Christin Solomon
Chapter 2-Daddy's Girl
Cammie's POV
To my surprise, Zach and Grant were in Cove Ops. I'd expected them to be gone since Christin was supposedly their Cove Ops teacher. Mr. Solomon was talking about hidden weapons and how to identify where they were being held on a person. He had turned around to write something on the board when the door opened and in slipped Christin.
"Christin" Grant and Zach greeted happily as they gave her one armed hugs around the waist since they were sitting down. She ruffled their hair and smiled in return.
"Hey Daddy" She said, walking over to his desk chair, sitting down, tipping back, and putting her feet on the desk. Half of us gaped at her.
"Hello Christin, how was your last mission?" He inquired. She rolled her eyes and smiled well naturedly.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" She muttered.
"Christin, why don't you stand up. You're a perfect example of what I'm teaching today." Christin eyes her father as she stood up and moved to where the entire classroom could see her.
"Christin has four guns, five tasers, and six knives on her person, Ms. Baxter, where is one gun?" Mr. Solomon had created a pop quiz out of his daughter. Nice.
"In her hoody pocket," Bex said with absolute conviction. Mr. Solomon nodded in agreement and moved on. He didn't call on either Grant or Zach and it wasn't long till it was only three more tasers that we couldn't find were left.
"Really? None of you see them?" Christin asked. Mr. Solomon sighed and turned to patient looking Zach and Grant.
"Where are the last three tasers?" He asked, Christin winked at them and they grinned. Replying in perfect unison, they said, "The three hair bands on her wrist." Some of us groaned at the obvious tasers, literally hidden in plain sight.
"Can we leave now?" Grant whined, Christin smiled and shook her head.
"Nope," She popped the P, "I want to see how you guys act in class when I'm not here." She explained before sitting back down in the chair and tipping back.
"But-" Grant started to argue but was silenced by the look Christin gave him. Zach smirked laughingly, if that's possible.
"May I continue my lesson?" Mr. Solomon asked sarcastically. Christin put on the most angelic face possible and gave a little smile.
"Of course daddy, I don't know why you stopped." My eyes widened as Mr. Solomon actually seemed to soften at the daddy thing. I felt a stabbing pain; it was a lot like the look my father gave me before he never came back.
"Daddy's Girl" Grant coughed and Christin rolled her eyes.
"There is no shame in that." She growled before starting to play with a medal ball Mr. Solomon kept on his desk. When she seemed to be blocking them out, Zach punched Grant in the shoulder.
"Watch what you say." He warned before acting like he was listening to our teacher. I looked at Zach and he seemed to feel my gaze because he turned to look at me. I gave him a questioning look but he dismissed it with a shake of his head. I had that automatic sense that Christin had something bad happen to her, that there was a reason she was a spy at the age of nineteen. The bell rang, signaling the end of class. We all left. When I reached my room, Bex's eyes were glittering proudly. Uh oh. She gestured for me to sit beside her.
"I planted a bug in Mr. Solomon's room." She said excitedly before turned on the device that would let us hear their conversation.
"So how has the spy life been?" Mr. Solomon asked casually.
"Fine, sometimes it feels like it's one of the few things keeping me alive." Christin answered.
"Have you met any of your . . . mother's enemies?" What did he mean by her mom's enemies?
"Yes, trust me I have."
"Sometimes I wish you would have been normal and went to Gallagher or some spy school instead of launching yourself into the world we so unintentionally set for you." Mr. Solomon sounded regretful.
"Well, I survived this long." There was an edge to Christin's voice.
"Yes, you have, and I'm proud of you. But sometimes I wonder if your mother would have approved of my decision." Why wouldn't his wife approve?
"We'll never know." A sad tone entered Christin's voice uncharacteristically.
"But we still have each other and that's a blessing all of its own," She added.
"It is" Mr. Solomon agreed.
"I missed you daddy." Christin sounded like a total daddy's girl. I didn't doubt Grant's comment on her behavior anymore. There were footsteps as if one of them had moved.
"I missed you too sweetie." We turned if off and looked at each other.
"What do you think happened to her mom?" Bex whispered, her brow furrowing in confusion.
"I don't know, but something tells me, she didn't come back from a mission." I barely finished my sentence when the door swung open revealing . . .
A/N: Who should be at the door? What really did happen to Christin's mom and Mr. Solomon's wife? Please review! Like I said, it's my first fan fic and I would really appreciate the opinions. Peace out.