Chapter 12: Vacationing in London

Cameron Morgan's POV:

I had met Bex's sister once, several years ago, around the time we were starting Gallagher. I still remembered the fact of how she looked a lot like her older sister, only a younger version. That about her still hadn't changed.

She was eleven or twelve now, I think, and she looked it. Her face still held that child-like structure while her gray eyes looked years older. Older from experience. Still, with the exception of her eyes, she looked like a normal, young girl—one who just happened to be an experienced hacker.

"Hailey, you remember Cameron," Bex said going around her sister. Hailey looked up and watched me with cautious, timid eyes. "From the Gallagher Academy."

There seemed to be click as her face brightened and she smiled. "The headmistress's daughter." I nodded.

"Hailey, I have a favor to ask you." Hailey turned back to face her older sister. "I need you to look someone up, see if you can find any information on them."

"You mean, hack?" she asked, a grin spreading across her face while her eyes sparkled. There was no doubt about what this girl would be spending her time on in the future, which wasn't a bad thing considering she was shy and didn't inherit the strength Bex had. She had a much different calling than her sister.

Bex nodded looking proud. "I want you to see if you can find a Zachary Goode on our home database. He attends or attended the Blachthorne Academy Institute for Boys."

"How old should he be?" Hailey asked. She opened her desk drawer where she was sitting at. "Around what age range?"

"Sixteen or seventeen."

Hailey took out a notepad and was jotting down the information, slashing a line under Zach's name for emphasis. "Anything else I can go by? Maybe looks?"

A sly look came toward me from Bex as I rolled my eyes in return. "Dark hair. Green eyes. Six foot. And he smirks, a lot. That about covers it," I said my lips tight together. Hailey nods while writing it all down even the smirking part, which I wasn't be serious on, or well, not very serious.

She stood up tapping her pencil on the pad on top of the notes. "Am I looking for anything specific? Like childhood, grades, where he lives maybe." There was a small smile at the last part as she looked from Bex to me.

"Yes," Bex replied looking solemn and glancing around. Hailey and I both leaned in to listen carefully. "Anything and everything you can find on Zach would be most helpful."

"Well that helps narrow it down, sis." Her voice was filled in sarcasm but Bex just smiled.

Hailey flipped the cover of her notepad over and pushed her pencil in the curling spiral holder on top. I took notice at the sparkly kitten on the front of the pad that looked quite normal. It wasn't something I would normally second guess except for the fact that there was something strange about the eyes that didn't look right to me. Considering this was a family of spies I didn't really want to know anything more about the notepad than what I saw.

"Do you think you can break easily into our database, Hailey?" Her sister gave her a look. "Just making sure my little sister is as good as I remember."

"Well your wrong Rebecca, I'm even better than you remember."

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After tricking the house staff into staying downstairs Bex, Hailey, and I were safely in the cozy, deadly study of the Baxters.

"I wouldn't sit down on anything. Actually I wouldn't touch anything but the carpet if I were you," Hailey said while she took a seat in the leather chair behind the desk after having checked it twice. Bex stood next to her as they faced the computer. "Mom and dad like to keep most rooms, especially this one, on high alert. It's best to touch the least you can." She turned to Bex. "Do you have a way of going past the scanner? Once we have the computer on I can easily hack away at the system."

Reaching into her back pocket Bex pulled out a plastic mint carrier. She opened the lid and carefully pulled out certain items I cannot mention (some I think might actually be illegal). Within minutes the security system had been fooled and it was time for Hailey to start hacking away.

"It's times like these when its actually easy to have spy parents," Bex said packing her kit away.

I stood by her watching Hailey closely as her fingers flew over the keyboard. She was blowing through the security walls almost faster than I had seen anyone do before. If we put her and Liz together I doubted there was any database they couldn't break into no matter how high tech secured.

"Are you almost there?" Bex asked leaning overhead her sister starring directly at the screen.

"No, not quite. The security has been changed like usual so it will take a few minutes to figure out how this one works. I say give it another five minutes, eight tops." She sounded slightly frustrated as she spoke. She froze for a minute as a warning box popped up and then went back to typing like crazy.

"Rebecca? Cameron?" A voice called from downstairs.

"Great, bloody great," Bex muttered. She looked down at her watch. "It's early."

"Early, early for what?" I asked.

Bex's mom's voice rang through the house again. "Girls, we need to leave now. Traffic will be bad enough because of the winter rush. So it would be best to go to the stores now."

"Stores, Bex," I hissed. I should have known. Shopping.

