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Chapter 5 : More Friends & The Decoy

Zach's POV

I punched the wall next to me, frustrated by the turn of events. This was supposed to be a simple mission. I was supposed to be back in the US by now. And I should be happily oblivious to my attraction to Cammie.

I glanced at Cammie out of the corner of my eye and caught her looking at me worriedly. She reached out towards me as if she wanted to comfort me, but I turned away.

"The signal's moving towards the airport," Jonas yelped, "We have to get moving."

Wordlessly, we moved to the street and tried to catch a cab. Unfortunately, there weren't many cars passing this street. Just when we decided to walk to a larger street, a black limo pulled up to the curb. The window rolled down to reveal a beautiful young lady wearing brown sunglasses.

"Need a ride?" she asked, one eyebrow perfectly arched, lowering her sunglasses show a pair of electric blue eyes.

"Macey!" two voices squealed beside me and I inwardly groaned. Great, a rich, spoiled Gallagher girl.

"Aren't you gonna get in, Goode?"

I half-glared at Macey and slid in the limo. We all looked at Jonas, who was gulping and looking very uncomfortable. He shifted on his foot looking, warily at Macey, and reluctantly stepped into the limo. He ended up sitting on Liz's hand, whilst stepping on her foot. To my surprise(or not) they didn't exchange any words of enmity; they only blushed.

"What are you doing here, Macey?" Cammie asked McHenry as we sped along to the airport.

"Oh, I heard you had some trouble," she replied, looking out the window.

"And…?" I asked. "Because we all know what an asset you'll be," I said, sarcastically.

Three pairs of eyes glared at me.

"Whatever, Goode. I'm here on a personal mission of my own," she retorted, pushing her sunglasses into her hair.

That didn't sound too good to me.

Cammie's POV

"There really is something off about this mission, guys. Zach almost got shot."

"Do you have any idea what's in that package?"

"Nope."

"It's probably got something to do with North Korea's nuclear activity."

"Come on, Jonas. It's probably something to do with that Turkish spy."

"No, I don't think that's it. It's probably something…"

I threw a rueful smile at Macey. She grinned back. I really was happy to have her here, even if Zach thought she would be no help. I felt a wave of sadness go over me as I realized that Bex was missing from this picture. I wished she could be here.

We were now on a plane headed to London, which is where Liz told us that the package was going to. Jonas had already transmitted a message to the CIA informing them of the happenings. I leaned back into my seat, wishing I could relax. I blinked blankly at Zach, who was across the aisle from me. He looked like…like an angel when he was sleeping—er not that I like him or anything. I quickly turned away from him and found myself face to face with a creepily smiling Macey.

"Smitten, Cam? Again?" she said, her eyebrows waggling.

"Um, no. I was just looking at—why do you care?"

"Is he too goode to resist?" Macey laughed at her own lame joke. "You are so easy to read, Cam. Don't be in denial for too long." She winked at me.

I glanced over at Zach and I could have sworn I saw his lips twitching.

London…

A hand clamped over my mouth and dragged me to a minivan. I tried elbowing my capturer but they didn't give way. I kicked and struggled until the capturer pushed me in the car.

"Bloody hell! Why are your elbows so sharp?" a voice with a familiar British accent exclaimed.

"…Bex?" I asked warily, feeling like this was a ironic kind of reunion for us.

"Cammie!"

A strong pair of arms threw themselves around me and squeezed me tight.

"I missed you! And I heard you were on a mission, and needed some backup, so I begged the director, who's friends with my parents to let me go!" beamed Bex, saying all that in one breath.

I stared at her, half-surprised, half-happy.

One by one our other friends piled into the minivan, and for a few moments there was absolute silence as we just stared at one another, wondering if this was some crazy reunion scheme.

"So now we're all here let's get going!" a cheery male voice joined us from the driver's seat.

"Grant?" Zach said, his eyes widening about a fraction of an inch.

"Hey, man. What've you been up t-…" Grant trailed off, his mouth hanging open. I followed his line of sight, expecting to find Bex as his object of drooling. But he was looking at Macey, who looked like a model in her silver-black trench coat and sunglasses. He opened and closed his mouth. Macey only took a long look at him before returning to examining her fingernails. Bex frowned and looked between Grant and Macey.

