Blackthorne vs. Gallagher (Gallagher Girls Fanfic)

Chapter 9

After conferring with Mr Steve, he agreed to let us swap our P&E class with COW to get a little payback. All the boys were training in the gym, but we all felt pretty confident, I mean, they are girls after all. And some of them are so tiny, like Liz, who was about five feet; who could literally fit into my pocket. Even all the intelligence in the world can't beat God-given strength and we had both smarts and strength. All they had was the brains, and you can't have the brains without the brawn.

"What does Mr Solomon mean we are going to lose?" Grant brushes Mr Solomon's comment away, flexing his muscles and smirking. "We are stronger and therefore definitely going to win. I mean, did you see some of them? They are tiny, I bet even Jonas could even take them."

"But they took you down in the CovOps task and they took me down when I tried to hack into their school system," Jonas whines.

"Stop being a cry baby, you won't have to compete in the challenge," I retort back. "You are on the R&D track after all."

Jonas mumbled an incoherent reply under his breath, something along the lines of 'Thank God.'

Before Grant could make a wisecrack about his strength in comparison to Jonas' strength, Mrs Morgan walked into the room with the girls.

"I don't think so," Mrs Morgan starts, "everyone is going to do this activity."

"Especially as people from both the R&D track and the CovOps track asked for this," Bex says in aside eying us.

"Thank you Bex," Mrs Morgan continues, "It is mandatory to complete P&E no matter which track you are on, what if a lab is under attack, are the R&D pupils supposed to just stand there and get killed?" When no one responds, "Okay then, now that's sorted," she finishes leaving the room and leaving us to our own devices while she finds the other teachers.

As she leaves, the boys returned and began to try impress the girls by lifting dead weights or just weights in general to showcase their muscles and I assume, as per a few slight sighs filling the room, the girls approved. I cut my eyes towards Cammie and her group and by their glares, I think they are not.

Mrs Morgan returns as Mr Steve and Mr Solomon walk in with a new guest. A new lady guest. Their entrance forces us into the sparring studio next door so that we weren't surrounded by equipment.

"Hello!" as the room silenced Mr Steve exclaims, "Excellent!"

We are all about to start groaning, even the girls. They have only been here a couple of days and even they are tired of Mr Steve's "excellent" every 5 seconds. But before we are able to, Cammie silences us all by eyeing the lady and her mother. Then she confuses us all by walking up to the new lady and hugging her. Oh, except her core group of course, even the other Gallagher Girls have no idea what's happening.

"Hey squirt," the woman says, "clearly, I've missed a lot. You've grown."

"Aunt Abby," Cammie responds, emphasising the Aunt and returning to her place with the other girls while the rest of us stood shocked on the outside but we were mostly just used to being shook. They haven't even been here for a week and we are already getting used to surprises. We are trained not to react but even we are not ready for the amount of surprises that the Gallagher Academy brought along.

"Abigail Cameron," the person that Cammie called aunt, AUNT, introduced herself. "CIA DeepCover Agent."

Wait, ABIGAIL CAMERON? One of the most famous DeepCover agents in the CIA and the spy community altogether? Damn, the Morgan-slash-Cameron family is that good? I glance at my roommates with their facial expressions mirroring my own. DeepCover agents were the highest privilege and you can never guess which ones are because they have to be anonymous, but when someone is that good, like Abigail Cameron, the entire spy community knows.

"Okay, so who am I training Joe?" Abigail asks turning to Mr Solomon.

"Boys, you can have this studio, Mr Steve can lead Ms Cameron and the girls to the studio next door. Abigail, you can have the girls for the first half and the boys for the second. I'll be with the boys first."

"Ah, I see," she says looking at us. "Strength is only half of the battle and as a spy, sometimes, it's completely irrelevant," she concludes mysteriously and walks off to join the other girls.

"Okay, prepare yourselves as you are going to be absolutely demolished."

We look around with befuddlement etched out on our faces.

Mr Solomon sighs and eyes Grant, Jonas and me, "I warned you," before discussing how it was going to work.