Id Tell You I Love You, But Then Id Have to Kill You
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"Im with Interpol now. " Max Edwards said, eyeing me. "I know youre a CIA legacy and all, but thats no reason not to give the rest of us a shot, eh?"
"No, sir. "
"Started the CoveOps training yet?"
"Yes, sir, with the intro class. "
"Good. Good. Im sure Joe Solomon is finding plenty to teach you," he said, patting me on the-shoulder, emphasizing the word in a way I didnt understand. Then he leaned closer and whispered, "Im going to give you some advice, Cammie. Not everyone can live this life, you know. Not everyone has it in their blood—the stress, the risk, the sacrifice. " He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card with a phone number centered and alone on the plain white background. "Call me anytime. Youll always have a place with us. "
He patted me on the shoulder again and walked away, his footsteps echoing down the empty stone corridor. I watched him turn the corner; then I counted to ten and slipped behind the tapestry. Halfway down the tunnel, I stopped and changed my clothes. I never saw that card again.
Chapter Seventeen
I know in spy movies it always looks really cool when the operative goes from a maids uniform to a slinky, sexy ballgown in the amount of time it takes an elevator to climb three floors. Well, I dont know how it is for TV spies, but I can tell you that even with Velcro, the art of the quick change is one that must take a lot of practice (not to mention better lighting than one is likely to find in a tunnel that was once a part of the Underground Railroad).
Thats probably why I panicked when I saw the strange look on Joshs face when he first saw me outside the gazebo. Either my blouse was open, or my skirt was stuck in my underwear, or something even more mortifying. I froze.
"You look …"
I have lipstick on my teeth. My hair is full of cobwebs. Im wearing two different kinds of shoes and my backup is two whole miles away!
"… amazing. "
Id never felt less invisible in my life. I forgot about Bex and Macey and their great bodies, Liz and her gorgeous blond hair. Even my mother faded from my mind as I saw myself through Joshs eyes. For the first time in a long time I didnt want to disappear.
Then I remembered that it was my turn to say something. He was wearing a leather jacket and khaki pants that had the kind of crisp creases that made me think of the Navy SEALs, who were probably doing a demonstration in the Gallagher Academy pond at that very moment, so I said, "You look very…clean. "
"Yeah. " He tugged at his collar. "My mom found out and … well… lets just say you were this close to having to wear a wrist corsage. " He held two fingers inches apart, and I remembered one time when my dad got my mom a corsage— of course it came equipped with a retinal scanner and comms unit, but still, the thought was nice.
I started to say so, but just then Josh said, "Im sorry, but we kind of missed the movie. I should have looked up the times before I asked you. It started at six. "
The mission was compromised at 19:00 hours when The Operative and The Subject realized they had missed their window of opportunity—which in The Operatives opinion was a waste of her best outfit.
"Oh," I said, trying not to sound too heartbroken. Id let Liz do my hair. Id jogged two miles in the dark. I had been looking forward to this all week, but all I could do was put on my best spy face and say, "Thats okay. I guess Ill just…"
"Do you want to grab a burger?" Josh blurted before I could finish my thought.
Grab a burger? Id just eaten filet mignon with the Deputy Director of the CIA, but I found myself saying, "Id love to!"
Across the square, bright lights beamed through one set of windows. We walked toward the light, and Josh held the door open for me and gestured for me to walk in (how sweet is that!). The diner had a black-and-white checkerboard floor with red vinyl booths and lots of old records and pictures of Elvis nailed to the walls. The whole place was a little too doo-woppy for my personal taste, but that didnt stop me from crawling into a booth—unfortunately on the side facing away from the windows since Josh had already nabbed the best position for himself. (Mr. Smith would have been very disappointed in me. ) But at least across the booth he probably couldnt feel my leg shaking.
The Operative tried to implement the Purusey breathing technique, which has been proven effective at fooling polygraphs. There is no conclusive evidence as to whether it is effective at masking the internal lie detectors of fifteen-year-old boys.
The waitress came and took our orders, and Josh leaned way back in his seat. I knew from Lizs notes on body language that this meant he was feeling pretty confident (either that or I smelled like the tunnel and he wanted to get as far away from me as possible). "Im sorry we missed the movie," Josh said as he rearranged his pickles.
"Thats okay," I said. "This is fun, too. "
Then the strangest thing happened—we both stopped talking. It was like that episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer where everyone in town got their voices stolen. I was beginning to wonder if that had actually happened—like maybe, back at school, the CIA had been fiddling around with one of Dr. Fibss experiments and something had gone horribly wrong. I started to open my mouth and test my theory, when I heard a muffled cry of "Josh!" and some banging on the diner windows, and I realized that the muteness hadnt affected anyone but us.
When I heard the ding of the diner door, I spun to see a mob of teenagers heading our way, and let me tell you, for a girl whos gone to a private all-girls school since the seventh grade, thats a pretty scary sight.
