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SFF of Chapter 27:
Dana's sent to Florida to do something she'd never think was possible for her. Face Cecile. Her abusive aunt who we learn isn't as abusive and cruel as we thought. Though her intentions were pure her actions were tainted with Dana's blood. Literally. Leaving the house with a supposed "lucky when in the left breast pocket" pocket watch and a new bond with Cecile she makes her way to Gallagher to deliver a dress.
The finals had officially begun. Meaning tuxedos were being worn and gowns being danced in. When it came to a formal examination, Gallagher and Blackthorne went full out. It's the day of the exams and everyone is excited and anxious. It was their ticket to Sublevel Two or in the R&D kids' case Lab Two.
But something is gonna happen according to Dana and Joe. And like most people say spies are: 15% skill, 5% gadgets, 30% knowledge, and 50% instinct (also known as the "gut" feeling)…or something like that. But it's all put to the test in these next few chapters.
Chapter 28: The Finals, The Dance, and The Sound
Time: 6:53 p.m.
Location: Room 252, West Wing
P.O.V: Cameron Ann Morgan
I should've been studying. It was going to take all of my skills. Meaning, all of the subjects Blackthorne and Gallagher had to offer. So wouldn't it be natural that I would want to study? To prove to these Blackthorne Boys that Gallagher Girls are their equals and not damsels in distress waiting for their Prince Charming.
We weren't the damsels; not now and not then. We were the heroines. To prove that, I needed to study. But no. Efforts at studying at all were completely useless because Liz was doing really painful twisty things with my hair that could've past off as torture in CoveOps class. But not only that, Macey's in on this too.
"Will you hold still?" Macey demanded as she grabbed my jaw and held my head steady (because everyone knows eyeliner can be lethal in the wrong hands). I suppressed my frustrated sigh and slumped in defeat. Which was a bad decision since Macey complained at me again. So I stayed perfectly still and let myself settle into her very make-up capable hands (which was grasping a brush of mascara that could've sent someone into a coma if used right).
"Am I done yet?" I asked after 5 minutes of make-up and lecturing of how I should condition my hair more often (actually it was 6 minutes and 28.3 seconds…a very long 6 minutes and 28.3 seconds). Macey just rolled her big blue eyes at me.
"You can't rush perfection Cam," she scolded lightly. It was my turn to roll eyes. But thankfully Liz came to my rescue as my heroine.
"The finals start in 20 minutes," Liz reminded, but I spoke too soon when I called her my heroine, "And her hair isn't even done. Make-up isn't as important as hair; I learned that from you," she said pointedly at Macey. I bit back a groan and a sarcastic "Thanks, Liz" that wanted to break away from my newly glossed lips.
"No biting or licking your lips until I'm done with your lip gloss," Macey said to me. I looked over at Bex for support but she was busy sewing one of Dr. Fibs's bulletproof cups into her bra instead of the foam things it came with…wait…Bex is already in her dress. She noticed me looking at her oddly.
"You never know if they'll have ammunition there," she shrugged and continued her needlework on my strapless bra. In a way I would have said "thank you," but the frustration of having to wear a strapless bra and the nervous butterflies in my stomach about the test had made me tense.
I watched as Liz grabbed a hair brush and other hair supplies as Macey was ready with her army of many beauty products. Bex was laying out the red dress, the strapless bra, and the two-and-a-half heels that I was suppose to wear. What I really wanted to ask her was "How am I suppose to dodge bullets in those?" but with better judgment, I kept my mouth shut.
"Alright, time for your hair," Liz said, in one of her small hands held the hair brush, the other grasped a hair straightener. And at that moment I couldn't tell if I which I was more scared of, the final exams or what I'd become of after my best friends get through this cruel torture-tactic-slash-make-over.
Time: 7:39 p.m.
Location: Newly Built Ballroom, Blackthorne Institute for Boys
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
The ballroom was new, that's for sure. I knew that a certain chunk of the Central Building would be turned into a ballroom for the finals but I hadn't imagined how classy it would've looked. Shaking out my awestruck feelings I took notes of the different surroundings. It seemed to fit the stereotype of a spy's undercover party. High-class, high-quality, and a really high crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
The walls were incredibly tall, an infusion of dark and expensive wood and cold and unique stone. Looking at this gave off the impression of entering a mansion. The grand stairs were carpeted with red material, rails of mahogany running up those stairs to assist whoever walks down or up. The floors were polished and shining wood, switching off from that wood were smooth tiles that almost resembled porcelain.
