The Brotherhood of Ieoseph Cavan
ChAptEr 3
.~***~.
Excerpt of file taken from the desk of Dr. Steve Sanders, Director of Blackthorne Institute for Boys, Private Detention Facility, Belfast Maine:
Annual Student Physical & Psychosomatic Evaluation (Check-Up Form Version 1)
Completed by Nurse Elsa Ford, September 2009:
Anderson, Jonas—Virus
Physical Description: Caucasian. 6'1, thick black hair, glasses, blue eyes, lanky, fair skin
Ethnicity: American
Physical/Health: Glasses, Asthma
Psychosomatic (Mental/Emotional): N/A (Nothing wrong)
Notes: A little on the scrawny side, but keeps up with peers. Obsessed with computer.
Church, Michael—The Angel Gabriel
Physical Description: Caucasian. 5'11, strawberry blonde curls, blue eyes, fair skin
Ethnicity: Dutch-American
Physical/Health: N/A
Psychosomatic: Incredibly sensitive and emotional
Notes: Perfectly healthy, but over-sympathizes emotionally.
Evans, Logan—Dagger
Physical Description: Caucasian. 5'11 1/2, walnut-blonde hair, grey eyes, lean, muscled, fair skin
Ethnicity: American
Physical/Health: N/A
Psychosomatic: Extreme anger
Notes: Needs to work on anger management. Explosive anger.
Garcia, Mario—El Toro
Physical Description: Hispanic. 5'5, black hair, black eyes, tan skin
Ethnicity: Hispanic.
Physical/Health: Unusually short. Needs milk
Psychosomatic: N/A
Notes: Should really drink some milk.
Goode, Zachary—Ghost
Physical Description: Caucasian. 5'11, dark brown hair, emerald eyes, lean, but built, fair skin
Ethnicity: American
Physical/Health: N/A
Psychosomatic: Unknown
Notes: Hides feelings very well. Perfect spy, not teenage boy.
Hill, Tyler—Cadet
Physical Description: Caucasian. 5'11, brown hair, brown eyes, fair skin
Ethnicity: American
Physical/Health: N/A
Psychosomatic: N/A
Notes: Looks average, the kind of person one would easily forget. Pavement artist.
Ivanovski, Dmitri—Czar
Physical Description: Caucasian. 6'2, dark hair, violet eyes, lean, muscled, fair skin
Ethnicity: Russian
Physical/Health: Walks with slight limp (barely noticeable, concealable)
Psychosomatic: Secretive, dark
Notes: An enigma of sorts. None of the boys really know him. Bad boy persona. Very attentive to people.
Lee, Daniel—Fugitive
Physical Description: Asian. 5'9, black hair, blue eyes, fair skin
Ethnicity: Chinese-American
Physical/Health: N/A
Psychosomatic: N/A
Notes: Quiet, self-assured.
Lewis, Austin—Acrobat
Physical Description: Caucasian. 6'1, dark blonde hair, jade green eyes, lean, muscled, tan skin
Ethnicity: Australian
Physical/Health: N/A
Psychosomatic: Short temper
Notes: Has a very short temper, but expresses it in the quiet, cold way (rather than Logan's explosive anger). Sardonic and slightly sadistic.
Moore, Matthew—Mole
Physical Description: Caucasian. 5'12, strawberry blonde, moss green eyes, fair skin
Ethnicity: American
Physical/Health: N/A
Psychosomatic: Attentive
Notes: Incredibly observant. Quiet in the reserved, shy way.
Newman, Grant—Bull Dog
Physical Description: Caucasian. 5'11, dark golden-brown hair, bright brown eyes, broad, muscular, tan skin
Ethnicity: English- American, with Greek roots
Physical/Health: Very good.
Psychosomatic: N/A
Notes: Girl obsessed. Very well built from working out a lot.
Phelps, Justin—Bearded Lady/ Beatle Juice
Physical Description: Caucasian. 5'10, dark hair, dark blue eyes, fair skin
Ethnicity: American.
