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SSF of Chapter 29:
There were many complications in that last chapter, each complication surrounding a specific character. So why don't I clear things up for you guys:
Dana - She took the bullet that didn't kill her. Against an enemy agent, Dana was stabbed in the side with a poisoned blade after attempting and failing a maneuver her father---Anthony Jordon---had created.
Though she had hurt him, he had gotten away, some how in some way that we'll probably never know about. So as she lays in her pool of blood, Zach discovered her---intending to take care her---but only finding her bloody outline.
The Gallagher Girls & Blackthorne Boys - A war isn't a fight, not necessarily. A fight is a dispute between many opponents while a war is a mixture of many fights. And the sophomores of both spy schools took part in the war. Each side was injured but like those movies on TV the good side prevailed---this time.
Cammie & Macey - She slipped in and out of the spotlight. Through the fight she swallowed her pride to save Macey's life. Being surprised, she accepts the help of Anna Fetterman. When trying to find an unguarded exit, only Anna is the one to notice their teacher-- Sebastian Watkins. Little did she know that he would've lead to their deaths if Logan hadn't stepped in.
Logan - The manwhore who came onto Cammie made an unexpected turn of heart. Logan stepped forward, taking a bullet wound to the shoulder to defend Anna, chivalrously telling her to get her and her friends away when a gun was pointed at his heart by Watkins.
Watkins - Tech Ed teacher gone bad. Through the story, evidence pointed at Dana as being the double-agent but not true. There was someone else working behind the curtain in this show and he just so happened to get the attention of the spotlight in Chapter 29. His was act revealed as reinforcements arrived, along with Mrs. Morgan, and of course the mystery guest.
The Last Words of Sebastian Watkins: "Ioseph shall live on!"
Chapter 30: The Hospital, The Recovery, and The Announcement
Time: 9:48 p.m.
Location: Ballroom, Blackthorne Institute for Boys
P.O.V: Cameron Ann Morgan
"Oh no," I whispered, the strange buzzing sound was back in my ears--blocking out the screams and protests of Anna beside me.
I looked over and saw that Macey was in the doorway, hidden and ready to leave. But behind her glossy black hair and crusting blood I could see her determined blue eyes. No.
My eyes flared at her, screaming telepathically for her to get away, but the stubborn resolve was still in her eyes.
A shadowed figured was immediately behind me and I saw her reluctant body be swept away by Professor Nguyen as they escaped down the hallway. A scream snapped me out of my gaze.
I stared at Logan, writhing in pain on the ground, clutching his bleeding arm. His face--though not completely masked in blood was etched with a sick malady, losing color.
So much blood, I thought almost cringing away from him, I haven't seen this much blood before; not all at one time.
I finally snapped out of my shocked state and forced my hands to move. The world was moving around me and I knew that I couldn't stop it.
I ripped through the suit's sleeve and started dabbing at the blood with the material, with shaky hands Anna started to mimic my movements.
This is useless, the rational part of my brain screamed, The bullet's in his arm. I need to get it out.
A small glint caught my gaze and held it. My eyes fleeted to the light and I saw a switchblade, it was simple and I felt myself go purely on instinct.
Everything was automatic from that point. I grabbed it. I looked at Logan, his eyes were crushed closed.
I positioned the blade and in one quick jab, the blade was in his arm. He screamed from the sudden stab and Anna looked at me with wide, frantic hazel eyes.
I couldn't concentrate on how warm, red, and sticky my hands were getting as I turned the blade to search for the bullet.
There! I thought and pulled the garnet-stained knife out, the stub of a bullet followed. Anna's small hands were there to start dabbing furiously at the red gushing out of him. I joined in after setting the knife away.
For a moment the blood seemed to cease its flooding, relief hit me first but a terrible afterthought immediately followed, Does that mean he's out of blood?
Over the buzzing of my ears and the shouts of unknown voices I could hear my name being yelled. I didn't dare look up before a gentle hand landed on my shoulder.
I blinked but didn't jump because the gentleness of the hand brought back a memory and a voice that called me kiddo.
"That's good enough, Cam. We'll handle this now," the comforting voice of my mother whispered.
I fought back tears or protests of helping Logan. My back was still towards Mom as two men laid a stretcher out beside Logan and loaded him onto it.
He was being carried out of the room. It took me moment to notice that Anna was fumbling her way across the destroyed room to follow them.
