Spy Camp (m+f+/m+f+) Part 36

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The gray Land Rover’s tires spun on the broken concrete as Giselle’s parents left her happily for the summer. Giselle was sixteen, deeming herself too old to spend her vacation at whatever remote lake with a native-sounding name, but wise enough not to squander her young, carefree years flipping burgers or picking blueberries. When the leaflet arrived (or two weeks later, three hours before registration closed), her mom had signed her up for five weeks.

“Welcome, Giselle,” the young woman behind the counter said, wearing an ill-fitting suit. “Last one to arrive today. Almost half an hour late.”

“Traffic was terrible,” Giselle sighed, letting herself fall on the couch. She omitted to mention they had left an hour later than planned because she had overslept.

The blonde did not argue and smiled. “Camp rules: This is the last time your real name is mentioned. From now on, never mention it to anyone. Don’t respond to it.”

Giselle sighed again. Her parents had tried this two years ago as well. “So I get a number? Geez, just tell me I’m tricked into another reeducation camp. The previous attempts were also unsuccessful.”

The blonde exchanged a smirk with her brown-haired partner. He sat down opposite Giselle. “No, we are absolutely not here to reeducate you. On the contrary, you will enjoy much independence here.”

“We don’t desire to crush your spirit but bend it to its fullest potential,” the blonde added with a sugar-sweet smile.

“I bet,” Giselle sneered as those answers had enhanced her distrust. This place spouted the same bullshit talk as every counselor and coach. Still, the two young adults did not take her bait.

“Due to the nature of YSTC, we will provide you with clothing and everything else you require. Is there anything in your luggage you need? Medicine, contact lenses fluid, menstrual products? Please get them out. Then change.”

Giselle received a canvas bag and entered the tiny changing room in the office building. Expecting an ugly, ill-fitting, brightly colored t-shirt, the sight of black ripped jeans, a salmon crop top, dark green shoes, and a black cap delighted her. They had even included decent sunglasses. “Couldn’t I just wear my own clothes?” Giselle inquired, letting her long black hair fall down her back.

“No, too many ignorant parents write names on the labels,” the guy remarked. “Can’t have that happen. Besides, you gotta be undercover during your first mission. Now hand me your phone, please.”

“Why?”

“Life’s hectic. You’ll either shatter or lose it. You’ll have disremembered it within days.”

Giselle sighed and handed the man her phone. The excuse was horrible.

“Anything you demand from your luggage? Last chance.” The teen took out her entire toilet bag, but he forbade it, only allowing the essentials. That is, what men call essential. He padlocked her suitcase and phone in a big red locker, and Giselle missed her phone already. Working had been the better option as she could hang out with fun people in the evenings instead of these wet blankets.

“Finally, losing entails consequences here. You might be restrained. To confirm, you have no history of panic attacks, claustrophobia, or anything related?”

“Nope, not all,” Giselle yawned back on the couch. “But I don’t consent with any corporal punishments. You said this is no reeducation camp.”

“It’s not. We merely like our games to have non-trivial stakes,” the blonde said deviously. Giselle already envisioned doing the dishes every night without pay. “Enough introductions. You’re already late. And remember, don’t mention your own name.”

The counselors locked the front door and steered her through the old-fashioned office building. What camp had such a bland, unimaginative headquarters? Where were the moldy cabins and outdoor activities?

They entered a small, windowless classroom, where three girls and two boys were seated, each dressed in casual clothing. In front of them stood a middle-aged man in a suit with a red tie belonging to the eighties. His suit embodied his entire personality.

“Welcome, to YSTC,” he greeted. “You’re late. We almost moved on without you. Please, seat yourself.”

Giselle obeyed, seizing a chair in the back and tipping it against the wall. She suppressed the overwhelming urge to introduce herself to provoke the counselors.

“This afternoon, you will embark on your first mission as spies.”

Giselle grinned. Spies? Lame. Had her parents signed her up for a camp intended for 8-year-olds? The man in his fifties seemed too old and sincere to force teenagers to play stupid games. She had not read the camp’s leaflet.

“Your objective is simple: Purchase all items on your list from the mall and reach your extraction point within 6 hours. It sounds straightforward, but you encounter a formidable foe: your fellow campers. They have your photos, and if they stop you, you lose. And losing, like for a genuine spy, bears severe consequences. You better don’t find out.”

