When Krystal and I finished packing the clothes, we took all the bags to the roof, where Bex was waiting. We stood on wither side of the British Bombshell and grasped her hands tightly. We dropped the bags at our feet and turned our faces to the moon so that Liz would know that it was safe to land her hovercopter (a Elizabeth Sutton original craft that has the speed and maneuverability of a helicopter, but the silence of a hovercraft). We were, to an outsider's eye, lionesses. Brave and Strong. When actually, we were kittens, afraid and small.

The hovercopter suddenly blocked the moon and hands pulled all of us into the sleek black body. As soon as we were inside, Zach was holding me in his arms, taking me to a bed where Liz was waiting withwith an x-ray scanner. I stretched to the bedst of my ability and Liz slowly passed the scanner over my body and I saw that my rib was just bruised. While Liz and Macey were wrapping me in the bandages, Krystal was telling the story, with some comments from Bex here and there. When they got to the part where mKrystal took over, I listeneed carefully to hear her side of the story.

"Theo was pulling a gun out of the cell-phone holster at his side and freaked. My mind froze and m instincts took over. I kicked him in the head and while he was shocked, I pulled Karina our of his arms and threw her across the stage to her boyfriend. I don't really know what happened after that. My mind completely shut down. I think I killed him, though."

One of the boys with strawberry-blond curly hair and light blue eyes (a traditional Irish moron) barked out a quick laugh and turned to his friends. "Il gattino pensa che รจ una leonessa!" he smirked, obviously trying for the I-know-something-you-don't Zach effect, but failing. He was awful at it.

Another thing he was awful at was impressing people. Just as he smirked, Krystal Jade smacked him across the face. "Do you realize that I'm not dumb! I speak Italian! I went to Italy for an all-summer camp thingy and I know that you just said 'Kitten thinks she's a lioness!' or something along those lines. Let me clarify one thing for you bozos," she turned her murderous eyes to all of the boys. "Well really it's two things that go together: One! Girls can do anything boys can do, and they do it it stilletos."-insert boys' smirks and scoffs of laughter along with Krystal Jade's death-glare-"Shut UP!" she screamed, stamping her foot. Wierdly, at that moment, the hovercraft shot into the air. Krystal started to fall over onto me, but she changed the direction of her fall so she could do a front-handspringand kick the boy who had spoke in Italian in the face. She still had her high-heels on, so she proved her point quite nicely.

"Secondly!" Krystal laughed loudly. "I not only think I am a lioness. I am one." Her lips curled back into a smirk so much like Zach's that I was speechless. Sadly, the boys still had use of their mouthes. They all let out one bark of laughter.

That was all the time they had.

I don't really know what happened at that point. All I know is that one second the boys were laughing, the next, most of the girls were struggling to hold Krystal away from their crushes.

The Irish Moron leaned in as if he was going to say something mocking, but Zach jumped to his side and grippe his arm tightly. "Tim, dude. Leave her alone. Things'll clear up." my Blackthrne Boy siad lightly, shaking him gently (Well, gently for spies. If we were civilians, it would be rather rough.)

I walked (well, limped weakly) over to Kris and waved the others away. I grabbed her shoulders and stared into her eyes and just kept my pokerface. She looked so hurt and I could tell that Tim was just reopening old, painful wound. Then Krystal Jade Gallagher did something incredible. She, without even a blink, slipped a mask over her eyes so the emotions were all gone.

"Was it Anthony?" I asked her and she just kept staring at me.

"Who was it then?" The entire cabin was silent and watchful.

"Really?" I asked Kris, figuring that she used to have a crush that then crushed her (like my pun?).

"Whoa. Girls are telapathic." Tim breathed.

"No. Not all girls." my almost-sister started, taking my hands off her shoulders and gripping them in her own.

"Just spy girls." we finished in unison, still staring into the other's eyes.

I have to apologize for being an awful updater. I just am grounded from the computer until I clean my room and that is an impossible act. I am sneaking on my dad's computer to write this.