I have never been so behind enemy lines in my life! I thought, scrolling back through our P&E training on how to handle multiple attackers. Normally, I might have counted on Josh—my guide in that strange and foreign land—but he was panicking, too. I could tell by the way his jaw had gone all slack and a french fry was poised, midair, en route to his mouth.
I mentally reeled through the things in my favor: no one knew me. I wasnt wearing my uniform. And if push came to shove I could…well…push and shove. (Two of the boys looked pretty football player-ish, but I did an entire project once on the "the bigger they are the harder they fall" philosophy of hand-to-hand combat, and there is totally something to it. ) I was safe, for the meantime.
My cover might not have been blown, but I couldnt say the same for my confidence—especially when one of the girls, a very pretty blond, said, "Hi, Josh," and he said, "Hi, DeeDee. "
The Operative realized that the band of insurgents was led by the suspect known as DeeDee (even though she did not appear to have any pink paper in her possession).
Most of the mob walked by with just the occasional "Hey, Josh" as they passed, but DeeDee and another boy crawled into the booth with us, and oh yeah, guess who ended up being pressed up against Josh? DEE DEE! (Soooo not an accident!) Can I just say that it is such a good thing that there was an entire diner full of witnesses, because Im fairly certain I could have killed her with a bottle of ketchup.
"Hi, Im DeeDee," she said as she helped herself to one of Joshs fries (rude!). "Have we met?"
Im the daughter of two secret agents who has a genius IQ and the ability to kill you in your sleep and make it look like an accident, you silly, vapid, two-bit…
"Cammies new in town. "
Okay, this is why its always best to have backup. Josh totally saved me, because I was seriously starting to finger the ketchup bottle about then.
"Oh," she said. Even though Macey McHenry herself had done my makeup, I felt completely covered with boils as I sat there. She helped herself to another fry, but didnt look at me when she said, "Hi. "
"DeeDee and I have known each other for forever," Josh said, and DeeDee blushed.
Two of the girls from the mob put some money in the jukebox and soon a song Id never heard was echoing throughout the diner, causing the boy who was sliding into the booth next to me to yell when he said, "Yeah, shes just one of the boys. " He thrust a hand in my direction.
"Hey, Im Dillon. "
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p; THIS is Dillon? My superspy instincts were taken aback as I studied the small boy who was supposedly "DMan. " (Note to self: dont believe everything you read when hacking into the DMV, because short boys will totally lie about their height when applying for their learners permits. ) It took a second for me to recognize him and realize hed been the boy with Josh in the street—the one whod been told I was nobody.
Somehow I managed to say, "Hi. Im Cammie. "
Dillon was nodding his head slowly as he eyed me and said, "So this is the mystery woman. " DeeDee instantly stopped chewing on her fry. "So she exists!" Dillon exclaimed. "You have to forgive my friend here," Dillon said as he slid one arm around my shoulders. "Hes not the most outgoing of hosts, so if I can do anything to help you feel at home here, consider me at your disposal. "
Dillons arm was still around me, so I was feeling pretty grateful for all those P&E classes when Josh reached across the table and punched Dillon in the shoulder.
"What?" Dillon cried. "Im just being hospitable. "
If that was hospitable then Madame Dabney really needed to update her curriculum.
"Well, Cammie," Dillon went on, unfazed, "please allow me to say that I can see why doofus heres been keeping you to himself. "
Dillon reached for a fry, but this time Josh moved the plate away and said, "Well, thanks for stopping by. Dont let us keep you. " And then Josh tried to kick Dillon under the table, but he missed and hit me, but its not like I screamed or anything. (Ive totally been kicked harder. )
"Are you kidding?" Dillon asked, elbows-on-table as he lowered his voice, forcing us all to huddle around his conspiracy. "Were gonna go climb the wall and moon some rich girls later. Wanna come?"
The wall? OUR wall? I wondered in disbelief. Is it possible Ive been routinely mooned for the past three years and didnt know it? Has Joshs very own backside been exposed (and possibly photographed by the security department) without my knowledge?
(Note to self: find those photographs. )
I must have looked as confused as I felt, because Josh leaned closer and said, "The Gallagher Academy?" as if wondering whether or not Id heard of the place. "Its a really snooty boarding school. The girls there are all rich delinquents or something. "
I wanted to jump to our defense. I wanted to proclaim that you shouldnt judge someone until youve walked a mile through an underground tunnel in her uncomfortable shoes. I wanted to tell them everything they owed to the Gallagher Girls who had gone before me, but I couldnt. Sometimes spies can only nod and say, "Oh, really?"
"What?" Dillon said. "You dont, like, go there?" he asked, then laughed so loudly that everyone in the restaurant turned to stare.
I studied Dillon and wondered how long it would take me to hack into the IRS—I bet, by December, Uncle Sam could be repossessing everything his family owned. "Im homeschooled," I said, while silently chanting, And I have a cat named Suzie, and my dads an engineer, and I love mint chocolate cookie ice cream.