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Cammie's POV
The first thing I knew when I ran away from the Gallagher Academy was that I was going to need a cover. Somewhere to stay, someone to know so I didn't have to be my Chameleon self all the time, because after so many days of staying in hotels and constantly hiding, I was going to run out of money, so I had to pick pocket someone, and keep pick pocketing people unless I found another way to live without getting found. And that's just what I did.
I had been "on the run" for a week now but I hadn't exactly been running the whole time. The second day after I had left the academy I had pick pocketed 10 people, gotten 7 ID's, $500 cash, and hacked 5 databases on my free time when I got bored on my laptop in a café. Not too bad. But while I was out getting money; in other words; pick pocketing, I had noticed one of the people was different from all the others. No, not appearance, no, not age, and definitely not size. It was just simply the way she walked and for some reason, she looked familiar. She had confidence and was very quiet and sly in all her movements.
I sat down on a bench, put my sunglasses on so she couldn't see me watching her, and just watched her every move. She pick pocketed a total of 20 people, with great technique I might add, and very quick movements, stole 3 hot dogs from a hot dog stand, not very impressive, she was just hungry not trying to get any money or anything, but the hot dog owner guy was very protective of his hot dogs. I laughed out loud then put back on my poker face. She stole 4 cell phones, planted a tracking device in it, and returned it to each of their pockets in a total of 10 seconds. Then hacked into more databases while bored sitting in the café, just like me. Okay, so she was good. I stood up getting ready to walk away as she passed me silently and accidentally bumped into me, or at least at the moment I thought it was on accident.
"Sorry, excuse me." she said quickly apologized. I just quickly said 'its fine' and walked away as I put my had in my pocket to grab some cash from my pocket to get a hot dog from the stand, because unlike her, I pay for my hot dogs, except, my hand grabbed onto nothing but air. I checked my other pocket in panic but I found nothing. I have no money, but that's not right because I just stole $500. My eyes widened as I realized I had just been pick pocketed, by that same girl I had been watching, and I didn't think twice about it. I knew what I had to do, I had to figure out who she was, get my money back, and see if I could help her out because she obviously had a purpose for stealing all that money and I needed a cover and somewhere to stay, so I walked slowly as I tailed her quietly to wherever she was headed, little did I know, she was no spy, her name was Kat and she was a highly professional thief.
I watched her walk into a big mansion and close the door behind her without looking back. Here goes nothing I thought. I walked up to the house and picked the lock(easily I might add) and walked into the house quietly. I didn't want to be shy and beg for my money back, I wanted to walk in there with a who cares attitude and 'I prance into houses all the time full of good, I don't know what they are yet, so I'm just gonna call them spies, and announce that I want my money back.' That's the attitude I had to have or else they wouldn't be impressed, and I desperately needed to impress them.
"Hey, I'd like my money back if you don't mind." I said impatiently putting up my act with an attitude. All eyes were up and looking at me with surprised faces. I took a minute to take in my surroundings, and when I say a minute, I mean exactly 5.2 seconds; a tall, cute boy about my age leaned against the wall casually beside the short girl I saw on the streets who looked about my age too, and as I looked around, I noticed everyone looked about my age. A really pretty girl a little older than me, I guessed, stood beside a boy squinting and typing quickly across his computer as if he was the only one who hadn't noticed a random girl was in the room. And 2 boys, they looked like brothers, sat across the room obviously thinking hard as they attached all sorts of wires on a huge explosive device; some sort of bomb.
"Who are you, and what are you talking about?" asked the tall boy who was now standing up and staring at me.
"Umm, I happen to be here because someone," I said giving a big glare the short girl's way, "decided to try and pick pocket me, and I'd like my money and ID back."
"You pick pocketed her, made it noticeable, and let her trail you here?" he asked angrily but then quickly softened his voice as her face dropped and he felt bad about yelling at her. They're definitely either best friends or a couple, so, don't mess with the guy, I made a mental note to myself. But who said I wanted to? I have Zach back at home, oh, Zach. I almost forgot about him. But it's no time for letting my guard down and getting emotional, I had to get some information out of them.
"No!" she yelled back but quickly softened her voice too, "I didn't notice her trailing me or know that she realized I pick pocketed her, so, she must be good, because I wasn't off my game today." she admitted.
"Who are you?" The tall girl asked finally joining the conversation.
"Does it really matter? And who says I should have to tell you? You're the ones who stole my money so I say you should do the talking first." I said trying to act confident. They glanced at each other as if talking in code just by the look in their eyes I could tell they were saying 'might as well, what's the worst that could happen?'
"Ok, fine. We are highly trained con artists." he said smiling.
"You want to explain that in English please?" I said grinning back.
"We, we perform cons and steal things-" he said slowly and he didn't have to go any further. I realized what they were and just who I was dealing with as I gasped silently and my eyes widened, and why she had looked familiar in the streets earlier. These were the enemies of people like me; just as talented, but different ways of doing things. No, definitely not our biggest enemy like the circle is, but they're the reason spies like me exist; to fight off them. To find them, catch them, and arrest them. They were the reason we had a job; they steal, we catch them in the act.
They were thieves; criminals. And how did I recognize her, you might wonder? Well since spies like us are sometimes assigned in CIA operations for our CovertOps class, we sometimes go to the scene, and a scene I happen to remember quite well was at a museum where a fire had been started and kids were found "stuck inside." But I knew these kids for who they really were; this was the crew that robbed the Henley.
Believe me, it's quite hard to convince trained spies that someplace was robbed, when nothing was found missing. You can't lose something you never knew you had, right? So that's why, when I watched these innocent looking kids walk away from the museum during my CovertOps class a year ago, not interrogated or questioned, I knew they had to be good. I couldn't tell them who I really was, or they were erase my memory, kick me out, or possibly kill me and make it look like an accident, so I decided to not tell them anything at all and just play it cool like I wasn't standing beside my enemies.
"Oh yeah," I shrugged as if it was a given and I was unimpressed, "you're the one's that robbed the Henley."
"How do you know about that?" they all looked at me alarmed.
"Doesn't everyone?" I asked, and they just shrugged as if they agreed with me.
"So, you gonna tell us who you are?" One of the boys that was working on the bomb asked.
"Nahhh, figured you don't have to know. But I do want to be a part of this." I said motioning to the crew.
They started laughing as if I was a child and they had to explain everything slowly to me.
"No one just waltzes into our house, not only doesn't tell us her name, but also leaves out the part of who she is, and gets to be trusted and a part of our crew, even for a short amount of time, even for one job." said Hale with a laugh, but I didn't find it funny. I needed this badly, I didn't care I was going to be helping and working with my enemies because I had far worse enemies than them; the Circle. I needed a cover and a way to stay low for awhile and being in the thief business is just that, so that's why I said this next.
"Then let me show you what I got." I said with a mischievous grin.
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