Chapter 6
Okay, this is what has been going on with us:
We've been taking alternating turns to go get food from the cafeteria.
Bex and I have been keeping people out of our room.
Liz has been doing lord knows what on the computer, she only stopped for a bit to get some food after telling us to touch nothing.
Studying for finals.
Sorting though Cammies and Zach's thoughts for something that's presentable in this notebook.
Besides that the main focus here is thte mission, though I'm starting to suspect that Dr. Fibbs thinks Liz is building a bomb(I wouldn't put it past her). Anyway here's what went down with Zach from 4:00 AM to 7:00AM:
After 2 hours I just sat on the couch gingerly. I recalled coming here during the summers when I was younger. It was the only time I saw my parents every year. My dad was great, but he wasn't a spy. He was the nice normal kind of dad who would take me on tours of all the famous spots in Italy and to the movies and circus's. The kind of father who didn't check if there was a strange gray powder at the bottom of his cup and the kind of father who died because of it.
My mother was the opposite. She was never there and when she was you could she the cruelty in her through and through. She was the kind of mother who took you on assasination missions and then beat you if anything went wrong. The kind of mother who would poison her husband if he was becoming to noisy.
I looked around the room. It had lost its cheer over the years in my mothers care. The pictures on the tables were dusty and fading in their frames; the wall's paint, once a bright light blue, had turned a dull gray; and the couches, once orange, had become brown with age. Dust clung to the cloth and I looked back at the wall and my eyes landed on a red stain on the wall. It was recent, I remembered when that stain was made last summer . . .
I walked into the house, the living room light was on. Walking down the hall I heard laughter. "Are you here to inquire at my attempt on your lovely girlfriends life Zachie poo darling," an all to familiar wicked voice carried down the hall."
"Yes."
"Well her father told her how to bring my friends and I down, so we need to get her before she remembers."
"Cammie knows how to bring down the Circle of Cavaan. That's about as likely as an orangutang breaking into Blackthorne."
"Yes well she knows, if not consciously then subconsciously. All she needs is a bit of prodding . . ."
"No you are not laying a finger on Cammie. If you do I'll . . .I'll . . ."
"You'll what? Capture me? Turn me in? Break every bone in my body and leave me to die? Or just outright kill me?" I looked at my feet. "You won't, you don't have the stomach to kill anyone, much less your own mother." She looked me over carefully. "Zach, darling, it is lovely that you have . . . feelings for this girl, quite commendable in fact, but its not practical or healthy." She stood up, "Its time you learned a lesson." She reached behind her to grab a lamp. I started to back up only to run into the well muscled stomachs of her 2 bodyguards. They grabbed my arms and turned me around. My mother lifted up my shirt. "Now honey this won't hurt one bit," she stated in her sickly sweet voice. She then proceeded to give me the beating of my life.
When she was done, her guards dropped me on the floor and my blood stained it. They left me to my suffering and went to plan out their next attempt to retrieve Cammie. It was then that my resolve to protect her from harm solidified into a nearly solid thing. Cammie's, my Gallgher Girl's, face appeared in front of me every feature perfect as the first snows of winter. It was her face that gave me the strength to get up and tend to my wounds.
I jerked out of my reverie as the phone rang. I picked it up. " Zachie poo darling," stated that all too familiar cruel voice. "So nice of you to finally come to your senses."