At the very outskirts of the room were long tables. The table cloth was blood red and tiny hors d'œuvres caked the tables, looking too decorative to eat. I saw some small round tables holding vases full of fresh cut flowers. From the corner of my eyes I even got a glance of a chocolate fountain that was mounted next a platter of fruit. I noted that the punch bowls should be watched to make sure no one had poisoned the drinks.
The people that flew by me and my roommates were clad in tuxedos and gowns. I recognized some teachers that walked by, watching each of us closely whether we saw it or not. And men from the maintenance department were serving food on a silver platter. Having waiters had really added to the whole atmosphere, making it look like one of those fancy dinner parties you saw on TV.
The room was filled with peoples of different color, shape, and size with midnight black tuxedos and sticking out from that black were the bright colors of the dresses of the Gallagher Girls. Only one Gallagher Girl was all I was looking for and unfortunately for me, that one Gallagher Girl can go completely unseen by me.
"You all look splendid, gentlemen." Madame Dabney complimented, her silver hair was once again pulled up into a classic bun, not a strand out of place.
She was in a dark blue--almost black--dress that made her look modest and mature. A gauzy silk scarf was wrapped strategically around her neck with a gemmed brooch to hold it. Strange enough I saw one of the diamonds on the brooch flash and I knew in an instant that the pin wasn't only a fashion statement but a camera.
"Am I the only one that thinks this just turned from a test to a photo shoot?" Grant whispered from next to me. He had finally gotten the tie right before Madame Dabney could see him (luckily he didn't take Corey's advice on a clip-on-tie).
Madame Dabney was fluttering around snapping photos of everyone she seemed to recognize. She was blabbering on about how "handsome" the guys looked, until one sentence caught my attention along with Jonas's and Grant's.
"You look just lovely, ladies." Madame Dabney gushed, her kind face lit up and I stared at the top of the staircase. I didn't see those girls in the dark navy blue uniforms anywhere.
But what I did see was an exotic girl that had black hair that matched her long, strappy dress, showing off athletic muscles. At this Grant immediately greets her, and with that the two are swept away into the chattering crowd.
Next up was an innocent-looking girl that had golden hair. She was draped in a soft pink gown that had a full skirt. In a way I had thought of the tooth fairy when I looked at her (but it was in a good way). I saw Jonas's face brighten and I saw him blush as pink as his almost-girlfriend's dress. Both look shyly, nervously and happy at each other, they make their way together slowly.
When I saw a swarm of eighth graders starting to gather at the end of the staircase I could only think of one cause. McHenry. I looked up to see the rebellious glossy hair in a ponytail, she was pulled into a simple green gown and looked like the supermodel she normally represented.
I could hear all the lower classmen begging for her to save them a dance, even though if they did the waltz with Macey they'd be shorter than her. Though her fan club was thick I could see the scowl her mouth made and her glaring blue eyes. I couldn't help but let out a little laugh. I didn't exactly like Macey but she was Cammie's best friend. So we…tolerated each other enough not to kill one another.
My eyes trailed back up the staircase and stayed there. I felt them widen a bit as I saw the girl that stood there. Yes, I had seen my Gallagher Girl in almost every occasion.
For school it was her navy blue uniform.
For P&E it was shorts with a clingy t-shirt.
For night time it was sweatpants with a loose t-shirt.
For heading into town to hangout it was jeans and Converse.
But for a formal examination…she was in that. Unconsciously I felt my legs walking fast towards her.
Her hair was let loose, straight and just screamed sexy. Her face held light make-up. Her dress was a rich claret color that clung to her frame from her torso down to a little past her waist and finally flowed down to the floor, her curves showed almost completely. And did I mention that it was strapless? No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep the smirk off my face at that fact. I caught her sapphire gaze and walked up the stairs.
I slowly took in all the details, everything from the shoes that made her legs look longer to the darkening gold hair that cascaded past her shoulders. She looked beautiful (and hot, definitely hot). Her eyes were on me asking, "Why I are you looking at me like that?" I hadn't realized I was staring but I smirked anyhow.
"Well," I said slowly, "You don't look hideous." Yes, I'm good at many different things. But one thing I was never good at was expressing myself. I was taught to grow up as a great spy, not a great boyfriend. Reciting the blue print plans to an atomic bomb is what I'm good at. But telling my girlfriend that she's most beautiful person in the room is a whole different story.
.She just looked at me, her expression told me that she wasn't completely sure if my comment was an insult or a compliment. But that same light of understanding clicked in her eyes and she gave a me a small smile.
"Ditto." I smiled back. I saw her take a step but her heel had caught on the hem of her floor length dress. I automatically strode forward and gently took her elbow the way Madame Dabney had taught us yesterday to keep her from falling.