The man’s solemn style amused Giselle throughout his lengthy and tedious briefing. The game was played in public, so unnecessary attention had to be avoided. There were some rules about capturing opponents, but she did not pay attention. Her enthusiastic classmates were silly and asked questions in excitement. She only cared about the laziest way that made her avoid the punishment, likely cleaning or detention.

“Now go. Don’t get caught. Be stealthy. Don’t pull attention to yourself. Omit confidence. Show us what you have in store. Do not disappoint me!” the man continued. The young counselors distributed backpacks with supplies: a phone, map, and shopping list. In addition, it contained cash to pay for the groceries. The amount of detail surprised Giselle: all bags were distinct, and the black minivan with its tinted windows was movie-worthy.

The group halted at a parking lot a mile from the mall and had to leave the van. The other new campers snickered like middle schoolers in excitement, annoying Giselle.

“Your six hours start now. Good luck,” the blonde declared before driving away.

Giselle rolled her eyes. Six hours for a simple assignment was too long, but at least these nerds would not babysit her. She vowed to make the most of her freedom. They had six hours, so spending an hour observing from afar would be strategical, wouldn’t it? Her opponents would be bored too.
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I really like the atmosphere you created here [mention]Beaumains[/mention] - this is no ordinary bootcamp. And I guess Giselle will soon learn that things are not that easy how it seems - and never underestimate nerds :)
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Interesting premise.

I can't wait to see the next part, and how Giselle deals with her fellow campers.
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Interesting premise I can't wait to see what happens next :D
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Great stuff.

Interesting choice for the protagonist. Most stories would include somebody who is eager and excited to start the games, but Giselle is kind of bored and completely oblivious to the games and potential punishments. Really excited to read what's next.
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Interesting environment, giving lots of opportunities. Great main character, although we have not learned too much about her yet, but I suspect that will change. Looking forward to what will happen at the mall. I bet Giselle has to learn her lesson :D
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I like this so far! Excited to see more!
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This is a great beginning, [mention]Beaumains[/mention]. You have captured my attention already. Does Giselle's education start now or does she have some tricks of her own to play?
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Agree: great kick-off! Looking forward to reading more...
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Good start to the story, I think Giselle may well be in for a few shocks along the way. :)
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Interesting start
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Hi, thanks for all the replies! I am far too busy in real life (and a bit too slow in my writing) to update as often as I would wish.
Caesar73 wrote: 1 year ago and never underestimate nerds :)
I did not say her fellow campers were actual nerds. Only in Giselle's opinion they are, and I am not sure how objective she truly is...
Mineira1986 wrote: 1 year ago Interesting choice for the protagonist. Most stories would include somebody who is eager and excited to start the games, but Giselle is kind of bored and completely oblivious to the games and potential punishments. Really excited to read what's next.
Yeah, her personality is a little unconventional. I think she's a lot more interesting this way and allows more possible reactions and character development. I hope it is not too annoying (I will tone it down in later chapters, but I had to set a tone in the first part).
slackywacky wrote: 1 year ago Great main character, although we have not learned too much about her yet, but I suspect that will change.
What do you mean? Do you want more physical descriptions or more background? I kinda omitted the former because I always forget what a character looks like. It is also not crucial for the plot (at this stage).

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The sun massaged Giselle’s face as she sat on a park bench on a small hill. The warm summer’s day made the characterless concrete jungle more bearable. The quality sunglasses allowed her to gaze over the mall’s massive parking lot without having to sneeze constantly. Her strategy consisted of waiting. The rest had rushed forward, entering simultaneously to surprise their opponents, and she solely had dissented and followed her own plan. She was not naive. The other five could as well have worn badges saying “amateur spy” on them as they looked like second-grade boy scouts, wearing caps and sunglasses to conceal their faces. Few here wore caps, but no one blocked their own vision by wearing them as low. Photos were unnecessary to identify them in the crowd.

The assignment still puzzled Giselle. The shopping list was weird but not outlandish.

-60 feet of ¼ inch thick rope
-20 candy bars
-1 roll of duct tape
-4 lbs of apples
-2 lbs rice


It sounded way too simple. It was nothing complicated, simply playing hide-and-seek in public. The extraction point was three miles away, and a minor river formed the sole possible obstacle. As such, she enjoyed her freedom and position. There was plenty of time left, and their opponents would grow bored fast.

