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Chapter 9: A Disk, Flash Backs, and A Mission Objective

Last time:

Joe Solomon's P.O.V:

I guess the junior class wants to meet the pavement artist, I thought smugly…well…all they have to do is wait…

FLASH BACK ~~~~Back in Zach's Room, Zach's P.O.V. (he's breaking the news to his roommates):

Time: 3:24p.m.

Location: Room 108

P.O.V: Zachary Goode's

I had just gotten back from my little meeting with Joe. The news about Chameleon and him were swirling in my head like a hurricane. Joe is Chameleon's godfather…Chameleon is Joe's goddaughter…Joe is Chameleon's godfather…Chameleon is Jo--- I didn't finish my thought, I opened the door to our room. I looked in and saw Grant lying down on his bed, listening to his iPod nano (which was so loud, I could hear it, he was listening to "Be on You" by Flo Rida ft. Ne-yo) while reading PlayBoy magazine (that's my best friend for ya, my perverted best friend) My gaze shifted to Jonas who was typing away on his upgraded laptop, (no surprise there) They both looked up from what they're doing to say "hey".

"Where you been, man? I JUST GOT THE NEW PLAYB--" I cut him off, not wanting to hear his opinion on which was hotter, The Lingerie Contest or The Swimwear Fashion Show (he's told me worst…trust me on that one! You DO NOT want to know)

"Do you want to talk about a stupid magazine or do you want to talk about the Chameleon and Solomon?" I asked quickly. His eyes narrowed at me.

"Sure why not? But PlayBoy is NOT stupid, dude." He said stubbornly. Jonas rolled his eyes at Grant. I just had my smirk…

"Speaking of the Chameleon, there was a disk tucked into her folder, it's an electronic disk that links us to her file and other files that are connected to hers. You know, relatives, friends, roommates, etc. I'm guessing Solomon slipped this in for us," Jonas said with his matter-of-fact tone, except when he hit the word 'roommates' his voice went a bit higher. I looked at Grant, who had a goofy smile on his face.

"Hey, Zach, our little Jonas is finally growing up, he's got a crush on Chameleon's friend; that Sutton chick!" He practically yells. Jonas was turning a bright red as he looked down. I had to say that they DID seem good together, I mean, they're both computer experts and are going into the Research Track.

"WELL, I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE, YOU'RE CRUSHING ON THAT REBECCA BAXTER!" Jonas shoots back. Grant in return, chucks his pillow at Jonas's head and turned a bit pink. I noticed Grant didn't say anything (which is a first) to deny it. I began laughing, when Grant turned to me and narrowed his eyes once again.

"Who're you laughing at Goode, you're crazy about the Chameleon herself!" Grant exclaims. I didn't show anything, just my trade-mark smirk.

"What I'm laughing at Newman, is you. YOU the great Grant Newman, the ladies' man, is crushin' and blushin' on a girl you haven't even met," I mocked him, and to my answer and fake-shock he threw a new Dr. Pepper at me, of course, I dodge it. I turned quickly on feet, moving towards the beanbag chair, and catching the can of soda in my hand in one swift motion. I was now sitting nonchalantly in the chair with a drink.

"Gee, thanks Grant, how did you know I was thirsty?" I mocked once again, as I opened up the can. Grant glared again.

"Just a guess," Grant said with a frustrated tone, which was obviously telling me that things had not went the way he planned. Jonas cleared his throat.

"As I was saying, we can see Chameleon's current grades, friends, and other things that happening at Gallagher Academy," He finished, then looked at me.

"What?" I asked with fake-innocence, I'm not done annoying them yet, why would they think I'd stop so soon? I thought, amused.

"Zach stop fooling around, you said something about both Chameleon and Solomon?" Jonas stated the obvious…but that moment wasn't the best, actually, in retrospect, it was the worst possible situation at the moment…

Because, Tim Williams was walking past our room right at that moment. He looked at us with the glint in his green-gray eyes that means he's thinking of possible rumors to spread…in other words, he won't leave until he gets what he wants. I both mentally and physically groaned.

"We'll tell you everything if you leave as soon as possible," Jonas bargained. Tim smiled like a little boy on Christmas morning getting ready to open his present and sat on my bed…well…here's his present, I thought as I launched into the story…leaving most details out, details I intend on keeping to myself. After I finished, Tim left in a hurry, probably gonna tell the whole entire Blackthorne student body. Grant was in shock for 12 minutes and 18 seconds and Jonas was in shock for 12 minutes and 21 seconds. After that, we went into a full blown conversation about Joe Solomon and his goddaughter.

FLASH BACK ~~~~BACK TO THE PRESENT: ONE SEMESTER LATER~!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Time: 8:23 a.m.