Physical/Health: N/A
Psychosomatic: N/A
Notes: Very funny.
Reynolds, Christopher—Napoleon
Physical Description: Caucasian. 6', dirty-blonde hair, hazel eyes, fair skin
Ethnicity: French-American
Physical/Health: N/A
Psychosomatic: N/A
Notes: Very sharp.
Taylor, Nicholas—Falcon
Physical Description: Caucasian. 5'10, brown hair, caramel eyes, fair skin
Ethnicity: American
Physical/Health: Very good, body of a runner
Psychosomatic: N/A
Notes: Very fast.
File #2:
BB Senior Class Attendance List:
Campbell, Rex
Chambers, Jack
Collins, Shiloh
Gray, Xerxes
Hill, Scott
Ivanovski, Vasily
James, Isaac
King, Henry
Price, Ian
Quinton, Ashton
Reed, Jackson
Winter, Mordecai
Wood, Owen
Zane, Cameron
BB Junior Class Attendance List:
Anderson, Jonas
Church, Michael
Evans, Logan
Garcia, Mario
Goode, Zachary
Hill, Tyler
Ivanovski, Dmitri
Lee, Daniel
Lewis, Austin
Moore, Matthew
Newman, Grant
Phelps, Justin
Reynolds, Christopher
Taylor, Nicholas
BB Sophomore Class Attendance List:
Barnes, Liam
Brandon-Flynn, Kaleb
Elliot, Alexander
Fletcher, Donovan
Gray, Xavier
Hughes, Charles-Ross
James, Oliver
King, Teddy
Nelson, Kay
Peirce, Adam
Powell, Colby
Reginald III, William Lee
Washington, Toby
Wright, Noah
BB Freshman Class Attendance List:
Davis, Carter
Graves, Cyllus
Harris, Andrew
James, Halen Martin
Marcus, Phillip
Moore, Christian
Moses, Ashley
Nguyen, Forest
Nguyen, Rain
Nguyen, Sky
Page, Griffin
Wells, Eli
White, Thomas
Wyatt, Spencer
BB Eigth Grade Class Attendance List:
Armstrong-Ferrell, Gerald
Beaty, Jay
Bradford, Paul
Cobb, Daniel
Darcy, Magnus
Dickson, Dominic Jordon
Eskew, Armand
Gunn, Morgan
Heyne, Ali
Jones, Louis
Lung, Bao
Klein, Lewis Anthony
McClain, Samuel
Reed, Aaron
Turnbull, Andy
BB Seventh Grade Class Attendance List:
Alexander, Reuben
Bell, Brent
Diaz, Ronald Darrell
Earl II, Lawrence
Edwards, Ryan Eric
Goodell, Ray Sean
Hunt, Richard
McLaughlin, Andre
McBride, Frederick Lee
Phillips, Willie
Saunders, Jonathan Jacob
Trent, Patrick
Willingham, Gregory
Young, Charles
.~***~.
The Gallagher Girls were loaded onto a helicopter the next morning at 6 am. The flight was long and dreary, but finally the helicopter touched down on a landing pad somewhere in Maine. "Everyone up! Up!" Professor Buckingham, their chaperone, called briskly. "Time to go, girls!" She was walking down the aisle in between the seats, clapping her hands.
Cammie jerked awake when the older lady tapped her shoulder. She shot up out of her seat and cried out when her head came in contact with the overhead baggage compartment. "Ouch!" she yelled. "Holy crap! What are those things made out of? Titanium steel! Jeez!"
"Actually, yes," Buckingham said as she passed by, rousing the other girls. Cammie huffed and threw her bag over her shoulder.
"Jeez."
"Hey, Cam! Wait up!" Bex and Liz followed Cammie to the door of the helicopter, where the young (handsome, according o Bex: "Ohhh! Cam! He is cute! I hope the Blackthorne Boys look like him!) Pilot was helping girls out of the copter. Cammie, much to her chagrin, was stumbling all over the place from sitting for so long. She blushed when 'David' (according to his nametag, though you can never trust those) reached up a hand to steady her.
