I just realized that when I write these notes I say ok a lot. Sorry it took me awhile to update. School, swim team and all that every day junk you wish you could just leave and go off into your own little world for a while.
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Chapter 6 Zach pov.
When I woke up I half expected to feel Cammie's warm body pressed to my back. Her arm draped over me waist and her head dug into my back. I smiled at the thought of that.
Groaning I sat up, rubbing my neck. These pillows were as comfortable at a rock. So was the bed. A workout outfit was waiting for me when I got up. It was weird that things just appeared here.
As soon as I pulled on the clothes, huge men came, blindfolded me and tied me. As they led me away I tried to memorize the route we were taking. Straight, up, take a sharp left, up again… and then I got kicked in the shin, breaking my train of thought.
The grips tighten on my arm. "Memorizing everything won't get you out of here." A gruff voice said. If I could see they would see me rolling my eyes.
After a long period of walking the blindfold was removed and so were the hand ties. I was in a greenhouse sort of thing. I couldn't identify it much. Just that it was made to replicate the Rocky's. But this base was in the middle of the Himalaya's. No the Rocky. "God these people have problems." I mutter.
Suddenly a voice rang through the 'open' space. "Zachary Goode. So good to see you again. Even if you are here against you will. I bet right now you'd like to be curled up at home with your wife." The voice said.
I bristled when they mentioned Cammie. "You leave her alone." I yelled looking for the source of the voice.
"Of course, of course. But now you are our main concern." The voice said snidely. I rolled my eyes. "Now you will be submitted to several tests so we can determine what kind of… oh sorry Director. You'll just be submitted to several tests today. And you will be changing living quarters."
"Being the tests already." I said annoyed. The first test was to find my way through the woods. The thing about these woods is that it would change every few minutes. So when I would backtrack I would be totally lost again.
Annoyed and tired I sat on a rock. It wasn't a real rock. I knocked on it. Plastic. I kicked it and it flew off exposing a woman who jumped up and swung a punch that clipped my jaw. Great, another part of the test.
I fought her. It made it hard since she was a woman and it's illegal but she had murder in her eyes. Lovely. Soon she was unconscious on the ground. I walked away breathing hard. Was there any water in this freaking wood?
After a few hours I found a door that stood out among the foliage. I yanked it open and stormed into the air conditioned room. "I want water and I want it now." I yelled. Usually I wasn't like this, but if you had spent the past five hours in wood with no food or water you'd be upset too.
From above fell three water bottles. I chugged them all down. "Move right through this door to your next test." The voice said.
A door appeared. This place was creepy. Everything just appearing out of nowhere. I walked through the door having no other choice. This place was made with no escape routes but a spy always has possibilities.
The next test was a physical. I was made to do push-ups, sit ups, and all this other workout stuff. I swam over 5 miles, ran 7. I collapsed onto the floor afterwards. I had not really been doing my daily workouts because I had been locked in a room for over four weeks.
"Get up." Said a voice. I open my eyes. But a little too late. I was pulled roughly to my feet before I could process anything. And blindfolded again. "This really isn't necessary." I said struggling.
There was no answer. Instead I was led away and put in another chair. Hard. "Thanks for being gentle." I said. "Shut up." I was punched in the stomach, my breath leaving me.
The door open than closed and I was alone. Yes, it did feel good to sit down, but I'd be much more comfortable sitting down with a beer and have Cammie in my lap or sitting down for dinner with my friends and wife.
Suddenly the blindfold was ripped from my eyes. I blinked in the bright light of the room. My surroundings had changed.
From rough wood and rock to white washed walls half filled with computers. Different though from yesterday which was more stainless steel.
"So Zachary." I whipped my head around. My mom stood there in a white lab coat. "Still not believe me about Cameron being pregnant?" she said. "No because I would have noticed and Cammie would have told me." I snarled at her.
My mom smirked shaking her head. "Will these convince you?" she asked picking up a remote and clicking a button.
Pictures of Cammie flashed on the screen. Cammie climbing out of the car, walking up to our apartment, at the store. "What are you doing? Stalking her?" I yelled.
"Zachary. That's what you do in this business. You little Cammie here is perfectly safe. For now. Your friends are taking very good care of her. They are worried for her. With you gone, never to return and a baby on the way, it's a lot of stress for this one woman, especially aster her childhood with no father." My mom said smirking, an evil glint in her eyes.
I strained against my restrains, feeling my heart lurch as I say the pictures of Cammie. "That won't work Zachary." My mom said, her mouth drawing into a line.
I glared at her. If only looks could kill. Well I would have been dead a long time ago from the looks Cammie gave me.
"Zach," My mother came close to me. "Can you tell me what I want to know?" she asked. "I don't know what you want to know." I said. "Yes you do! Matthew may not have known it either but that didn't mean he didn't know anything! Morgan can't help us either. She'll just bitch about it." My mother raged, slapping me.
"It's not Morgan, its Goode." I said. A sudden rush of adrenaline made me stand up. I brought my tied hands up and hit my mother in the nose. A few minutes later she was on the ground, my foot on her chest.
"Like I said it's not Morgan anymore. You dare touch my wife and possibly child if what you say is true and you'll be dead." I growled.
"HELP! ANYONE!" my mother shouted. "Wimp." I said. She couldn't get through at little talk with her son without calling for help at some point.
I felt myself being pulled away roughly by the arms and dragged down the hall. "Put him in room 2B." a woman said. She had red hair drawn up into a tight bun and her face was etched as a permanent scowl. She looked at me with a look of disgust.
I was beaten some before being tossed into a different room. My head hurt badly and blood trickled down my face from my nose. I landed on the soft carpeting and passed out.
"You think he's ok?" I heard a voice above me as I came to. "He's fine, see he's waking up. Move over Ride." "NO! He's my patient." "Just because you're a CIA doctor does not make him your patient."
