Covert Operations Report Day 1
Not too long ago my days started with khakis and a polo shirt, Belgian waffles, and orange juice. Today, well today was completely different.
My earpiece crackled with a burst of static and then her voice came loud and clear
"Zach, RUN!"
I acted on instinct rather than obeying her, I ran straight from my seat at the café to the building three blocks over, right where she should have been. I flew up the stairs in the abandoned hotel all the way to the penthouse and kicked the door down. If Bex was here she would've corrected me on my form but there was no time to reminisce, Bex wasn't here and as I discovered, neither was Cammie.
Paris, Cammie once said, was like a dream, people floating around the streets their hearts filled with love, but if you looked through that mist there was severe crime and despair. I guess that was accurate because I am in love, and until that day I was floating, and now all I see is the despair.
"Townsend," I said into my earpiece, "What happened?" There was no response, "Townsend!" Again nothing, "DAD for God's sake please just answer me! What the hell happened to Cammie?"
This mission wouldn't be dangerous they said, just a little communication operation with MI6 Agent 893, I was waiting for the dead drop, Cammie was the one looking at the security cams for anything (that job used to be designated to Liz, but on this mission Cam was the best with computers), and Townsend was supposed to be scanning the area on foot, for anything suspicious. Now neither of them was responding and I was starting to panic.
I shouldn't contact HQ, was all I could think. If Cammie and Townsend were gone, they could be discredited and they would kill me for that. Joe, Rachel, and Liz were on a separate continent, Bex was in Moscow? Or was it Morocco? Either way she had her own mission. But Macey, now Macey could help.