Chapter 7

Well, that explains more than it doesn't. I mean the psychological aspects and some of Zach's past. May I just make this completely scientific observation: Whoa. For that, I didn't even need my boy to English translator.

By the way, if you haven't guessed already, this is Liz. I was told my eyes were turning as red as Madame Dabneys red velvet cape, so I'm taking a break. Also, I was informed I needed more sleep. You can trust me, I would if I could, but the information inflow is too much for me to even think of sleep! I'm even considering missing my finals! The comms are actually working! They work so well I'm shocked!

Okay, instead of bragging about them, I probably should provide substantial evidence to this conclusion:

1)All of us are alive and breathing.

2)We can hear everthing around the other people

3)Oh, you just need to read this

Convesation and thoughts from Cammie and Zach from 8AM to 9AM in Rome:

Cammie's: It was edging on four hours in that cell. If they were going to do anything to me it would be soon.

Zach: My mother had just filled me in on her plan. I could tell she was withholding some vital piece of information, but I knew I would find out soon enough.

"Now Zach, darling, be a dear and go fetch Cammie for me," my mother ordered in what was supposed to be a sweet voice. I started to get up. "There's a lad. She's just down that hall, second door to the right. Bring her to Interrogation Room 3." Nodding, I started to walk away. "Wait," she called. I stopped short and began to turn. She picked up something silver that clinked and tossed it. "You'll need that." I caught it and slowly opened my palm. It was a key.

Cammie: "Zach's coming," Liz informed me as crisply as anyone with a southern accent could. I slumped lower in my corner. What if something went wrong? What if some tiny bit of conversation gave them away. "Don't worry," Liz said, no doubt having read my thoughts through her knifty comm units. "I'll tell you what you two really want to say to each other. Just act mad." Okay I thought back at her that should be easy enough, recollecting all those times I had been mad at Zach. Easy as pie. Then the door began to creak open.

Zach :Liz had assuaged my worries about Cammie or me messing up. Now I just needed to act guilty. Easy enough I thought to my self. I feel guilty whenever I'm with Cammie. I mean, my mother has put her through hell.

Conversation:

"Hello Gallagher Girl."

"I see you've made a choice."

"Only because I knew you'd be here."

"Yeah right, don't give me that bull shit Zach, I know your game."

"Zach wants to know if you're all right Cammie. Zach, Cammie wants to know if everythings in place."

"I see your no worse for wear"

" I am."

"And neither am I."

"Come on Gallagher Girl, don't be like that. My mother is not that gentle with her prisoners, but I guess you'll find out soon enough. If your not hurt now you will be after this."

"I can take a beating thank you very much Zachary Goode."

"Okay, Cammie, Zach doesn't really know much about his mother's interrogation tactics, only that if you don''t break they've got something up their sleeves. Also, he bids you to tread carefully once your in there because she has a temper like no other. Zach, Cammie is fine. She just wants to know where her father is."

"Gallagher Girl, why did you hand yourself in? Have you even seen your father?"

"No, what's it to you."

"He's in a terrible state."

"Cammie, you're gonna see your dad after the interrogation."

"Zach, can we just not talk until this, whatever it is, is over?"

"Zach, Cammies loves you."

"I second that motion Gallagher Girl."

A door opens.