Our Mission to France
~Chapter One~
"Cammie! Get up!" I groaned and sat up, looking through the windows.
"It's still dark, Macey, what in the world do you want?" I asked, an irritated tone seeping into my voice.
Macey pulled me off the couch and dragged me into her room, sitting me down at a vanity desk, cluttered with various high-end makeup names I couldn't remember. She tugged my hair out of its ponytail and quickly brushed it out- my hair had grown out to my waist, but I almost always had it up in a ponytail, or tugged back into a French-plait.
"So, as you probably guessed our plane leaves in the morning, not in the afternoon." I nodded as Macey picked up a curling iron and began curling m y hair into long spirals.
"Why are you dressing me up so much?" I said, genuinely curious on why she was putting so much effort into my hair when the only place we were going was the airport.
"Cammie, did you even read our covers? You and Zach are posing as rich socialites. You're an heiress, he has powerful international connections. As a young powerful couple the terrorist group is interested in gaining you as an alliance."
"I read my file! I just thought we wouldn't have to start looking like a snob until we were actually in France." I had actually already memorized my cover.
Cameron Morgan
Cover: Tiffany Montgomery
Age: 22
Hair Color: Dirty Blond
Eye Color: Blue
Extra: Tiffany is a musical prodigy. She is classically trained in piano, violin, and cello, though she is known especially for her experience with the piano. Tiffany is originally from Paris, France, and has a slight accent. She speaks fluently in French, English, Russian, Spanish, and Italian. Ms. Montgomery is also known for her exceptional talent in equestrian training. She enjoys traveling, meeting new people, and love stories.
"Okay Cam, go put this on and grab your things we have to go." Macey handed me a stack of clothes and I walked into her bathroom.
I closed the door and looked down at my pile of clothes. A white sleeveless dress with a pair of royal blue flats. Simple enough.
I stepped out of the bathroom and grabbed my bag, then walked into Macey's room.
Macey looked stunning in a black dress that flared out, her long hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail and her ears were embellished with diamond earrings.
"Here put this on." She handed me a blue sapphire necklace with matching earrings, and I obliged. It was too early in the morning to argue about clothes.
"Macey, do we know where Zach's house is?" I asked, wondering how we were going to get there.
"It's just down the street, he told me. Here," She shoved a large, heavy, black suitcase into my arms, "This is your suitcase."
'"You packed me clothes?"
"Well, you couldn't very well look like an heiress in the clothes you brought." Macey grabbed her luggage and we walked out the door, and down to Zach's apartment.
I knocked on the door, twice and it swung open in seconds, revealing Zach in black dress pants, and a loose shirt. He was also carrying a large black suitcase.
"Come on, we have to go, you guys were late." Zach said, pulling his suitcase behind him and leading us towards a dark car.
We were at the airport in no time, and all we had to do to get past security was flash our CIA badges. They let us through without a second thought.
Our plane boarded quickly, all the passengers filing into their rows silently. No one is happy to be awake at four in the morning, I thought.
Our flight was long, about nine hours, but in the first twenty minutes after takeoff, Macey was flipping through her magazine, I was looking through my files and Zach had plugged in a pair of head phones.
Quite a few hours later, I turned to Macey and tapped her shoulder, getting her attention. "Macey , y dyn yn y sedd ar draws oddi wrthym wedi bod yn edrych ar ni yr holl amser." I spoke to her quickly in Welsh, telling her that someone was watching us.
Macey responded to me immediately in perfect Hindi, "वहाँ हम अभी कुछ नहीं कर सकता है, लेकिन हम हवाई जहाज को छोड़ दिया, वह हमें का पालन नहीं करता है सुनिश्चित करें" I knew Macey was correct, we couldn't do anything while we were on the plane, but the stares that the man was giving us started to get to me.
I decided that just in case I would warn Zach as well, "Der Mann gegenüber von uns hat bei uns auf der Suche nach einer Weile , ich bin an Bug geht ihm bald wieder ." I told Zach in German, I was going to bug the man that was starring.
Zach whispered to me in clear English this time, "Be careful."
I nodded and slipped past him, and into the isle way, pretending to make my way to the bathroom. As I walked past the man I pretended to slip, falling partially on top of him.
As I was about to slip the bug onto his coat lapel he turned my head and pulled a thin small knife from his pocket. He whispered, "Watch yourself Cameron," he pulled the small hearing device from my hand and made a thin cut with his knife on my arm, just enough so that it stung, "And also, remember, most operatives can speak German." Our entire interaction lasted no more than six seconds.
I shakily returned to my seat. Zach looked at me worried as he spotted the cut on my arm. He tried to look at my arm, but I just shook him off. The man new my name, we weren't even officially on our mission yet but I knew that this changed things. This person knew what I looked like, and he knew my name.
This also meant that this operative wasn't a part of the terrorist group that we were infiltrating. The CIA had specifically said that they wouldn't recognize us or know our names. This meant that we were going to be fighting two enemies instead of one.
I turned in my seat, resting my head and closing my eyes. I would worry about this when we were in France, and I could talk freely with Zach and Macey. As of now I fell asleep, two and a half hours of sleep really isn't enough.
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