Not much later, as Giselle sipped from her water bottle, something happened below. The tall, eager girl was escorted out by three smirking boys. For ordinary people, four teenagers left the mall to hang out elsewhere, and the company’s sole girl was disappointed. Even from afar, her body language was crystal clear. In reality, the biggest boy grasped her wrist and steered her. They traversed the parking area and entered another black van, but only the boys exited ten minutes later. The girl was still inside.

This made Giselle move. She had braided her black curly hair into two long braids, dangling over her chest. Whatever photo they had, her hairstyle would be completely different. She broke all fashion laws, but it was a stupid summer camp, so being fashionable was sinful altogether. Her strategy could end the game instantly, but she had nothing to lose. Therefore, she approached the van and put her head against the glass. The tinted windows on the side blocked too much light. She glanced in the car’s mirrors, only to see another girl. She was chuckling as they made eye contact. She rolled down the window.

“Got you,” she giggled. “Nice try. You’re new, right?”

“Eh, yeah,” Giselle stumbled. She glanced behind her, ready to run away. Then she had tried at least.

“Don’t run. I go by Hanover,” she smiled. “I’m just a counselor. You’re still in. Nice meeting you.”

“Oh, great. Thanks,” Giselle lied. “Could I speak to the other girl inside?”

“Sure, go ahead. I’m here for safety. I can’t help or hinder ya,” the blonde-haired counselor voiced and opened the door. Giselle climbed over her to reach the van’s back. “The lads forgot to lock the door, so it’s fair game.”

Only, that sentence never transferred from Giselle’s ears to her brain. Instead, her green eyes widened, and a gap between her blood-red lips formed as she gaped at the black leather couch. The captured girl lay on her stomach. Her arms were bent on her back such that she grabbed her elbows, and black rope held them together. Another rope ran over her shoulders and biceps, squeezing her shoulders back and inward. More ropes over her skirt forced her upper legs together, and her ankles were forced together over her boots. This last rope also connected back to her arms, pulling her ankle towards them. She was stuck and helpless. A bandanna around her head diminished her ability to speak.

“What the actual fuck,” Giselle cursed. She spotted an exit and turned around to prevent Hanover from overpowering her.

“She lost. She pays,” the blue-eyed counselor smirked.

“What?”

“You haven’t been briefed on the capture rules?”

Giselle was flabbergasted. The counselor was not moved or taken aback by the sight of the bound girl. “Eh, I think so… I didn’t expect this.”

“Your parents signed a waiver. This’s all fair game. Our games have stakes,” Hanover smiled. The masochist enjoyed her job. “She can’t escape, but it does not hurt much. Consequences force campers to consider their choices and maneuvers more thoroughly. Without risk, missions aren’t as exciting. Never been tied up?”

“Sort of. Long ago. Never this serious,” Giselle mumbled. She omitted being handcuffed when arrested for trespassing an abandoned hospital once. Her nephews tied her with scarves when she had to babysit, but she could escape them within a minute. Besides, they did not cover her mouth.

“Most are first-timers are shocked. No worries, it’s fun and much better than it looks in practice. So, what are you gonna do with her? Your choice.”

They kept talking about the bound girl as if she could not hear them. There was one humane answer. “Uh, release her?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

Giselle sighed and bowed down to the immobilized package of human flesh, held together like a casserole or turkey. She had feared the knots would be Gordian, but they loosened rapidly. It was not as easy as pulling the two strings of her shoelaces, but they did frustrate Giselle. Soon, she could stretch her legs again and pull them apart. Giselle focused on the arms next, concerned by the reddish marks the ropes had left, especially around her wrists and biceps. Lastly, she let the girl sit right up, who removed the red bandanna herself. A sponge had been underneath, forced into her mouth.

“Thanks,” she mumbled. She was not angry or sad but annoyed at most. The tie had not surprised her nor felt unjust. “Let’s get out of here.”

“One moment. Those rope marks are too obvious,” Hanover smirked. “Wear this.” She handed Giselle’s new companion a black leather jacket. “Good luck, girls!”

The van’s door closed, and Giselle sped out of the parking lot, trailed by the tall prisoner she had released. No opponent had perceived them.

“What now?” the girl whispered to Giselle. Her enthusiasm had returned. “What’s your plan?”

“I’m clueless,” Giselle said. There was no need to whisper. “And yours?” She searched for another bench and sat down. No need to waste energy.

The girl kept standing. “I, uh, don’t know. They seized my bag and thus my money to buy the supplies. I cannot win anymore. Maybe I can help you? Redeem me?”

