OMZ! I am so sorry, it's been forever since I've updated. Do you all hate me? : ' ( I hope not! Thanks to all 88 people who visited chapter 13, I love y'all. But I really love TS3KayMarie, Mainn, bookluver07, greedyg, Riley61, Jay, Miriam C. Garnet, kawaiigrlmari, rozaveRnB, O.o-KatielovesFudge-O.o, Nature Girl27, HannahBerry96, and Total Stranger! I know it's been forever since I updated last but 8th grade has been keeping me busy. But this is going to be a very interesting chapter let me tell you! Hehehehehehehe read on!
Cammie's POV:
Sleeping on a forest floor in December is cold. And hard. Like does the cold weather make the ground like concrete?
I painfully sat up and stretched like a cat after a long sun bath. I looked around our little shelter. Alex was lying with his face buried in his sweatshirt and the granola wrappers lay next to him. A small snore escaped from what I guessed was his lips and I smiled. Even a super teenaged spy has to sleep. I stood up and cracked my back. Ahh, I shoved the jacket I had used as a pillow back into my bag and ran a brush through my hair. I automatically pulled the hair into a ponytail.
As I was putting my hair back, my backpack started to beep. "What the…" I said to myself as I dug through my stuff. The ipod Smithers had given me was flashing. I picked it up and read the message that was typed across the screen with furrowed brows:
BAXTER SAFE. THE NEXT STEPS OF YOUR JOURNEY:
-GET TO BERLIN WALL BY TOMORROW NIGHT MIDNIGHT
-YOUR CONTACT WILL BE WAITING FOR YOU
-YOU'LL KNOW HIM
-HE WILL TRAVEL WITH YOU
GOOD LUCK
SMITHERS
P.S. CHECK OUT GLOBE AND IM IN GAMES.
I pressed the center button and the message disappeared. I maneuvered to games and hit GLOBE. I gasped, Smithers was good. It was a GPS…we were about 75 miles from Brussels. I went to the IM page and there were short instructions:
MI6 AND THE CIA CAN SEND YOU MESSAGES.
That's it? I thought as I re-read the message. I heard a groan and I turned to see Alex robotically standing up.
"Stiff?" I asked as he stretched like I had only moments earlier.
"Majorly." He bent to touch his toes and I snickered the way he moved like an old man.
"What?"
"You stretch like an old man." I smiled.
"Well aren't we in a good mood this morning." He said.
I held up the ipod, "Bex is safe. And we have our travel information for the next leg of our journey."
He straightened up and came closer, "How do you know that?"
"I got a message from Smithers on this thing…he must have forgotten to mention it or something." I shrugged.
His eyes still on the ipod now in his hands he mumbled, "Or more likely he added it through some sort of satellite…thing."
I shrugged again, "I'm okay with technology but Liz would know." Just thinking about the Gallagher Academy made me feel ever so homesick for their sturdy walls.
He was reading the message that I had read earlier (Where was it hiding?), "Who's Liz?"
He looked up and I was struck by his brown eyes reflected even the dim light of the early morning, "She's my roommate at Gallagher…and one of my best friends."
He nodded but didn't say anything. I reached for my backpack, "I guess we should ger going…"
He nodded, "Yea…we have 480 miles to cover in 16 hours."
Adrenalin pumped through my veins, "And let the race begin."
How we got to Belgium was interesting. And probably illegal. And it was definitely scary. And totally fun.
I won't bore you will all the details, but here's a short run down of what this mission involved:
-a lot of walking
-a questionable man named Simon
-his goat Marko
-his chicken Polo
-his VW Bug
-and a luggage rack
We waved to Marko, Polo, and Simon at the Brussels Airport at about noon, twelve hours to go until our meeting. "That was interesting…" Alex admitted as we watched the little Bug bounce out of the parking lot.
"That's an understatement." I said as we turned toward the bustling airport.
He laughed, "So how are we going to get to Berlin from here?"
"Isn't it obvious? We're going to fly." I said as I sat down on a bench near where the airline people change and get ready for work.