I watched them until I couldn't see her golden gown anymore. My voice was lost, but Mom knew already.
"It'll be explained soon enough, kiddo." she whispered. I turned to the women that I wished I could become.
Her face was apathetic but still the beautiful person I looked up to. I felt my anger wanting to bubble up, my questions needed answers quickly, but my energy was far too drained to do anything. All I really wanted was to sink to the floor and go to sleep. So with Mom's arms around me, I did just that.
Time: 10:27 p.m.
Location: Ballroom, Blackthorne Institute for Boys
P.O.V: Cecile Olivia Jordan
My eyes took a long sweep across the room, all the sophomores were being treated while the freshmen were being calmed. Not one student stood in the wasteland that was once a ballroom.
All that was left in the room was a mess. A mess of shattered glass, broken tables, and dead bodies--you average crime scene. The massive tsunami of CIA agents had evaporated a bit, leaving a few paramedics and a special type of secret service (that is too classified to be mentioned at the moment).
"Mrs. Cecile Jordan," I turned only my head.
"Joseph Solomon. Am I correct?" I said.
There wasn't a reason for me to ask, for there was no doubt in my head that the dark-haired, green-eyed man that stood disheveled in front of me was The Wise Guy.
I may have been retired at the time, but my knowledge of the CIA was still quite up to date. I could name off the basic information of his file if I wanted to. But really, what was the use in that?
I saw his head nod once. His posture showed me respect, beside the ice pack that he was holding to his shoulder. I broke off my gaze and surveyed the room once more, looking for the opportunity to make my silent exit. But my plans were cut short as Joseph came to stand beside me.
"They've come," he whispered, his mouth not even moving, his eyes someplace else. I gave the smallest incline of my head. "What's our strategy?" he asked, using the same tone of voice.
Though my eyes were trained on the paramedics lifting the lifeless body, I knew that to my right, Rachel Morgan was hastening towards me.
When both young agents were before me I gave them the only piece of information that was allowed--at least at the time.
"Both the CIA and MI6 are working on that, plus another organization has gladly lent a hand in this matter," I informed softly, looking each of them in the eyes.
Joseph simply nodded, obviously he saw that he would not get more data than that, but not liking it. Smart boy. But I couldn't say the same for Rachel.
"This is important. I have a Clearance Level of 16--" I intervened her 'superior' rant before the tantrum could begin.
"With great respect, Ms. Morgan I must inform you that you are required to have at least a Clearance Level 18 to be informed of this," I declared.
Her face was emotionless but I could sense the frustration boiling under the surface, I understood.
I had felt the same when I was first told about not having enough clearance from my first CIA advisor, except Rachel was handling it much more…maturely than I had (let's just say that my advisor's medical bill was larger than necessary).
"I understand, Mrs. Jordan," she said strongly. Very good mask, Ms. Morgan, I thought. I nodded and through the corner of my eye I saw him.
"Joseph, Rachel," I nodded, taking a step back. "I have to get back to Headquarters, they'll need a full report on the injuries," the lie came out smooth and strong.
They both nodded, once again. But a thought dawned on me.
"And I expect to see you two and a few others at the nearest CIA base to be debriefed," I told them, Rachel seemed to tense at my emphasis of 'others' but she covered it flawlessly.
"Yes, Mrs. Jordan. We know the protocol for this," she said coolly. I felt my eyes flick back at her involuntarily and I saw that her resentful blue eyes were boring holes in my head.
I gave a forced smile to the two brunettes and headed towards the door, my heels avoiding the bloodstains and glass. Down the hallway and towards where my half-dead niece was.
Time: 10:42 p.m.
Location: Library, West Wing
P.O.V: Cecile Olivia Jordan
I showed no emotion whatsoever. Though any ordinary aunt would have screamed if they saw their niece dead. I was in a small secluded room that was hidden in the Library that Dana had fixed.
My feet were planted firmly on the wooden floor, right against the small bed that held my niece. If I reached out enough to have my fingertips touch her cheek, it would have felt as cold as ice.
But my keen eye detected the small and painfully slow rise and fall of her chest. The Tetrodotoxin was wearing thin. (A/N: I didn't make that up, it's something to fake a death…basically)
I saw her get shot, but that didn't stop her. I pulled at the bronze chain that fell out of her left breast pocket. The watch came out, still intact. I was cautious of the cracked glass---the cracked bulletproof glass. The heart was on the left side of the body--the left breast pocket. I smiled sadly.
