Gallagher Girls: Second Generation

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"Remember ladies, your goal is to walk around all of downtown, maybe even shop a little, tail free, and in 2 hours meet me at the wonder store and if you're still tail free, you pass. Just remember ladies, notice things" Grandpa Solomon instructed.

This was our first mission as 10th graders, and I wasn't about to fail! I mean seriously, who's going to be able to tail 'invisible', like my code name says, I'm invisible, just like my mom, who was and still is the 'chameleon', the best pavement artist ever.

I looked back at Gracie, the only one of my 3 friends to stay on the Cov. Ops. track with me, and the boldest out of the four of us, I guess she gets it from her moms side, the Baxter's can be pretty outgoing. But by the time I turned back around, gramps was gone without a trace.

Gracie ran up to me and squealed, "Lets go shopping!" While dragging me away. She is most definitely good at acting like a normal teenage girl at the mall. Oh wait, she's not acting, she's just being Gracie.

Four stores and six shopping bags later I noticed a tail or should I say, tails. It was boys. Two boys. I couldn't help but notice their firm six pack under their tight white wife beater shirts. I must not have been the only one to notice because Gracie whispered almost inaudibly in my ear, "Blue jacket, dishwasher blond, with blue eyes and-" I cut her off.

"And Red hoodie brunet with brownish eyes." I finished.

"I don't think they're following us to be like our tails, but because they like us" Gracie squealed, while clutching my arm, making a U-turn and dragging me towards the guys.

"Why hello ladies" the brunet said, quite confidently I might add, when we were in hearing range, pretending to tip an invisible hat with the most annoying cute smirk ever plastered on his face.

"May I ask your fine lady's names?" The blond questioned.

"My names Hazel." Gracie said giggling, the perfect lie.

"And yours?" He asked nodding his head towards me.

I glanced at Gracie, who discreetly signed with her hands, in SSL (Spy Sign Language) which we made up at the age 8, 'be the opposite of self.' So I started giggling like mad and said "my names Snow, what's your guy's names?" Batting my eyelashes flirtatiously.

"My names Brandon, and he's Chuck." The brunet, or now known as Brandon, said.

"What. Cute. Names." Gracie squealed. Man Gracie's like a pro at flirting! Wait, that's not a surprise we are talking about Gracie hear, queen of all things guys, I heard from uncle Grant that Aunt Bex was the same way.

But just then static filled our comms unit and the boys flinched, just slightly, not even noticeable to untrained eyes, and I knew we both knew the boys were are tails. So I thought fast, and using the oldest trick in the book, said, "I'm sorry but I like really have to pee, come on Hazel, we'll be right back guys, you stay right here." I pointed to where they were currently standing.

Once me and Gracie were in the safety of the restroom, we climbed out the back window before, heading out to go to the wonder store. Once we got there my internal timer hit 2 hours, right on time. I took a quick glance at my surroundings, there in the store were the other 7 Gallagher girls in Cov. Ops. But standing next to Tina jr (who surprisingly doesn't act anything like her mom) was a man (who was roughly about 35 years old and as Gracie would likely put it, well, Hot)

"Good job ladies." The man said while walking over to the window to flip the open sign to closed, "You all got here on time, and if you're wondering who I am, which I'm sure most of you are, I'm the Cov. Ops. teacher for the Blackthorne institute for troubled young men, but I assume you all know that's just a cover for the spy boys in training. Mr. Solomon let me Congratulate the Gallagher students who passed their mission, except for one thing. I'm not going to be congratulating you, you girls actually failed your mission."

"And how's that?" I gawked, trying to think of what we could've done wrong.

"You ladies didn't lose your tails." The man said smirking, ok if he keeps acting like this I'm gonna tell mom. Just then 9 boys stepped out of the shadows. I glanced at all the boys before my eyes landed on 'Brandon' and 'Chuck'. I put a scowl on my face watching them as 'Brandon' watched me.

"You know if you keep that look on your face it's gonna get stuck like that." I heard before whipping around squealing and tackling my awesome twin brother in a hug. He replied with, "I missed you too Gilly Billy." While chuckling slightly.

I was too busy clutching my brother for dear life, I didn't notice the two boys that tailed me and Grace and another boy walk up to us until they started to talk.

"Do you think she's his girlfriend?" 'Brandon' asked his friends.

The unknown boy answered, "Yes most definitely! Hey, Blake, why didn't you tell us about your girlfriend? Guys, does his dad even know."

He reluctantly pulled away a little so only I could see his face, and made a disgusted look complete with his tongue sticking out the slightest bit. I laughed so hard, I was on the floor laughing.

The boys just responded to my behavior by asking Blake "What's wrong with your girl dude?"

"Well, I hope my daughter is not my sons 'girl'. And I also hoped you boys were trained well enough to know that Gilly and Blake are not dating but are twins, I mean seriously, they look a lot alike." My dad, the Blackthorne Cov. Ops. teacher, said.

I peeled off of my brother once again but only to cling to my dad. The facial expressions Blake's friends made were hysterical (a mixture of disgust, shock, and confusion.)

Once my dad finally left, Grace decided to bless us with her presence.

"Hey if it isn't Racie Gracie" Blake exclaimed enthusiastically, while poking her stomach, before pulling her into a short hug.

"Ya and if it isn't Blakey wakey." She teased speaking in a baby voice, while she messed up his hair.

"Who are your friends blake?" I questioned with a nod in the boy's direction. But he only replied with a smirk before all the blackthorne boys just disappeared (man their Cov. Ops. teach, my dad, must be a Goode teacher), but then again I knew we weren't seeing the last of them, my brother likes to finish what he starts.