"Careful," he warned with a wink. "Don't want to fall.' Cammie squeaked at his deep voice flushed darker when he chuckled. She took the hand he offered and held it—Cammie noted how warm his hand was around hers—as she jumped down (not that she needed the help. She was a spy for Pete's sake). She mumbled her thanks and stumbled away when he turned to help the other girls.
Cammie went to stand by Bex, who was convulsing in laughter. She scowled and elbowed her darker friend in the ribs. Cammie hadn't missed how gracefully Bex had descended from the helicopter, smiling smoothly at David. But then behind her David let out a loud cry of pain and she head Liz apologizing profusely ("Oopsie Daisy!") for crushing David's foot under her fifty pound book bag when she fell on top of him, and Cammie couldn't help but laugh with her sisters.
.~***~.
Cammie was watching the security guards as they ran last minute background checks on all the girls. The Gallagher Girls had ridden in a small black van (the words "BLACKTHORNE" printed boldly on the side) through three security outposts. The first had just been cameras, then the second had been an entire vehicle scan (with the girls inside), and then at the third armed guards had come out and hand checked the car for bombs.
Next, the girls were forced out of the van and made to walk to the next outpost, where they had been patted-down by more armed guards and passed under metal detectors. And now (finally) they were at the final outpost, a small guardhouse filled with high-tech computers (Liz's eyes had widened comically).
Cammie watched for any sign of life inside the bodies of the security guards at the computers, but couldn't find any. It was like they had no emotions; their faces wiped clean of all expression. And they were all men, Cammie noted (Psh, sexist much?).
Bex elbowed Cammie. "Stop staring!" she hissed.
"How can you not?" Cammie whispered back. "They're like robots."
"SHH!" Cammie and Bex jumped guiltily when Professor Buckingham shushed them. She looked up and her eyes widened. Everyone was looking at them. That meant everyone had heard them. Including the robot-like guards. She met the eyes of one of the younger guards, who raised an eyebrow mockingly. So they aren't automatons! Cammie blushed and spent the rest of their time in the guardhouse carefully examining her shoes.
.~***~.
"Welcome, Welcome, Welcome girls!" Dr. Steve practically sang as he flounced down the hall towards them. He held out his hand in greeting. "I am Dr. Steve Sanders! It is such a pleasure!"
Professor Buckingham raised an eyebrow at his exuberance and peered down her sculpted nose at the short man. She held out a hand (Cammie thought she looked slightly disdainful), and Dr. Steve kissed it with a loud SMOOCH. "Er," Buckingham's nose scrunched a little. "The pleasure is ours, Dr. Sanders."
"Please, call me Dr. Steve."
"I—"
"Dr. Steve. I insist!"
"Very well." Buckingham agreed reluctantly. It was very clear to her students that she disapproved.
"Hello, girls!" Dr. Steve said, now turning to the snickering young ladies. "It is such an honor!" The girls all murmured "thank you"s and returned the sentiments. "So polite!" exclaimed Dr. Steve in admiration. Cammie decided she liked Dr. Steve, in all his boyish glee. He turned around and started back up the hall to a set of tall, oak doors. "Come on, girls," he chirped over his shoulder. "Time to meet the boys!"
Cammie's blood went cold. Uh-oh—the boys. She'd forgotten about them.
.~***~.
"I think I'm going to be sick." Mick Morrison was saying somewhere behind Cammie.
"Do you think I'm overdressed," worried Tina, smoothing her pink skirt down for the four hundredth time.
"Oh god! Oh god!"
"What if they hate us? What if they think we're ugly?" Anna was chattering, unaware she was making Courtney Bauer particularly anxious (not that Courtney was ugly. She was in fact very pretty).
"I can't do this! I can't to this!"