"Easy, Gallagher Girl," I said. I smirked down at Cammie, but felt her jerk away from and out of my grip.
"I can handle walking down the stairs by myself," she told me. Yes, I love that she's independent. But I wished that she'd take some help from me once in a while. At least for my sake. She acted so tough and hard but there wasn't anything to protect her soft spots, I guess in that sense we were alike. But I was snapped out of my thoughts by our silver-haired teacher floating by.
"A lady always gracefully accepts a gentlemen's arm when offered, Cameron dear." Madame Dabney said simply. I internally thanked her. I saw more flashes from the diamonds-slash-lenses of her brooch-slash-camera. I felt Cammie slip her hand into mine and I couldn't hold my smile off any longer.
"Oh Dana, there you are. Don't all the students look wonderful?" Madame Dabney greeted cheerfully. I looked towards the front doors and saw Jordon standing there. She was in a black dress that made her look like a businesswomen. The sleeves of her lightweight black jacket went to her elbows and was V-necked with black heels. All she needed was a briefcase to complete the look.
"Yes they do," she agreed. Her expression was inscrutable, a mask of her own. Jordon's eyes met mine and fled to Cammie's, something finally showed her in light brown eyes but it was something I couldn't place. In that instant Solomon was at her side, they didn't only look like a couple but a dangerous spy duo. Under Solomon's right arm was a box filled to the top with manila folders. His face reminding us that tonight wasn't fun and games.
"Hello, ladies and gentlemen. You all look very nice, but I'm afraid you aren't quite finished getting ready." Solomon addresses. Jordon just looked a bit amused as she looked around at the slightly offended-slash-shocked Gallagher Girls.
Another thing I liked about Cammie, she didn't freak out at times like these. She stayed cool and analyzed the situation. I knew that if Solomon wasn't one of the best agents ever to hit Blackthorne he'd be running from a mob of angry prepped up Gallagher Girls. It was Jordon's time to talk.
"I'm afraid we didn't mention that tonight is something of a masquerade ball," she announced and the panic began.
"But we haven't got masks or…disguises or---" Courtney Bauer started, before Mr. Solomon cut her panicked ranting off.
"There are your disguises, Ms. Bauer." Instead of holding up decorative masks, he held up the manila files and starting passing them out. Jordon stayed behind. "Cover legends, ladies and gentlemen. You have three minutes to memorize every piece of information within them."
I saw a thin arm shoot up into the air and found that the owner of it was Liz.
Jordon saw this and smiled. "Even if you're not on the CoveOps track, Bookworm. Spies are the ultimate actors and actresses. It's the heart of everything we do. So tonight's mission is simple: you'll become somebody else." the teacher had become more lively when talking about actors and actresses.
By the time she was done talking, Mr. Solomon had gotten to me and Cammie. I held the semi-thick manila folder in my hands that was labeled Goode, Zach. But they weren't done yet. As both of them started walking away Solomon paused to say,
"It's an exam, people. Culture, language, observation…The real tests in these subjects don't have anything to do with words on a piece of paper. Tonight isn't about knowing the answers, ladies and gentlemen. It's about living them."
I flipped the cover of the folder and found a driver's license, a social security card, and an ID from the State Department. All of these held my picture but with someone else's name.
I read and memorized, fact after fact. I surmised that I wasn't going to be Zach Goode in a tux at a ball with his girlfriend, Cammie Morgan. That is, according to my file.
Name(s): Gabriel Nathan White, Mr. White (to coworkers)
Age: 18
Date of Birth: February 15, 1991
Sex: Male
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Green
Sign: Aquarius
Occupation: International Art Thief, started working at the age of 16 (has obtained 8 portraits and 3 sculptures)
Personality: Charming, Care-free, Mischievous, Flirtatious, Demanding
Likes: Dancing, Flirting, Attention, Clubbing, Italian Food, Dating
Dislikes: Smoking, Hangovers, Bitter Foods…
I read everything and decided I liked my cover; an international art thief, eh? I felt myself smile. I didn't quite get to see Cammie's cover but I knew I'd figure it out. I looked around and saw that the room began to roar to life.
The string quartet of the New York Philharmonic (or so their cover says) was playing a song composed by Mozart. I saw that many people were pairing up already, I snuck a glance at Cammie and saw that she was talking to Dr. Steve and smiled smugly.
I had already told all the guys that they shouldn't even think about dancing with my Gallagher Girl and it seemed that they all listened. I grabbed the nearest girl which was Liz (with Jonas's permission, of course) and started twirling her in Cammie's direction while she rattled off every single detail in her legend. Once I was near Cammie I kept sneaking glances at her over Liz's shoulders. I laughed and twirled Liz again.