He looked at me then at a passing stewardess then back at me, "Uh-oh, I have this feeling that this is going to be better then Simon and company."
"You might just be right." I looked over at the flight list, "The next fight for Berlin leaves in about an hour and a half…doesn't leave much time for choosing my prey."
"What about my prey?" He smiled.
"You don't get-" I stopped, my eyes following a girl about my size that looked a little like me, "Oops, got to go…I'll be back." I dropped my bag on his foot, "Don't lose this."
Then I was gone.
Alex's POV:
She just dropped her stuff and started out after the stewardess…I'm starting to wonder if she's going to ditch me when I see her pull the poor girl aside. Cammie points behind the girl the hits her in the back on the neck. The girl goes down and Cammie pulls her into the bathroom.
I was pretty amazed that she pulled that off without anyone seeing but, I'm learning just how good she is.
Cammie came out of the bathroom and sauntered past me and into the stewardess's lounge without a second glance.
This is going to be very interesting.
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I almost didn't recognize Cammie when she came back. She was wearing black high heels and a crisp uniform.
"Come on," She hissed, "Get the bags."
I complied and she led me down a small hallway I hadn't noticed. Suddenly a loud noise filled the hall and when Cammie pushed open the door, I realized it was the sound of a jet taking off.
"Where are we going?" I yelled over the noise.
"To the plane stupid!" We hurried to a jet and looking left then right we sprinted up the stairs leaning against the plane.
We reached the top when suddenly I heard voices. I heard Cammie curse under her breath and she grabbed the bags and pulled open a closet looking thing, "In."
I dived in and was bombarded by the bags. The door slammed and I was in total darkness. How long is a flight from Brussels to Berlin? As it would turn out, three hours.
Cammie's POV:
I felt kind of bad for shoving Alex in the closet for the entire flight. But what has to be done has to be done. At least he didn't have to serve a plane full of cranky people.
I was running to get a tea for an irate Brit when I saw another stewardess (What was her name….) heading toward the closet. Her hand was on the knob. UH-OH.
"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked in my best French.
She shrugged, "I have to get more coffee mix."
Oh shoot. "Umm, I'll get it!"
"No, it's okay. I've-" She pulled open the door and stopped when she saw Alex and the bags. "Call the captin, we have a stole away…Wait, you knew he was in here…."
I nodded in shame, "He's my boyfriend…"
"What's he doing here?"
I faked some more shame, "My parents won't let me see him and-"
"I had to see her." Alex cut in, looking mournful as he unfolded his long body from the closet floor, "Please don't tell…I was just so lost…she didn't know I was here until it was to late."
He put his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. I played along and put my head on his shoulder.
She didn't look convinced, "Kiss him."
"What?"
"I said-" She didn't have to finish because Alex's lips were already on mine.
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My new best stweredest friend was convinced by the kiss. She told Alex to get back in the closet after the make out fest (He's a very good kisser) and kept winking at me the entire flight.
Why does life have to be so complicated?
Alex's POV:
Cammie is a very VERY good kisser. Just FYI.
Cammie's POV:
After all the passengers had disembarked, I opened the closet door, "Let scram before someone else sees you."
He nodded and we ran across the Berlin airport. I ditched the stewardess getup and put my jeans back on. Alex was standing outside the bathroom and I walked out, my heart beat sped up. Again.
He just smiles cool as can be, "Looks like we made it…Are you hungery?"
I nodded gratefully, glad he didn't bring up The Kiss, "Starved."
"Let's go then."
Muhahahahahaha, so how did you like my chapter? I thought it was quite good. Now you are all probably wondering what exactly happened with Marko, Polo, Simon and the luggage rack, well here's a way to find out: NAME THAT SONG!
I'm going to put a short part of a song here and whoever guesses it will get the entire story. And if they like it I'll post it on Fan Fiction as another story. Are you all ready? Okay start your radios:
'Cause for a moment a band of thieves in ripped up jeans got to rule the world.
Hint: It's not on the radio but it's new.
Happy hunting….and reviewing!
Love,
Agent Striker