Chapter 2
Okay. So I am fully aware of the fact that spies are not supposed to get surprised. Especially me. I mean not to brag, but I am one of the best spies in my class. So that's why I kind of got mad at myself when I jumped a little at the sight of Mr. Solomon. You can't really blame me. Can you? I mean the guy is one of the best spies to graduate from Blackthorne (have you seen him? He is super intimidating). Fortunately for me, all these years at Blackthorne have paid off and I've learned how to correctly mask my feelings. So I am 99% sure Mr. Solomon noticed; then again it wouldn't have surprised me if he did, he's just that good. Anyway, he looked at me and said, "Mr. Goode. Please come with me." Then he started walking out of the tunnel with me following closely behind him.
When we got out, he led me to Dr. Steve (our headmaster principal guy)'s office. Now let me tell you a few things about Dr. Steve. He insists on everyone calling him Dr. Steve, even though we are pretty sure he isn't a doctor, of any kind. He is really odd, and he says excellent more than a 10 year old boy says "Awesome". We got in his office and I noticed that I wasn't the only one in there. There was group of about 14 (15 including me) guys standing, with Dr. Steve sitting at his desk. Right when we walked in Mr. Solomon said, "I found Zach. Are these all the boys you need?" Dr. Steve simply responded with a nod, and I am pretty sure I heard a faint "excellent" under his voice. I looked around and automatically noticed Grant and Jonas. I shot them a questioning glance, and I could tell by the blank looks they gave me that they knew about as much as I did. Which was nothing. Around the blank staring time, we heard footsteps walk into the room, followed by a couple of gasps and red faces. I looked in the nearest reflective object (a silver platter Dr. Steve has on his wall), and saw a woman. A very pretty woman. So that explained all the gasps, we never see pretty girls; all the ones in our town are not very special looking. (We think the people who built Blackthorne did that on purpose.) And she was gorgeous for an older lady, not that you could really tell; but we are have what we call spy eyes. We see things other people don't notice. She came and stood by Dr. Steve's desk and began to speak, "Hello boys, my name is Rachel Morgan. That would be Mrs. Morgan to you." She gave us a pointed look. "I am the headmistress of your sister spy school, The Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women." Wow. It took a few minutes for me to wrap my head around that. She said sister, as in girl spy school. Jonas will be taking a little trip to the computer to learn more about that later. Grant then took that moment to whisper,"DANG! I bet they are smoking. I mean check her out!" in my ear. This is why Grant can get annoying sometimes, it really gets old; but I got of admit, I kind of thought the same thing. I would just never say it. Mr. Solomon cleared his throat and said, "You boys have been the few chosen out of your classes to do an exchange with Gallagher for a semester" Okay. So honestly, I was kind of excited; it's not every day we get to meet spies outside of Blackthorne. They said a few more things then they dismissed us. When we were supposed to be going to our rooms Jonas, Grant, and I made a detour to one of the secret labs. Actually, only the people on the research track are supposed to know about them, but Jonas let us in on the secret. Unfortunately, after hours of searching through the FBI's secret files and many more; we couldn't find anything. ZIPPO. NOTHING. ZERO. Gallagher must have more security and codes than Blackthorne. And we have A LOT.
We decided to just forget Gallagher. Obviously we weren't going that semester. So we focused on our studies and got into the school routine. Well we tried, but the thought of a girl spy school out there somewhere was just too good to be true. Anyway one day in Countries of the World we saw a piece of evaporating paper slip out from under the door. It had to words POP QUIZ on it. Things were about to get very interesting.