Chapter 5: Spy, That's What We Do
Zach's POV
The Gallagher and Blackthorne students all stumbled into the middle of the room.
I turned to one of the girls, "Who was that?"
"How the hell would I know?" She replied with a strong British accent filled with irritation.
"Isn't she a Gallagher girl though?" I pestered the British girl further.
"No, and for gods-sake, she beat me!" The girl let out a frustrated growl and I almost let myself jump back.
I finally understood her whole "nice try" comment after I called her Gallagher girl. But if she didn't go to Gallagher, how could she be so good? How could she beat me? I'm the top spy in training! I'm Goode! (AN: Yes, yes I just used that pun)
My gaze landed on Solomon who had a stupid smirk on his face. I could tell that he knew the girl. How, you ask? Well, he had that proud look on his face. The same one that he had after he beat me in sparring on "Sparring with the Teachers Day". That day brought me a lot of bruises and painful memories.
"Who was that girl?" Grant appeared at my side with our other friend Nick.
"I have no idea," I admitted.
"Well! Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a first!" Nick exclaimed in a friendly banter.
I was known in Blackthorne for knowing everything. There was not a secret that could be kept from me. Until now. I punched Nick in the shoulder,
"I will find out," I smirked to myself, still wondering how another spy in training could beat me, the top rank.
Solomon's POV (AN: I'm trying this out but I don't really like it)
I should have known that Cammie would have pulled something like this. She tricked all of my students. I feel extremely proud, but I should be furious. Just wait until I call Matt and tell him what she did. Daughter like father. I swear, trouble is in their blood.
Cammie's POV
After I disappeared, I walked around with a tour group that was leaving the room and then hid in the shadows by the exit. I watched Zach look around, a confused look spreading across his face. My work was done. It was time to go back home.
I drove into my garage and entered my house with the usual greetings to my parents.
"Hey Cam," My dad called from the other room, "I just got off the phone and heard a very interesting thing."
"Oh really?" I walked until I was in his view, "What interesting thing?" An innocent smile spread on my face.
Of course I knew that he had gotten off the phone with Joe. I just enjoy testing out my lying abilities. What can I say, practice makes perfect.
"Yeah, Joe just told me what happened at The Mall." Dad gave me a proud smile.
"And?" I said, waiting either my praise or my punishment.
"Well, Joe and I have come up with a wonderful consequence." My dad did his sly smile that only appears when he's up to no good.
Dang it! I was really hoping for the praise but this would probably be even more interesting. And possibly dangerous.
"You, Cammie, are going to be joining the junior class during a Blackthorne-Gallagher exchange," He continued on, "So go pack because you are leaving tomorrow for Gallagher at 5 am sharp."
I opened my mouth ready to argue but realized it would do me no good. So I just sighed, nodded my head, and turned towards my room.
"And Cammie?" My dad called, "Joe says to make a creative entrance."
Suddenly, a smirk spread across my face as I raced upstairs to get packed. I couldn't wait to beat Goode at everything. Yeah, I think this would be good(e) for my state of mind. Catherine can really mess you up.
Cammie's POV (BUt a little later)
I had finished packing everything into the trunk of my nice car. I was up in my room straightening my outfit and grabbing my car keys. Stopping in front of the mirror, I checked my appearance.
My "dishwater" blonde hair was in beach waves, the golden streaks reflecting the summer light from my window. My blue eyes popped out, surrounded in cat eye eyeliner, and thick black eyelashes. The color of lipstick I had on was red, and the best part, it was lethal. If anyone kissed me, they'd be unconscious within seconds. "Sweet Dreams", it's my favorite color and type, made by yours truly. (AN: This is from "Agent Carter")
My outfit was simple. Tight light blue skinny jeans that showed off my shape, dark red loose t-shirt, and a thin black leather jacket. Last but not least, I had brown high-heeled ankle boots to finish it off.
Checking my internal clock, I noticed it was 4:58 am and 32 seconds. I rushed downstairs with quick goodbyes to my parents. Jumping in the car, I started my 2 hour drive to the prestigious Gallagher Academy.
**************************** 6.53 hours *********************************
Still Cammie's POV
I drove my car past the gates of Gallagher and took a right after the wall. Stopping my car, I pressed the open button on the remote in the cubby of my car. The floor sunk into the ground, slowly lowering my car with it. It stopped with a lurch and a bright green light scanned through the car.
