"Target in sight." I whispered into my comms.
"Alright, move in."
I dropped from the ceiling of the small house to the floor, and approached the girl that had her back to me, preoccupied with picking up the torn-up scraps of toilet paper that her psychotic puppy had left behind. I grabbed her shoulder, thinking that for once, my mission was going to be easy. I mean, what was dangerous about kidnapping a normal teenage girl that was completely alone, miles from the nearest town? As soon as she felt the pressure of my hand on her shoulder, she spun around and punched me. Hard. I reeled backward, totally unprepared for the "normal" girl to have almost spy-like reflexes. She didn't waste any time coming after me, either. She ran forward, ducked the punch I threw, and kicked me in the chin. Of course, I totally could have had her knocked out by now, but I didn't want her to get hurt. This girl was important. So, I settled for flipping her over my head and pinning her. She didn't struggle, instead looked angrily in my eyes and demanded,
"What do YOU want?"
"I'm not going to hurt you."
She rolled her eyes. "Of course you aren't. If you were going to, you would have done it already."
"Then come with me."
She narrowed her eyes. "Just because you aren't going to hurt me yet doesn't me I trust you."
I got off her, chuckled, and pulled her up. "Come on. You're beat. I don't want to have to knock you unconscious." She sighed, pushed pass me, and got calmly into the waiting helicopter. I was shocked. Ms. Morgan and Solomon had told me that this girl had no formal training whatsoever. She should be shocked, terrified, and helpless. But I sensed none of that as I took my place beside her on the plane. In fact, One hour, 12 minutes and 32 seconds into the flight, she was fast asleep. This is when I first got a good look at her.
Wow. I thought. She looks just likeā¦.Cammie. Of course she does, you idiot. She's her TWIN. But she certainly didn't act like Cammie. Cammie, spy and all, still had an innocent and sweet air about her. Anna, although the physical double of Cammie, gave off an air of worldliness and despair. She seemed like she had nothing to live for. That made me feel only slightly better about the horrible battlefield I was going to drag this poor girl into. It's all for Cammie. It's all for Cammie. I'm doing this for Cammie. It's all for Cammie. I chanted in my head. Still, when I looked at Anna, sleeping peacefully, I couldn't help but feel sad.
