Undercover

Chapter 8

Keefe

Keefe read and reread the note. It was understandable that she needed time but why didn't she tell them face to face? Also, did she get out without anyone noticing?

Keefe growled, he was very frustrated. This girl was mysterious and he promised himself he would figure her out. He looked around and saw other expressions that matched his own. 

He sighed, "Come on, let's go to bed." The others nodded and followed him upstairs into Fitz's or Biana's room. The silence was tense and no one dared to say anything. The room was soon filled with soft snoring, informing Keefe that his friends were now asleep. He honestly didn't know how they managed to do it, he was wide awake, questions plaguing his mind. 

~Time Skip~

Keefe woke up to someone shaking him up. He groaned and tried to swat them away but that only resulted in yelling.

"KEEFE WAKE UP!"

Keefe realized it was Biana and bolted upright. He did not want to see what an angry Biana would do to him if he didn't comply.

He rubbed his eyes and squinted before mumbling to Biana, "Let me brush my teeth and change." Biana nodded, content and left the room. He got ready and styled his hair and ran down the stairs, smelling waffles.

Unfortunately, before he could enter the kitchen, Biana stopped him, scowling.

"You said you needed to brush your teeth and change. That doesn't take 45 minutes!"

Keefe smirked, "Well, I also had to style The Hair. I thought that was implied."

Biana rolled her eyes, "No it wasn't." Keefe shrugged as if saying well that's not my fault and pushed past Biana, mouth watering when he saw the feast laid on the table.

"Shove over Bangs Boy, the Keefester is now here."

That was when all hell broke loose.

~Time Skip~

After they finished cleaning up after the Bangs Boy beatdown as Keefe named it, he proposed an idea. He tapped his glass with his throat only pausing to shoot Tam a glare as he had said "Here we go." He then turned to the others, "Actually Tammy, I was going to say we should find Foster."

Everyone looked skeptical. Marella was the first to say something, "Are you sure? She seemed like she wanted time alone." "Yeah but when someone says that, they actually mean that they want support."

They still didn't look convinced. "Tough crowd," Keefe thought. "Aw come on guys, If she really doesn't want us there when we find her, she'll just turn us away. They still looked grim but they nodded in agreement. Keefe was ecstatic, "Woo-hoo! This is gonna be a piece of cake!" he exclaimed while pumping his fist in the air.

~Time Skip~

It wasn't. The plan was simple, have Dex track Sophie's phone. It would've been easy if she didn't have an untraceable phone.!

"How does someone have an untraceable phone?" Dex hollered. "All phones leave a trace!" 

Dex was the best hacker and could do nearly anything, so when he failed he would start ranting about how it was the machine's fault, not his. These rants could go on for hours so Keefe just learned to tune it out. But this time it made sense. How did someone have an untraceable phone?

He groaned miserably. Sophie was getting more mysterious by the day.

Sophie

Sophie felt guilty for avoiding her friends. She owed them an explanation after what happened but she also knew her mission was more important. She was sent to the high school to identify and kill the Neverseen agent, not dilly-dally and make friends. 

She was doing this for them, really. She tried to convince herself that but in the back of her mind, she knew she was doing this for them as much as she was for herself. She didn't want to be weak, she didn't need to have friends, she survived this long without them and she could keep doing it. 

That was why she was currently shredding the dummy until there was nothing but fluff. She stepped back inspecting her work. She smirked, this is the Sophie I remember, she thought. 

She turned around, just about to leave but saw Mr. Forkle and two unfamiliar people watching her. She caught their gaze and gave them a small smile. "Hi, can I help you?" 

"Yes, Miss Foster, you certainly can. These are your new trainers, Sandor and Ro." 

"Oh ummmm why do I need new trainers?"

This is where Ro decided to butt in, "Well apparently, you've been slipping and we're here to fix that."

Sophie knew she wasn't focusing but hearing that others thought that too really stung. "Oh, so do we start today."

Mr. Forkle smiled, "No, I think you're good for today. You'll start Monday." With that, he turned around and left. Sophie stood awkwardly, waiting for them to asses their surroundings when Ro suddenly crinkled her nose in disgust and said, "No wonder, you haven't been training. This room is terrible." Sophie was about to defend herself and the room when Sandor cut in. "I hate to admit but she's right. This room is stuffy and isn't suit for fighting."

Sophie glared at them, "Well, where do you propose we train instead?"

Ro smirked, "That is for me to know and for you to find out, Blondie."

She narrowed her eye's and her glare turned deadly. Ro put her hands up in mock surrender. "And I thought my Dad was the master of the death glare." (Anyone remeber that from Nightfall)

"Anyway, I'll text you tommorow. See ya Blondie!"

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- Lover_Sokeefe