"You gave her the antidote, I presume?" I asked coldly to the man behind me.
Though we worked for the same organization, though we had to work together, though we both wore the engraved rings on our hands, I still hated him. Mostly because it was his reckless behavior that got Dana in this state. I could just imagine his uncaring ice-blue eyes.
"That's right, we'll send her to the nearest hospital--the doctor will be one of us, we have inside sources all over this city. She'll live," He said nonchalantly.
"Good." and just like that I gave a wry glance at my slowly recovering niece and walked past the ice-blue eyes. It was just beginning but I was already tired out.
Time: 10:49 p.m.
Location: Blackthorne Institute Infirmary, Central Building
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
"The injuries aren't too great that you'll need to be sent to a hospital, but I do suggest you get some rest for a few days," the nurse instructed.
She had long black hair and a petite frame that reminded me of Liz--whom was in the other room to be checked for anything damages. She pulled up her glasses and began typing away on the laptop on her desk.
I had been pretty bruised and cut up but I ignored the fact that I was covered in light beige Band-Aids. "Ioseph shall live on!" the words were so foreign to me that when I heard them from Watkins, I kept walking. I made no moves whatsoever to stop, to understand what it meant.
"Hey man, you alright?" I turned from the black-haired nurse to see Grant.
His chestnut hair was tussled from the bandage that was tied around it. I saw thick bandages wrapped securely around both of his hands (If being a spy didn't work out, he'd be an awesome boxer).
His light brown eyes weren't haunted--unlike the other guys I've seen--they were holding that same spark that was always excited. But that spark didn't hide the concern I knew he had.
"Of course I am," I said, a smirk on my face.
He may have been my best friend, but I wasn't letting go of my walls just yet. Grant grinned immediately, but before I could tell him how ridiculous he looked with his gauzy headband the nurse interrupted us.
"You two, I've just been given notice to tell you that you have to report back to your dorms," she peered at us behind wired-rim glasses,
"If either of you need further treatment just come down to us," We both nodded, then on impulse I asked something that surprised even me--for a moment.
"Ma'am, do you know the condition of Logan Hawkson? He's a sophomore like me,"
I didn't need to turn around to see that Grant had his eyebrows raised high, his questioning gaze was on me. He obviously hadn't seen him take a bullet for Cammie and that girls.
The nurse spun back to the computer, punched a few keys with her long nails and squinted at the screen.
"His condition is still unknown," she told me, but something caught her dark eyes and they scanned the screen once more, "But, he's currently at St. Elizabeth's Hospital in Belfast,"
That said it all, he was injured badly. Something occurred in her round black eyes and she turned back to us. A serene smile descended on her naturally tanned face.
"If you'd like to pay a visit to your friend, I could arrange a ride for you to head to St. Elizabeth's tomorrow morning. But of course, I must escort you there," she suggested. Before I could even think about it, I was hearing myself say,
"That would great, thank you."
* * *
"What was that about?" Grant asked me as we made our way to our dorms.
"He saved the girls," that was all it took to shush Grant to silence. In no time, the mahogany of our room door was before us, it opened as a thick black haired-head popped out.
"How're you feeling?" Jonas asked, his cheeks had a few band-aids on them along with a few bruises. His left arm was resting in a black sling--like Grant--his blue eyes were concerned.
"Hey Jonas, Grant--" I didn't answer his question but they both look at me. "How do you feel about going to St. Elizabeth's?"
Time: 2:34 a.m.
Location: Room 252, West Wing
P.O.V: Cameron Ann Morgan
I should've known that I'd see him in my dorm room--but to see him at 2:30 in the morning, I freely admit to not expecting that.
"You alright, Cammie?" he whispered, he was at the edge of my bed, squatted down so he was at the same level as me.
"I'm fine," I said--and it was the truth. My limbs didn't feel like they were on fire and I took that as a good sign. But Zach's gaze was on my forehead where a bandage was tightly fastened to me like a bandana. "I really am fine, Zach," he gave me a ghost of his former smirk.
"I was thinking, wanna go to St. Elizabeth's with me tomorrow--to check on Logan?"