Location: Eastern Hallway (one of them)

P.O.V: Zachary Goode's

It's been approximately a semester since I've first found out that the Chameleon and Solomon were godparent and godchild. I'm Zachary (Zach) Goode, age 16, 5 foot and 11.6 inches, the same wavy brown hair (just a bit longer) and the same green eyes. It's been about 23 weeks since that day…the day that I had finally realized that I was in love…in love with a girl I hadn't even met…I was walking to my CoveOps class which was still in the cold-tiled, cold steeled room of Sublevel 1 (Next year I'll be a Junior and enter Sublevel 2). I've spent my break here at Blackthorne, as usual. Oh, I didn't tell you? Well, I don't just stay here and learn. I actually live here. I don't have any relatives that I can stay with or anything, not like the Chameleon (I still hadn't managed to get her name, which haunted me most of my break) where she can go to her dad's side of the family and stay in Nebraska…My head went to the topic of Chameleon once again…like it's been doing ever since last semester.

What was on my mind this time was something pretty recent…Chameleon found a boyfriend…I found this out last weekend…

FLASH BACK ~~~~ROOM 108, 9: 16 P.M. Zach P.O.V:~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was just finishing up some COW (it's an acronym for 'Countries of the World' it has nothing to do with to do with cattle!) that Professor Nguyen had assigned us. When Jonas running (or well, stumbling) into our room. He looked slightly pale, and had wide eyes.

"Uh, Zach? I think you should probably look at this," He said, handing me his laptop. I looked at him, wondering what was the big deal, "Chameleon," He answered my silent question. I quickly opened the computer, and there on the screen had the headline "Chameleon Report" I gave Jonas a grateful look. He smiled, but something in that smile had me worried, he looked…sad…I started reading, all the while, my stomach was twisting and churning with an emotion I've never felt before…jealously,

"Chameleon Report:

The Chameleon, or the Operative, has been debriefed by the CIA for having clandestine meetings with a civilian of Roseville, Virginia who from this point on will be known as 'The Subject'. The Operative (Chameleon) has been having said meetings with The Subject for most of the first semester of her sophomore year. She had made a cover story Though The Operative was caught, she had been able to leave and come back to the Gallagher Academy for a semester to both meet secretly with The Subject and to resume her schoolwork without the authority's knowledge. She has impressed her superiors and had questioned the security of The Gallagher Academy of Exceptional Young Women. New Features have been added to the Academy's Security."

I was silent after that paragraph, though I was both pissed and jealous I couldn't help but be impressed once again by the Chameleon. She was able to sneak her way out of her school and was able to sneak back under to keep her grades up. The translation for this is basically saying that she snuck out of her school for a fucking semester to have a damn civilian boyfriend who didn't know she was a Gallagher Girl until the end. Idiot, I thought.

There was a link in the paragraph, a link to "The Subject" I clicked on it, wanting to learn what was so 'special' about this civilian and why Chameleon even bothered to sneak out for him.

"The Subject - Joshua (Josh) Adamson Abrams (A/N: Again, everything that is about Josh is NOT made up, this is coming straight from LYKY)

Address: 601 North Bellis in Roseville, Virginia

Occupation: Sophomore at Roseville High School - Home of the Fighting Pirates

GPA: 3.75. Difficulty in calculus and woodworking. Excels at English, Geography, and Civics

Family: Joan Ellen Abrams - Mother - 46 years old - housewife

Jacob Whitney Abrams - Father - 47 years old - pharmacist - sole proprietor of "Abram and Son Pharmacy"

Joy Marjorie Abrams - Sister - 10 years old - student (A/N: WOW~! They sure like names that start with 'J'…it's like my family, me and my 3 brothers names start with 'D'…mine is the one that's not really common…)

He's nothing special, I thought as I read Jim--Josh's file, I couldn't get why Chameleon went to so much trouble for this guy. That's until I read the next short paragraph…

The Subject seems to have met the Operative on her first mission (to tail Professor Smith) around the time that Chameleon had accomplished her mission. The Operative has quoted, "I didn't walk up to him and introduce myself, HE saw ME, when I wanted to be invisible,"

The Operative was forced to give up her relationship with The Subject.

This shocked me, I remembered that even CIA officials couldn't find her. I was sorta happy that she's not with him anymore, but when they said the word "forced"… I probably hate this "Jimmy" guy but I couldn't help but have a small (and when I say 'small' it's microscopic small!) amount of respect for him (he DOES have good taste, I'll give him that) but of course…not enough respect for me to call him by his name…( AND THUS…"JIMMY" WAS BORN,)

FLASH BACK OVER~! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BACK TO THE PRESENT~! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I heard two pairs of feet speed-walking behind me…I knew it was Grant and Jonas, I left them in our room without waking them up. They were probably pissed at me…oh well, they'll get over it. They finally caught up with me.

"ZACH! WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU WAKE US UP?!" Grant scolded me. I just had a bored expression on…which really wasn't much of a mask, I was really bored…not for long though…

"Zach, why hadn't you woken us up?' Jonas said with a much more calm voice, he's always a morning person, his hair was less messy than Grant's new "wear your fur ball on your head" hairstyle. I gave Grant a smirk and said

"I thought you guys were spies, and spies can always wake up on time, right?" Jonas seemed to ponder this, while Grant was still slightly steaming.

