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Chapter 3
(Cammie's POV)
I came into the room, saw that my roommates were asleep, so I decided it could wait until morning. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, and slept all the way until Bex woke me up at 4 o'clock. 4 o'clock!
"Cam, wake up." Bex said softly.
"Go away, I'm sleeping," I grumbled back.
"Cam. Wake up. Right now." She spoke, raising her voice a little.
"GO AWAY BEX." I turned over and tried to tune her out.
"Cameron Morgan! You wake up right this moment!" She yelled as she pulled me out of bed. I landed on the floor and yelped at the coldness.
"Alright, Alright I'm up. What's the emergency?" I mumbled.
"I want to get a little training in before tomorrow. This is the only time the gym is free." She replied.
"Ugh! I think it's more important to get some sleep…" I tried to climb back into bed.
"Nice try," she said with a small laugh. I decided she wasn't going to let me get any more sleep, so I got up and got changed for the gym.
As we walked over there I noticed something was wrong with Bex, she wasn't speaking and she looked… nervous?
"Bex? You alright?" I asked.
"Yeah! Course. I'm fine." She responded, but her voice shook.
"Are you nervous about the mission?"
"Of course not Cammie!"
"Bex, it's okay to be scared."
"I'm not scared! It's just my first mission, and I don't want to mess up." She finally gave me an honest answer.
"Me too… except, I'm really scared. What if something happens to you, or Zach? I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I was the cause of you guys getting hurt." I said quietly.
"Oh Cam! Don't worry about us. We can take care of ourselves. We've all been training for this for a really long time, and I'm sure whatever mission they are sending us on isn't even that important." She said with more confidence.
"You really believe that?" I said, trying to get her to convince herself.
"Yes! We will all be absolutely fine." Now she sounded more like her old self.
"Alright." I said with a small smile.
"Let's go do some training before breakfast. Race you to the gym!" She yelled as she took off towards the big building.
I chased after her and managed to touch the building right before her.
I laughed, "Hahahaha! Beat ya."
"Rematch." She said with her signature death glare.
"Let's work on some combat routines." I said, avoiding the subject.
"This isn't over Cammie." She still looked PO'ed but I figured she'd get over it once we started working out.
We worked out hard, and didn't stop until breakfast time. By the time we got to breakfast I was sore but feeling more confident that I could hold my own in a fight.
"Where were you guys?" asked Liz as soon as we sat down, "We were really worried." She looked at Macey.
"Liz was worried. I figured you guys were doing something related to mission." She said with an eye roll.
"We're sorry Liz, we just went to the gym for a little bit." I said, trying to appease her.
"You should have left a note." She replied with a pout.
"We will next time." Bex promised.
"What if there isn't a next time?" Liz persisted, now making her real concern evident: She was worried something would happen to us while we were on our mission.
"We're going to be fine; nothing is going to happen to us." Bex said soothingly, trying to calm Liz down, who was now becoming panicky.
"How do you know that? Anything could happen to you guys when you're out there! There are so many possibilities of awful things that could happen. I did the math, you guys have a 0.44% chance of survival. 0.44%?! That means you have a .56% chance of dying! DYING." She started to speak faster as her panic became more noticeable.
"Hey, at least if they die you still got me." Macey said sarcastically.
I could tell something was up with Macey too, but I knew I had to calm down Liz first. Hearing that my odds of survival were less than 50% was not making me feel any better about the mission; and Liz was just getting started.
"What if the bad guys take you and torture you? What if Bex and Zach can't get to you in time!? What if you end up like your da-" Liz stopped with her rant suddenly, and I felt my face turn red and my eyes burn. My dad has been on my mind constantly since Mr. Solomon asked me to do the mission, but I was trying to think of the good things… not the fact that he never came home. I stood up from the table and walked out of the dining hall. As soon as I was out of breakfast I ran to another secret passage, and for the second time that week I cried. I thought about all my fears, and I couldn't seem to stop.
What if I do end up like my dad? What if I die and leave my mom alone… she already lost her husband; I don't think she could handle losing me too.
What if something happens to Bex? She's one of my best friends, and one of the only people that I trust with my life… but what if she gets hurt because of me? Because I wasn't a good enough spy, or couldn't get to her in time.
What if I failed the mission? What if I just can't complete it and I have to come back to school knowing I'm a failure? I would be the laughing stalk of the CIA and they would never ever take me seriously again.
