Hey guys, contrary to popular belief, I am not dead I just totally lost interest in the Gallagher Girl's fanfiction archive and when I finally got bored enough to read a few, I was disappointed. I don't know if I've just gotten picky, but the quality of almost all the fanfictions is terrible. Don't get me wrong, a few are really good but some look like a rewrite of the same fanfic over and over, just in worse quality. I'm not sure if I'm guilty of this (I'd hope not) and some of you are like "HYPOCRITE" but in short, I just lost interest.
So anyway, sorry for the wait, thanks for all the reviews, hope you enjoy, blah blah blah.
Disclaimer: Not Ally Carter, and I am making no profit from writing this.
ALSO THE LAST CHAPTER HAS BEEN EDITED SO READ THAT FIRST.
The bank was large, sixteen large windows, big doors in the front, twenty three bank tellers on shift at the least, thirty at the most, and a ventilation system harder to navigate than the catacombs underneath Paris. There was dust, not enough for my asthma to act up, but enough for me to know cleaning the ducts was not a top priority. Chrome airways just barely big enough for me to squeeze through circled the bank, twisting and turning more than Bex's hair when she decided one time when we were fifteen to get a perm. (Trust me when I say the poodle look was not one for Bex.)
Fans alerted me about my positioning throughout the vents, and I stopped after I passed the thirteenth. Taking out my screw driver I spent at least seven minutes unscrewing the little screws.
"Bookworm, you can make a lipstick that can melt steel, a compact mirror that can identify any person on this planet. Sometime soon could you make some kind of automatic screwdriver that won't take forever? This is getting ridiculous." A distinct voice complained over the comms. Looks like Bex was having the same problem. I let out a strange noise of triumph when the last screw came loose and was in my hand. Slipping the vent down, I started inching my way down from the ceiling.
"Cam, hold on for a minute. Two people are coming in for something." A soft voice murmured. I froze and pulled my hands back inside, holding the vent so it was straight again.
A door clicked open, and a man and woman stumbled into the room, fastened at the lips. I shuttered when the clothes started flying.
"Liz." Cammie hissed. "Do something."
"Sorry, this is one of the few rooms in the entire building not wired with a security cam. It's quite popular for, um, certain activities." Liz stuttered, and I winced when a shoe hit the wall beside the vent.
"Oh hell, they're shagging aren't they?" Bex laughed. I scowled as my friend started making jokes and terrible innuendos.
"Oh shut up." I muttered, and a loud booming voice echoed throughout the building.
"All tellers off duty please report to the west wing. All tellers off duty please report to the west wing, thank you." A lady repeated over the intercom, and the two scrambled to look presentable and fled the room. I sighed in relief.
"Thank you Lizzie," I mumbled, lowering down to the ground. Bex snorted.
"Still, it's kind of romantic, don't you think?" Bex asked dreamily.
"What are you on about?" I asked, pulling off the black body suit and straightening the professional suit and skirt combo underneath. Opening my purse I wiped a substance on my fingertips, invisible powder that made sure I left no fingerprints, just in case. Walking out of the room, I clipped a badge onto my suit jacket and started down the hallway, black stilettos clicking on the tiled floor.
"A forbidden romance with fiery passion that cannot be smothered by the rules of the workplace, it's like Romeo and Juliet." I giggled at Bex's sigh.
"It's more like an unfaithful woman and a man who's looking for a good lay before his afternoon shift. Not very Romeo and Juliet-esque." Walking past the copying room, I sent a wink to the couple now standing awkwardly next to each other as a woman in the front drones on about finances. The woman flushes even more.
"How dare you ruin my little love story." Bex said, outraged.
"Sorry. It was overrated anyway." I mumble before smiling largely and entering the large front room where tellers were lined up, dealing with annoying customers and wondering why on earth possessed them to work here. Making sure to stay out of sight of the security cameras I knocked on a large door.
"Overrated? It was romantic." I could see Bex now, approaching a professional looking man on the opposite side of the building.
"Romance is overrated." I shot back. The door opened and a sleazy looking businessman smiled at me.
"You must be Miss. Sanders, correct?" The man's slicked back hair and sharp looking suit with a little nametag told me exactly what I needed to know.
"Oh, just call me Penny. Miss. Sanders makes me feel so old." I said cheerfully, and he smiled.
"Of course, Penny. What company was it you represent, again?" He asked.
"Blackthorne Incorporated. It's a privately owned bank, small in size. I was sent over to look at more successful banks, to see how it's run, what systems used, how upper management handles things, and how your security works." The man looks pleased with my answer, but just to be sure I slather on the charm. "From what I can see, this bank is very efficient. Our bank would do well to learn from it." With a well placed batting of eyelashes, the man was putty in my hands.
"Why thank you, love. It is an honor to have you here today." He smiled.
"Lead the way then." He started talking about the history of the building, something I tuned out immediately but paid enough attention to nod at the right places and ask good questions.
"So here we have the security room, as you can see we use JPEH-3019, a top of the line security system. Very hard to crack.
"Oh wow, my coworker Eliza would love this." I said; it was a code that asked if Liz had heard what the man said.
