Sorry for not updating in a while, but here's a sort of longer to make up for it :') With no further ado, I present to you chapter 4.
Cammie POV
After I read through my cover again, I screwed it up into a small ball, chucked it out of my window and watched it as it self destructed with a small 'boom'. I sighed and made my way down to the Great Hall, where all the COC agents who were residents at the base ate. That was a small minority of the Circle, so we all knew each other pretty well.
There were a small group of people who were fresh out of spy school and had been recruited into the COC; they stayed here for a year or so because they didn't have their own places yet.
Then there were the kids who trained and grew up here. This was a very small group: me, Jace, a seven year old boy named Kyle, an eleven year old girl called Alison, and an eighteen year old boy called James.
And finally you had all the people with positions so high up that they weren't allowed to leave because they were needed so often. These were people like the Director, his deputy, the chairman of the board, the heads of departments, and a few top agents who were constantly being sent on high priority missions.
I sat down at our usual table across from Jace, put some salad onto my plate and began eating. At this Jace raised an eyebrow.
"Anorexic, much?" He questioned.
"Judgmental, much?" I retorted in the same tone. "And no. Really I'm surprised you forgot; I'm seeing Joe after this… Movie Marathon, remember? You were there this morning, right?" I teased.
Realization dawned on his face and I could tell he felt like an idiot for forgetting—it's just not something assassins do. I smirked at him and asked,
"So, plans for tomorrow?" See, you may not have realized yet, but here's it spelt out for you, if you haven't. Jace and I do literally everything together, always have, and always will.
"Hmm… I was thinking shooting practice at 9am and we can go over poisons we could use. Then we need to go to the Weaponry to get our comms, guns, knives and explosives. Then grab some lunch. After that we should go to Disguise—we need to dye our hair and change our eyes—and finally: we need to go over our game plan. Then we've just gotta pack and we're all set." He finished.
"Huh. I'm impressed, Adams; you've really thought this all through." I complimented him.
"Well, Morgan, it is our first major mission." He replied grinning at me. I grinned right back and then got up from the table.
"Hey, I gotta go now if I wanna make it to Joe's on time, so I'll see you tomorrow?" I said, cocking my head to the side. He nodded at me and then I took off.
I made my way to Joe's room carrying a slightly opened and nibbled from tub of cookie dough ice cream under my arm, one spoon in my hand and the other in my mouth. So what? I got hungry. And I'm a growing teenage assassin—I need my food. I knocked on Joe's door the special knock we made up back when I was 4: One slow knock, three fast knocks, one slow knock, a pause and then two fast knocks. Yeah, we even have a handshake too, we know we're cool; you don't have to tell us. Joe opened up the door after 3.56 seconds and pulled me into a hug. I hugged him back and then pulled away and made my way into his room. He rolled his eyes when he saw the ice cream tub open, and a spoon in my mouth. I glared at him, daring him to say something, but he knows not to mess with a Morgan and so he just raised his hands in surrender. I smirked at him and jump onto the main sofa.
"I call not putting in the disc!" I shouted, before he could say anything. He groaned.
"Again, Cam?" He said in disbelief. I just shrugged at him and said,
"You snooze, you lose, Joey. It isn't my fault you just aren't fast enough." He sighs and mutters under his breath,
"Every time… Every time…" And grudgingly made his way to bend down to put in the disc. I giggled, which caused him to turn around and glare at me, which only made me giggle even more. He got up and made to sit down next to me on the sofa, but I waggled one finger in front of him and said,
"Nu uh uh. Windows." He groaned and muttered some more and made his way over to shut the curtains and turned around.
"Lights." I instructed him. He sighed and walked towards the switch. When he flicked it, he turned to face me and asked,
"Happy now?" I grinned at his obvious annoyance.
"Ecstatic." I replied with a grin on my face.
"Wonderful. My life is complete." He said sarcastically.
I winked at him as he collapsed onto the sofa next to me and slung an arm around my shoulder. I snuggled into him and we began to watch the film.
I yawned and made to stretch myself out, only to find that someone's arms were around me. I glanced sideways to find who it was and looked at the face of none other than Joe Solomon. Aw, crap I must've fallen asleep here last night. I tried to untangle myself from his arms, but found that I couldn't get out of Joe's strong grasp.