"And I didn't want to wake Grant up because we was moaning something that sounded oddly like 'Rebecca' which was VERY creepy by the way, and Jonas seemed like he was having a nice dream of Elizabeth, so I didn't want to wake you both," That sure shut them up.

The next thing we know, we're in a fork in the road, where Grant and I continue forward, when Jonas turns down the left hallway. Oh, I didn't tell you? Well, you see Jonas is more of a technology person than the "I-can-kill-you-and-make-it-look-like-an-accident" type of spy, so he's going into the Research Track this semester. Grant and I continued walking down the hall. We now had CoveOps in the morning instead of the afternoon, which Grant REALLY hated…he's more of a night person…and NO that doesn't apply to the series: 'Night World"…OH GOD! NOT LIKE THAT EITHER! At least I HOPE not like that…or else I'm gonna need a new room…

We reached the room that granted us access to Sublevel 1. Each semester they had a different code on getting in, this semester it was an eye-scan. I walked up to the wall that was made of stone…that's when I found it, a small loose ash-colored stone. I tapped it only once (meaning I want access to Sublevel 1) and it slid aside, revealing a scanner. A blue light flashed out and examined my right eye, the words "ACCESS GRANTED" were in the color green, flashing on the screen. Grant did the same. A familiar elevator opened up on our right, ready to take us back to Sublevel 1.

The elevator door opened, and we advanced into the classroom. I looked in and saw that Mario, John, Cole, and Tim were already there, talking about god knows what. I sat down in my usual seat with Grant to my left. John is in front of me and Cole is behind me. Tim was next to John and Mario next to Tim. We waited for Mr. Solomon to show up, he's always late, in the meantime, Rich, Chris, and Corey Baker showed up, obviously relieved Joe wasn't there yet. I started eyeing the classroom…something was wrong…I snuck glances at Grant and everyone else in the room. They didn't seem to notice. I got up and searched the room…that's when I found a sticky note was stuck under Solomon's cold steel desk (which he barely uses, he mostly uses it to lean on) I smirked. What I read wasn't that shocking…

"Sophomore C.O. Class CANCELED.

Meet outside, front lawn, 9: 30 a.m.

Don't wear your UNIFORMS! - Solomon"

I smirked, "mission time," I thought. I put the note down on the desk and walked to the door, Grant followed with a confused expression. The rest of the class crowded around the desk to see what the noted said.

"What was that note? And how the hell did you know there was even a note in the first place?!" Grant asked. I just continued smirking.

"It was a note from Solomon, we're having a mission," I said.

"Okayyyy…but that still doesn't explain how you knew," He said. My smirk, widened at this.

"Spy." I said as I pointed to myself. Grant groaned, I just laughed. We made it to our room to change out of our uniform. I don't really have much clothes, most of the I'm in a uniform or disguise. So dressing normal seemed…weird. (That made absolutely no sense) I put on some dark denim jeans, a plain white t-shirt that hugged my muscles; showing them off, and a black genuine leather jacket. Grant had on a white long-sleeved shirt that was pretty tight (about the same as mine) with the sleeves rolled up right above the elbows. He had on black denim jeans.

"Okay, dude, how's my hair?" He asked, messing with his "furr ball" for hair. To be honest it looked even worse…I began laughing. Grant looked at me, then went rushing into the bathroom. I heard a faint, echoing "HOLY SHIT!" coming from our bathroom, I just laughed harder! After the hair fiasco was over (which took 9 minutes and 44 seconds) we made our way to the front lawn, we had left a note for Jonas saying we were going to be gone for the day.

I walked out of the door, only to be met by a cold gust of wind, thank god that the sun was out…I shivered and zipped up my jacket, Grant was basically turning into an icicle right before my eyes. Should've worn a Jacket, man, I thought. I gazed out onto the front lawn, I saw that everyone was there. I was then hit by an overpowering mixture of smells…of…of…COLOGNE?! WHAT THE HELL?!

Once the smell of cologne began to make me nauseous, Mr. Solomon popped out of nowhere. I looked at all of us, a second longer stare with me though. I haven't had a heart-to-heart talk with Solomon since that day. He motioned for all of us to follow him, so we did. I was in front of the crowd, I'm more of a leader than a follower, I always figured because I was always courageous or maybe it was that I was the best person for the job. Probably both. I smirked at that.

Mr. Solomon was now standing in front of a CIA upgraded helicopter, most of the guys stared at the thing in awe, I was smirking, I knew we were gonna ride in one. He told us to all hop on. But before that he explained our mission…and I had to say, even I didn't expect it…

"Your mission today gentlemen, is to track down Gallagher Girls…that is, unless they don't find you first…"

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