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Cammie and I landed gently on the grass and then we darted through the space between the buildings. We crouched low and I was about to suggest a plan of action or at least discuss our options when Cam stood up and ran to the metal door. She banged on the door with her fist and it was all I could do not to grab her and pull her to the ground.
"What are you doing?" I hissed.
"Hey, can one of you guys come give me a hand with this?" she asked, attempting to use a manly voice.
If I wasn't convinced before, now it was quite obvious that she was insane. Mental. Not in her right senses. What was she doing? Had the Gallagher Academy taught future spies to simply walk up to bad guys and expect to be treated nicely?
Oh yes, scary looking dude with a gun. You see, your boss just walked away with a list of all the Gallagher Academy alumni on it. In the wrong hands that could be deadly. So, I was wondering if you could tell me where your boss is, that way I could ask for it back.
WHAT WAS SHE THINKING?
You know, for a second, I thought I was beginning to understand her. But then, she did… this.
All of a sudden, the metal door slammed open and Cam grabbed one of the guards, knocked him out with a swift punch, and slapped a Nicotine patch on his forehead.
Somehow, that actually worked.
"Nice one. Did you learn that in P&E?" I asked.
"No. Buffy the Vampire Slayer," she answered with a grin.
We both looked at the man below us. I immediately recognized him as the man that was leaning against a 1957 Cadillac that stood parked along the Roseville town square. Who knows how many operatives he had.
Cammie and I dragged the man's body to some tall weeds about 20 feet from the door. Then, we quickly checked his pockets.
"Comms," she said, as she pulled out an earpiece and microphone and handed them to me.
I wiggled the earpiece in and instantly a flood of voices pounded through my ears. Cammie peered through the dusty windows of the building.
"Guys, I've got a visual on the subject. Maintain your position until we give you the all clear," she whispered in her comms unit.
I leaned in close to her.
"They've got at least 15 guys."
She quickly turned to me, her nutmeg hair whipping around as she concentrated on my face for clues.
"What do you hear?" she asked.
I held up a finger to shush her and tried to make sense of all the voices in my head. Suddenly, I realized what was about to happen.
"What is it, Zach?" Cammie asked, a slight quiver in her voice as she took in my expression.
I desperately tried to listen to details and a way we could crush Dr. Steve's scheme.
"What's going-"
"Cammie, listen to me," I interrupted, my eyes meeting hers for the first time.
"I don't know where he's going, or what Dr. Steve's planning to do with that list, but…"
I gazed out at the sky, searching for the sight I knew was coming.
"I think I know how he's getting there."
Gently, I placed my hands on her shoulders and turned her to face west. The small red blinking light of the plane was coming fast.
"Guys, we've got a change of plans," she murmured into the comms.