Disclaimer for whole story cuz this is the only time I will remember: I am not a dude nor do I have awesome people like Jennifer Lynn Barnes(or however you spell her name) editing my stories. Ergo I am not Anthony Horowitz or Ally Carter. Unfortunately. But I had Krispy Kremes today so it's okay.

Okay so I know you guys might be peeved at me 'cause I need to update my other story but I had this inspiration and, as I told my English teacher, I don't write with a deadline, I write with inspiration. And plus nobody answered my question. Is it too much to ask that when you ask a question to expect it to be answered? I mean I'm just as guilty as the next person, I usually don't read authors' notes either, especially when they are super long like mine was but I was still a little upset. Anyway, enough with my pity party. To the story! *tries to point to the air like a super hero but fails epically*

As the-soon to be ex-young British spy bent down near the remains of the car, he didn't notice the figure that looked a little too human. He didn't notice that the figure still had a little rise and fall left in it. But then again, he didn't see the man who was, rather bluntly, walking up behind him with a gun. Or the young cappuccino-colored Britt who ambushed him from the roof. But i did. I saw it all. As soon as the young man went back inside the compound I hopped down from my perch and went to work on the broken girl. We were taught to never move someone in this critical condition but in this situation, it was imperative. We had to get her help, and fast.

"Beeex," I quietly whispered, and for a Gallagher Girl that was really, really quiet. But she heard me and was over immediately. When she saw the woman, the fear and hatred burned in her eyes. These people were cruel. Before the Rider boy could see, we carried the woman to the compartment in the helicopter, the way we got here. With the extra body we were a little cramped, but we, as Gallagher Girls do, managed.

Time skip to the hotel

"So you brought her here because..?" Zach questioned. He wasn't very happy that we had come home with an extra person.

"She would've died if we didn't!" I exclaimed, exasperated.

"How do we know she's with us? How do we know she's not one of them?" he softened slightly. "How do we know she won't hurt you?"

"The Rider kid was crying over her. You've read his file just as many times as I have. The boy's cold."

"Fine. Just be careful, mkay?"

I put my hand up in mock solute and stood straighter. "Yes, sir!" I replied.

I giggled. He chuckled.

We walked out of the bathroom (yeah, that's where we decided to argue, don't ask) hand in hand, to find Bex already working on the wounds with some "borrowed" Skin-Again. She was working on her face. I went over to check on her progress. I was flabbergasted to see a familiar face.

Jack

Dun dun dun! I feel so evil for making a kind of cliffy. Anyway here are some questions for you to think about until I decide to update again. How does Cammie know Jack? Is Solomon awake? Why were they there in the first place? And the one everyone has already been asking, Who does Macey end up with?