in an Irish accent. He leaned so his mouth was close to my ear and as he spoke, it sent a chill down my spine.

"Welcome to Ireland, Gallagher Girl."

I didn't respond, instead smiling I started walking to the baggage claim. We easily moved through the business men with briefcases and women with toddlers. I scanned faces in the crowd, all the while taking everything in.

Shockingly, our bags were on time. Apparently Irish airlines are more reliable than American ones. Zach and I grabbed our bags and then headed through customs.

Our fake IDs and passport easily sailed through security. When asked if we had anything to declare, Zach did give a sarcastic smirk, but I replied no to the man scanning our papers.

After a brief argument, we decided to rent a car under Zach's, or Daniel's I should say, name. It was a small silver sedan that was guaranteed not to stand out anywhere.

We flipped for it and I got to drive. It was weird driving on the left side of the road, but I adjusted pretty easily. My best friend was British after all. Zach made sure we weren't being tailed and gave me directions to the hotel we had reservations at. Unfortunately of all the things Zachary Goode is smooth at, giving directions is for sure not one of them.

"Turn right, now!" he half yelled at me.

I quickly swerved, almost hitting another car but making the turn.

"God Zach, could you please help me out a little more here?" There was a frustrated tone in my voice.

"Jeez Cam, sorry. This map is horrible."

Trying not to roll my eyes, I kept driving. There was no way anyone could follow us with our erratic driving.

By some miracle, we made it to the hotel. I pulled into the parking garage that was adjacent to the building and sighed in fake exasperation. Zach just got out of the car.

The agency had made a reservation of the two of us under our cover names already.

"Names?" the receptionist asked.

"Emily Thomas and Daniel Chase," I told her.

"Oh yes, here we are. Rooms 410 and 412." The lady informed us after clicking around on her computer for a moment.

I felt a wave of relief, we had separate rooms. There was no way I was ready to deal with sharing a room with Zach.

"Thanks," I said as I grabbed the two keys the receptionist was holding out to me.

"So which room do you want?" I asked Zach while we waited for the elevator.

"I guess I'll take 410 and you can have 412."

"Cool," I said as the elevator doors opened.

"Okay so I'll contact Liz and she should know what time we should meet our contacts." I confirmed with Zach.

"Alright sounds good, Gallagher Girl," Zach said with his usual smirk.

The elevator reached our floor and we made our way to our separate rooms.

"If you need anything I'll be right next door or if you don't need anything…" Zach finished his sentence with a wink.

"I think I've got it…Zachy." I replied with a smirk.

Before he could even dream of responding, I slipped inside my room and shut the door.

Was he trying to flirt with me? What was that back there? Stop it, I told myself, I needed to focus on our mission…and not let Zach distract me.

First things first, I swept the room for bugs. It was clear. There I hooked up the laptop Liz had given me and powered it up. Using a secure server, I sent her message to the CIA headquarters.

Liz, Zach and I are in Dublin, no tails so far. We need the meeting and contact information.

Instantly there was a response.

Cam, Two MI6 agents will find you in the park next to University College Dublin at 1600 hours. Your code word for the meeting is…adorable kittens…?

Adorable kittens? What type of code word was that? I was definitely going to let Zach use this one.

Cameron: Okay, still no word from Baxter?

Liz: Negative.

I shut the lid of the computer, and then there was a knock on my door. Except, it wasn't coming from the door that led to the hallway…it was from the room next door to me. The connecting door.

Unbolting the door, I swung it open and Zach walked in.

"So what the word from our friends in the States?"

"Um, no word from Bex, so we will be meeting the MI6 agents at 4:00 near the University College Dublin. Oh yeah, and our code word is 'adorable kittens'.

A look came over Zach like he had just heard a really funny joke.

"Adorable kittens? I think I've got this one." He said after a moment.

Great, I was sure to regret this.

"Okay, whatever Zach. We've just got to find Bex."

"I know, Cam. Grant will kick my ass if I don't."

"So Grant still has a thing for Bex?" I asked with a smirk. Grant and Bex had spent months flirting back in high school but I figured nothing happened after graduation.

"I never said that. Us Blackthorne boys can get any girl we want." Zach smirked back.

"Hmm, I'm not so sure about that." I quipped. "Now I'm kicking you out, I'm going to shower and change and then we'll regroup." I walked over to the door between our rooms.

Zach decided not to test me and obediently walked back to his room. I bolted and chained the door, but I took my clothes to the bathroom with me. I wasn't about to doubt Zach's ability to pick locks.

A hot shower was amazing, especially after the whirlwind of the past 36 hours. It was soothing to unwind in the steam.

An hour later, I was dressed, in an outfit paired with flat brown boots chosen by Macey. My light brown hair was in loose natural waves, and I felt amazing. The wonders of a shower.

There was the sound of running wonder next door, so I figured Zach was in the shower. Trying my best to push away the thoughts that got conjured up, I decided to eat something. I pulled an energy bar from my backpack. The time difference was not doing wonders for my eating schedule.

Walking and chewing, I went over to my window. I pulled the curtain aside and the sunlight poured in. Below was a busy street with many cars and pedestrians. I glanced at the building across the way. For just a moment, the glare of a reflection blinded me. It came from a window on the third floor, but when I looked again, it was empty. Mentally making a note, I closed the curtain.

Since I had decided to give Zach fifteen minutes from the time I heard the water turnoff, I still had nine minutes to burn.

To prevent another disaster while driving, I pulled out a map of Dublin and figured out our destination. Also, I made notes of street names and landmarks to familiarize myself with the city.

Finally, I grabbed my jacket, phone, and wallet and went to knock on Zach's door. First I unbolted my door, and then I reached to knock on his door.

Before my knuckles could hit the wood, the door swung open.

"How pleasant of you to knock Gallagher Girl. You ready to go?" I couldn't help but notice the way Zach looked me over.

"Yeah, how about you?" I looked at him.

His hair was still a little damp, and he was wearing a fresh pair of jeans and a red polo shirt. It was totally unfair of him to be so naturally hot, but he was.

In return of my gaze, Zach smirked. He turned around and walked over to the desk inside his room. I followed in behind him. He opened a black case and pulled out two comms units. Placing one in his ear, he gave the other to me.

"Just in case," he explained.

I took it and put it in my ear. Then dug around in a small bag and drew out a silver necklace with a delicate heart pendant.

I raised my eyebrow; clearly I was supposed to wear this.

"It has a recording device inside so we can send the conversation back to headquarters." Zach told me.

He moved so he was standing behind me, and I lifted my hair so he could clasp the necklace behind my neck. Zach's fingers bushed the nape of my neck, just about my shirt collar and I had to force myself not to shiver. I was glad he couldn't see my face for I felt blood rush to my cheeks.

I quickly recovered though, and I took the knife Zach handed me and tucked it in my boot. Then I watched as he slipped a small handgun into the back of his belt underneath his shirt.

We were ready.

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