"Since when did you care about the guy?" I teased, a small smile on my face. His emerald green eyes were dead serious though, his handsome features somber.
"Since he saved you from a bullet," as Zach said it, he looked away from me. His profile resembled a knight that just let his princess get attacked by a dragon. But--like I wished to get through his thick head--I was no damsel in distress.
"I can fight," I protested, my arms folded across my chest. "I'm not helpless and most importantly I'm a Gallagher Girl," the corners of his lips turned up a bit.
"That's definitely something I love about you," he said softly. I tried not to read too much in his words, no way was I going to be some lovesick teenager--my life was complicated enough. So I turned it into a joke.
"That means you must like the rest of the Gallagher Girls," I teased. A smirk spread across his face and I suppose I was too busy thinking of something to say to realize he was getting closer.
"You never answered my question, Gallagher Girl," his mint-fresh breath was warm as it played on my lips--he was still coming closer. I didn't trust my voice and nodded my answer--but that was mistake too, since as I nodded my lips caught his.
Time: 10:39 p.m.
Location: St. Elizabeth's Hospital, Belfast
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
"Anna? Why are you here?" Cam asked. We were standing in a spotless, sterile hallway, people in green and lilac scrubs, white masks and stethoscopes were flying past us.
None of them questioned the three teenagers in boarding school uniforms and the nurse out of uniform with them. Grant and Jonas decided against coming to see Logan--neither of them wanted to see him.
"I-I'm here to see if Logan's alright," Anna stuttered out, she was looking the ground and her curly brunette hair covered her face--but I had no doubt in my mind that she was blushing. A nurse in light purple scrubs came out of Logan's room.
"You can go in now," she said politely and as quickly as she was there, she was gone.
As we entered the room the first thing I hear was, "What the fuck? Goode? Why are you here?" I looked over at the agitated guy bandaged all over, a small wire connected him to a small machine that sat beside his bed.
"W-We c-came to see if you were okay," Anna explained shyly, her fingers were picking at her nails nervously. Logan's eyes softened at the sight of Anna and I didn't even hide the smirk that was pulling at my lips. Finally, something interesting--that didn't involve dying--was happening.
"Oh, uh okay then." Logan muttered, looking away and it might have been just the light or that face he was recovering but blood seemed to run their way up to his face. I felt Cammie look at me and I didn't need to turn back to know that she was amused too.
But the entertaining atmosphere went clashing down when a women with champagne hair and steely-blue eyes entered the room, completely ignoring the four other people there.
"Logan," the women said, her tone wasn't friendly--which would've been the understatement of the year. Logan went alert and tensed on his white bed.
"Mom--what're you doing--" but he was interrupted by the women--his mother.
"You're truly worthless, aren't you? I sent you to Blackthorne to redeem the family, now what do you do? Get in a fight," his mother shook her head in disgust. "Honestly, the hospital must have made a mistake because no son of mine could be this idiotic!"
"Excuse me, Mrs. Hawkson--but I must ask you to leave," the Blackthorne nurse said. The women scoffed at her and turned her gaze to the nurse.
"I am his mother, I have every right to be here---"
"Not if you disturb the patient," The nurse intervened. It was the first time that I saw her mad, her dark eyes looked menacing as she stared down the tyrant with yellow hair. The nurse turned to Logan,
"Would you like your mother to leave?" he didn't miss a heartbeat in answering.
"Yes," The next events were hard to describe but it involved a lot of yelling from our nurse and a lot of offensive screeching from Logan's mother.
Both of the adults were out of the room but the distinctive sounds of screaming was heard through the door and down the hall. In a second, the nurse's head popped in, a smile on her pretty face.
"Oh and by the way, call me Annie," and then she was gone once more. The room fell silence.
"Wow. I see where you get your attitude from now," I said without thinking.
I get a hard smack on my shoulder from both Anna and Gallagher Girl. But before either of them could take another shot at my near-to-brusing arm, Logan was laughing. He grinned, looking at all three of us but addressing me.
"I think this is 'friendship' might work out after all,"
* * *
The following weeks were uneventful compared to what happened on Friday and watching Logan's shrieking mother on Saturday. But for once I didn't want to complain about the boredom that was filled our school--boredom meant calm and we all needed some of that.
Weeks were passing us until Logan got discharged from the hospital. I think I wasn't the only one that thought it was funny that whenever you see Anna, Logan was at her side and vice versa.
