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Chapter 6: A Memory, A Pizza, and Clean Clothes
Time: 10:21a.m.
Location: Madison Street, outside of American Eagle
P.O.V: Zachary Goode's
I'm the best student in the sophomore class at the Blackthorne Institute for Intelligent Young Men, I'm the best spy-in-training, I can take on ANYTHING the world throws at me, my parents funeral, an ass-kicking P.E. session with the world's best CIA agents, and I even stole a freaking car that turns out to be owned by the head of a one of the most-wanted gangs out there!…Yet, I couldn't find a damn outfit. I groaned out of frustration.
"I don't even get why we need the clothes now, we finished the mission, what more does Solomon want?!" Grant whined, to be honest, I don't get why we have to have the clothes either…we usually only need normal clothes if we're going into town sometimes. Solomon's crazy, I thought. He probably is, but he's also the best spy at the School, The small voice almost sounded taunting. I finally recognized the voice, it was mine, (well if my voice was a bit higher and a bit more annoying) I internally groaned, Look at me, the 'shopping spree' Solomon assigned us is driving me to talk to my more annoying inner self! I might as well, transfer from the Blackthorne Institute to a Mental Institute. I snapped out of my thoughts, I knew I needed more sleep, I usually get like this from loss of sleep, the last time I wouldn't let myself go to sleep was when my parents were reported missing. The awful memories I've been holding back for all these years were flooding back…NO…why now? Now of all times…no…
*Flash Back* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~10 years ago~~~~~~ Goode's residence~~~~~6 year-old Zach P.O.V.
It was only a few hours ago when I heard possibly the worst news I've ever heard, in my six years of being alive…my parents…they…were reported…m-missing…The news hadn't registered in my mind right away, well…could you really blame me? I may be a super-spy kid, but my parents were the best, they've been on missions before, they've always come home…but, not this time…why? I couldn't understand it…The time I heard the CIA officials was at 9:39 p.m. a time that was permanently imprinted into my memory. When I was about to go to sleep, and my uptight older-than-a-dinosaur baby-sitter (which, by the way, I objected to, I didn't want that cranky old lady here and I was way too good of a spy to have a even HAVE a baby-sitter~) [A/N: You all heard it right! The boy was born to be cocky, it's in his DNA!] was going to tuck me in. The officials had come in person to tell me…I didn't cry, the information they gave me hadn't set in long enough…I thought they were bluffing, just trying to test my spy skills to see if I could tell if they were lying or not…I convinced myself that, it worked… for a bit…when the truth was slowly taking reality. I bawled for hours, (which I had complete proof of, if you didn't think the great spy I was, would breakdown like that, my pillow case was soaking wet! I could make my own swimming pool if I wrung it out) I eventually cried myself to sleep, having sweet memories of my parents…but that's all they were…memories…history, something that was never going to happen again, that night, the old, cheery Zach Goode had died, and a new one with a constant cover, took his place…
*Flash Back Ended*~~~~~~~Back to the Present~~~~~ Outside of Aeropostale~~~~ Zach P.O.V.
As I was thinking this, a melancholy-like feeling settled over me. I sighed, wanting desperately to be back in my bed at Blackthorne. I sucked it up, and pulled my complete focus onto finding those god damn clothes. I turned to look into the Aeropostale that we passed, I just KNEW that it wouldn't be in there…I was raking my brain to think of any possible clues to the whereabouts to the clothes. All the while, Grant was whining (no surprise there…) to Jonas about how starved he was. After a few minutes of "Come'on I'm a big boy, I NEED FOOD!" and "What harm could it do, I'll even pay for it…or at least some of it…" and "PLEASE~!" Jonas and I finally caved in, we just wanted the guy to quit with the whining, if this is what it's like to have a younger brother or sister or child, I'm definitely glad I'm not a father, sibling, or a baby-sitter (But I bet you I could do a better job than dinosaur-old lady, and if you guys wonder why I keep calling her that it's because her name is impossible to pronounce, oh, you wanna try? Okay, here it is: Ms. Anolzschlockiesterchomeister…and that was the short version of it! Besides, the lady reminded me of a dinosaur, I mean she's old, scary-looking and had the voice of a T-Rex) We all decided on Pizza Hut, it was Grant's favorite and would mostly like keep his mouth shut the longest as oppose to Papa John's or something.
We turned the corner and went into Pizza Hut (all the shops were in order, and shared one building, only with different sections, Pizza Hut was in between Subway and Dollar Tree) Grant, Jonas, and I walked into the smell of freshly baked pizza. I automatically walked to a table that was close to the window. I wanted to keep an eye out for anything going on outside. Grant and Jonas soon followed, I sat on the first seat I could get while Grant sat diagonal of me and Jonas sat on the seat, with his back facing the window.