She gave me a quick apologetic look, whispered something in her sister's ear, kissed her quickly on top of her head, and then grabbed my arm and rushed us both out of the room. We were down the stairs in less than two minutes.

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(Hailey's Note)

Operation: Hack and search for requested boy

Requesters: Rebecca Baxter and Cameron Morgan

Subject:

Zachary Goode

Blackthorne Academy

16 ~ 17

Usual looks – Dark hair, Green eyes, Six foot

Information: EVERYTHING

P.S. Smirks (importance: none)

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Zachary Goode's POV:

Cameron. I hadn't seen her in what felt like years. She looked inches taller than last time we met. Her hair seemed longer and lighter or maybe that was just from the sun.

I stayed my distance, afar, sitting at the restaurant waiting for my aunt and my sister. Harper had stayed back at the hotel wanting time alone and Aunt Rachel had let her with no questions asked. I wasn't sure if that was such a good idea.

Cameron was searching the streets subtly trying to find someone. She seemed to be hesitant through the searches as if she wasn't sure the person would be around or not. Could she possibly…

Her eyes darted my way and by that time I had turned around in my seat pretending to be looking at the posters on the doors in boredom. I wasn't sure if she would recognize me. I wasn't in a disguise, necessarily. All I had on was a worn-out baseball cap, dark sunglasses, a baggy jacket, and even bagger pants. Nothing at all like what my old school uniform was.

I could feel her eyes scanning the building and then starring straight at the back of my head. I might have just been paranoid.

"Cammie," I heard Bex calling out, the familiar 'British Bombshell'.

I could practically hear Grant's voice calling her that. I would probably never see him, or Jonas, or any of the other guys again. And that would be a good thing considering what I was destined for.

Turning my head to glance over my shoulder I saw Cammie jogging over to her friend who didn't seem to change in the least when I last saw her. Besides the fact that she wasn't in uniform instead she was in a more fashionable, noticeable clothing style choice. Cammie was in more casual wear where she wasn't popping out as much as Bex. That didn't surprise me, she wasn't known as the Chameleon for nothing.

They started talking in low whispers Cammie seeming desperate to leave. Bex just rolled her eyes looped her arm through hers and practically dragged Cammie in the next store. I smiled sub-consciously.

"Enjoying the view," Aunt Rachel called out. I turned around to see her looking down at me with raised eyebrows, eyes glistening. Keira was next to her, grinning knowing exactly who I saw. "See anybody familiar? Anybody…interesting?" she asked. The words held a double meaning.

I shook my head, mumbled, "No. Nothing," and walked right past them. Away from where I wanted to be the most.

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Cameron Morgan's POV:

"You found a Zachary Goode, Hailey! Really?" I was shocked. Maybe because at school we hadn't yet this pre-teen was able to in her own home. Although, she did have the latest high tech devices and I mean the absolute latest, about seconds latest.

"Yep," she said, nodding. "But I don't think he's the one you're looking for. He is in an American Rock band that was formed back in two-thousand and two in San Diego, California. It's called Divided by Zero. He does vocals and the acoustic guitar. He never went to Blackthorne, ever, instead he went to Saint Anns down in Brooklyn."

"Was that the only Zach you could fine?" I asked, desperate.

"No, but he was the youngest," Hailey replied without a second thought.

"And he's not even in high school anymore," Bex added.

"No that was over two decades ago. He's thirty nine now. Oh and he has a puppy do you want to see a picture?" Hailey suddenly became really excited and it was a little strange.

"Hales, I'm sure you eliminated him as the Zach we were looking for before you found out he had a puppy. Being a bit stalkerish?"

"No, I'm being thorough." She sounded hurt and insulted. "It's what a good spy does."

"Was he really the youngest you could find, Hailey?" I asked, trying to find some hope.

Hailey shrugged. "Maybe not, but I've looked through them all. None fit the description you gave me and no one went or goes to a school anywhere near Blackthorne or to Blackthorne for that matter. It's just that this Zach stood out because he was in a band. But, no, I couldn't find the one you're looking for not with the name you gave."

Bex paced for a moment, thinking, then turned back over to Hailey. "Do you think you could break into the Blackthorne's list of students Hale? Do a scan through the students and find the ones that best match Cammie's description."

"I already started to try, but it will take days for me to get a list. The security they have is tight, really tight. It won't be an easy crack."

"But you think you can do it?"

"I'm sure going to try that's for sure."

"That's my sister."

A/N: What do you think? Do you like Bex's sister? Do you like Aunt Rachel? We'll the freedom last…Review…Extra note today is my birthday, reviews would be pleasing to see.