It's the End of the World

Chapter 13

On the way to the airport, when I wasn't asleep, me and Justin were talking about my suspects for the Control Zero.

"Actually, my list has been narrowed down to two people since most of them weren't there. The two people I still have are, Catherine, and Abby."

"Okay, why do you think those people might be the Control Zero?"

"Well, Abby is the only girl who likes me and Catherine hates my guts."

"Well, that's quite a difference there. Now, did anything happen at the dance to make those suspects more suspicious."

"Not that I can think of. I wasn't even really paying attention because I was so miserable."

"Wait a second. I just thought of something. So when Vesper One texted you, how did he know that you were at the dance?"

I thought about this. "The Control Zero probably contacted him. She was probably spying on me. Wait! I just remembered something! At the dance, Catherine kept on texting someone and looking back at me!"

"There you go, we have our answer! Catherine's the Control Zero!"

"This actually makes a lot of sense. Catherine hates my guts."

"You already said that."

"Me and her are really bad enemies. She has the perfect personality of a Vesper. She's evil."

"Check."

"She's really scary."

"Check."

"She's a puppy killer."

"Check."

"The first thing the Vespers wanted Amy and Dan to steal was a painting of Medusa. Catherine is Medusa."

"Check. Wait, that's mean. No wonder she hates your guts."

The next few days I was busy going on Cahill missions. On my first mission, I stole a lost Magellan artifact for the Vespers, and after that, I went on a mission to find out who the Vesper mole was, then to find the Vesper shield. Meanwhile, Amy and Dan were almost done running errands for Vesper One. The Vespers had almost finished their master plan. On my last mission, I had to go to New York for something. I was trying to go to sleep in my hotel room. I don't know if it was all the noise of New York, or if I sensed something bad was coming, but I couldn't go to sleep. I was looking out on my balcony with the song, New York's Not My Home by Jim Croce playing in the background.