"I want to go home!"
"How many boys did you say there were again?" Jessica Boden was wringing her hands nervously.
"Are you sure they're all boys?" Eva asked.
"Of course they're all boys! What kind of question is that?" Kim Lee said frowning.
"Really, Eva," Tina rolled her eyes. "But really—is this skirt too short?"
"I'm so nervous!"
"I think my lunch just came back up!"
"Do I have anything in my teeth?"
"What if they're all brand 5 ugly?"
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Yelled Professor Buckingham (Cammie really heard that the boys on the other side of the door hadn't heard Buckingham's shriek, but by the general dim in voices over there she had a bad feeling they had). Buckingham straightened up haughtily. "Remember what you are!" she scolded. "Now what—no, who—are you?"
"Spies?"
"Girls?"
"Ugly?" Courtney moaned, with tears in her eyes.
Buckingham rolled her eyes. "You're Gallagher Girls!" (Ohhhhh…) "Now when Dr. Steve announces you, you are going to waltz in there, get up on that stage, and introduce yourselves! Like ladies!"
Silence. "…There's a stage?" Anna squeaked.
Courtney burst into tears, Mick gagged and Tina moaned, and it started all over again. Buckingham dropped her head into her hands,
.~***~.
Zach sat with Grant and Jonas in a cafeteria of anxious (and slightly randy) teenage boys. Every few seconds his eyes would wander to the large oak doors until he realized what he was doing and snapped his attention back to Dr. Steve, who was standing at the podium making announcements. What Dr. Steve said next caught Zach's attention. "And without further ado," Dr. Steve made a sweeping ark with his arm in the direction of the doors. 'I give you our guests from Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women!"
"Finally," Zach mumbled, as the doors slowly cracked open. He could feel Grant bouncing up and down in his seat to his right. The entire room was silent as the boys waited with baited breath and wide eyes. And then doors opened all the way and—BAM—there were girls! The boys erupted in cheers as the girls gracefully made their way to Dr. Steve on the stage. Zach couldn't help but admire the gentle sway of their hips as they passed by.
"WOOHOOO!" Grant was shouting next to him. Zach laughed at his friend, but never took his eyes off the girls as they climbed up onto the stage as well, and arranged themselves in a line.
Now that he was over the initial shock of seeing actually girls (real, live, human ones) Zach started cataloguing their appearances (instinct, really). He noticed that every couple of seconds the stocky redhead gulped, like she was pushing something down her throat, and the light brunette with the dangerous looking blue eyes kept pushing down her pink skirt. He noticed the blonde; brown eyed girls smile getting bigger with every boy that whistled her way, and he noticed the gorgeous black girl winking and waving at several boys, while eyeing Grant inconspicuously.
Behind the girls strode in a tall, genteel looking woman, who must have been in her late-eighties. Zach assumed it was their chaperone. She was the first to approach the microphone as the noise slowly died down. She smiled (Zach was reminded of his deceased grandmother) and then announced, in a very regal voice in Zach's opinion, "Good evening, Gentlemen. My name is Professor Patricia Buckingham." Zach was surprised to hear a strong British Accent come through. She looked at everyone in the room over her half-moon spectacles. "I am proud to present the junior class of Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women, come all the way to you from Roseville, Virginia!" The boys clapped respectfully, though many of them hadn't listened to a word the old woman had said, preferring to eye the girls behind her.
"Now," Buckingham turned slightly to address the girls. "When I call your name step up and introduce yourself."
"Psstt," Bex whispered to Cammie. "What exactly do we have to say?" she asked, confused. Cammie shrugged.
"No idea," she whispered back.
"Eva Alverez," Buckingham called.
Eva squeaked and her eyes widened. Shakily, she stepped forwards. "Um, I'm Eva. I'm a junior, and my code name is Chica." The boys applauded loudly, whispering to each other. Eva glanced at Buckingham for permission to step back, who nodded in consent.
"Courtney Bauer!"
