The Spies: Abrams / Goode

"We'll see." Ms. Goode said holding up what looked to be a silver cellphone. Zach's eye's widened. "See you soon."

Then she was gone.

"So you're using her then?" I asked gritting my teeth.

Zach looked at me with an amused expression.

"Do you need me to declare my love for her or is getting tortured to protect her not enough?" Zach asked.

I guess I could agree with that.

-Abrams

The cell was extremely boring and my only company was him.

Who is he? Well 'he' is Zachary Goode: Cammie's current boyfriend.

"So," I said, "That was your mom, huh?"

Zach looked about ready to punch me in the face. He looked at me from across the cell, glared, and nodded.

"Why is she like that? Why does she want to hurt Cammie?" I asked.

Zach sighed, "That really isn't any of your business."

"Hey," I said angrily, "I'm stuck in this cell too. I deserve to know."

"Hey, Josh," Zach said obviously amused, "You know spies?"

I nodded, "Cammie mentioned them once."

I thought about the stone in the gazebo where Cammie and I used to pass notes.

"Really?" Zach asked surprised.

"Never mind," Zach said shaking his head, "Well I'm a spy."

I was about to laugh. A spy? Yea right and I'm a prince.

He laughed, "You don't believe me?"

"No Duh," I said.

"Need me to prove it?" Zach asked entertained.

Sadly, I nodded my head.

Soon enough he had me flipped over on the ground, out of breath.

He laughed as he went to sit in the corner of the room; I went to the other side, sat down, and faced him.

"You should see Cammie do that," Zach laughed, "It's her signature move.

"I know," I said.

Zach raised an eyebrow.

"Apparently I scared her once so she decided to flip me over," I laughed.

Zach smiled sadly, "That sounds like Cammie, alright."

"So Cammie's really a spy?"

Zach nodded, "Well a spy-in-training but yea; she's one of the best."

"So what's the plan?" I asked, "You know, if your mom comes."

Zach sighed and looked up at me, "Take the pain and never give in."

I nodded.

"You never answered my question," I said.

"What question," Zach asked.

"What made your mom this way?"

Zach sighed (Gosh, this guy sighed a lot), "My dad died on a CIA mission when I was small. My mom blamed the CIA for his death, although he screwed up all on his own. She was angry and wanted nothing to do for the CIA so she went rouge and joined the Circle. She went hungry for power and eventually was made head of everything.

I was about to say something when the guard we saw before walked in, grabbed Zach and dragged him out.

Oh, great.

-Goode

The slap to face brought unbelievable pain; my vision started to go fuzzy and my body was aching. The hit to my stomach conveyed an explosion of pain, agony blasted into my body at full speed. Torture. Pure Torture. I was miserable. I kept having to remind myself, this was for Cammie; it was all for her.

Cammie, the girl I was absolutely in love with.

So, I sat there, chained to a chair, and waited for her, my mother's, next torture method.

I have to get out of here.

"Take him back to the cell," My mother said.

The goons dragged me, blindfolded (again), and dropped me off (Taking the blindfold with them) in the cell next to the one and only Josh Abrams.

"Dude, are you alright?" I heard Josh say, but at the moment I couldn't really process the words.

Then my world went black.

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