Spy School: British Invasion

Chapter 13: Recovery and A Small Discovery

A/N  Happy Holidays everybody! Sorry for not updating, and I have my reasons (they're on my profile in announcements), but I really hope you're enjoying this story. It's been really fun to write, and I hope it's paid off. I'd say this story is about 3/5 done, but don't worry! I have another plot in mid for the sequel. All I'm going to say is, it will involve the Mofia. Please tell me if that's not something you are ok with. Now, enjoy chapter 13!

The Tube

Somewhere Under London

April 2

1100 hours

My legs are still shaking as we jaywalk across the street, heading to "the tube". It's what the British call the subway, and what the Europeans call the metro. Mike and Zoe have to steady me every now and then. Almost falling to your death has that effect.

Eventually, Cyrus gets tired of my stumbling and blank face. He then claps his hands really loud in my face. To my surprise, it works. Even though I was disoriented for a second, I am not as  nervous of going down the steps for the tube. I am, however, still wobbly.

"Jesus, kid." he mutters, rolling his eyes at the same time. "If that's scary to you, you would die of fright if you went through what I've been though."

I roll my eyes, and scoot away from him. This brings me closer to Zoe, who is arguing with Mike about Fortnite dances.

"They're so dumb!" Zoe was saying.

"Nope!" Mike said. "Fortnite is really fun, and the dances are cool!"

"Oh yeah?" Zoe asks. "If they are so popular, why does no one do them?"

"Plenty of people do Fortnite dances!" Mike said, feigning to be offended.

"Like who?" Zoe snorted.

This was, in fact, where Mike couldn't actually name anyone who does them, besides himself, obviously.

"Ha!" Zoe yelled, triumph in her voice.

"Will you two shut up?" Erica hisses. "This is the most idiotic discussion ever! And for the record, no one does Fortnite dances anymore besides my father and you, Mike. So, can it."

Well. I for one never expected that Erica even knew what Fortnite dances were. Or even, for that matter, knew what Fortnite is. I guess there's a first for everything.

The underground train slows down, and Cyrus ushers us off the train.

"But this is the wrong stop!" I said.

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is." Mike says, backing me up.

"We're not going back to the hotel this instant, kid." Cyrus says at Mike.

"Oh," Zoe mutters. "Then what are we doing?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Erica asks.

"Ummm, no, it isn't." Alexander says, and Murray backs him up.

"Of course, it isn't." Erica mutters under her breath.

"Sweetie, be nice." Catherine says to her.

Erica rolls her eyes, but nevertheless, stops talking before anymore mean things can escape her mouth.

"We are going to get phones." Catherine announces.

"Why?" Murray asks, hopeful.

"So, we can communicate important things!" Erica bursts out. "Is it really that hard to figure out?"