(Author's Note: Hahaha, okay, after receiving several reviews telling me to 'update soon,' I must say it doesn't bother me unless the review ONLY consists of 'update soon' and no other advice, criticism, or praise. Just wanted to make that clear. I'm happy to know you guys like my story so much to be anticipating for the next chapter. Thank you!)
"Did you find any uranium or hydrogen concentration near here?" Cammie asks Liz as their group stands around in Grant's apartment. Zach and Jonas were currently tying up an unconscious Mr. Montejo in the guest room for interrogation once he wakes up from Cammie's perfected roundhouse-kick.
"Not yet. Jonas and I drove around the Miami area looking to see if the concentration levels show up in the charts. We're getting our results back from the online database soon. So if Mr. Montejo won't cooperate… We always have our info backup," Liz answers.
Cammie nods and was about to say something else when Liz spins around to face Bex and Grant, who were arguing in the corner of the living room. "Shut up!" Liz shrieks, "I cannot hear myself think with all your constant bickering! Would you please think of others? Just settle your dispute nicely and CALMLY!"
Bex raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms. "As calmly as you're settling things?" Bex asks with a smirk after Liz has stopped screaming. With a scoff, Liz stomps away from the room, mumbling something about helping with Mr. Montejo before she kills somebody.
Immediately Bex goes back to fighting with Grant, while Cammie heads to the kitchen to get something to drink. As she's pouring herself a glass of water, she hears Bex exclaim, "You had us following the wrong Mr. Montejo all night! What kind of bloody spy are you?"
"At least I was looking for Mr. Montejo! All you wanted to do was dance! And it's not like you went against me or told me it wasn't the real Mr. Montejo," Grant shoots back.
"I didn't just want to dance! I wanted to go see Cammie, who apparently was actually following the real Mr. Montejo! But nooo, you were so hell-bent on tailing your fake Mr. Montejo that we didn't even know that!"
"That's exactly my point! I figured you just wanted to dance with your friend, while I was trying to complete the mission. Sorry I fucked up. I didn't know British people never made mistakes," Grant says sarcastically.
"Oh, so now you're mocking me!"
"Just shut the fuck up and let me say I'm sorry!"
The next few minutes were strangely silent, so Cammie peeks around the corner to see if they've killed each other. Because, honestly, their constant fighting was quite entertaining. Cammie peeks around the corner to see Bex and Grant lying on the floor, making out like they haven't seen each other in years.
Cammie accidentally regurgitates a mouthful of water, so she quickly rushes over to the sink to spit it out before she spits it out on the tile. "Whoa," she suddenly hears from behind her. Cammie spins around to see Zach in the doorway. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just a little surprised from Bex and Grant's, um, session," she admits.
"I know. They were so into it they didn't even notice when I walked past them," Zach replies with a smirk. Suddenly the computer emits a strange beep noise signaling an incoming message.
Cammie and Zach lean over Liz's laptop and open the file that has just finished downloading. A map of Miami floods the screen, with green and red splotches all over, similar to a weatherman's map. Cammie's fingertip points to the key, which explained that the green meant uranium, the red meant hydrogen, and the yellow areas where both colors overlapped was a mix of uranium and hydrogen.
"Look," Cammie says excitedly, "There's only two places in Miami where uranium and hydrogen are both being stored. One of them has to be where the nuclear weapon is being stored. Let's go check it out!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Cam. We have to wait for Jonas and Liz to find out what they can from Mr. Montejo," Zach replies, trying to weaken her sense of urgency.
"What, and waste a few days trying to get information out of him while the other bad guys keep building it? I don't think so. We have to go check it out now," she insists.
"We shouldn't do anything we're going to regret later. We can't invade their whole operation with only two agents! It'll be too dangerous. And I won't let anything bad happen to you," Zach says ruefully.
Cammie puts her hand on Zach's arm. "Nothing bad is going to happen to me, especially with you right there. And, besides, who said anything about going inside?" she hints with an air of mischief. "I just want to check out the area around it so we know where all the escape routes and hiding places are at once we do invade their operation."
"She's good on the eyes,
but boy she's hell on the heart."
- Eric Church
Zach's defiance starts crumbling the longer Cammie stares at him with those molten dark brown eyes of hers. By the time she blinks at him with her thick eyelashes, he was already convinced. "Fine," Zach breaks down, "We'll go. But only to check out the area around it and check for any suspicious activity."
"Okay, let's go," Cammie says, after typing a note to Liz on Microsoft word and leaving it up on the screen so her friend would see it the next time she gets on the computer. Then she quick jots the addresses down on her palm with a pen randomly on the counter, due to lack of paper. Cammie and Zach leave the apartment and to the parking lot, where his motorcycle was parked.
