Hey Guys!
This is my first story publishing on fanfiction. It's basically my version of GG5 that keeps me entertained until March when the real masterpiece by Miss Ally Carter comes out. But, basically the story of what happens next through the means of a journal by Zach found 5 years after it's last entry, but that's the only information I'm gonna give you. You'll have to find the rest out for yourselves by reading!
I hope you enjoy and tell me what you think! Thanks!

Disclaimer: To be the creative and talented Ally Carter is only an impossible wish of mine.

A Record of Covert Operations
- by Zachary Goode -

Document obtained at Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women within an uncovered passageway through the grand fire place within the Academy's library on the first level. Contents include detailed entries by Operative Zachary Goode concerning the CIA-independent off-record rescue mission of Cameron Ann Morgan and an array of torn pages of previous writings. These are the pages that remain.

We found her.
She's here.

I honestly can tell you that before now, I thought I knew what it meant to be afraid.
I thought everyone might have some clue of how it is to be fearful.
Whether they're fearful of animals.
Fearful of heights.
Fearful of failure.
Fearful of whatever.

But, I will tell you right now.
You have never experienced actual fright.
Because being frightened is at a negative minimum when you can't ride the new rollercoaster at the theme park or you wait in your car until the guy walking the shih tzu is at least 50 feet away.

And, I only just recently found out that even my perception of fear [making the wrong step; my skills failing me to the extent that the only things I have left disappear] were nothing compared to real fear. Deathly fear. A fear that could hinder any spy's performance.
A fear that's like a piercing screech.

Like the kind that echoes through a buried unknown headquarters , no matter how thick the cement walls are, and seeps into the air vents you're navigating through silently.
The kind that makes your ears feel like their being burned raw.

And, it's only when there's a break in that screech that you notice.
It's not a just the sound of fear. It's a scream.
A human's scream. A scream of agony and pain.
Cammie Morgan's scream.

That's what real fear is.
A fear, that even when the screaming stops momentarily, continues to burn your ears, and paralyzes you for a good 3 minutes, making your coms go wild and Joe Solomon's voice frantically try to reconnect with you. But, you can't speak. And, all you can think is.

We found her.
She's here.

And, we're going to get her out.

But, whether that mission will prove successful.
Whether she would get out of this alive
Whether anybody would get out of this alive.
and that it would all be done in less than the fifteen seconds that the fastest bullet could reach any and all agents' heads and confirm death of the only people on the planet that had enough information to bring down the perhaps the most lethal organization in the world.

That's where the fear comes in.
That's what sends you running back to base to regroup.
Because, with that scream, everything changed.

We found her.
She's here.
And, despite our lack of longing to admit it,
we're all scared senseless.