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Chapter 10: The Mall, An Elevator, and A Guitar Case

Time: 9:34 a.m.

Location: CIA Helicopter

P.O.V: Zachary Goode's

We're tailing Gallagher Girls…and they're tailing us…in a freaking mall in NEW YORK CITY, I thought. The thought of Chameleon was resurfacing, but I pushed it back, I was going to need to focus if I was gonna accomplish this mission. Grant was happy…no, that'd be an understatement…he was beaming so much I thought his face would be stuck like that, and that was the reason he was smiling for about…uh, I don't know…4 hours? I could only think of one cause for this…GIRLS…but more specifically…a girl named, Rebecca. Not that I could blame him, I was feeling the same way about Chameleon…but no way was I gonna show that. But then again, I guess I DID show it a little…I was smirking a lot.

It takes 7 hours and 24 minutes to get from Maine to NYC when driving, so riding on a helicopter would, obviously, be faster (5 hours 37 minutes) but riding on a tricked out CIA version of a helicopter, definitely will be faster (4 hours 11 minutes) You gotta love the CIA when they speed things up, (A/N: I'm sorry, if these are wrong, I just want to hurry it up so that they'll be at the mall sooner)

I was thinking about our mission, rewinding and playing Solomon's words in my mind. We were to tail and compromise the 13 Gallagher Girls of the sophomore CoveOps class, we'd be wearing comms units so it would be easy to tell Mr. Solomon. He said that we had to tail them (of course, we would have to report that we're tailing them first) for at least 15 minutes, without losing them, by the 15 minute mark the girl would be automatically compromised and vice versa. Pretty simple and basic.

My mind was going back to Chameleon (again), this time I let it…Chameleon is going to be very professional on this mission, this is her strong point after all. As I finished this thought, Joe popped into the room.

"Gentlemen, we will be there in approximately 6 minutes and 53.4 seconds, get your equipment, now," Mr. Solomon ordered. I got out of my seat with my classmates as we looked at the different possible covert tools. I grabbed a comms unit, a few napotine patches to stick into my wallet, and a covert dog tag necklace where you could carve out your name but was really a camera, a WATERPROOF camera (Solomon liked to monitor us on our missions, ever since the "Chameleon Boyfriend" thing, even though I read that she had a necklace-cam in the shape of a silver cross.)

The camera I was putting around my neck was reminding me more of her file, the cover story she had improvised…I memorized it and could practically recite perfectly, like a priest in his church…which brought me back to the silver cross she was wearing and how it was such a huge part of her cover story:

Cover Story of the Chameleon:

Name: _________ Solomon (she must've deleted her name…thank god I knew they were godparent and godchild, or else I would have thought she had an obsession over Solomon)

Age: 15

DOB: November 19th

Occupation: Home Schooled for religious reasons

Family:

Mother - bakes well (A/N: YEAH RIGHT~!) - Peace Corps - Night classes at Library

Father - engineer

Has sisters (not a complete lie…)

(And my personal favorite…)Cat named Suzie - enjoys playing with bottles - traumatic incident with glass in her paw

Likes: eating waffles when sick (which I read was noted true) - mint chocolate cookie ice cream- her cat Suzie - spy movies (it was to be expected)

I was snapped out of my thoughts, as the mission nudged its way back into mind. I looked at all my classmates, they all looked nervous…my gaze then went to Solomon and stayed there. He was holding a black backpack with many belts and buckles on it with a red latch on the side, Solomon also had, what looked like, a jumpsuit slung over his shoulder, my eyes went back to the bag in his hand…it was a parachute backpack…we're jumping out of the helicopter…I smirked at this, but it was more of excitement than my usual confidence. (A/N: *cough cough* cockiness *cough cough*)

Yeah, I've been skydiving before, I remembered that I was part of a program that Blackthorne was having about 2 years ago for those who got to get skydiving lessons…and of course, I was the best there. I was the first to come out of the crowd of slightly scared and shocked students. I already had my comms unit on, the napotine patches in my wallet, and the necklace-cam dangling around my neck. I walked right up to Joe and reached for the jumpsuit and bag, I smirked the whole time. Joe gave me a smile (which he stopped doing for a while last semester)

"Everybody, get all your necessities and make sure you have all of them, I don't think any of you will enjoy skydiving without proper equipment," the rest of the class paled, "and also, when you land on the roof of the Manhattan Mall, you must get ready to move, the Gallagher Girls have already arrived," he informed us. Looks like they have an advantage, they're already getting familiar with their surroundings, I thought. But I wasn't worried, I knew I could handle this…that's what I thought then, at least.

