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"Of course she is! She looks just like you" Which just proved that whatever terrible nose incident he'd experienced had no doubt affected his eyes, too, because while Rachel Morgan has frequently been described as beautiful, I a lady," the guard said, handing e "And don't lose it—it's loaded with a tracking chip and a half ram of C-4 If you try to remove it or enter an unauthorized area, it'll detonate" He stared at me "And then you'll die"
I sed hard, then suddenly understood why take-your-daughter-to-work day was never really an option in the Morgan family
"Okay," I erly Then theor not—I jumped
"Ha!" The guard let out a sharp laugh and leaned closer to ullible than it did in my day, Rachel," he teased, then winked at me "Spy humor"
Well, personally, I didn't think his "humor" was all that funny, but ain "Come on, kiddo, you don't want to be late"
She led me down a sunny corridor that ht, cool light splashed the gray walls and reminded me of Sublevel One at school…which reminded me of my Covert Operations class…which reminded me of finals hich reminded me of …
Josh
We passed the Office of Guerrilla Warfare but didn't sloo women waved to my mother outside the Department of Cover and Concealment, but we didn't stop to chat
We walked faster, going deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of secrets, until the corridor branched and we could either go left, toward the Departht, to the Office of Operative Developence And despite the FLAME-RESISTANT BODYSUITS MANDATORY BEYOND THIS POINT sign one in that direction Or just back to the o
Because even though the truth can set you free, that doesn't mean it won't be painful
"My name is Cammie"
"No, what's your full naraphthe aforee
I thought about my mother's words of wisdoan"
The room around me was completely bare, except for a stainless steel table, two chairs, and a lass I probably wasn't the first Gallagher Girl to sit in that sterile room—after all, debriefs are a part of the covert operations package Still, I couldn't help squir in the hard metal chair—maybe because it was cold in there,a slight underwear situation (Note to self: develop a wedgie theory of interrogation—there could totally be soknobs and punching keys, trying to figure out what the truth sounded like co
"The Gallagher Acadeation procedures until we're juniors, you know?" I said, but the man just muttered, "Uh-huh"
"And I'm just a sopho out all screwy or anything I'ation" Yet
"Good to know," he mumbled, but his eyes never left the screens
"I know it's just standard protocol, so just…ask away" I was babbling, but couldn't seem to stop "Really," I said "Whatever you need to know, just—"
"Do you attend the Gallagher Acade Women?" the man blurted, and for reasons I will never understand I said, "Uh…yes?" as if it ht be a trick question
"Have you ever studied the subject of Covert Operations?"
"Yes," I said again, feelingback to me
"Did your Covert Operations coursework ever take you to the town of Roseville, Virginia?"
Even in that sterile rooton, DC, I could alht last Septes
My storowled as I said, "Yes"
Polygraph Guy made notes and studied the bank of monitors that surrounded him "Is that when you first noticed The Subject?"
Here's the thing about being a spy in love: your boyfriend never has a na to call him josh He would always be The Subject, a person of interest Taking away his na him away, or as left of him So I said, "Yes," and tried not to let my voice crack
"And you utilized your training to develop a relationship with The Subject?"
"Gee, when you say it like that—"
"Yes or no, Ms—"
"Yes!"
Which, I would like to point out, is not nearly as bad as it sounds since, for exah someone's trash Seriously Once it hits the curb it is totally fair game—you can look it up