Hi! Before you all ask, let me just say…no I didn't die, that's not why I haven't updated in 9 long days. I started a new story *Striker ducks to avoid all the flying objects that her readers are throwing at her*! I know I shouldn't have but I had great idea…so if any of you guys have read the maximum Ride series you could go take a look…Anyway, thank you to all my reviewers: HellsOnEarth, Nature Girl27, Insanely Me, Mainn, bookluver07, Miriam C. Garnet, Riley61, and Spazthe1st, you guys rock socks!Now I know you want to get on with it so here you have it, chapter 9!
Chapter 8 recap:
I looked closely at the shooters and their leader, memorizing as much as I could with the masks. Masks may cover lots of physical features but they can't hide emotions…Like the hate I could clearly see the in their eyes, even from this distance. That made my rage swell, just as I opened my mouth to shout at them just as Alex grabbed my ankle. Before I let myself be pulled to the safety of the boat, I did something Madam Dabney would have found completely horrifying…I gave them the good old fashion middle finger.
Alex's POV:
I yelled to Rebecca to start the engine as I raced to the back of the boat where Cammie stood frozen. The boat jerked forward but Cammie stayed where she was, I grabbed her ankle as she opened her mouth to yell something at the shooters on the shore. She wouldn't let herself be pulled in but as I gave a hard pull, I felt her falling. I landed on the bottom of the boat and rolled to the right just as she too fell in the small boat. "What the heck were you doing? You could have gotten us all killed." I yelled angrily.
"Showing them that they didn't scare me." Cammie said defiantly from where she had started to sit up.
A laugh came from the front of the boat, "That's my Cammie!"
I looked back at Rebecca to see if she was joking, she wasn't, "You're both insane." I looked at Rebecca, "Does she always around dodging bullets?"
Neither of the girls answered
Cammie's POV:
I didn't bother to answer and Bex didn't either. Alex didn't (And wasn't) going to know about the other shootings, this 'mission' was a strictly need to know bases. I stood up slowly and headed to the rear of the boat to see if anyone was following us. For once no one was. Alex remained seated on the boat floor and shook his head and looked at Bex, "Do you know where we're going Rebecca?"
"You call me Rebecca again, you die. It's Bex"
"Oh-kaaaay" Alex shrugged, "Do you-"
"Yes I know where we are going, we're docking in LeHavre and then we head into Paris."
"Okay, but do you know how to get to Le Havre?" Alex said.
Bex raddled off a bunch of stuff but I really wasn't paying attention. I was looking at the gas gage on the dashboard of the boat, "Umm, guys, I gate to interrupt but…um we're almost out of gas."
"What?" My companions yelled together.
"Look," I pointed to the red arrow that was dangerously near the E, "E stands for EMPTY."
Alex cursed and headed to the back of the boat. I looked on both sides for a gas can but there were none in sight, "I hate MI6."
Bex and I looked at Alex like he was crazy and Bex voiced my question, "What? How can you hate them?"
"What kind of people send us off with barely any gas and-" Alex stopped and shook his head, "Never mind, we have to do something, we're not making it into France with that little gas."
Bex looked at me and I smiled, "That's easy." I stooped over my backpack and grabbed a couple of bobby pins and cylinder of chap-stick.
Alex's POV:
Cammie started to the boat's engine carrying some bobby pins bobby pins and chap-stick. "What are you going to do with those?" I asked as she opened the engine compartment.
"You'll see… Bex speed her up!" She bent over the engine and just as the boat started to slow down did something I couldn't see. "That should get us the rest of the way…Bex keep her going as fast as she can."
Bex nodded and I shook my head, what next?
Cammie's POV:
The bobby pin/chap-stick trick is something I learned from my dad. It's totally illegal, it totally defies the laws of science and it totally works.
I could tell that Alex really wanted to ask how I did it but there was no way I was going to share that little beauty.
I took a seat and smiled innocently at Alex and Bex grinned back at me, "Works every time."
For the second time that night I could see Alex asking himself why he had agreed to this crazy trip.
The rest of the trip across the Channel was quite and thankfully, uneventful. But the time we had docked and got though customs, it was well after 1 am.
"Are we driving to Paris tonight?" Bex looked at Alex as we walked to the place where a car would be waiting for us.
"Yea, we have to meet someone in Paris in the morning."
"It's already morning." I groaned.
I was ignored as the car we would be driving to Paris came into view. It was a small, black compact with four doors. "Who's driving?" Bex asked as Alex retrieved the keys from the car's tail pipe.
"I can." I said as Alex stood up.
Alex tossed me the keys, "Okay."
I unlocked the door and then hit the unlock button. Bex climbed in the back and I threw m bag at her, "Put this somewhere."
All the answer I got was a grunt. Alex cracked a smile and tossed his stuff to Bex. I started the car and Alex said, "Follow the signs, we'll get to Paris in about 2 hours, you can wake someone if you get tired."
I nodded and turned left at the sigh that proclaimed "Paris 176.99 km". 110 miles to the City of Lights.
A Third Person's POV:
As soon as Cameron and her friends got off the boat, the customs agent following them, I slipped from my hiding spot on the boat. I made my way after the young trio as they navigated the streets of Le Havre; they were so very young and clueless. Cameron's time was fast approaching, soon, oh so soon, she would be mine. The end is near for her, even nearer for her little mates. Just a few more days…
Muhahaha! The end is near! *Cough, Cough* I mean, umm please review!
And if there are any French people reading this and you guys know any famous Parisian café names, I would love to hear them!
Agent Striker
P.S. The whole chap-stick/bobby pin thing with the boat I made up, so don't Try t!
Striker