Giselle sighed. She already regretted freeing this girl. Now her hours of freedom and privacy were ruined. The tie-up had not deterred her the slightest.

“I’ve nothing. I’m stuck here. Please?”

Giselle realized she was in trouble. Their enemies knew the extraction location. This foolish lass had impeded this mission. “They know your face, your clothes, and your demeanor already. Being with you is a risk. I’ll go inside alone, but first, I’ll wait.”
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Seems like Giselle learns something about the rules of engagement at this particular Spy Camp :) If she will put those lessons to good use remains to be seen - a bit selfish at the end of this chapter she was, but understandable. There is only the mission, so we will see :)
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Beaumains wrote: 1 year ago What do you mean? Do you want more physical descriptions or more background? I kinda omitted the former because I always forget what a character looks like. It is also not crucial for the plot (at this stage).
You are not one of those writers that start of displaying the main characters whole life story in chapter 1, leaving space for our imagination to play a part. Which is what I like. When details are needed, they will come, that's what I meant ;)

Great second chapter.
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Enjoyed it, for sure! There#s much in to come, I belief, which is great! :)
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Beaumains wrote: 1 year ago I hope it is not too annoying (I will tone it down in later chapters, but I had to set a tone in the first part).
Not for me =).

Good chapter! Giselle discovers right away the result of losing the mission. It raises the stakes right away.

I know she won't know the names of the counselors or the other participants... but I noticed that the girl she rescued doesn't go by any name. Will she be just a side character and discarded later? Is this the beginning of an alliance/friendship that starts with Giselle annoyed at the "dead weight" the new girl means for this mission?

There are many possibilities and I love it!
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I'm liking this so far, pretty interesting
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Mineira1986 wrote: 1 year ago I know she won't know the names of the counselors or the other participants... but I noticed that the girl she rescued doesn't go by any name. Will she be just a side character and discarded later? Is this the beginning of an alliance/friendship that starts with Giselle annoyed at the "dead weight" the new girl means for this mission?
Yeah, I noticed that problem also myself. I promise, she will be named soon. Also, one counselor told her her name already, so at leats now I have two names already ;)
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Another awesome part! I like Giselle's partner and Hanover. I eagerly await part 3!!! :D
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Interesting chapter Giselle now knows this is a real game with rules. She needs to make a plan, the girl she has rescued may help her evade capture. ?
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So far so good :D keep it up
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So far so good :D keep it up
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Again, thank you all for the kind words!

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In and out, but not too fast. Shoulders back and stroll lazily. Don’t draw any attention.

Giselle walked onto the parking lot once more. Now alone, having dumped her partner on the bench, she passed the first suspicious duo that could be on the lookout. Hunting for her. Regardless of the game being nonsensical and half-baked, nerves and paranoia affected her rationality. Having strangers following her movements and getting a tap on the shoulder would force her into a brutal punishment was unnerving. The stakes, being bound and humiliated, were enormous.

Behind a group of teenage girls, maybe two years younger, Giselle entered the mall. She stuck close to seem to be a part, but not overly close. She was not going to pickpocket them. Her heart desired to scout the area and count the pairs of eyes searching for her, but her mind urged her to remain casual and undercover. The mall had two entrances and three supermarkets, and Giselle decided to go to the middle one, assuming it would be less heavily guarded.

She sighed in relief as she passed the greeter. Her opponents would not be in the store itself, right? She saw none and grabbed her items: rope, candy bars, tape, rice, and apples. Especially the apples and rice were heavy. Math told her the twenty-dollar budget would not be totally depleted, so she also took a box of cheap ice cream. She paid and left confident, carrying the ice cream in her hand. Why would a target do that?

Giselle had been overconfident.

“Hey, how are you? We have been looking for you,” a short girl asked, clutching a pile of papers. Her icy-blue eyes stared into Giselle’s soul.

“Quoi?” Giselle replied. Keeping composed was a significant part of pretending. She had to act like she belonged and use her bilingual upbringing. “Je ne parle pas anglais.”

“Is it her?” a boy whispered into the girl’s ear. Dressed casually, they also did not look like spies.

Giselle moved her backpack down one shoulder, letting her hand cover the bag as a tourist cautious of pickpockets. Her face read many questions.

“Doubt.”

“Excusez Moi, mademoiselle,” the boy uttered with an awful pronunciation.