"Loud and clear, Chameleon. Easier to hack than the Gallagher database. Go ahead and drop the bug." I smiled at the man who launched into a story about his old dog Eliza. As we walked out I brushed my hand casually on the door frame. A little black spec started making its way across the walls.
"Now onto the safety deposit boxes." He said with enthusiasm.
"Do you ask your customers to fill out paperwork stating what is in the box, or just an estimated value?" I asked.
"Oh just the value. Many customers felt their privacy was violated when asked to specify, so as a bank with the customer's satisfaction as our top priority we switched to just a value." He stated, and I smiled in victory. We entered the room, and as he walked ahead I placed a Napotine patch on the back of his head. The man fell on the ground with a dull thud. I closed the door quickly so no one would look in.
"Liz, please tell me no one saw that." The tapping of keys met my ears.
"No, a loop of the past hour is playing in the security room, so no worries." She reassured. "The box number is 20196. Now if you had been listening to the man, they use an advanced technology system that came out last fall. The lock mechanism fits no skeleton key, but instead is pass code locked." I hurried to the specified box number.
"And the override?" Liz spouted off numbers, and I punched them in quickly. There was nothing but silence for a few moments as I waited, but a small double beep made my shoulders slump in relief.
Opening the box, I pulled out the container. Inside was a few watches, a badge and a plain looking thumb drive. Stashing the thumb drive, I pushed the box closed and locked it.
"Uh oh." Liz's words made my blood run cold. "Security is coming down your way, the code activated something in the system. It won't specify which vault, though. Cam you have to think of something."
My eyes widened and I looked around frantically. I took out my lip gloss container and made a large rectangle in the wall. Making sure that the wall fell in so it would look like the carving came from the outside, I put the plaster on the floor. Wincing, I raised my hand and punched my jaw, which is something I recommend no one else should do because it hurts like hell. Taking a deep breath (Which slightly hurt because of my newly bruised face) I screamed loudly.
Footsteps thundered in the doorway and a pair of keys jingling met my ears.
"Cam what the hell are you doing?" Bex hissed over the comms. I hit my leg on the metal bench in the room and tumbled over, making tears enter my eyes. Perfect.
"Miss!" A voice shouted and a strong arm helped me onto the bench while I sobbed. "What happened?"
"I-It happened s-so fast... t-the wall just s-suddenly caved in and Mr. Tanaka fell over. I couldn't m-move, I'm so sorry. They punched something into that vault a-and ran away. I screamed and one of t-them hit me." I looked up at the man with tearful eyes and he cooed at me.
"It's alright Miss, we'll patch you up, you'll be fine." He said, helping me stand. I winced, I could feel the bruise forming on my leg already.
"T-Thank you." I mumbled and was led out. Bex's confused eyes met mine from across the room and I brushed tears away, simultaneously shielding my face from the face-recognition software and the man next to me as I winked at her.
As I was being led out, a pair of green eyes met mine, and a proud smirk was sent over the heads of the crowd. I scowled.
"Cam, that was brill!" Bex said to me after I had been allowed to leave. I smiled, peeling off the wig and the stuff on my face that made the shape of it different. My contacts were blinked out and I flopped on the couch.
"Brill, maybe. Damn painful, yes." I muttered, holding a pack of ice to my calf and face.
"Where did you put the drive?" Liz asked from her spot on the couch. I held up a finger and pulled off the painful shoes, nursing my feet for a moment before pressing my finger in the sole of the shoe and lifting up the padding. Handing her the drive, a hand snatched the shoe from me.
"How dare you! These shoes were one of a kind I bought in Venice! Real Italian leather!" Macey said, outraged. She had stayed home for this mission, while Bex and I went into the bank and Liz was on computers.
"What about you Bex?" Liz asked, ignoring Macey. Bex opened her briefcase and handed over a large stack of papers clipped together.
"The man was too easy to fool. I just had to pop open a few buttons of my shirt and he wouldn't have noticed if I stole his entire computer and fed it to an elephant." She laughed and I tossed her a water.
"So, remind me again how this is important to the mission?" I asked, taking a chug of my own bottle.
"Hey, while you're over there can you pour me some of that chardonnay in cabinet." I rolled my eyes but unscrewed the cork and poured some of the wine in a glass.
"As you know the two Morgan brothers are in this city, London. From what we know, two weeks ago The Circle's main office in Barcelona was robbed of secret files about the Morgan family, and anything else that had to do with them was erased. On the very same day the eldest, Noah Morgan, opened an account and a safety deposit box, but hasn't been back since. We had reason to believe they uploaded them onto a drive and then onto their own computer, then later left the backup drive at the bank under an alias."
I nod, staring out the window when I notice someone. My eyes widen, then narrow into slits.
"I'll be right back." I say absently, grabbing a coat and heading out the door.
Walking down the steps, I cross the street and stare at the window of the shop, not daring to turn.
"Cammie, how nice to see you again." A voice says.
"You saw me last month." A deep chuckle meets my ears.
"One cannot get enough of you, Cameron Morgan."
"And it seems one cannot get away from you, Zachary Goode."
Hey thanks for reading, Blah Blah Blah. If you didn't go back and read the last chapter, the only brothers are Noah, Ben, and Carter. I cut Ethan, sorry about that. So Review please! Thanks,
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