We had landed on the roof, I really liked skydiving, it was exhilarating. I was a little disappointed that it was over so soon, but the mission adrenaline rush had quickly set in. I said my 'goodbyes' to my classmates and went automatically to an air vent…

~~~~~~~~~~~In the Mall~~~~~~~~~ Mystery P.O.V ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Huh, these guys are pretty good…I thought, as I watched my class numbers wither away from 13 to 4...oh, wait…make that 3, now. I knew I was going to need a different tactic…that's why a girl always has a back-up plan, I thought as I headed to the bathroom, getting ready to change…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Zach's P.O.V~~~~~~~~~~

I've been in the mall for about an hour and 10 minutes (112 minutes, 23 seconds) and my classmates and I have already found 10 Gallagher girls already. Three mor--wait, two more to go. I was walking around aimlessly through the mall, none of my classmates made contact with each other, only with our comms unit. That's when I heard Grant's voice ringing through the comms unit.

"Black hair, dark blue sweat pants, white American Eagle T-shirt, by the food court," He said, naming of the descriptions of the "supposedly" Gallagher girl. "Well done, Mr. Newman," Mr. Solomon said. Then after 4.6 seconds later, I looked to see a VERY pissed looking girl, fitting the descriptions walk over to the other failing Gallagher girls. I smirked. She wasn't very good at masking emotions or from the looks of it (she was screaming at some brunette) she's not very good at controlling her temper.

I was one level above this group of Gallagher girls…they were all smiling now…obviously happy…about what? They failed their mission…we won…I stopped. Suddenly realizing there's one more girl, there was only one more possibility…and I didn't need Mr. Solomon's last words to tell me what I already knew.

"Keep an extra close eye out for the last girl gentlemen, she wasn't named the Chameleon for nothing," Mr. Solomon said. I heard some sharp intakes of breath from my classmates. I felt determination burning in me. I was walking fast to an elevator now, I'm the only one that's gonna find her, I vowed to myself.

I made it to the elevator, it was pretty big, I'd say about, 10 people could fit into it with enough personal space. I was ESPECIALLY glad that this elevator was roomy, when I caught sight of some slutty-looking ho who was already in the elevator…And from what I could tell, she was checking me out. NO. NOT EVER, EVER GONNA HAPPEN. I thought. Even girl-crazy Grant found these kinky skanks a turn-off! I went to the opposite corner and leaned on the railing, not paying any attention to her. I was about to press the button with the number 3 on it, when I heard a voice. It was a girls' voice, not the slut, it was coming from outside the elevator.

"WAIT! PLEASE! HOLD THAT ELEVATOR! WAIT!" yelled the girl.

I looked out from the slowly closing doors, praying to god, it wasn't another slut or some other girl that just stares at me (there's been about 6 girls that's done that, the whole time I was here). What I saw was a girl running as fast as she could towards the elevator. She was holding a black case…it looked like a guitar case. I turned to see the bimbo pressing the elevator down button repeatedly, obviously wanting to be alone with me…I shuddered at the thought.

The next thing I know, the doors were about 11 inches away from each other, when the black guitar case (which had writing I hadn't bothered to read, on it) came skidding into the elevator. Opening the doors. The slut groaned and started whining. I didn't listen to what the hell she said. I didn't give a damn. My full attention was on the girl who was out of breath, panting, trying to catch her breath. She was doubled-over a bit, so her soft, flowing, gorgeous hair covered her face.

She stood up straight. It was my turn to catch my breath. This girl had long dirty blonde hair, she was a bit more on the brunette side but, the golden strands of hair were still visible her hair framed her angelic face. She had deep, dark blue sapphire eyes, the blue eyes were framed by dark lashes, had flawless skin, and a perfect athletically fit body. FOR GOD'S SAKE, she was like an angel and a supermodel combined! Her bangs were swept to the side, covering her slightly tanned fore-head.

I was finally able to tear my eyes from the angelic model when she walked passed me and the glaring, scowling skank, to pick up her guitar case. That's when the guy in me went back in hiding, and the spy in me went on full alert. Could a NORMAL girl have thought of that way to get the elevator to stop? I thought. But she was out of breath, a spy would've made it there and wouldn't be out of breath…I knew it wasn't fake either, I heard her heart rate speed up.

Speaking of heart rate, I was almost positive that my heart rate completely stopped when she turned around and her blue-eyed gaze was resting on me. She gave a small smile and told me to press the level 4 button. I did. I walked over to my corner, the girl was next to me and the slut on the other side of me. The slut started talking, not to me (thank god), but to the other girl.

"Have you ever heard of a little thing, called: dee-oh-der-rant, sweaty?" She said in a snobby voice. I glared at her, the other girl did nothing to this bitch, what's her deal? The girl looked over at the slut, amused. She had a mischievous glint in her eyes. I'd be lying (which I'm sure could've fooled all of you) if I said it wasn't cute, like it was (slightly) scary.

"My, my, you can pronounce deodorant correctly, CONGRADULATIONS!" She said her voice was mocking. I cracked a smile. This girl has some fight in her, I thought. I had no idea what I was thinking when I did this…it just…happened.

"Hey, I'm Zach," I stuck my hand out for her to shake. She seemed startled when I did it, it seems like she hadn't noticed I was listening (another reason she probably wasn't a spy). She looked up (I was taller than her) and gave me a smile, that made my legs want to turn into jelly. She slipped her hand in mine and gave a small shake.

"Nice to meet ya Zach, I'm Cammie," finally giving me her name. The slut was staring daggers at Cammie and then shouted, "WELL, I'M CHANTEL," (A/N: NO OFFENSE TO THE CHANTELS OF THE WORLD, I LOVE THE NAME, BUT I JUST THOUGHT OF THE FIRST NAME THAT I COULD THINK OF) I wasn't listening, I was looking at Cammie as she looked down at her guitar case, checking for any damage. That's when the lights went out.

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