Tempted to turn around and walk away with a big smirk, Giselle had sufficient experience to know she was not out of the woods yet. She could be watched, and confusion was the sole reasonable expression. Hastily and protecting her valuables in her bag, she fled the mall and was not stopped again. She returned to the park. No one else questioned her. She looked back: No one had trailed her. Part one of the mission was a success.

Giselle’s companion gave her a hug as soon as she reached the park bench. “You did it! Great!”

“Thanks. I was lucky. I had no problems,” Giselle replied coolly, giving her one of the mediocre ice creams. “Let’s get going. Have you studied the map well? Any plans?”

“You were correct. The extraction zone is likely guarded. Our opponents are also playing against each other and could be awaiting at other locations. I wouldn’t be surprised if they guard choke points.”

Giselle smirked. This brown-haired girl had done her homework this time. She did not intend to be a burden for the mission, craving revenge. “So, what are the choke points? How do we circumvent them?”

“Only that stream. We gotta use one of the two bridges. I’d be waiting there too.”

Giselle sighed. At the minimum, these kids were clever enough to realize such trivial traps. “No way around? We got time.”

“Next bridge is 11 miles to the South or 8 to the East.”

“Dammit.”

The girl’s brown eyes were as defeated as her composure. “I know. It seems like our initial mission had to be a failure to teach us a lesson.”

Giselle smirked. This girl knew how to motivate her. Winning would prove how silly these other kids were. She loved doing things she was not supposed to do. “No other way to cross? Railroad bridges, perhaps? Ferries?”

”No. Absolutely nothing.”

”Then we gotta hitchhike. It’s too hot for a long hike.”

Giselle’s attitude impressed her ally. “Nope, nothing. Do you know how to hitchhike?”

“I’ve done it once or twice,” Giselle lied. As such, a plan was formed.

They walked to the state highway, which would traverse the nearest bridge. Giselle raised her thumb, as she had seen in the movies, and soon an elderly couple in an even older car halted. Giselle convinced them to be taken along for a few miles, and soon, the paths of the two duos split. On the bridge, she had spotted two girls, but in the middle of nowhere, between the wheat and sunflower fields, serenity ruled. The busy mall and concrete hell were replaced by farmlands.

“Let’s move,” Giselle urged, picking a random dirt road. Two fashionable girls on a backroad were like a red dot on a white canvas. They had to head into the forest, and Giselle intended to stay off the trails. Her companion would dislike that, but the extraction point was only half a mile away. Four roads led there, so an ambush was set easily. The other teens would be bored. Everything that moved would attract their attention, and another deception would never succeed. Sneaking was the sole option not to end up disgraced and tied up. Giselle despised that thought.

“Keep down,” Giselle hissed soon after. They had passed through the dark but open forest and reached its edge. Overlooking a vast field, they hid behind the last cover before the extraction point. Between them was nothing, save for two dozen people, most of them playing football.

“You’re hella serious now,” her companion taunted as they had settled down. “You were acting earlier? The nonchalance was convincing.”

“I prefer not to end up with a sponge forced into my mouth. That isn’t abnormal, is it?”

She laughed. “It’s not that bad. It’s not hurting or anything, only a bit embarrassing.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Then you shoulda signed up for another camp. It was clearly indicated.”

Giselle kept silent. Had her parents tricked her? Why?

“Also, most get invited. It isn’t advertised,” the girl added. “Any clue why you got asked?”

“No clue.” Giselle shifted the subject. She spotted Hanover in the distance and two of the boys that had captured her companion. Another boy lay on the ground, tied up. “It is desperate. We can never cross unseen.”

“Any more master plans?”

Giselle bobbed her head. “Nope. Let’s wait. Being too late is better than being tied.”

“Okay, boss! Two hours left.”


Ten minutes later, Giselle’s phone rang in her bag. Naturally, the number was anonymous.

“Any plans to move?” a man asked. He did not introduce himself. “Be honest. The rest is already captured, and continuing to play wastes everyone’s time.”

“Then let’s call it a game,” Giselle said. Of course, they had used the phone to track her.
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Giselle played that very clever, using her language skills - but then things went south .... so the first lesson is: Never us your mobile phone and think you are cleverer than your opponent :)

That story is soo much fun to read!

Well done [mention]Beaumains[/mention] !
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Maybe I should have been a little more clear. A man phoned her, so it could not have been an opponent (as they are children). It was one of the counselors, just preferring to end it instead of having everyone wait.
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