My feet felt heavy and slow as I wove through clothes racks and confused shoppers. I wiped the sweat on my forehead with the back of my hand, and even though it was approximately 102 degrees Fahrenheit here in Miami, I felt shivers roll down my back when I thought about what I was about to do. I bit my lip and fought back the tears. My chest squeezed and contracted, thumping wildly, as I caught sight of them again. The victims I was following. I cleared my spinning head, my natural spy instincts kicking in.

They were two seemingly normal teenagers. For a second, I couldn't breathe. To an outsider, an unfamiliar person, they wouldn't look unusual at all. But to me, a seasoned spy, I could see the minute differences they tried so hard to cover up. Their t-shirts were dusty and old, their jeans ripped. Even from three yards away, where I was pretending to look at a rack of skirts, I could tell their backpacks were too full. Full of what would probably be spy equipment, everything they would need on the run. Tears blurred my vision again, and I froze. I knew I couldn't do what I had to do next. The fans whirred above me, and I faintly heard birds squawking about outside. Girls my age rushed by, blocking my targets from my sight, talking loudly.

"I know you can see them, Cam. When are you going to make your move?"

My earpiece crackled, but the familiar voice was still too sugary sweet in my ear.

I looked back at the boys, both tall, with wide shoulders, and perfect features. I felt torn, and wished with all my heart that everything would turn out all right.

"I… Soon." I replied. I stared at them for a moment longer, trying to prolong the moment, trying to let them be free for a few more moments, and at the same time, I gathered up all my courage and gut. All my years of spy training hadn't taught me how to betray somebody. Suddenly, even though I was looking down at the skirts and not at them, I sensed something had changed.

They'd seen me.

Immediately, out of the corner of my eyes, I saw him take a step forward, then look around hesitantly. The other boy nodded encouragingly, smiling at me. My insides burned. Then he rushed towards me.

"Cam. Oh, Cam, I'm so glad you're okay." He pulled me into a hug, and reluctantly, I put my arms around him.

"I'm fine. How are you?" I asked him, trying to keep my voice from wobbling. It was the only way. It was the only way, the only way to save him.

"We need to go somewhere safer," I told him. He nodded, and looked around. The other boy came towards me, grinning.

"Cam! I'm glad to see you okay."

"Um, you too. Come on, this way." I led them towards the café around the corner.

"Cammie, are you okay?"

I stopped, and looked back at him. I grabbed the arm that was around my waist, and even though I was screaming on the inside not to, handed it back to him.

"No, Zach, I'm not okay."

His smile faltered worry spreading across his features. I took in his dark eyes and dark messy hair, just the way I liked it. He was tanner and possibly wider in the shoulders. I sighed internally; I had missed him so much.

"What's wrong?" His eyebrows creased. "What's wrong, Gallagher Girl?"

"Everything," I whispered, my voice breaking, "everything."