Zach climbs onto his motorcycle and sits still, waiting for Cammie to get on. She straddles the motorcycle and wraps her arms around Zach's waist as he starts the engine. Cammie turns her palm upwards so Zach can read the first address.
Soon enough, they were driving down the highway, towards downtown Miami. Zach turns the motorcycle onto the exit ramp and into a semi-rundown part of town. The longer they drive through empty streets and dark alleys, the closer they get to the address. Eventually, Zach pulls the motorcycle up to a stop sign and he tilts his head to the left. "Is that it?" he asks.
Cammie squints to see the faded address on the side of the small garage. "I'm pretty sure. But that's not large at all, so they couldn't possibly store the actual nuclear weapon in there… Let's try out the next address," Cammie suggests.
Zach quickly reads the second address on Cammie's palm and he starts driving even further downtown. Once they've arrived in an even more run-down part of town, Zach parks the motorcycle in front of a cheap hotel building. Behind them was a tall gray warehouse, where the nuclear weapon must be stored.
"Is that it?" Cammie asks, looking at the warehouse nonchalantly while getting off the motorcycle. Zach hops off after her and puts down the tiny kickstand that will hold up the large machine.
"I'm pretty sure," Zach says. After a second or two of watching it, he blurts, "We should rent a hotel room." He turns and disappears into the hotel across the street from the warehouse.
"What?" Cammie exclaims, following after him. Inside, Zach was already talking to the greasy-haired hotel owner.
"One room for three nights, please," Zach requests, taking a few bills out of his wallet in his pocket.
The cheap-looking man twists his thin black mustache that was almost greasier than his flat comb-over with two fingers. He looks back and forth between Cammie and Zach, slowly nodding his head. "Sure… But three nights? You sure seem to be planning on staying busy, huh?" he wheezes, then snickers at his own joke.
Cammie just glares at the hotel owner until he finally says, "Okay, okay. One room for three nights, that'll be sixty bucks."
Zach hands over the cash as the man hands over the tarnished gold key to the room. There was probably a reason for the room being so cheap… And Cammie was not excited to see the condition of the room.
Zach leads the way up the stairs, looking for the door with the number that was scratched into the key. Cammie peeks over her shoulder to see the pervert of a hotel owner watching her butt as she climbed the stairs. Cammie self-consciously pulls down the hem of her dress a little lower until she was out of his sight.
They walk down a filthy hallway to room number 15, and Zach quickly unlocks the door, stepping into the room. He shuts the door behind Cammie right when she asks, "Why the heck did we even rent this shithole of a hotel room?"
Zach looks around the room at the cobwebs in the corner, the faded area rug, the slouching couch, and the unstable desk pushed against one wall. The bed had a metal frame and plain off-white sheets, which had stains in several places that Zach didn't even want to think about where they came from. He didn't quite feel like peeking in the closet, either, for fear of what might be in there.
But he walks over to the dusty curtains and pulls them wide, exposing the window, which had a great view of the warehouse across the street. "From here, we'll be able to see what's going on at the warehouse and check out the area around it without having to look too obvious. And we can all meet here before we ambush the warehouse," Zach explains.
"So we won't be staying here for long?" Cammie asks, still standing awkwardly in the same spot she had been since they walked in, afraid to touch any of the guaranteed-germy furniture.
"I promise we won't be in here for more than a half hour at a time," Zach assures her. "Now how about our method of entering the warehouse?"
Cammie finally moves from her spot by the door and walks over to the window next to Zach. "We'll simply have to surround the building. Get everybody in different positions for the attack, and block all exits," Cammie says, "The usual. There's not much we can do to plan for an attack but be prepared."
"Then I guess we should be heading back to Grant's apartment to see if Mr. Montejo has admitted anything yet," Zach suggests, shutting the curtains and backing away from the window.
"Liz could probably get us the floor-plans of both warehouses if we give her the addresses. Then we could plan our attack from there, which should probably take place by tomorrow?" Cammie asks, making sure.
"Tomorrow at the latest. We shouldn't give those bastards any extra time to finish their nuclear weapon," Zach scowls, leaving the hotel room. Cammie follows after him. After Zach locks the room, they leave the hotel, hop onto Zach's motorcycle, and drive back to Grant's apartment to get everybody up-to-date.
(Author's Note: So… the story is now wrapping itself up, getting ready for the end. This story should end in about five chapters, maybe. Unless you guys want me to put a major twist in it, which could change things. Haha. I'm pretty much giving you guys a choice. POLL - Do you want a major nerve-wracking twist that would extend the story bunches of chapters? Or do you want a nice happily-ever-after ending right away? Vote in a review!)