"Joey." I whispered, "Joe. Joe. Joe Solomon. Joseph Solomon you get your ass of this couch right now!" Ah… There we go; that did it. He loosened his grip on me and I slipped out of his arms as he stretched and began to rub his eyes. I stretched out myself and tried to shake off all the stiffness my body was feeling from lying on my side on a couch all night. I never liked being not fully alert.
"What time is it?" Joe asked groggily. Wait. What time was it?
"That is a very good question." I commented.
I made my way over to the alarm clock and saw that it read '8:57'.
"Shit!" I shouted.
I quickly gathered myself and hurdled over the couch, sprinting towards the door while shouting,
"Sorry, Joe, gotta run, and when I say 'run' I mean run. I'll see you tomorrow!" I opened the door and spun out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
"Hey, you never told me what the time was." I heard Joe complain in a mumble. I wouldn't have heard it if I was a civilian, but thanks to my super assassin hearing, I could. I grinned at the comment and began sprinting as fast as lightning towards my room. My internal clock—yeah, it's not just spies who have those—told me it was 8:57:21, hmm… It only 21 seconds to get here from Joe's—record time. However, I didn't have the time to congratulate myself on this as I was already quickly stripping and pulling on a tight white tank and navy short shorts for target practice. I pulled a hairbrush through my dirty blond hair and tied it up in a high ponytail—no time for any fancy hairdos—and swiveled some mouthwash round my mouth. I splashed some water onto my face to wake me up and popped a super strong mint into my mouth. I quickly pulled on my Nike's over fresh socks and sprayed some deodorant under my arms. I grabbed my gun, my light grey hoodie and a Special K energy bar as I flew out of the door, my doorway squirting me with scented body mist as I walked out (Hey, being an assassin with cool gadgets has it's advantages, you know). I began to sprint to the shooting practice area while munching on my energy bar and made it there with 2.41 seconds to spare. I let out a long breath as I dumped my hoodie and energy bar onto the side and took out my gun.
"I'm here… I made it… On time…" I panted, wiping stray bits of hair out of my eyes. I looked up at Jace, who was (surprise, surprise) smirking at the sight of me. Yeah, I'm sure this was a very attractive look for me. He began chuckling under his breath; so I took out my gun and shot him dead. Joke! Like I'd actually shoot my best friend! Well… let me correct that statement: Like I'd actually shoot my best friend dead! No, what really happened was I glared at him, which actually just made him laugh some more. It was a lost cause, so I gave up.
"Yeah… Well, I might've overslept just a tad at Joe's…" I told him. He began right out laughing, so I slapped him playfully on the arm.
"Aren't we supposed to be doing shooting practice? We better be, 'cause I seriously did not just get myself here within 3 minutes of waking up for nothing." I commented. He grinned at me.
"Sure thing, Cam; ladies first." He said, pressing the button that activated the moving targets and motioning for me to start.
The shooting area where the targets would be was around 80 meters away from where I was standing, but I just took my gun off safety and waited patiently for the first target to appear. It came in the form of a tiger (all target's are robots made by our tech nerds; don't worry about us killing off all the precious little animals), which I instantly shot down. The downside of being 80 meters away from a target is that you have to judge where the target will be by the time your bullet reaches them. The upside is… Well there isn't really an upside to it. The bullet hit the tiger in the chest ad it instantly collapsed.
I went through all the targets like this, shooting them all down exactly where their hearts would be, the targets getting smaller as I progressed through. It would go from large animals such as tigers and humans to smaller animals like beavers and eagles. When I shot down the last target, (a pigeon, by the way) I turned around and did a bow for Jace, who was applauding me.
"Ten out of ten, Cam: I'm thinking we need to up our game." He said, with respect in his voice.
"I think so too, Jace." I agreed. "But first: your turn." I said with an evil smile.
Jace shrugged and said,
"Bring. It. On." I laughed, and pressed the button to activate the targets, sat back in my chair and watched as Jace began.
Hey guys :') So, this chapter made 2,00 words! Really pleased with that... Pretty long, right? Well long by my standards... I just wanted to say, thanks so much to everyone who has reviewed and added me to their favourites/alerts. The support really means a lot, 'cause this is my first FanFic :/ Please review this chapter! That's all for now. Bye :')