Our Mission to France
~Chapter Four~
"Ooo, Cam, who's that?" Bex said, pointing to Zach from the back seat. There was seven seats in the car; two in the very back, three in the middle and two in the front. Liz, and her partner, Jonas were sitting in the very back, Bex, Macey and I in the middle, and Zach, driving with Grant in the passenger seat.
"That's Zach, Bex, he's my partner."
"Do you like him?"
"No! He's just a friend." I said quieter, after all we were in a car filled with spies.
"Suuure."
"I'm serious. Now be quiet. Everyone can hear you."
"Who cares? Unless… you do like him…" I just shook my head.
We had pulled up the hotel, and dragged the luggage up to our rooms, before we all settled together in the living room of me and Zach's hotel room.
Zach and I were sprawled out on the couch, Liz and Jonas were both sitting on two swivel chairs, and Macey, Bex, and Nick were sitting on the floor.
"So," Zach started, "The founders of I.A.N. are holding their annual gala, and were invited."
Macey shot up, "Were going to a gala? As in black-tie event, and you guys are only telling me now!" She practically dragged Bex, Liz, and I out of the living room and into the bedroom.
I heard Nick call out that "We have to leave in three hours!" as I rounded the corner and we were plopped onto the bed.
Macey had dug out her suitcase and was pulling one long, stunning, dress out after another. Eventually I was handed a dark red dress that ran to the floor, with lace sleeves. I looked at Macey in disagreement. There was no way I could pull off a gorgeous dress like this.
"Come on, Cam. You'll look stunning." Macey handed me the dress.
"But-" she cut me off.
"Go." Macey pushed me into the bathroom and I changed into the dress. I could hear Macey arguing with Liz about something.
When I stepped out of the bathroom Liz gasped, Bex grinned and Macey looked up from her makeup bag to smile at me.
"Cam, you look gorgeous." Macey.
"Bloody brilliant." Bex.
"You look really pretty, Cammie." Liz.
I took a look at what they had changed into. Liz was in a draping high-low dress in royal blue. Bex was in a silvery-pale blue dress that dropped to the floor accentuating her figure. Macey was in layered dark purple dress. They all looked gorgeous.
"You guys look incredible. You look stunning."
Macey had already pulled her long dark hair into a sleek ponytail, effectively showing off her dress, and was now forming Liz's short hair into an almost-1920's style. Bex was twisting her own hair into a French twist.
"Cam, Come here, I need to curl your hair." Macey called, waving me over. I walked over to her and sat down in a chair in front of her. Macey started to separate pieces if hair to curl into smooth ringlets.
In less than fifteen minutes we were all walking down the hallway to meet the boys. I wobbled down the hall in the heels Macey forced me into. The boys didn't notice us at first; Zach was fiddling with his tie, Grant and Nick were we looking on their phones (Grant looked like he was playing a game), and Jonas was typing on his laptop (I'd say at least 203 words per minute).
Zach looked up as we walked into the kitchen. Shock laced his expression, and then a look of longing passed over his features. He was probably looking at Macey, or Bex, or even little Lizzy. A pang of jealousy shot through me and I didn't know why. I shouldn't be jealous if a boy looked at my gorgeous best friends, I was used to it.
"Ready?" I asked.
Zach was still fiddling with his tie. He couldn't seem to get it tied. "Almost."
"Here." I walked over to him and quickly tied his tie into a simple knot. I had watched my Mom tie my Dad's tie for years before… he… never came back.
"Thanks." Zach flashed me a smile. It made me smile. Why did it make me smile?
"Come on, Come on, we have to go!" Nick passed by us and headed out the door.
Macey stomped past us outside grumbling, "Why do I have to have such a bossy partner?" I laughed at how funny it was that she had a partner with almost the same personality as her.
Bex and Grant walked past us out the door, I overheard them making fun of the James Bond movies. Liz and Jonas walked after them; I noticed Liz blushing at something Jonas had said to her. Nerd love was so cute.