"Hi, I'm Courtney. I'm a junior, and my code name is Bee." Courtney smiled (now very confident, thanks to the positive attention from the boys) and stepped back.
"Rebecca Baxter!"
Bex stepped forward in a very…Bex way. She smiled a million-dollar smile and the boys whooped. "Hello," the boys noted her accent in appreciation. "I'm Bex, and if you ever call me Rebecca you'll wake up in the morning without your nuts." The boy s stopped smiling right away and their eyes widened.
"Ms. Baxter!" Buckingham scolded.
Bex just shrugged and smiled again. "Oh, and my code name is Duchess." Then she skipped back to her place in the line of girls.
Buckingham sighed and wearily called out the next girl. "Jessica Boden!"
Jessica didn't smile and her eyes didn't twinkle. She just quietly announced herself, her eyes wandering the room in a calculating sort of way. "My name is Jessica and my code name is Calypso." Zach raised an eyebrow, but clapped politely along with the other boys. Calypso… interesting. Zach frowned, because knew Calypso meant secret-keeper, and he was wondering just what secrets the girl was keeping.
"Anna Fetterman!"
Anna stumbled forward and blushed when she got a few wolf-whistles. Cammie glanced at Dr. Steve, who was also smiling merrily. She suspected wolf-whistles were something she was going to have to get used to, even though Madame Dabney would never have tolerated them.
"Hi, I'm A-anna. I'm a junior and my codename is," her voice had gradually gotten softer until she practiacally whispered, "Chicken Little."
"More like Foxy Loxy!" someone shouted. The boys outright laughed while poor Anna blushed profusely. She suddenly found her shoes extremely interesting.
Buckingham frowned, but cleared her throat and plowed on. "Kim Lee!"
"Good evening. My name is Kim, and my codename is S. Holmes." Kim said simply and stepped back.
And then it was Cammie's turn, and she knew it. She was mentally preparing herself when Buckingham called her name. "Cameron Ann Morgan!"
And then the entire hall went dead silent. All of a sudden the boys went still, and even Dr. Steve wasn't smiling. They all stared at the line. Cammie knew they were looking for whichever girl she was.
Morgan? Zach thought. As in Matthew Morgan? Zach was paying much more attention now, his eyes trained on the stage. Beside him, he knew Grant and Jonas had the same idea. In fact, he suspected everyone in the hall was thinking the same thing, based on their reaction to her name.
But where was she? Zach was shifting through the line with his eyes, but he had no idea which one she was—and there weren't even that many!
"Where is Ms. Morgan?" asked Buckingham. Cammie was almost paralyzed. Bex elbowed her, but her eyes were wide and worried. "Cam, go up," she whispered, reluctantly urging her on.
Shakily, Cammie stepped up to the microphone. Some of the boys gasped, like they hadn't seen her at all, even though she had been standing on a stage right in front of them the entire time. And then everyone was staring right at her.
Why are they all quiet? What the heck is this? Cammie thought. "Um, h-hi," she forced herself to say while her eyes darted around for a friendly face. But everyone was either completely stone-faced or completely slack-jawed. None of the boys clapped or whistled, or even jeered like they had for the other girls. Cammie glanced at Buckingham, but the older woman was completely expressionless, as well.
Cammie cleared her throat. "My name is Cammie, Cammie Morgan." The silence seemed to get heavier. Cammie looked at Bex and Liz, who were staring at her looking just as confused and nervous. "I'm a junior…and my codename is Chameleon." And just like that, like a flick of a switch, the sound was turned back on. There were gasps and exclamations as all the boys turned to each other with meaningful looks and quiet whispers. No one clapped. Cammie's eyes met a green-eyed boy's as he just sat there watching her.
I knew it Zach thought. Matt Morgan's daughter. Zach thought it was very interesting they would let her come to Blackthorne, considering she was His daughter. Only His daughter would be that good. She was just like Him, and her codename only confirmed it. Chameleon.