"State your name and occupation." The robotic machine voice commanded.
"Cameron Morgan, CIA Operative." I recited the line the same as I have for the last few years of my life.
Dim yellow lights lit up the Morgan-Cameron parking lot. I drove to my spot and parked as my doors flipped open and I started planning my… special… surprise for the students.
**************************** 720 hours
I had sneaked out of the mini parking lot and took the elevator up to the inside of Gallagher. The doors opened and I emerged, blending into the walls of the main foyer.
Taking a minute, I relaxed and took in the safe and familiar surroundings. I heard steps from around the corner and I jumped up in surprise. Never get too comfortable. That's how a spy stays alive. I inwardly sighed and watched as a group of three girls walked past me laughing, oblivious to my presence.
"Amateurs," I whispered to myself as I heard bits of their conversation.
"Those boys, you know the one that we saw yesterday?" The girl with short brown hair continued on, "My sources say that they have a base in Alaska and they work for a covert group that goes around the world rescuing people that are stuck on remote islands."
"Tina! Where do you even get this stuff?" The asian girl with long black hair looked at her friend with an exasperated expression.
"My sources, Kim, and they will not be revealed." 'Tina' replied and they continued towards the Grand Hall for breakfast.
I rolled my eyes and almost missed being a kid and acting oblivious and innocent. Stopping myself, I sighed, knowing that a normal life wasn't possible for me.
There were noises of footsteps and chattering coming close to the Grand Hall. Without looking, I felt behind me and pushed a knob. The wall sunk into the building as I quickly entered and made my way through the secret tunnels of Gallagher.
Zach's POV (You can all celebrate)
After we had gotten back from our field trip, Grant, Nick, and I were interrogated by our other roommate, Jonas.
"Zach didn't know more than anyone else?!" Jonas exclaimed after the telling of our story.
"That's what you got from this! Did you hear the whole girl spies part?" I exasperatedly fell back onto my bed.
"I agree with Jonas," Nick and Grant said simultaneously, nodding.
"Well then I'm not gonna tell you about the announcement at dinner," I smirked and left them room, the boys stammering behind me.
Exiting the room, I thought about the conversation that I heard while traveling through one of the secret passages behind Dr. Steve's office.
Beginning of Flashback
I looked through a crack in the wall when I heard a ring of a telephone. He picked up the phone and held it to his ear, pleasantly smiling while I heard one side of his conversation.
"Oh hello Solomon!" I heard Dr. Steve say enthusiastically.
My interest soared and I intently listened to figure out what the conversation was about.
"Okay so 7:30 AM is breakfast for the girls? We will be there… Yes sounds good, I'll tell the boys at dinner… I heard about that unexpected surprise… They are gonna be there? Well excellent!" I smirked knowing that my status as know it all would rise back to normal, we were going to see the girls.
"It'll be nice to see Chameleon, yes bye." Dr. Steve finished and hung up th phone, leaving me in awe.
We were going to see the Chameleon. Top spy Chameleon. Top CIA agent, spy legacy, Chameleon. He was my role model. Everything I ever strived for was to be like him. I don't want to be known for my evil mother, I want to be like the Chameleon, a legacy and a mystery. Excitement bubbled up inside me and feeling like a girl, I masked my emotions and went up to my room.
End of Flashback
I placed my signature smirk on my face and made my way down to the mess hall. There were other students already sitting at the different tables and I made my way to the one where the sophomores sit. I was the first one there, so I grabbed some food and sat down and started to eat my dinner.
Jonas, Grant, Nick, and the other sophomores started piling in 5 minutes to the start of dinner. Everyone grabbed their food and sat down around me and a loud chatter was heard in the mess hall. Dr. Steve walked up to the podium in the front and faced us.
"SILENCE!" He bellowed and every boy's mouth clamped shut, "I have an announcement."
My roommates looked at me with big eyes, wanting to know what it was. I just smirked at them and mouthed 'payback' before turning around to listen to the rest.
"The sophomore class met the famous Gallagher Girls' that you have all heard of, yesterday," He paused for a moment, scanning the sophomore table, "Now, the entire sophomore class will have the opportunity to get to know their future partners through a semester visit, where you boys will be staying at Gallagher."
