"So we found two warehouses that had the uranium and hydrogen concentrations. After we tracked down the addresses and saw where they were, we found that one garage was being used as a storage facility and the other warehouse was the actual holding place for the nuclear weapon. Zach bought a hotel room across the street from the warehouse where we could meet and discuss before the attack," Cammie explains to the group of spies on the couch.
"Now what address did Mr. Montejo give you for where the nuclear weapon was being stored?" Zach asks, crossing his arms and standing next to Cammie.
Liz grabs a piece of paper off the coffee table and rattles off the number, while Cammie reads along with her from the address on her palm, nodding. "Yep, they're the same. Apparently Mr. Montejo was telling us the truth," Cammie justifies.
"How haven't these idiots figured out we're coming after them yet?" Grant exclaims, throwing his hands in the air. "I'm ready for a fight! All this science-y stuff is too boring."
"All this science-y stuff is how we're finding them! And cool your ass down, Grant, you'll get to fight soon when we ambush the warehouse," Jonas snaps.
"It works just like a group of fans at a baseball game holding up a big sign. Each baseball fan has a card in their seat which is part of the big picture, but by just looking at their one part, they can't really tell what the big picture looks like. All the fans will hold up their signs at once, when they're told to do so by some higher power, in a baseball stadium's case, a screen. Everybody works together to get the final result, even if they don't know everybody who is also working towards the same goal as them, or what those strangers' roles are in getting the final result," Liz explains, "Just like a terrorist group."
"So if terrorist groups are so complex, how will we ever get to the 'higher-power' people controlling the big picture?" Bex asks.
"We have to wipe out the people closest to the big picture, like Mr. Montejo. But not people like Mrs. Hemlock, who was a little further down the web, though we may need to track down more people like her in order to get more important people, like how Mrs. Hemlock knew Mr. Montejo," Liz elaborates.
"Have you gotten the blueprints sent to you from Mr. Solomon yet?" Cammie asks.
Liz nods and unfolds a sheet of charting paper with large warehouse rooms mapped out on it. "We even got Mr. Montejo to tell us where the nuclear weapon is being stored. According to him, its in the large warehouse room in the middle of the building. We just have to secure the smaller rooms around it and then attack the middle," Liz reports.
"And how are you planning on getting a whole terrorist operation to just surrender by being attacked by, oh, SIX PEOPLE?" Grant demands. "It's not like they'll just see us and give up. Obviously they'd put up a fight, and I have a feeling we're going to be greatly outnumbered."
Liz opens her mouth to reply, but Jonas waves her silent. "I already called the Miami police department to send us backup, so we should have about fifteen or so police officers helping us. They promised to just provide manpower, and we'll mainly do the more important jobs and tell them what needs doing," Jonas answers.
"So after we get all the weapons we need-," Grant begins.
"Which are in my suitcase," Bex interrupts.
Grant glares at her for a second before continuing, "After we get all the weapons we need, how soon will we be starting the ambush on the warehouse?"
Liz and Jonas give each other a look, hinting to the others that the two have already discussed the topic. "Well," Liz begins slowly, "Jonas and I don't see the benefits of waiting for the attack, so we were thinking it would probably be… tonight?"
"Tonight?" Cammie, Bex, Zach, and Grant exclaim simultaneously.
"For all we know, they might be on to us already," Jonas defends, "And we still have the rest of this afternoon and a little into the evening to collect equipment before we ambush them at night, when they'll least expect it."
The group was silent for a minute or so until Cammie replies, "True… that would probably be a better idea than waiting for tomorrow."
"So let's get started!" Liz exclaims. "Cammie, Zach, what main equipment might we need to get into the building?"
"It looks fairly easy to get into," Zach replies, "But it all depends on the security, which they probably have a lot of…" All the spies stand up and head to Grant's bedroom, where Bex's luggage was being held while the guest room was occupied by Mr. Montejo.
"And if we don't hide here,
they're gonna find us.
And if we don't hide now,
they're gonna catch us when we sleep."
- Spies by Coldplay
Zach leads the way up the stairs of the hotel to room number 15, and he unlocks the door for his team to walk in. They were all dressed in plain clothes, though the second the hotel room door closes, they all begin to strip down to a layer of black clothing.