"Hey man, what're we gonna do?" Grant asked both me and Jonas, we all looked at each other, Jonas opened his mouth to speak, but another voice beat him to it, a female voice. We all looked up to see an average-looking redhead, in a Pizza Hut uniform that didn't do her any good.
"Hello, I'm Jazz, I'll be your server today, and what woulcha guys like?" Was her question, she was chomping loudly on her piece of gum and I heard a slight New York accent to her voice. We placed our order, a large pepperoni pizza. Jazz, walked off. We each talked about random things, thinking that Pizza Hut wasn't a safe place to be talking about the Chameleon. After a while Jazz came back to our table with her right hand holding up the pizza and her left holding up our drinks.
"Mm…FINALLY! FOOD!" Grant said loud enough that the entire restaurant turned their heads to look at him. That's Grant, for ya, I thought. I looked at our pizza, next to the pizza was a piece of paper, I expected it to be the girls' phone number, I picked it up. I decided to humor her. I opened it, ready to rip it up, when what I saw shocked me, there, in red ink read the words:
"John Sullivan, Dave's School of Identity Economics" I thought about why the letters A, C, D, and C were in black while everything else was in red, while Jonas and Grant read the note. I knew it couldn't be the band AC DC because, how does this "John Sullivan" have anything to do with it? (A/N: While I was thinking of the "secret message" hidden in the note, I didn't even noticed that I did the letters AC DC while I was writing this! It just happened!) I looked back at Jonas as he read the note, he raised his head.
"It's an acronym for something, a shop or something that's in town, I just know it," Jonas said, finality strong in his last 4 words. I nodded, if Jonas is final about something, then it's final, nothing more to it.
"Yeah, I think Jonas is right, but who the hell is 'John Sullivan' and how do we know this is a clue that leads to the clothes, we got this from the redhead…" he trailed off, our eyes started scanning all the employees…no redhead, DAMN IT ALL, WE MISSED HER AGAIN! I thought frustrated, though my cool, calm and confident cover was still intact. Grant and Jonas looked just as frustrated as felt.
"GUYS, I know what the acronym means…" Grant said…yeah, Grant, how the hell did he know?!
"Hurry, let's go!" Grant didn't let either Jonas or I react before bolting out the door. Jonas and I stood up to leave for the door, when we heard a throated being cleared VERY loudly. I turned around, I saw the manager, the laminated nametag that held the name 'Bill' was on his chest. He was beginning to bald and was pretty chubby. He was tapping his foot impatiently and looked pointedly at the few slices left on our plate. Grant…you better be damn right about that acronym. I thought as I gave the man my last $20.00. I walked out to see an annoyed Grant near the curb.
"COULD YOU GUYS BE ANY SLOWER, COME'ON!" He yelled, he then took off running down the sidewalk. I sighed, and started running as well, I easily caught up with him, but we slowed down enough for Jonas to catch up as well. That's when we made it in front of a small shop on Davidson Street. And there, in neon red lettering was the name of the shop; Arnold Clean's Dry Cleaners. I just gaped along with Jonas, Grant was grinning like a fool.
"How'd you know about this?" Jonas questioned, he had an eyebrow raised. Grant just shrugged,
"Arnold's is the best dry cleaners in an 179 miles radius of Blackthorne, 'member when I got that HUGE chocolate stain from last year?" he asked us, we nodded and mumbled 'yeah', ---that stain never came out, even with Jonas's modified chemicals and a washing machine that was pimped out by the CIA, (they added a laser for cry out loud!) that stain was still there!--- "well, I was desperate, and all so I came here and the stain was gone! These guys are the best" I stared at the guy skeptically and smirked If these guys can take out a genuine "Grant" stain, they MUST be the best…but does that mean the clothes is in there, oh well, it's our best shot…I walked up to the counter with my mask covering my face, I knew what to do now.
"Welcome to Arnold's, are you droppin' off or pickin' up?" said a guy with brown eyes and a GINORMIS zit on his forehead.
"I'll be pickin' up, and I'm pickin' it up for my Uncle John, John Sullivan," I lied, the lie was so smooth, I had to remind myself that I didn't even have an uncle. Zit guy nodded his head, and went into the back door that had a bright yellow sign saying "Employees Only" in bold black letters. He came back out soon enough with a hanger, there was one of those black clothes protector bags (I couldn't think of the name of those at that second) (A/N: I couldn't think of the name either, so sorry if that was OOC for Zach) He handed it to me, with a receipt, explaining that my "Uncle" had paid already so I didn't have to pay, which is a good thing, I was broke, GRANT sucked my wallet dry…ACTUALLY MORE LIKE ATE MY WALLET EMPTY. I thanked Zit-boy and started heading off to the Academy…FINALLY, MISSION/PUNISHMENT: PART TWO COMPLETE SUCCESS, PART THREE: RETURN TO BASE. (A/N: I was gonna stop there, but I think you guys would want more, so here it is)
Time: 12:11 p.m.