Even though Blackthorne is extremely disciplined, the audience couldn't help but break out in chatter of, 'The sophomore class is lucky', 'Yes! We get to see girls!', and from my friends, 'That's what Zach knew', and 'I'm psyched to see that girl again'. I just sat throughout the excitement with a smirk on my face and the knowing look in my eyes.
"Boys, you will be leaving at 630 hours tomorrow morning," Dr. Steve started to leave the podium, "A last thought: to the girls, you are just like them, spies, not assassins. There will also be a special guest during the exchange. It's going to be excellent, excellent…."
All the boys' continued their conversations after Dr. Steve left the podium. My roommates were talking about the special guest. During their conversation, Grant suddenly started staring at me. Nick and Jonas followed Grant's gaze.
"Zach, who is the special guest?" Grant asked with a tinge of desperateness in his voice.
And I just smiled. Yes, smiled, and walked out of the mess hall and up to my room. They all followed on my heels, and I ignored them until we got into our room.
I smirked at them, "The Chameleon is going to visit."
Audible gasps escaped all of my roommates. The Chameleon wasn't only my role model, he was all of theirs as well. Heck! The Chameleon was the role model for every single Blackthorne boy, and even some grown men in the spy world. We didn't know much about the Chameleon but we did know all of his disclosed work and missions.
But you can say they were pretty excited and none of us wanted to wait to meet him the next morning.
********************************** 630 hours
Every boy was gathered in the main foyer with a small bag of all their belongings. A chopper landed right outside on the helicopter pad and the boys piled out and jogged to the helicopter at Dr. Steve's instruction. Once we were all inside, Dr. Steve hopped in and directed the unknown pilot to an unknown location (although I knew we were going to Roseville, Virginia because of the paper Dr. Steve was holding earlier).
One hour and 10 minutes later, we were descending onto the landing pad at the top of the "prestigious Gallagher Academy". The boys all filed out of the chopper and were led through a door and down some stairs to the main floor. We examined the building and memorized each of it's exits if needed. It looked similar to Blackthorne Academy, just brighter and less assassin-like?
At the front of our line, Dr. Steve stopped in front of grand wooden doors. He signaled us to be quiet and we listened as the chattering from behind the doors stopped.
"Good morning, ladies," A young, feminine voice spoke.
"Good morning, Headmistress Cameron," Female voices replied in unison.
'Headmistress Cameron' spoke again, "As you know, the sophomore girls of Gallagher recently went on a field trip and met some teenage male operatives. It's time for you to know that you are not the only young spies in training."
I rolled my eyes, *cough* assassins *cough*.
"Blackthorne Academy is the brother school of Gallagher and they work in training the top male spies of every agency. Today, I am proud to introduce you to the sophomore class of Blackthorne!" 'Headmistress Cameron' finished.
Dr. Steve pushed open the big doors and we entered a large room filled with girls, middle school to high school. All the girls collectively gasped and stared wide-eyed as we made our way to the front table with Dr. Steve. I smirked at all of the girls' expressions and followed the rest of my classmates. motioned for us to sit down as he made his way up to the stage and took the microphone from 'Headmistress Cameron'.
"Thank you Abigail, for that excellent introduction. We are so glad to be here and everyone, take this opportunity to get to know the operatives you will be working with in your future. This is excellent, just excellent, thank you." Dr. Steve gave the microphone back to Headmistress Cameron and walked to a faculty table and sat down.
I rolled my eyes at the use of the word 'excellent'. I'm most positive that every Blackthorne boy was doing the same, and maybe even some of the Gallagher girls. It really gets on each of your nerves.
Headmistress Cameron smiled at Dr. Steve and started again, "This semester we will also be having another special guest."
She flung her hand out to motion towards the big doors. Nothing happened. Everyone kept waiting… 30 seconds passed by.
"I'm right here," A different feminine voice spoke from the front of the room.
The headmistress let out a gasp of surprise as she heard the voice and we all swiveled around to see a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes standing to the side of the headmistress. At first glance, she was an average girl. But in truth, she was beautiful and she was someone I knew. 'Sherie'.
AN: I'm sorry if this chapter was bad because I took like a week break in the middle of this chapter and I don't feel like I did what I wanted to do with this chapter. I'll be better. Promise.
ALSO, Cammie's POV of the introduction will be in the next chapter and if you have any suggestions or anything you would like to happen in the story, just PM me or review and I'll see what I can do.