Though it was cliché to be completely dressed in black, it actually worked to help them stay hidden in the dark. Bex, Liz, and Cammie were all dressed in skintight latex catsuits, the fabric hugging their bodies like a wetsuit. The girls also had on tall black heeled boots because, according to Bex, a kick from a heel hurt worse than a tennis shoe.
And, frankly, Zach couldn't take his eyes off Cammie and how her catsuit clung to her butt and thighs and, especially, her chest. Suddenly Zach was glad he wasn't wearing a catsuit either, or else his hard-on would be on prominent display for the world, and Cammie, to see.
"Why's it so fucking cold in here?" Grant complains, climbing up onto the old table to pound the metal air conditioner with his fist. "I'm freakin' freezing my balls off."
"Thanks for sharing," Bex replies, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes.
Jonas, Grant, and Zach were dressed in sleek black dress pants with black tennis shoes. They also had on tight black tees with slight V-necks and black synchronized watches. Each spy had their own small case for their equipment, which they would either attach to themselves or begin to carry once they began the raid.
"I am so tired," Liz moaned, collapsing face-down on the stained mattress. Cammie can't help but let out a yawn in agreement, though she doesn't want to touch the seedy furniture.
"What time are the Miami policemen meeting us in the lobby?" Bex asks, sitting next to her friend on the bed.
Jonas looks at his watch and answers, "Ten. So we have at least two to three hours for a quick nap if you want one before we have to get going."
"YES!" Grant shouts in agreement, jumping onto the bed and making Liz nearly jump a foot into the air with a high-pitched shriek. Bex takes the pillow laying on the bed and smacks Grant with it. Grant yanks the pillow away from her and covers his head with it, then falls asleep in record time.
Underneath the bed was a cot, which Jonas pulled out and offered to Liz. She blushes and curls up into a fetal position on the cot, since Liz can only fall asleep if she's curled up in a ball. Jonas then sits at the foot of the cot, sets an alarm for 9:30 on his watch, and watches her fitfully fall asleep.
Meanwhile, Zach motions to the lumpy green couch. "Are you tired?" he asks Cammie, who was just standing awkwardly in the room like she had earlier in the day when they came to check out the hotel room.
"Not rea-," Cammie begins to say, but is cut off by a massive yawn, which she tries to hide with both hands. Zach just smirks at her, causing her face to get red. "What? That couch is nasty, okay?"
Zach responds by laying down across the couch with his head propped up on the armrest. He reaches one arm out and whispers, "Come here." He had to talk a little quieter than usual because all the rest of his friends were already asleep.
Cammie takes a few small steps closer to Zach and he takes her hand in his, pulling her closer. Cammie's eyes cloud with confusion, so Zach pats his chest. Finally, understanding floods her face and Cammie straddles his hips, climbing onto the couch.
"Are you sure?" Cammie whisper-replies. Zach nods confidently and Cammie lowers her head to Zach's chest. For some reason, Cammie could be perfectly calm with her friends, and then Zach could show up and make her heart start beating so fast she could swear she was going to have a heart palpitation.
She hated it.
No, she loved it.
…It was a love-hate relationship.
"Thanks," Cammie whispers, tilting her head up to look at Zach in the half-dark. Light from the streetlights outside was shining through the thin fabric of the window shades, causing his green eyes to glint like a cat.
"Anytime," he murmurs back. Zach's hands glide down her back, leaving a trail of fire prickling down her skin, before his hands come to rest on her lower back.
Finally, Cammie couldn't take it anymore. She reaches up and clasps his head between her hands, the slight stubble on his jaws scratching her palms. She pulls Zach's lips close to her own and kisses him hard.
When she pulls away, Zach was smirking at her, revealing white teeth that were even bright in the dark. "Shut up," Cammie hisses in the quiet.
But Zach ignores her advice and asks cockily, "Couldn't resist, Gallagher girl?"
"You know, Zach, I may just have to sleep somewhere else. I don't think there's enough room on this couch for me and your ego," Cammie replies. Zach chuckles, making her body shake on top of his. Cammie places her head on Zach's chest and slowly falls asleep to the steady sound of his beating heart.