More weeks flew by--which was when Ms. Jordon came back, I decided not to wonder about it, she was on our side and that's all the mattered at the moment.
The weeks turned into months--it finally turned into months--and it finally came. The day the Gallagher Girls would go back to Roseville, Virginia. The day The Mask and The Chameleon departed.
"You all packed?" I asked, my hands were clutching Cam's suitcases--much to her dismay.
"Yeah, but I can carry my own stuff you know. It's not that heavy. Plus you don't have an actual reason to," she told me, staring that the bags of clothes. "And it won't really impress me, I've lifted heavier," I laughed.
"I thought girls wanted their boyfriends to do this kind of stuff," I said, she raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at me.
"I'm a Gallagher Girl--not all the rules apply to us," I smirked at Cammie and her independence.
"I see your point," she smiled and we made it to the Grand Hall, outside the door I could see three vans lining up. But that door was still closed and Dr. Steve had taken the attention of everyone in the crowd.
"I am ecstatic to know that you all cooperated so well together. It has been an absolutely excellent year!" Even I had to agree with our enthusiastic headmaster.
"Oh and there is an announcement to be made, Dana if you will," he gestured to women walking up to him. It had finally came to my notice that she was walking back from the East Wing.
"Thank you, Steve." she said politely before standing in front of the crowd, "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to get to the point as fast as possible. So listen well," she started. "I, Dana Amelia Jordon, shall no longer be teaching at Gallagher Academy."
I hid my surprise, I looked around the room to spot Mr. Solomon leaning on the wall, he was calm like always--I tried to gauge his shock or any emotion whatsoever, but his face was a steel mask void of feeling.
I turn my gaze back to the retiring teacher but she was already walking out the door with the nurse from before.
"Cammie!" I spun around to see Logan rushing over to us, Anna waiting quietly by the wall with Mick Morrison and Kim Lee.
"Hey Logan," she said. It shocked me enough to see Anna and Logan more than a few feet apart but what I really didn't expect was Logan to press his lips against Cammie's hand.
One shock after another, I thought as I wrapped a possessive arm around my surprised Gallagher Girl's waist. He laughed.
"I don't like your girl like that, Goode." his hands up in a gesture of surrender, "But she did save my life, so that was a thank you. You really aren't romantic, you know? A kiss on the hand means 'loyalty'." Logan turned to Cammie.
"If he hurts you, I'll beat the crap out of him," I scoffed and smirked at him.
"I already have an overprotective godfather breathing down my neck, so you don't need to worry about it. Besides," I cinched my arm tighter around Cammie, "I won't hurt her," I winked down at her, and brought my lips down to her forehead.
"Everyone! Time to go!" Tina shouted out, waving to all the Gallagher Girls to follow Madame Dabney out. I felt Cammie move out of my arms and I smiled down on her--handing her the suitecases.
"So, I guess this is good-bye," Cammie stated, giving me a smile that was tinged with sadness.
"Not completely," I said back, keeping my smirk in place. Something in the back of my mind was trying to get me to say three words to her but my mouth wasn't listening. "See you soon, Gallagher Girl,"
Her blue eyes examined me, "How do you know?"
I pointed to myself and said the only thing I could, "Spy." Cammie just smiles and that was the last thing I said to her, at least for now.
I turned around, the image of Cammie imprinted in my mind, the van had left and so had she. I never did say it to her, but I planned to change that the next time. I walked back to the East Wing, reminiscing on everything that happened to me in just one year. I felt different.
I entered CoveOps with Joe Solomon.
I met The Chameleon and thought she was a civilian.
I found out about her townie boyfriend; Josh.
I met a few townies that didn't hate us--hopefully Karen was okay.
I was attacked in a library by a triple agent--that just so happened to be my former CoveOps teacher.
I acted as Gabriel White.
I danced with Cameron Ann Morgan when she was in a strapless red dress.
I changed.
I laid down on my firm mattress, hands behind my head. Grant, Jonas and a bunch of the guys weren't coming back for a while and I needed time to relax.
I guess, I thought, This is what happens when you fall hard for a girl. Especially if that girl's The Great Chameleon.
The silence was calming, but like the saying goes. "There's always a calm before storm," and wherever the hell that storm would be. I'll get ready and I'll be ready.
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