16Here you go, I wrote the first three chapters before I published the story, so I'll post them all now. Oh, and I don't own the series!
Rachel's POV
I saw the water on the marble, did a quick scan of the surroundings – nothing interesting, and then I slipped. I skidded quite far, and I made my scream just the right volume to fake surprise, but not to attract any unneeded attention. "Oh my God!" Ashley yelled and helped me up, while Debbie grabbed my bag with a "My oh my!" and Alexia explained to Ms. Short and the rest of the group, who crowded around me. I said I was okay and continued walking with a bunch of Thank you's, and I was so happy with myself. I had proven that I was clumsy to my friends and to anybody who might suspect anything about me. Especially that creepy guy. But I didn't let him see my face, thanks do Debbie and Alexia. But he was still looking at me, and I did what all great spies do: I looked the other way instead of staring back, looked at his reflection in a window and talked to Alison about the musical we were going to see. But I kept looking at him, and I got a weird feeling.
Matthew's POV
We were on the street again, and Joe had stopped dragging. We were just walking slowly, when we heard a quiet scream. Carefully, we looked over, and saw a girl who had slipped. She was surrounded by other girls, all wearing the same Cambridge cap. I couldn't see any of their faces, the way they were huddled around the girl who slipped. I smiled to myself. I wondered what would happen to the world, if on every mission a spy was sent on, he'd slip. I chucked, and Joe looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was. Because two girls parted a little, and I saw the face of the girl who had slipped, and suddenly, my heart started pounding. I didn't know why, but I knew that it had something to do with her. Joe saw me and – does the guy read minds? – he started tailing them. The girl had gotten up, and they were walking, as fast as a bunch of girls and a few boys could while talking. They weren't hard to follow in the busy streets of London. We were across the street from them, and I turned to look at them. She was carrying a different bag, and it took me a while to realize who she was – they were all dressed similarly. But then I saw her reflection in a store window. I saw two scars on the right side of her face… Two scars… From bullets. One just above her eye, and on at the bottom of her jaw – how had she survived that? Suddenly, my world changed.
I turned my head to the left – it was in a closed building, lots of metal around. An arm entered my vision – was it mine? – and pulled the trigger on a gun. I saw a blurry face that started bleeding – right above her right eye. She turned, hit someone and grabbed something. My eyes focused on that. I needed that. I shot again, knowing that I needed to get that. I closed in on her. Her face was bleeding in two places now. Then she performed a perfect roundhouse kick, and I flew of the shelf we were standing on.
The flashback was over as suddenly as it had started. She didn't see me, and Joe hadn't noticed that I almost passed out. We were still following them, and then she laughed. I noticed her lips, and I remembered seeing them before: surprised, scared, and brave. She had her hands in her pockets, but I knew that if she took them out, I'd know more.
I landed on the hard floor, but two guys twice her size hit her, and she flew down too, but not before grabbing a shelf, turning her momentum around and knocking one of the guys out. Then she fell too, her lips showing how surprised she was. She was falling. On top of me. I had just gotten up, and she flattened me again, but we both got up. I needed that disk. But she ran. I was confused, on whose side was she? On whose side were the guys? But she ran, and I saw her tucking the disk into a small opening. I was positive that the guys didn't see it. One of them took out a gun, and held it to her head. And at that moment, I saw that she would tell them anything. When he asked her where the disk was, she shook, then pointed at me. She tried to say something, but just whimpered. I stood up, knowing that she wasn't on my side. I flung myself on the shelf again, and managed to knock one of them out. She slapped something on the other guy's forehead, and he passed out too. Then she grabbed the disk, got on a shelf, and with a perfectly concentrated look, she jumped on the next row of shelves. I followed her, and then we were both on the last row of shelves. There was just a wall now, the disk, and the two of us. Suddenly, the guy I had knocked out appeared, and he tried to climb on the shelf, but knocking it over, sending us both flying through a big window. And then we were falling, surrounded by shards, fifteen stories down. The last thing I remembered was her face.
I gasped, knowing what I didn't remember. But how had I gotten the disk from her? I didn't know. Joe turned to me. "You okay?" He asked.
"Sure," I lied, because that's what I do.
I hope you like it, it's a little crazy I know! Happy reviewing!