What if something happens to Zach? As much as I try and deny it I have strong feelings for him. I trust him completely even though I know I shouldn't… what if he gets hurt? I wouldn't be able to handle it if I lost him or Bex.
What if I'm just not good enough for this? What if I will never be a spy as good as my mom, my aunt, or my father?
What if the reason my dad never came home is because he wasn't good enough? What if that happens to me too, I'm just not good enough so I don't make it back.
My mind kept going, telling me all the things I didn't want to hear, and the things that I didn't want to think about. I kept thinking about my dad… wondering what happened to him, and if I would ever see him again. My mom said he would be proud of me, but I'm not sure that's true. The only thing I've done so far is have relationship with a guy that I shouldn't have. I decided that since I wasn't sure right now if my dad was proud of me, I would make my dad proud of me. I decided I would forget about all my worries and just do the best job on this mission that I could. I'm young, and everyone makes mistakes. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 11: 47 and 45 seconds; which means I only have 12 minutes and 15 seconds to get to Mr. Solomon's class room. I sprinted down to Sublevel One and made it to his classroom with a minute and 13 seconds to spare. Bex and Zach were already waiting for me, and by the way Zach was looking at me I could tell Bex had told him what happened. I shot Bex a death glare, but she didn't even flinch. She shrugged; like 'what was I supposed to do' and looked at Mr. Solomon.
"So if you are here I am assuming Cameron has asked you to join her on the mission." He raised an eyebrow, and Bex and Zach nodded.
"Well, before I go into more detail about the mission I need to make one thing clear." He paused, "If you chose to accept this mission you need to understand, this mission will be dangerous. There is no guarantee that you will all survive, there is also a chance that none of you will survive. This mission will not be easy and it will test you in every way; you will have to use all of the skills you have learned to even have a chance of completing it, and even then you may fail. The CIA is asking teenagers to complete this job; but truly the mission is better suited for older agents. I do not mean to scare you; I just need to tell you how it is. Do not accept the mission if you are unsure in any way, because once you accept there is no going back." He made eye contact with all of us and I felt my resolve waiver. I felt the need to say something:
"Can I just say something really fast?" I looked at Mr. Solomon, he nodded. "I would like you guys to be there with me. In fact, there is no one else I would chose to take; but I want you both to understand that what Mr. Solomon said is true. There is a chance that we will not make it, and I don't want either of you to feel like I forced you. I want you to understand that you are my best friends, and I don't want anything to happen to you. Please, don't feel like you have to accept, because you don't. If you don't want to go, I will not look at you any different. Please… jus- just think about it for a moment before you accept." I finished, my voice cracking at the end. I looked at my feet, tears threatening to come again.
It was quiet for a long time. Finally Zach spoke:
"Cam. We are here because we want to be," He looked at Bex, who nodded her agreement and allowed Zach to speak for her, "do not feel like you forced us to go. We make our own decisions and we know what we can and can't do. What we can do is go with you and protect you, what we can't do is stay here and wonder if your okay, if you have good backup, or if your even coming home. We will go with you, because we want to, not for any other reason." He finished, his voice never wavering or showing any signs of doubt.
Bex nodded but was silent.
"Rebecca, do you feel the same way?" Mr. Solomon asked, needing to hear her say it.
"Yes sir. I will go with her. I accept the mission, despite its dangers." She said, speaking with utmost confidence.
"Great. I will now brief you on the mission." He stopped, and clicked a button under his desk. There was a bunch of sound; but no noticeable difference to the room. I looked at Zach and Bex, confused, and their expressions mirrored my own.
"I sound proofed the room," he answered our unspoken question.
We looked at each other and nodded, agreeing that that made sense.
"Here we go." He put on a PowerPoint. An image of a man showed up. "This is Edward Francisco. He is a leader of a terrorist group whose calls themselves The Black Hand. They are trying to get their hands on some nuclear weapons to use against the U.S. and England. It is your job to go undercover and gather intel on how he plans to attack us."
A picture of a building flashes onto the screen, "This is Greenwood Prep School. It is a high class school, where many important people send their children. It is similar to what people believe our school is. You three will go undercover as students, your mission is to befriend the children of 4 leaders of The Black Hand. Their names; Haley Francisco, Jacob Harvey, Megan Williams, and Garret Miller. Bex, it is your job to become friends with Megan Williams. Zach, it is your job to befriend Jacob Harvey, and Cameron, it is your mission to befriend Haley Francisco, and…" He trailed off and it looked like he was little embarrassed. He coughed, "The CIA would like you to "date" Garret Miller. I blushed, and I felt Zach grip the table tightly.
