Only The Goode Spy Forever

Chapter 89: The Gone Girl

("I will give you a new heart and put a spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh." -Ezekiel 36:26)

  Chase Goode marched through the halls of the Academy. It was silent, the school was asleep. He threw open the door to a suite. He looked at the beautiful girl asleep in her bed. His face softened for a moment. She was finally home. He shook off his feelings and grabbed her arm tightly. Bree bolted awake.
"Come with me," he hissed. Bree looked angry, but she followed him. Chase drug Bree to their spot: the P&E Barn. Bree was in a purple v-neck, shorts, and a gray robe. She glared at Chase.
"What do you want? It's so late," she grumbled.
"I want to know what the hell happened to you," Chase snapped. Bree took a step away from him.
"I was with Catherine. It wasn't just her. There were lots of kids. Some were our age. I was safe," she explained. Chase's eyes fell to her hands as she fingered the locket around her neck.
"Did she torture you? Wipe your memory? Anything like that?" He asked.
"Chase, no!" Bree expressed. She sighed. "I. Was. Safe."
"Then where's the girl I know? I feel like I don't even know you anymore," Chase said sadly.
"I grew up. I'm going to be a huge leader soon. Catherine is preparing me. I can change the world," Bree said.
"For better or for worse?" Chase asked. Bree frowned.
"Why am I even here? You obviously don't care about what I have to say. Your mind is already made up. I can't change it. You think I'm gone. I finally found my place and you want to take that away from me," Bree snapped. Chase looked as if he had been slapped in the face.
"Your place was never meant to be with her! It was meant to be next to me!" Chase sighed in frustration.
"Yeah? Well too little too late. You lost your chance Chase," Bree said. She started for the door. She turned her head and spoke to him one final time. "You lost me."
* * *
Chase sat in his covert operations class. Solomon dumped materials across the desks. Chase gulped. They were guns. He wanted the group to assemble them.
"Ah, Ms. Morrison. We're glad you're back. Take a seat," he said to Bree. Bree sighed as she realized that her seat was next to Chase. "Chase is the only one who knows what these are and how to assemble them. I expect the rest of you to pay close attention." The class all moved in on the weapons. Chase heard a familiar click and whipped his head around. Bree had assembled a gun perfectly and was looking at it like it was nothing.
"Oh my gosh!" One of her roommates said. Solomon rushed to her and took it out of her hands.
"How did you do that?" He shouted.
"They taught me in Australia," Bree said with a shrug. "It's easy. It took me a little longer to learn how to aim, though. Someone helped me and now I'm pretty good."
"Put that down, Bree," Solomon said cautiously. Bree dropped it as if it was nothing. Chase could have sworn that time stopped as sirens wailed.
"CODE BLACK CODE BLACK CODE BLACK," they pierced the air. Chase jumped out of his seat and grabbed Bree's hand. Bree pulled away and sprinted towards the door.
"Bree, stop!" Solomon shouted. Bree threw the door open and Chase had enough. He chased after her despite the protests from everyone else. The security measures sealed off the room with cement. The lights went out and Chase blindly followed the sounds of Bree's feet.
"Bree, wait!" He shouted. He heard her crash to the ground. He leapt for her, but he was pretty sure he stepped on her hand.
"Make it stop!" Bree screamed as she covered her ears. Chase was confused. She should have been used to the drills.
"Bree if you don't get up we're going to get sealed in here. Do you want that to happen?" Chase asked. Bree sniffed and shook her head no. Chase nodded and pulled her to her feet. They sprinted towards the front of the school. Doors sealed behind them with every step.
They finally made it to the front. Rachel Solomon was standing behind a guard who had a gun pointed at a boy. A boy with bleach blonde hair that was almost white. A boy with icy blue eyes. They were going to shoot him. He was an intruder.
"Stop!" Bree screamed. Chase looked at her as if she was crazy. She sprinted in front of the boy, blocking him from the aim of the guards.
"Hold your fire," Rachel said calmly. "Step out of the way, Bree."
"No!" She shouted. "I know him. He's not a threat. He's here for me."
"Who is he?" Chase asked.
Bree turned around and smiled brightly at the boy. "Dallin," she said. He grinned at her and Bree jumped into his arms. Chase's heart dropped. He held his breath as Dallin wrapped his arms around Bree. Chase tried not to kill him as he noticed Dallin's hands slipping lower and lower down Bree's back.
"That's enough," Chase said bitterly. He pulled the 2 off of each other and glared at Dallin.
"You must be Chase," Dallin chuckled. Chase glared at him in response.
"You must be leaving," Chase said sarcastically. Dallin grinned at him and Chase hardened his glare.
"Dallin was with me in Australia," Bree explained. He taught me how to shoot and hunt and basically survive on my own."
"Why have you come?" Rachel asked the pale looking boy.
"For her," he said as he pointed his finger at Bree.
"She's not going anywhere," Chase said sharply as he stepped in front of her.
"Chase," Bree hissed as she glared at him. "Lay off, Dallin is my friend."
"And you're my responsibility," Chase countered. Bree chuckled, a mocking sound.
"Your responsibility?" She asked in a mock way. "I don't think so. I think I'd rather listen to Dallin." Chase's mouth dropped and he looked shocked. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go talk to Dallin."
"Bree," Chase started.
"In private," she snapped at him. Bree grabbed Dallin's arm and they left. Rachel and Chase watched them leave.
"She's confused," Rachel soothed.
Chase watched the girl that he loved laugh and sling her arm around another man's arm. "No," he said softly. "She's gone."