Home in the Shadows and Darkness

by ImaginationIsReality

Cameron Ann Morgan is the best at what she does. And what does she do you ask. She disappears, like a chameleon. No one can find her unless she wants to be found... which is rare. But when Gallagher has an exchange with Blackthorne, she meets him. Her heart takes control and she can't seem to hide from him. The shadows are her world. And he lights up her world, leaving her visible.

1. Chapter 1: Introductions and Missions

Chapter 1: Missions and Introductions

I knocked on his door and, as expected, he opened it. By then though, I was gone. Technically speaking, of course. I mean I wasn't really gone, just to him. Or, more specifically, his eyes. I needed information. The type of information that you don't get by knocking on someone's door and asking them. Or the type you get digging through garbage cans in public areas. Don't Ask. So, I just blended. That is what Chameleon's do isn't it? They disappear right before your eyes. Which is the reason I got my codename, 'The Chameleon' and other… names.

I am envied around the spy world. As 'The Chameleon', though, not as Cameron Ann Morgan a.k.a Cammie. I mean I am the best at what I do, and I am only fifteen years old. I mean, I am up there past the experienced, old people. It is most definitely though, I must point out, not my fault at all that I am the best pavement artist out there. At least that is what the CIA database says. Of course, you wouldn't know that unless you have Level Fifteen clearance. And, since the CIA still refuses to give me a clearance Level above a ten, the only way for me to figure out what it said was by having my best friend Liz hack her way to my file.

Yes, Elizabeth Sutton is the one and only 'Bookworm'. I mean she is literally the smartest person I have ever met. Example. Our school, Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Women, has, the one and only, Liz set up their security walls. Because everybody knows that they are unable to be penetrated by anyone with and IQ under 193. Okay… maybe I'm exaggerating a little. So, let's go with anything under a 170… no… 179. There that is probably a safe guess.

Okay, so before you start wondering why a school for rich, snobby, schoolgirls needs such a heavily protected database, let me clear it up for you. So we aren't all lies. I mean, Gallagher Academy is an all-girls school, and we are most definitely exceptional. But we are kinda…. *cough*… spies. But really, you should've figured that out up there in the first paragraph. Because really, I was talking about codenames, and the CIA, and stuff. So if you didn't, like, realize it up there, then you are in for a lot of surprises.

Anyways, back to the task at hand. I slipped into his office as he looked in the other direction. Two steps into the room and I immediately found myself unconsciously blending in with the shadow created by a large bookcase, and, I was lucky I did. Before I could take another step I heard the door close. I started making my way out of the shadow on the opposite end of the room. I stopped myself immediately when I saw her step out of nowhere. She hadn't seen me so I crouched down low. What was she doing here!