"Couldn't I just befriend him too?" Zach asked, trying to control some emotion.
"That is not what the CIA has asked!" Solomon snapped. "I'm sorry if that is uncomfortable for you Ms. Morgan, but the CIA believes that it will be the fastest way to befriend the rest of them. Garret is 'popular' at the school, as is Haley, so by dating the popular kid…" He trailed off, but I understood what he was saying.
"I have lists of their personalities, and various facts about them that will make it easier for you to become their friends. I also have a list of the covers you shall have. None of you will know each other. So you will have to develop some sort of code to pass information around. Liz, will be available to you guys at all times. If you send her information, in code, she will distribute it to the other teammates." He handed us each a few pieces of papers. I looked over the cover, and tried to imagine myself as this girl. I could not, but I realized I would have to become her if I wanted to complete the mission. I also looked at the profiles of my two targets, Haley reminded me of Macey, before she came here. I doubted that me and Haley would have gotten along under normal circumstances, but since I had to basically become her… when I flipped to Garret I saw that he was pretty hot. Like, supermodel hot. He would never go for someone like me.
"Mr. Solomon…" I coughed, "I don't think that a guy like Garret will ever go for someone like me."
He looked up at me, and frowned. "You seem to underestimate yourself. He will go for you, don't worry. Also, the person you must become would never think like that. You believe you are God's gift to mankind, and that any guy would be lucky to have you. So start thinking like that now."
"Alright." I breathed out, and tried to think like my cover. Madison Moore. I play field hockey, and cheerlead, my birthday is February 7th, I am 17, my favorite color is pink, and I believe I am God's gift to mankind.
"Who are you Bex?" I asked.
"Whose Bex? My name is Amber, Amber Lee." She replied, holding out her hand for me to shake.
"Nice to meet you, I am Madison Moore." I reply with a laugh and shake her hand. "And what's your name?" I turn to Zach. He doesn't look at me.
"Mason White."
"Nice to meet you," I laugh, but he doesn't laugh me with.
"Zach, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"I'm not taking you with me if you're going to be like this!" I said exasperated.
"You make it sound like this is going to be fun!" He shot back.
"You agreed to go! I don't know what you expected!" I replied angrily.
"I didn't expect the mission to be so easy!"
"I'm sorry, next time I'll make sure that we get a mission that will surely get us killed." I sarcastically replied.
"This isn't even a mission! You get to go date some popular kid at a British Prep School, and I have to make friends with some soccer player. This is something that would happen every day if we didn't go to this school!" He yelled.
"I'm sorry you're jealous, but it not my fault that they asked me to date him. I'm just following orders." I screamed back.
"Jealous?! I'm not jealous! I just think this is the stupidest mission ever! Get Grant to do it or something." He turned to walk out but when he tried the handle the door was locked.
"Let me out." He said in a cool voice.
"You agreed to go. You have to go," was Mr. Solomon's only comment.
"Alright! Now that you know your covers… learn them. You need to be able to act like yourself, even though you are not you. Think of any question any one could ever ask you, and make sure you have the answer. You leave tomorrow afternoon, but tomorrow morning you will go get makeovers and you will be given the equipment that you will take. Meet in the dining hall at 3 o'clock tomorrow morning. You are dismissed." He pressed the button again and there were more sounds, Zach tried the door again and this time it opened, he walked as quickly out of the room as he could and I hurried to follow him.
"Zach, do you want to talk about this?" I asked him, but he didn't reply.
"Zach! You're acting like a child."
"Not now, Gallagher Girl." He said but the name didn't sound like it normally did, now he said it mockingly, like it was an insult.
"Fine." I stopped walking so that Bex could catch up. She didn't ask about it and for that I'm glad. Mr. Solomon called out of the room:
"You are all excused from classes for the rest of the day. Go sleep. You'll need it."
I was happy about this because I couldn't really handle people right now. Bex and I walked up to the room in silence, we changed and laid in bed, we were both asleep within moments.
The end of another chapter! I hope you guys liked this one too. It's longer, and the action is just geting started.
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