Whatever Solomon says, I'm going to enjoy this.
Time: 8:04 p.m.
Location: Ballroom, Blackthorne Institute for Boys
P.O.V: Cameron Ann Morgan
"Ms. Morgan, you look just beautiful," Dr. Steve told me, which was nice and all, but I knew I had to say, "I'm sorry. You mush have me confused with someone else. My name is Tiffany St. James."
He laughed. "Excellent, Ms. Morgan…I mean, Ms. St. James." He shook his head in amazement. "Just excellent." And with that, he and Professor Nguyen engaged in a conversation. Which left me at the edge of the room, standing, watching and listening. I noticed that Zach was dancing with everyone that past him by.
I also saw him waltzing with Dana, which got him an envious glare from Corey Baker who was now known for his crush on our teacher. Meanwhile, Joe was quizzing everyone every few minutes, asking questions; seeking answers to see if everyone was paying attention instead of just partying (well…partying classically). I turned my back for a second to grab a drink from the table and felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Could I have this dance?" I heard a deep and polite voice ask. It sounded smooth and familiar. I turned around and saw why it was familiar.
No, it wasn't Zach. He was somewhere dancing the night away. Who I saw was none other than Logan. I hated to admit it but Logan cleaned up well. Instead of his curly champagne knots it was smoothed out. His eyes seemed more of calm shade of blue-silver instead of the hormone-crazed light I saw in them before. But that still doesn't mean I wanted to dance with him (which I don't).
"Yes, you may." I answered politely. I know I said I didn't want to dance with him, but Tiffany St. James wanted to. She wanted to dance the whole evening. That's the bad part of being in deep cover, you have to like what your legend likes. Tiffany just so happens to be love dancing, so that's why I put my hand out the way Madame Dabney taught us. He took it softly and we were swept onto the dance floor.
We were silent for a while, just listening and swaying to the music. I vaguely noticed that we were in the middle of the room. Somewhere when the song changed from Mozart to Beethoven I felt eyes on me. It felt like they were drilling through me, and as the Chameleon in a red dress I didn't like the feeling.
So I took a split to look around and checked my surroundings. I saw Zach's green eyes glaring a bit at Logan but he hid it well enough. But that wasn't the only feeling I had, someone else's eyes too. I glanced around, being met with caramel eyes. Dana.
"Uh…Tiffany? Are you alright?" Logan…or well…Robert (according to his cover)asked. I looked away and back up at him.
"Yes, I am quite fine." I said. Logan-slash-Robert didn't seem to buy it but let it drop. It was almost the end of the song when I heard him whisper it. It was almost inaudible, if I wasn't dancing with him I don't think I would've heard it.
"I'm sorry." he said. His eyes ashamed. When I didn't say anything he seemed to think I didn't know what he was talking about.
"Cammie…I'm sorry….from before…when we were in that hall…you know," he stuttered softly, his cheeks getting a tint pinker.
"Many people have mistaken me for others today. You must have too," I said, before he could get us in trouble. He still seemed a bit sad. I smiled reassuringly.
"But I'm sure whoever this 'Cammie' person is, that she forgives for whatever you have done," I said politely hoping he'd get the message. But quickly added, "If you don't repeat yourself, that is." he smiled a little and nodded.
"Thank you very much, Tiffany." Logan said. And I saw as Madame Dabney sauntered by I saw her with a clipboard.
"Speaks with great manner---check." At this Logan beams and we continued dancing in a friendly silence until I see a large hand clamp down on Logan's shoulder.
"Excuse me, Robert," I heard from behind Logan. "Would you mind if I borrowed Tiffany for a moment?" I see Zach grinning at both of us but his eyes that were trained on Logan were telling him that he better not mind. Logan simply smiles.
"Not at all, Gabriel," Logan nods at both of us and walks over to his next dance partner; Anna Fetterman. The next thing I knew, I was nestled into Zach-slash-Gabriel's arms. He smiled down at me.
"They're playing our song," Zach said, sounding exactly like his legend. The charming and debonair art thief. I nodded and smiled kindly and was twirled.
"So Tiffany St. James," he started, his tone flirtatious. "Tell me, what does a girl like you do for fun?" I smirked a little bit of my own catching him in a mistake. I never told him my full name and spoke my mind.
"Oh, I always make it a point to know the names of"--he gripped me tighter--"beautiful women," I just smiled as he dipped and wink at me. Aside from the way Gabriel talked, he stilled seemed like the Zach I saw everyday. Still cocky and mysterious.
