Only The Goode Spy Forever

Chapter 19: Blackthorne

Chase Goode walked through the barbed wire fence at the BlackThorne Institute for boys with a drag in his step. He was walking away from his family and towards his destiny. His father had told him stories, Chase knew what Blackthorne was. It trained boys to be assassins. Chase knew that wasn't the path he wanted to go down. His father had resisted the darkness and so had his grandpa Joe. Chase knew it was the darkness that had killed his grandfather, broken his mother, and birthed his father. Chase also knew it was the same darkness that wanted his sister.

Chase had talked to his father about it. He didn't want to leave his sister, he wanted to protect her. Chase and Zach both knew that this was the best way for him to protect her. To leave and come back stronger than ever. Chase made his way to the front of the main office. Two security guards grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Your uniform," they said, handing him a yellow jumper. Chase took it and stepped into the bathroom.

"Thanks," he muttered. He put on his jumper and studied himself in the mirror. He didn't look like the handsome, cocky boy that girls at his old school swooned for. He looked like a prison inmate. He grinned, he liked this cover. He made his way into Blackthorne's front office. A huge man sat at the front desk. He was bald and had veins popping all over his body. He studied Chase.

"You're a Goode," he stated. Chase nodded. "You're Zachary's son. You look just like him. I expect your abilities will be just as impressive as his?" Chase found his cockiness coming back. He gave the man his fathers signature smirk and nodded. His abilities weren't just as impressive as his fathers, they were more impressive.

"I'm Chase," he said. The man nodded.

"Headmaster Marcus. Do not disappoint me," the man said. Chase nodded.

"It's true, you do look just like him," a woman said coming from the hall. She had dark red hair and brown eyes. She was in a word, beautiful. She looked to be about 42. "My name is Abrielle, I was very close with your father." Chase furrowed his brow. His father had never mentioned her. And why was there a girl at Blackthorne?

"Ah, you've worked with him?" Chase asked. She started laughing. Chase frowned.

"No silly, I went to school with him," she teased. Chase's mouth dropped open. Blackthorne was an all boys school. His father definitely never mentioned her. She read the confusion on his face.

"He's my father," she said gesturing to the headmaster. "I'm the only girl who has ever been enrolled in the Blackthorne Institute. I probably will always be the only 1." She walked closer to Chase. She put her hand on his head. Chase frowned harder. "You have his hair. You've got his eyes too, I'd recognize them anywhere. But your lips... I'd never forget Zach's lips and those aren't his. You must have gotten them from your mother."

"His lips?" Chase questioned. His eyes were wide in shock. He was beginning to realize why his father didn't want to go and introduce him to the headmaster. Abrielle laughed again.

"Your father was quite a romantic back in the day. Is he still?" She asked. Chase couldn't believe what he was hearing. He'd always assumed his parents had only ever loved each other. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure if his mother had had any other boyfriend.

"He is to my mom," Chase spat, emphasizing the word mom. Abrielle frowned.

"Shame," she sighed. "The famous Cameron Morgan." Chase was uncomfortable. He didn't like hearing about one of his father's exes who was still clearly fawning after him.

"Yeah, she's one of the CIA's best operatives," he said proudly. Abrielle snorted.

"I'm sure," she said sarcastically. Then she squinted her eyes. "You can never trust a Gallagher Girl. Those girls are nothing but spoiled brats." Chase stepped back. He hated anyone who talked ill towards his family. He grabbed his schedule out of the headmasters hand.