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And this story kind of sucks but it's my first so pretty pleaz be nice!! 0:-) --that thing's an angel if u can't tell

Chapter 1:

Zach PoV

~~Flashback~~

Why can't I meet any of your super hero friends?

(zach's dad) Because they have kids to take care of. And we're spies not superheroes.

~~End Flashback~~

"I still don't see the difference," I mumbled to Grant, one of my best friends in the world.

"Spies sounds hotter, you gotta admit," Grant said.

"Watever- I have Advanced Organic Chem now. Catch ya later," a scrawny boy with glasses said as he walked away from me and Grant.

"c ya" I said as I watched my other best friend walk away to learn how to operate behind a desk while I was off to CoveOps where I learned to do fieldwork.

"I mean Lois still fell for Clarke, superhero and all, but James Bond's got a new hot chick every movie. It's like HEAVEN!!"

I rolled my eyes at my friend's stupid remarks. Grant was the girl-crazy one in our group. He looked "like a god" and almost every girl fell in love with him.

Girls just oogle me and drool but I hardly notice because I want a girl who can kick butt not just look good on the outside. Jonas seemed oblivious to girls whenever we went on a trip out of Blackthorne. They were the extremists and I was the "normal" one.

As if being a spy is normal. Oh- you didn't know I go to a spy school? Well aren't we a little slow today? Forgot to get your morning mocha? Wait- what was I even saying? Oh yeah spy school. Yeah we're one of a kind.

We walked into our CoveOps class to find some random dude sitting with his feet propped up on the desk. The whole class was looking at him with a mixture of What-the-hell? And I-could-probably-kick-your-butt-in-a-fight-so-y-r-u-here?

The man looked up from folders that he was finishing up writing in and said

"Why hello gentlemen. It's so good to finally meet some current students after being away so long."

Wait- this guy was a Blackthorne grad? All the guy's gazes changed from ur-stupid to oh -my -god -he's --one –of- us.

"But I'm not really here for pleasantries and catching up." He pulled a stack of folders out of the desk's drawers. "I'm here to give you a mission. There are eight girls in the junior class of the Gallagher Academy that you will be trailing, two days from now. These folders have the minimum of information on the girls. You will have two days to do your research on your person. Then you will tail them in DC. Your mission is to make them late to their meeting point."

He started to hand out folders to everyone.

We all sent looks at each other saying, this should be easy.

I mean it will be. We just have to follow a bunch of girls around for a day.

The man started for the door but stopped, looking like he forgot something. "Oh and one more thing gentlemen, the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women is a school for spies."

And with that he walked out of the room.

Wait- WHAT did he just say?!?!?!?

Cammie the Chameleon, huh. She's got some kind of inner beauty thing. Not as noticeable as her partner twirling in the wind- Rebecca Baxter, aka Bex. Let's just see if your as good as my dad said.

I saw Bex look at Grant and me and I froze. Oh my god they already caught us. Than I saw her turn away and banter with Cammie. Oh- she must just think we're normal guys. Why any normal guy would spend his free time on the National Mall beats me. I would so rather be having James Bond marathon than be told to enjoy the National Mall for fun. But luckily this trip isn't for fun. I've gotta tail two Gallagher Girls. Two experienced operatives. And if Solomon's folder had been right, Cammie is totally a professional.

"Oh mine is cah-uuuute!!" Grant said and in my ear I could hear all the guys on comms snicker.

"Grant you can flirt with her some other time. Right now we need to "stalk" her."

"God you make me feel like a criminal."

"Sometimes I wonder…" I mumbled and got punched in the arm for my thought.