"Uh oh," Liz muttered, and I totally agreed.

Zach's POV

We were sitting in the cramped minivan, and I felt really weird. About the Macey-Grant-Bex thing. About the fact that my knee was pressed to Cammie's and her cheeks were a really pretty shade of pink. About how cute she looked trying to avoid my eyes. And about the package. Not knowing what to say, we all just sat there. Wasting time. And I was a little uncomfortable with the feelings a simple knee touch brought to me.

A shrill call broke us out of our reverie. It was Jonas's special, signal-anywhere-and-untraceable cell phone.

"Hello? We're…all here. Together. Yes, it is crowded. Um…I guess. I mean, if you say so, sir. It's not too much people. Of course. Yes, silly me. Um. Ok, bye si—he hung up."

"Uh, guys? Bad news. Turns out the package was never in London. It's in Vienna."

"What? Liz, I told you to check the signal correctly!"

"Well, it's not my fault my deductions based on your weird signal machine went wrong!"

Yeah. This was going to be a great mission. Just great.

Vienna….

"You're sure about the signal this time, right?" all five of us asked Liz.

"Yes! Gosh, you make one mistake and everyone's at your throat. Great world," Liz muttered.

There was a loud, consecutive beeping noise from Liz's shoulder bag. We all froze, and Liz took the signal machine out. The beeping got louder.

"It's close," she whispered, and we all looked around casually. I pretended to be looking in this reflective statue thing, trying to get a hold of my surroundings. I could have been the first one to take action. I could have been the 'hero' of that day. But no, I just had to be distracted by how silky Gallagher Girl's hair looked and imagining how it would feel between my fingers.

So naturally, Baxter got all the action.

"There!" I heard Bex whisper, and casually walk closer to a dark, hooded guy. She pretended to be walking closer to a candy store on the street. The guy stopped when Bex was within two meters of him, then disappeared into a dark street. Bex followed him, and I slinked in the street after her, Cammie right behind me. When we got there, Bex was already kicking some poor, masked guy's ass. Cammie and I didn't have much to do except kick back and enjoy the show.

Bex spun around and threw kicks and punches, each blow hitting the guy squarely in the upper body.

"Whoa, whoa. He's unconscious, Baxter," I said, trying to stop the fighting machine.

"I know," she said back, her caramel eyes glinting mischievously.

Cammie looked worried.

"Don't you guys think that was a little too easy…?"

Before Cammie could finish that thought, a group of masked guys ran out in front of us and took the fighting stance. I got into position myself and looked at Cammie.

"You up for this, Gallagher Girl?" I asked, smirking.

She only smiled.

I had to shake my head at the guys who were looking a little less tense knowing they were up against two girls and…two guys now. Grant joined our little group.

The fight started and my mind went on auto-pilot. I focused only on dodging the opponent's attacks and placing blows of my own. The fight was over pretty quickly. Probably because I was so epic.

"That was bloody boring," Bex said, seeming disappointed.

"You were awesome, Bex," Grant told her, flashing his smile. Maybe things were back to the way they should be. Grant in love with his British Bombshell.

"Where's Macey?"

Spoke too soon.

Cammie's POV

I surveyed the damage in front of us. I still was a bit nervous. This had all been too easy. Even the masked guys hadn't put up much of a fight. Uneasily, I watched Bex and Zach search the guys for the package, when I felt something in my pocket.

The pin.

"Liz, can you scan this for any information? I found it at that old warehouse."

"Yeah, sure."

I heard a little squeal.

"I found it!" Bex exclaimed.

We all crowded around her. I felt a wave of relief go through me, followed by another wave of unease.

Bex opened the rectangular box carefully. We all peered in the box.

"Bloody—"Bex began.

"Shit!" Macey and Zach said at the same time. I subconsciously put a hand on Zach's shoulder for support.

A piece of paper flitted out of the box.

Forget the package.

Go home, children.

This chapter was mostly devoted to their crazy reunion, which I know is unrealistic.

Maybe a kiss next chapter? ;)

Do you want more of Zammie? Or just as much of the other characters? Who's your favorite(other than Zammie)?

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