But I couldn't fully analyze that because my bra seemed to be misbehaving. You know…the strapless (and bulletproof, thanks to Bex) one…At that very moment I felt that it had come undone…the Chameleon's bra falling down in the middle of a room while the final exams…
I've got to get out of here…
Time: 8:26 p.m.
Location: Ballroom, Blackthorne Institute for Boys
P.O.V: Dana Amelia Jordon
Before I had entered the room I knew that I did the right thing. The book was no longer safe with me. They knew my real intentions now. I had taken a little…detour before making my entrance in the ballroom. Hopefully, if they do come they won't get it. By now I knew they had found the book I let them have was a fake, a prop. They were stupid enough to not take a look at the book before taking it back to their base. It gave us more time. But tonight….I knew our time was up…
I was keeping an eye out for any signs of them. My thoughts were confirmed by Rachel that something would happen. And that something wasn't anything good. The exams were soon coming to a close and the thought of them striking after the exam crossed my mind. But of course, that wouldn't make any sense. To attack us when we're our most alert? They weren't amateurs, they were be ready to kill if necessary to complete their goal.
"Ms. Morgan!" I heard Madame Dabney hiss. I looked to my right and towards the middle of the room and saw that Cammie pulled away from Zach and was now trying to past Liz. While I saw Cammie zoom past Liz I saw Joe starting to walk up to her but in that split second I saw the glint.
…The glint of a gun…
With a figure having ice-blue eyes that was familiar and clad in a tuxedo, standing near one of the refreshments table. It was 27 meters away from Cammie, it was 31 meters away from me and my body reacted before I could thoroughly examine the situation. But I knew if I did…it would be too late.
I was among the fastest in the CIA, exactly why I was known as the Dagger. I was running. Running as fast as an agent with my codename could. But none of that matter. What mattered was my promise to Rachel and if I was fast enough.
Time: 8:30 p.m.
Location: Ballroom, Blackthorne Institute for Boys
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
Cammie had left. What happened? I thought. Did I done something wrong? I moved through the crowd quickly hoping to keep an eye on her so I wouldn't lose her. One minute we were dancing happily. The next she's pulling away from me like I was infected by the plague and running away from her best friend.
The crowd seemed thicker than it was before as I weeded through it. I remembered seeing Grant and Bex doing the tango, even then Grant shot me a worried glance. Same went with Jonas--who was stepping on and being stepped on by Liz. I ignored it.
That's when I bumped straight into a waiter, luckily the silver platter that he carried was clean empty or else both of us would've been smother in shrimp cocktail sauce. I met eye to eye to him and felt everything stop for a second. It was as if time had froze, along with my blood. Ice-blue eyes. That was what I was staring at. His gruff response was what pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Pardon me," he mumbled, not even bothering to look like he meant it.
I curtly nodded, trying to force myself to look like he was just one of the men from the maintenance department. No recognition at all. But the nagging in the back of my mind was trying to command my hand to curl into a fist to stop him. I wish I did. He was walking fast now, making a beeline towards the other side of the room, close towards one of the long tables. I really wished I had paid more attention…
That's when my thoughts spiked. I wanted to find Cammie immediately, to warn her. To protect her. Not only her but the rest of the classes. Damn it, Solomon. Where are you? I asked in my head. This could've been wrong. I knew that. I saw those eyes at the review--which was some type of fluke. But I also saw them in the library earlier in the year.
When I finally saw her walking towards the doors I heard rapid clacks. My gaze left her and trained onto Jordon running. Running fast. Now I understood her codename choice. She was racing towards Gallagher Girl, or so it looked.
Her eyes held determination, even from that distance I could see it. As she neared Cammie, she wasn't looking at her…Jordon was looking over her shoulder. But the clacks of her heels were overshadowed by a louder sound I knew too well. A gun.
Once the bullet was let loose…Screams were heard, cries of agony as well. Orders being shouted. The clash of skin to skin contact of a fight starting. Everything fell into complete chaos.
I couldn't see what had happened next with Jordon and Cammie because people were swarming in. I could see five--maybe six tuxedoed teachers pull out guns but they weren't aiming at the intruder…they were aiming at students. I saw a different man dressed in a waiter's uniform charging at me and got into a quick fight stance. Just like the one in the library.
A large fist flew at me and I ducked, the hand grazing my hair. I stuck my leg out and in an attempt to sweep his legs from under him but he countered and grabbed my leg and flung me through the crowd. I glided harshly across the well-polished floors of the ballroom. When I looked up at the man who threw me, I saw that Grant had intervened and almost had him in a chokehold. My head was swimming and throbbed but that didn't concern me as much as the blood I was sitting in. But the thing was…
It wasn't my blood.
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