Location: Blackthorne Institute, CoveOps, Sublevel 1
P.O.V: Still Zachary Goode
We came back to Blackthorne to find that the rest of our class was still in town. Even some of the teachers were gone. I had the clothes slung casually over my right shoulder, as we walked into the halls of the institute. Grant and Jonas were grinning happily, while I--you guessed it---was smirking confidently, some people might find my confidence coming more like another 'c' word, cocky, I'm confident, not cocky (A/N: He's in such denial, wouldn't you agree with, my readers?) but my mind wasn't focusing on the words 'cocky' or 'confident' nope, it was focused on another 'c' word, "Chameleon" The girl's literally the best spy-in-training (well, besides me) I've seen so far. I was thinking that she would make a good girlfri---NO, I'M NOT GOING TO LET MYSELF THINK OF HER LIKE THAT, SHE'S A RIVAL, THAT'S IT, I'M NOT GOING TO LET MYSELF FALL FOR HER, I thought. The small voice that was silent for most of the mission (which I appreciated) decided to speak up at that moment Too late, Zachy…I internally groaned, I absolutely hated that name, the only person on earth…or well, in heaven, that could call me that was my mom, and my dad when he wanted to tease me. That's when the pain of the memory was still in the edges of my mind, the old Zach Goode was gone for good, he was weak (I think that's the first time I dissed myself). I was the only one at Blackthorne without a parent. None of the guys could understand what I was going through…another reason why Chameleon and couldn't be together (My stomach twisted at that thought of that…I was thinking that it was from the memories of my parents…man, was I wrong… for once), she wouldn't get me at all. (A/N: THAT'S WHAT HE THINKS) She wouldn't understand this kind of pain, she probably has a perfect life, with the best grades and being the best spy-in-training at GA and all. We made it to Sublevel 1 as I finished this thought.
"Well done gentlemen, you did better than I thought you would, even with the help of Chameleon," Mr. Solomon said. Huh, was that a supposed to be a compliment? I handed him the hanger. He took it and slung it over his shoulder, he started exiting the room, when Grant stopped him with a question…he sure asks a lot of questions…
"Sir? Why did you have us pick up clothes? I mean, we rarely need it because of the whole uniform thing…so is that like a super suit or something…from the CIA or somewhere else?" I had to admit that I was curious to why these clothes were so important, but I wouldn't let anyone else know that I was curious, I'm known as the know-it-all guy with the smirk (well, I AM a genius, with a great smirk, but even GENIUSES need a break too).
"No, it's not from the CIA or is valuable for a mission," He said, his back was still to us but he turned his head far enough, to let someone else know he's talking to someone. While he was talking there was a tinge of amusement in his voice.
"Then why did you have us pick it up?" Jonas fired back, just as curious as Grant. Solomon smiled (I've been seeing that smile a lot lately, which is really starting bug me, I think I liked the guy better when he barely showed any emotion at all)
"These,"----holding the bag towards our direction, "are my clothes, I didn't feel like going into town today, so I had you boys do it," He answered. And turned down to the hallway where the teacher's dormitory was located, chuckling softly the whole way. I was gaping slightly, while Jonas and Grant's chins were practically touching the cold tiled floor of our classroom…huh, why that son of a…forget it, you win this round Solomon…but I guarantee I'll be the one laughing next time…
WOW~…pretty anticlimactic, wouldn't you say? AND I'D LIKE TO SAY TO EVERYONE THAT I DON'T INTEND ON MAKING THIS A GRAMMIE(or Crant) FANFIC, OR A JAMMIE(that goes for BOTH Josh and Jonas) fanfic, it's 100% ZAMMIE~! THERE WILL BE BRIEF BRANT AND JIZ! ~I HAVE ANOTHER ANNOUNCMENT…FOR ONE OF THE FUTURE CHAPTERS, I'LL BE LOOKING FOR SONG SUGGESTIONS: THE REQUIREMENTS OF THE SONG:
1. The singer can't be too famous yet or they could have been really famous before and just stopped singing (ex: JoJo)
2. Female voice
3. The song has to be upbeat, something that you can dance to.
4. IT HAS TO BE A GOOD SONG~!
5. The song can be about anything, except for anything dirty…
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