Chapter 5
Hello highly ranking government operatives. My name is Macey McHenry, descendent of Gillian Gallagher, daughter of the recent runner-up for Vice President, and senior at Gallagher Academy. My friends like to call me Macey. That pretty much sums up my bio for any files you do on me at the CIA or wherever you work.
Now, up until she showed up three days ago, I knew the most about what was going on in Chameleon's head, I mean we'd both been part of attempted kidnappings by these people. This father thing however, I could not reach out to. The closest thing I've had to losing someone I loved was losing Mr. Fuzzy the teddy bear when I was three, but I know her lack of a father figure has messed her up. Helping her get him back would be great.
Now continuing from where Bex left off. Liz explained that these insane comms she had us put in our brains could hook up to all our senses and even our thought patterns if we gave her permission(which by the way I am never doing, I mean no one wants to see what's going on in this head, the diabolical complexities are too much for you). Cammie had asked Liz to have the computer record her and Zach's thoughts during the mission before she went. So from hear on in it's some selected bits of the thoughts of Cameron Morgan and Zachary Goode with a few add ins by me the beautiful Baxter who's sitting next to me and miss smarty-pants Sutton over at the computer. Here comes the first bit from the Chameleon herself from 4:00 AM to 7:00AM in Rome(provided by Liz's computer).
We drove in the Circles van for two hours, sixteen minutes and twenty-seven seconds. The two large men Zach's mom had bought to help her sat next to me the whole ride while Zach's mom constantly jabbed at me with things about happy family reunions and to bad my mother couldn't make it. When we reached our destination, the two men literally dragged me out of the van onto gravel. One then proceeded to throw me over his shoulder. I could hear the gravel crunch under his feet over a distance of 20 feet then he stopped. A door opened and from there on in the footsteps were dull on a dirt floor.
The tunnels we walked down were almost certainly a maze(I can't confirm this because I had a bag on my head). We made 2 lefts followed by a right, 5 more lefts, and 2 rights til an iron door creaked open and I was thrown face first inside. The door slammed and I got to my knees. Pulling my bag off I shook my head a few times trying to clear it. Then I looked around my cell.
It was made completely of hard packed dirt except for the door, which was made of iron. The door also had a slot obviously made for sliding food and water through. From wall to wall the cell measured roughly 5ftx5ft. and the distance from floor to ceiling was 6ft. In the top corner by the door was a security camera. I leaned into the corner under the camera, sticking my legs out so they were visible to the camera. "If there was any time to become claustrophobic," I muttered.
"It would be now," finished Macey.
"Now don't be like that," commented Liz. "Cammie you'll be fine."
"Of course you bloody will Cammie your plan couldn't be better if Mr. Solomon himself planned it," Bex added. I gave a sad smile at the mention of my former CoveOps teacher who was now out of his coma and in physical therapy.
"If he could," I whispered.