The Brotherhood of Ieoseph Cavan
ChAptEr 1
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Documentation taken from records file in CIA Headquarters in Langley:
CONFEDENTIAL - Level 8 Clearance Requisite
Blackthorne Institute for Boys, Private Detention Facility [COVER]
Location:
Belfast, Maine (eighteen miles beyond town border line)
Security:
Blackthorne Institute for Boys is located in the mountains. On one side lays an open field, beyond that: a river, and beyond that: steep cliffs. It is nearly impenetrable from all but one side, from which it is only approachable through several security outposts (i.e. cameras, retinal scanners—identity checks—, armed guards, bomb-check, pat downs, and metal detectors— in that order). It takes approximately half an hour to make it from the first security checkpoint to the last security checkpoint (roughly one hundred feet in).
Blackthorne Institute is surrounded on all sides by barbed, chain-linked fences, and patrolled 24/7 by armed guards and search dogs. At night, searchlights sweep the grounds from security towers at each corner of the campus. All buildings (with the exception of the security towers) are square and low to the ground, with metal roofs and grated windows. Cameras are located across the entire campus, and are never shut off.
Night drills are supervised by attending officer.
Grounds:
Blackthorne Institute is equipped with it's own archery/shooting range, helicopter pad (sans helicopter), chemical laboratory, tombs (out of use), and weapons center.
This information is CONFIDENTIAL to anyone below Level 8 Clearance!
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Blackthorne Institute for Boys, Private Detention Facility, Shooting Range
Friday
The gun in Zach's hands let out a loud CRACK as it was fired at the target.
"Bulls-eye, again? How do you do it? Every time, I swear!" Grant went on. Zach just smiled and lowered the sniper's gun from his shoulder.
"What can I say?" he said with a cheesy smile and wink. "I'm just that Goode."
"Psh! Get over yourself, Goode," Grant bumped his shoulder with his own on his way out of the shooting range. Behind the bigger boy's back, Zach massaged his shoulder with a grimace.
The two made their way to the cafeteria, two building blocks away. As they were walking Jonas ran up behind them. He had come from the Chem. Lab, on the other side of the Blackthorne campus.
"How was target practice?" Jonas asked. He pushed his glasses up farther up his nose (they had slid while he was running) and absently ran a hand through his thick black hair.
"Fine, same as always," Zach replied, kicking a stone out of his path.
"You should come with us sometime," Grant suggested for the twelve-hundredth time.
"Ha!" barked Jonas. "I'd kill someone."
"You're aim isn't that bad!"
"Remember that time I hit Coach Keller in the stomach with the football?"
"Yeah! Dude, that was hilarious! He gets so red! "
"I was aiming for Zach. Who was standing on the other side of the field. Somehow, I threw the football backwards."
"Oh."
Zach nodded, his expression solemn. "It's true."
The three boys entered the noisy, communal cafeteria and went down the line, choosing from the slim pickings. Grant loaded up on candy bars and sweets, and Jonas looked at him in disgust. "If you throw up tonight I'm not cleaning it up. You're going to end up looking like Dr. Steve if you keep eating like that." Zach grabbed an apple and followed his friends to their table.
"Is it even healthy to look like Dr. Steve? I swear, that man jiggles where jiggle he should not." Grant grimaced, but took a huge bit out of his Snickers bar anyways. "Ugh."
The din in the cafeteria lulled and Zach turned around in his seat to see Dr. Steve standing at the podium at the front of the room. The short man cleared his throat and grinned broadly. "I have an exciting announcement to make, my boys!" he said. Still smiling. "I'm proud to announce that on Monday morning Blackthorne Institute will be welcoming guests, who will be staying with us for the entire year!"
Zach raised an eyebrow and turned back to his friends. "Who could possibly want to come here," he said, rolling his eyes. "At least with Spongebob Squarepants, over there," he gestured over his shoulder to Dr. Steve and took a bite of his apple.
"Monday morning, at ten o'clock, the wonderful ladies of Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women will be arriving!"
Zach choked on the apple. He bent over, hacking it up while Grant pounded on his back. No one else was paying him much mind though because they were all talking amongst themselves, chattering excitedly. Yes, assassins/thugs/trained male spies chatter. It comes with the territory.
"I know, aren't you all excited?" Dr. Steve shouted over the cacophony. Zach noted Joe Solomon, their Cove. Ops. teacher, leaning against the door rolling his eyes. Zach smirked. "Are their any questions?" Immediately voices rang out. "One at a time, please, one at a time!" Dr. Steve moved his arms in some strange flapping motion; something Zach thought vaguely resembled a calming motion.
Eli Wells asked the first question. "How many girls are coming?"
"The entire junior class will be coming. There will be ten girls coming."
"Why haven't we ever heard of them before?"
"Gallagher Academy is Blackthorne's sister school. It is just as classified, if not more so, than Blackthorne."
"So they're spies."
Dr. Steve smiled good-naturedly. "Yes, they are spies." The boys whispered among themselves.
"Will they be going to classes with us?"
"Naturally!"
"Where will they be staying?" Isaac James, a senior called with a smirk. Zach frowned. The smirk thing was his.
Dr. Steve chuckled. "They will be staying in the junior bunkers, with the other boys, of course!"
Zach eyebrows shot up, and his weren't the only ones. They were letting the girls stay with the hormonal teenage boys? "Is that even legal?" he muttered out loud. Grant looked beyond excited. His eyes were wide and he was practically jumping up and down in his eat. Actually, now that Zach though about it, he kind of looked like he was going to pee himself. "Hold it in there buddy."
The rest of the lunch period was spent discussing the girls (some of the conversations a little more…ahem, graphic, than others—particularly those of the junior class). The boys were sent off to class then, all of their minds on the coming week.
A/N
Okay, first off, yes, I'm bringing all my OC Blackthorne Boys back. Except this is their junior year, and it's a completely different story than 'Back to Gallagher' and 'The Way to Blackthorne.' Absolutely no connection there.
Second of all, I just want everyone to know right off the back that this is going to be a light and fluffy story. Let's just pretend the Circle of Cavan has been knocked out already, by Joe Solomon and Cam's dad, who died bringing it down. Solomon works at Blackthorne down, keeping the boys in check. The prologue (about Zach's initiation) was included though because it will end up being basically common knowledge that he and a couple of the other boys were involved in the group. They've kind of made a bad name for themselves, so Cammie's dad warns her off Zach.
Originally, the story wasn't just going to be romance, but I basically lost my muse for what the story would have been so I've done this instead. And I will warn you, there might be a little smut, but I'm not sure yet.
Also, just know, and this is going to sound horrible, but I'm not putting a lot of effort into this story. I wanted to do something easy for a change, and I thought why not just do a simple Gallagher Girls fic? I've already got a serious fic going on ('Counter Clockwise') and it's taking a lot of my energy up. This story, even the writing style really, is a look simpler than in some of my others stories. I'm just gonna go with the flow on this one, and take it one slow step at a time.
Oh, and one last thing: this story wasn't beta-ed ever. So I know it's not perfect.
New Summary: The Circle of Cavan was taken down by Joe Solomon and Matt Morgan two years ago. Now what happens when the Gallagher Girls are introduced to the Blackthorne Boys (now ex-Cavan members)? Gallagher is going to Blackthorne for an exchange, and sparks are flying.