When her eyes met his he tensed slightly. Her eyes were almost talking to him—Zach thought of how silly that sounded. But he couldn't help but think that for a pavement artist, her eyes were very readable. He could tell she was confused, alarmed, embarrassed. Does she really not know?
"Ms. Morgan," Buckingham said softly. Cammie jerked like she had just been woken from a daydream and hastily stepped back. Zach noticed she seemed to melt right into the wall.
"Cam?" Bex whispered. But Cammie just shook her head and focused all her attention on a chipped piece of linoleum, trying to keep her tears at bay. Buckingham cleared her throat and announced the other girls one-by-one, and the boys reacted just as they had before Cammie had taken the stage.
Cammie couldn't listen. All she could do was stand in tortured silence, wondering what the hell she had done wrong.
A/N
Btw, this is taking place in their junior year, which is 2010-2011. So, the "Evaluation Form" at the beginning of this chapter is from September (the beginning of) their sophomore year, and the form from the previous chapter (about the Gallagher Girls) was done in September of their 7th grade year (Gallagher starts at 7th grade and goes to 12th grade, and I'm assuming Blackthorne does, too).
I'll be going more into detail about the boys' personalities in this than in 'Back to Gallagher.' They're the same characters, just with a few minor tweaks. Otherwise, they're going to be pretty much like they were before.
Oh, and let's just assume they all have buzz cuts, pretty much. Nothing long. And they all have built bodies. Because they're spies who have been physically trained since they were 12 years old.
Okay, about the boy's 'attendance lists.' That was just a way for me to make up all the Blackthorne Boys. That's the entire school right there—and yes, the boys with last names ARE brothers. (Vasily and Dmitri Ivanovski; Rain, Forest and Sky Nguyen [triplets]; Isaac, Oliver, and Halen Martin James; Henry and Teddy King; Xerxes and Xavier Gray; Jackson and Aaron Reed; etc.) Lol, and Cyllus Graves is named after my English teacher's baby boy, fyi. Let me tell you, though, I was completely out of creative juice after naming all the boys. I came up with ALL the names for seniors, juniors, sophomores and freshman right off the top of my head. Then, when I got to the 7th and 8th graders, I gave up and used a name generator because I was so beat. That's why this update came so late.
Finally: I am taking suggestions for this story now, because I really have no plot plan, except for the next couple chapters.
Can I just vent about how much I have FanFiction right now? I spent SO MUCH time formatting my Word Document for this chapter, and then when I uploaded it it was ALL GONE! URGH!#$#$#$%#Not to mention that when I went back to redo it, it turns out that I can't!
Next Chapter: The girls meet the boys personally, they get…acquainted with the sleeping arrangement, and classes start, where Cammie see's Joe Solomon for the first time in two years.
Oh, and a big thank you to everyone who reviewed! It means a lot to me!
P.S. I really abused the italics.
Here's a quick description guide I jotted down when I was writing this chapter. It's for the girls, and just about as basic as they come (also, sorry, the formatting got botched whenI uploaded it):
dark hair and eyes, tan Alverez, Eva (i.e. Chica)
Blonde, brown eyes, fair Bauer, Courtney (i.e. Bee)
Black skin, hair and hazel eyes Baxter, Rebecca (i.e. Dutchess)
Light brown hair, purple eyes Boden, Jessica (i.e. Calypso)
brown hair, wide eyes Fetterman, Anna (i.e. Chicken Little)
asian, green eyes, black hair Lee, Kim (i.e. S. Holmes)
light brown/blonde hair, changes, Morgan, Cameron Ann (i.e. Chameleon)
eyes switch from blue to green, fair, PLAIN
Red hair, brown eyes, stocky, fair Morrison, Mick (i.e. Hornet)
Blonde, waifish, blue eyes Sutton, Elizabeth (i.e. Bookworm)
brown hair, dangerous blue eyes, round face Walters, Tina (i.e. Paparazzi)