"What the hell?" I said. "See Ride, he's perfectly fine, just a bit of ice here and there will help." "Shut up Valdez." I sat up groggily. My eyes focused. There were two people in front of me. A man and a woman.
The woman had wavy platinum blonde hair that curled at the ends and grey eyes. I didn't recognize her. The man had curly black hair and really dark brown eyes. I defiantly knew him.
"Nick?" I said rubbing my eyes. "Nick Valdez?" Nick Valdez had gone to Blackthorne with Jonas Grant and I. He had been top agent in the CIA before he went MIA about a year ago. HE had been proclaimed dead with no body found.
"Zach?" Nick said, sounding as confused as I felt. "Yea." I said. "Really Zach?" I nodded.
Good to see ya' man. What the hell are you doin' here?" Nick asked clapping me on the back.
I winced. "I don't know." I said. "VALDEZ! You're going to hurt him even more if you keep doing that!" the woman said pushing Nick back a bit.
"Zach this is Ride." Nick said not sounding to thrilled with her. "Allison Ride." The woman said and held out her hand.
"Zachary Goode." I said shaking her hand. She nodded grimly and left. "Cold much?" I said under my breath to Nick. "Like you wouldn't believe. It's like she's PMSing all the time." Nick said flopping in a chair.
"Know what that's like." I said rubbing my sore chin. "Here." Allison came back in and handed me a pack of ice and a rag. "Clean yourself up." She walked briskly away.
"So why are you here?" Nick asked. "Um… I was on a mission to find the COC and their plan for their Gemini Project, supposed to bring back info on it. Got caught and here I am." I said, wincing as I wiped the blood from my nose.
Normally Cammie would be the one to clean up my injuries. Her cool hands wiping up the blood and cleaning the cuts, soothingly. It always calmed me when she did that.
"What about you?" I ask. "Basically the same as you. They were in the beginning steps of their Gemini project and the CIA wanted Info." Nick said.
I nodded and we talked, catching up. Nick had, had a girlfriend but since he had been MIA she would have had to have moved on so he didn't expect much when he got home. Allison brought us the dinner that magically appeared in the kitchen.
The fridge had lots of drinks in it so I was able to get my hands on a beer. Allison sat their stonily as Nick and I talked.
"You might want to be more careful about what you say." She said in a low voice. "What?" I said turning my head and looked at her. 'You might want to be more carefully about what you say. They have this place bugged in case they get any info about The CIA. You have to watch what you are saying." She said sipping her coke.
I shoot a look at Nick, He shrugged. "So what about you?' I asked leaning back into the couch. Allison glared at me. Nick was right. It was like she was PMSing all the time. Right before I had left Cammie had been very emotional, like she knew something was coming.
"I worked as a CIA doctor." She said. "And that's all I can get out of her." Nick said rolling his eyes. 'You're annoying, why would I tell you?" Allison spat at him. Nick smirked at her. "We hate each other." He said simply taking a swig of his beer.
"Clearly."
"What do you even do in here?" I ask looking around. There was a T.V. and magazines published in a different language.
"They run tests on us. We work out long and hard on their command. We have to do it or we'll be killed since they make us do it at gunpoint." Nick said. "He's just scared." Allison said.
"I am not." "God, just admit you are scared." Allison taunted back. "Guys. Stop it." I said. Allison rolled her eyes and got up. "I'm going to bed." She said.
"Never heard of her before, why is she here?" I ask Nick. Nick shrugged. "She's got a bigger IQ the Albert Einstein." He said leaning back. "Bet Liz could beat her." I said smirking. "Whatever. She's a bitch most of the time anyway."
I nodded. "Any way out of here?" I ask softly so we wouldn't be heard. Nick shook his head. "We're locked in. All the ventilation systems are about as big as a tennis ball and there are no windows." I groan. Nick stood up.
"I'm just going to go to bed too. They make us wake up early so we can start our day." He said stretching. I nod. "I think your room is next to Allison's. I'm on the left of her. Night.' He said.
I sat there for a while thinking of Cammie and how I would get rid of the COC so she could live in peace with me.
Finally I get up and find my way to my room. It was small, with a queen sized bed, a side table with a lamp and a mini fridge. These COC people where living the life here in the middle of a mountain.
I took of my clothes and slipped into the bed. Only too late did I realize the faint sickly sweet smell of sleeping gas spreading throughout the room.
"Finally all of our agents." The woman with the red hair said as the bed lowered themselves to the floor and stood upright. "Yep, high clearance, can get into anywhere." Another said. "Hopefully these duplicates will turn out without us having to terminate both." The woman said.
"Everything is just falling into place. Soon we will have Cameron here and we will no longer need the others here. You all don't know how much fun taunting my so is with the joke of his wife is pregnant." Mrs. Goode came into the room.
The beds were now lowered into the stainless steel laboratory. Zach, Nick and Allison were moved onto cold steel beds, not even making a noise.
While they were being inspected thoroughly, the sleeping gas was pumped out of their rooms and the sheets on the beds changed as to not arouse suspicions.
Blood was taken, they were photographed, brainwaves taken. (Yes these people are creepy. I agree, but it's part of the story so… I don't even know if it's even possible)
"We have everything." The woman said. "But we still need them." Mrs. Goode said motioning for them to be put back in their beds and up to their rooms.
Like the longest chapter I have written yet. Yes, Right now Zach is more fun to write about than Cammie… But Cammie will be the next chapter. She will have her ultrasound and she'll meet an old friend along the way. Oh, I wonder who it will be. But I'm torn. Should Cammie have twins, a boy or a girl? I don't know what the baby will be and I need you guys to give me some feedback. The review is now open to everyone now. I finally got that up. I kept forgetting about
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