Howdy folks! Striker here along with the Easter bunny, he's got the chocolate and I've got the update…e-chocolate eggs to my reviewers:
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You guys totally made my day! Hearts and candy to all of you! I know this chapter should be an Alex POV chapter, but it's not going to be...so yea. Also I just wanted you all to know that this story is going to be uber long…so if you want to jump off the boat, you might break my heart but you can… :' (
Anyway…
Cammie's POV:
"So we were in Berlin on the 19th," I mused aloud, counting the days on my fingers, "We go to Warsaw at noon on the 20th, we left around 4 in the afternoon…eight hours to the 21st, eleven more until we switched trains…and we've been on the train for an hour…so that makes this around noon on the 21st."
"Thank you for working that all out for us," Alex commented.
"And that's four and a half days until Christmas," I clapped my hands and smiled…then frowned again, "And I have this feeling that I'm not going to get my Christmas shopping…started…since we'll be on the train for-"
I paused and motioned to Zach to fill in the time, "Six days and four hours, depending on the delays."
"And those six days include Christmas," I finished.
"Again, thanks for informing us," Alex rolled his eyes, shifting his long legs. Not that I was looking at them or anything.
I looked at my hands, trying to figure out something to say when Zach spoke up, "I'm starving…you guys want to go and find the dining car?"
"Heck yea," Alex said standing up.
I didn't have to answer; my stomach growled loud enough that the people in the next car must have heard it.
Zach and Alex laughed, but hey, I really cannot remember the last time I ate…so therefore I have a very good excuse.
Three Days Later
Initially, I thought that traveling across Russia would be really cool. Well it is, but one can only handle so much scenery at a time…and I have absolutely nothing to do, not idea what might happen next, and no one to talk to. Okay, so there are Zach and Alex…but you can't talk about hot guys with other guys or your screwed up life…it simply isn't done.
So here I was on our little trip, about an hour away from Irkutsk, (don't even ask where that is…I have no idea. You have Google, I don't.) And I was planning on how to escape from my watch dogs (Zach and Alex). I know they are protecting me, but seriously, I need about half an hour of air, but one cannot spend half an hour in the shower without attracting unwanted attention. Now I wasn't planning anything drastic, just twenty or thirty minutes BY MYSELF. My plan:
A Temporary Escape Plan:
By: Cameron Morgan
1. Wait until approximately 2 A.M. (Or until Watch Dogs are asleep).
2. Leave a note somewhere easy to see, because you do not need a full scale hunt for you.
3. Sneak out…be very sneaky because hey, you are traveling with two spies.
4. Go to observation car. Observe and think about life in general…and boys, think about boys.
5. Return and remove note.
6. Go to bed.
If caught:
Leaving:
Pretend to sleep walk. Be very convincing but do not over do it, it will not work…remember finals last year? I thought so.
Entering:
Two words that will stop watch dogs in their tracks: Female Things…aka the bathroom.
I actually had to start my plan around three because at midnight we got to Ulan Ude and the people were not quiet about getting on and off. It took Zach almost three hours to fall asleep; he was just sitting there watching me. I guess he was thinking about two nights ago…but we'll get into that later, right now I had a plan to work on here.
Everything went smoothly; I put the ready-made note right on my bed and slipped out the door and down the hall to the observation car.
The observation car was basically a big glass box with benches along the edges, usually it was well lit but at three in the morning, it was pitch black. I thought about sitting on a bench, but decided on the floor. My spy instincts were telling me to sit where I could see all the exits but not necessarily be seen. To the right of the door there was a space between the bench and the wall, from there I could see both the exits.
Plopping down, I could immediately feel the cold metal floor even through the carpeting and my sweatpants and I shivered, pulling my (well, Zach's) jacket tighter around me, pulling my knees up to my chin and wrapping my arms around them. The steady rhythm on the train lulled my mind to places I had been trying to avoid for what seemed like forever.
First was that first night on the train…what happened between Zach and me. I had been dreaming about the night Bex had been shot…but it was much worse this time. It was just her and I, we were running and when the shot broke out, she didn't just shout out in pain, she roared. I tried to help her but I couldn't, she was yelling for me then, poof, she disappeared. In her place was my dad, he was covered in blood and he was calling for me too…I tried and tried to reach him but I just couldn't. Then next part was the worst, it was my entire life, every single person I care about was there, screaming for me to help them, but I couldn't. I must have made some sort of noise because Zach's quiet voce telling me everything was okay woke me up. I was ashamed to feel tears on my face but I don't think he saw them.
He was so sweet, he sat next to me and pulled me into his arms and we just sat there, I was kind of nervous but then we got to talking…
I sniffled and he said, "It's alright Cammie, everything's fine,"
"No it's not, nothings alright. Someone's trying to kill me, someone almost killed my best friend, I'm on the run from a group of people and I don't even know why. Don't tell me everything's alright!" I had snapped back, crying enough he had to know.
He didn't say anything thought; he just planted a kiss on the top of my head and squeezed tighter. I slowly started to relax, "Zach," I whispered a few seconds later, "Why does it have to be me?"
It seemed like forever between my question and his answer but quietly he said, "I don't know sweetheart, I don't know."
I don't know how long he sat with me, but when I woke up the next morning, he was back in his buck, Alex still in his.
The second place: Alex. He had been really snotty and pig-headed in the start of the trip, but by the time Zach came along, I was really beginning to like him. He and Zach seemed to get along okay, but I could feel this underlying male-macho tension thing going on…I really did not need two guys fighting over me(Something that was sort of sweet but really annoying)…all do to the third place I kept trying to avoid, but was always there, lurking in the wings, waiting for its chance.
The Circle. Why did they want me? I'm just a kid of a pair of spies, good spies, but then bad spies were usually dead spies. I wasn't rich, I wasn't that special and the information I had gotten thanks to the Gallagher library told me that if The Circle really wanted to know about Gallagher, they could have/had planted someone inside, and really, all this stalking wasn't due to simple want of that sort of thing. There were plenty of girls who knew Gallagher pretty well, why would they keep coming after me? There was no way they could know that I spend so much time at Gallagher…well unless they had a spy in my class, which was something I couldn't even consider.
I was thinking about beating my head against the floor when there was the faint squeak of someone pulling open the door I had closed when I came into the car. The train hadn't stopped (we were still seven hours from the next stop), so it had to be someone already on the train. When that thought hit me, I almost panicked; what if The Circle was already here?
A determined frown set itself on my face as I tensed my muscles, ready to spring at the figure that was just about to step into the car. If there were Circle agents on this train, then they were going to seriously going to regret messing with me. Not one gets away with hurting a Gallagher Girl. Ever.
So there, cliffy. I really don't have any idea when I'm going to update again, could be soon, could not. I am really worried about my ear, as odd as that sounds. I got my cartridge pierced and I accidently took it out and only had hot water to clean my earring with…I really don't need it to get infected…AHHH!
So have you guys read Scoripia Rising yet? I need to rant about it here folks, but I don't want to give anything away. And for those Maximum Ride fans out there (Alexis Taylor) what did you think of Angel? I was seriously disappointed. I read it in a day, and thought it was pretty much the bottom of the barrel…icky, I like the first couple books best, nice and simple, cut and dry: save the world. It's just gotten too complicated for my tastes…although I shouldn't be saying anything about complicated, one of my other stories is so confusing (especially since half of it is in my head and it changes daily) I, the author, have to struggle to keep everything straight.
Enough ranting, review lovies!
Agent Striker