"Shall we go?" Zach bowed and offered me his arm, I laughed at his funny behavior and he grinned up at me.
I took his arm jokingly and we walked out to the car, laughing. We climbed into the very back seats and quickly went over our covers for the tonight.
As we pulled up to the house we all filed out of the car and assumed our covers.
I kept my head held up high and gently placed my hand on Zach's arm. The room was a large ballroom. The floors were smooth marble, and there were red and gold velvet curtains lined on the wall, it looked like something from Beauty and the Beast.
Our group split up to chat with various leaders from I.A.N. Zach and I was quickly approached by a middle-age man with dark hair and a crisp suit.
"Hello, Miss. Montgomery, Mr. Thompson. A pleasure it is to see you here." The man said, "I'm Johnathon Valintino." There was something familiar about him.
Bonjour Monsieur Valintino," I remembered to keep my French accent, it was after all, supposed to be my first language.
Zach nodded to Johnathon, "Mr. Valintino."
"Mr. Liam Thompson, I have heard many things about you and your girlfriend, but no one has mentioned how beautiful she is. You are very lucky." Zach grinned at me.
"Very lucky, I am."
"Miss. Montgomery, I have heard so much of your musical talents, I'm sure many of our guests would love to see you play something?" Mr. Valintino looked toward me.
I saw a look of fear in Zach's eyes, "Oh, I'm not sure you should tonight, Tiff. You've been up working so late these nights; we wouldn't want to put strain on you." I could hear the panic in Zach's voice; he didn't know that I could actually play the violin.
"It's no problem, Liam, I'm sure it would be alright if I played one song."
Johnathon silenced the orchestra that was softly playing in the background. He brought me over a beautiful violin, and I began to play a classical song. This was one of the times I was most thankful for Mrs. Dabney's Culture class.
Playing the violin relaxes me. I don't get a chance to play very often, but I remember now why I choose to play this.
The song finishes quietly, and the sound of applause replaces the music. I didn't notice that that many people had begun listening. I was suddenly self-conscious to all the starring eyes, and I felt my cheeks heat up bright red as Zach pulled me to him.
"Cam, you're too cute for your own good." Zach whispered into my ear. He didn't use my cover. He didn't say 'Tiffany' he said 'Cam'. He must have made a mistake. It has to be a part of our cover. He's talking to Tiffany, not me.
"Miss. Montgomery, Mr. Thompson, if it's not too much trouble, I would like to invite you to my office for some tea and a bit of business. I know this was supposed to be an entertainment event, but I thought now would be a good time to have a little chat."
Zach looked at me, I nodded. "Sure, Monsieur Valintino, we would love to have some tea." I spoke for the two of us. Zach looked at me and quietly gestured to the direction that Bex and Grant stood in.
"Excuse me for a moment, I have to use the restroom, I will be right back." Zach said, before zigzagging in the direction of Bex and Grant.
"Miss. Tiffany, I'm sure we can head up to my office real quick while Mr. Thompson is away, don't you think?"
"Well, I think we should…"
He interrupted me, "I'm sure Mr. Thompson will find his way back to us." Johnathon lead me away from the ballroom, down the hall and into and office with a dark wooden desk.
"Miss. Morgan." I was dumbfounded. How did he know who I was? My mind raced through possibilities until I came up to one thing. The man on the plane. Johnathon Valintino was on the plane.
"It's you." I said, angling my body for attack.
"Well, Miss. Cameron Morgan, there's no need for attack unless that is what you wish."
I didn't move.
"Very well." Johnathon moved so quickly that his individual movements blurred, and the next thing I know I have a knife pressed to my throat.
I chocked on my words, forcing them out over the sting that the knife was bringing. It had just cut my skin. "Why would I.A.N. want to kill me?"
"Oh dear, I had hoped you would have figured it out by now. I.A.N. isn't just any old terrorist group. This is the Circle of Cavan."
Johnathon quickly moved the knife, and my vision went black.
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-MischiefManaged1916