Hey! You guys probably previously knew me as 11Lil'MissWriter11 but this is my new fanfiction name, so anyway, I will be reposting the rest of my story soon
Cammie
The last thing that I wanted to be doing right now was paperwork. I could be training in the gym against some of the top spies in the country, or give a few new recruits a lesson in self-defense, or be on a mission trailing someone who would never know I was there. They don't call me Chameleon for nothing. In fact, not many people, even colleagues who have the same level of clearance as I do, know my name. As far as they're concerned, that information is classified. So, around the agency, everyone calls me Chameleon. If you're wondering why, it's because the Circle of Cavan is still after me. So, if Cammie Morgan doesn't exist unless to some people with the highest level of clearance, they can't exactly find me.
Looking over my report one last time to make sure I hadn't left any details out (not a chance) or confused some facts (as if), I left it in the basket of things I would file later for the Director to read.
RING!
The small, black, standard-issue telephone that sits on my desk chimes out shrilly, so I press the button on the side that would put it on speaker.
"Hello, this is Chameleon speaking." I say formally, not knowing who was calling.
"Geez, for an agency full of spies, you'd think they'd at least get you phones with caller ID." The familiar British accent states. "So, Chameleon. Anyone else in the room with you?"
"Not at the moment." I can't help but smile at my friends antics.
"Good. I'd like to be able to call my best friend by her real name every once in a while! So how did it go in Dubai, Cam?" Bex asked, referring to my latest mission.
"Same old, same old. You know, for a bunch of evil freaking geniuses, you'd think that maybe one of them would stop and say 'Hey! Let's make air ducts that aren't big enough to make good crawl spaces!' or 'Maybe since I'm being followed, I shouldn't say something of vital importance that someone in hearing proximity could possibly pick up!'"
"But it certainly makes things so much Bloody easier for us, so I wouldn't complain."
"Who said I was complaining?" I asked, smiling. She just laughed.
"I miss you so much, Cam!" she exclaimed. "When was the last time I saw you? Seven months ago? Eight?"
"And you call yourself a spy! For your information, it's been seven months, twelve days, si-"
"Yeah, yeah. " she cut me off. "Sixteen minutes and… wait for it… twenty one… twenty two.. twenty three seconds."
"Same old Bex. Have you heard from Liz or Macey?" I ask, curious about my two other best friends.
"Liz is currently being her computer-nerdy self and hacking into some organization's data base for the CIA, so they can send a few people on a mission, though I haven't heard any detail, and Macey is attending some political whatchamacallit." I laughed.
"Nice. Anyway, we'll all have to meet up sometime this week. I miss you all so much, and it seems like it's never the four of us. Someone is always off on a mission." I sighed , knowing what Bex would say next.
"Which would mostly be us two."
"Yup." I replied, popping the p.
"Alright. How about Thursday night, at the Café?" she asked.
"Sounds good. Do you mind calling Macey and Liz to ask them? I'm up to my eyeballs in paperwork."
"Course not." She said, I could almost hear her smiling. "See ya, Chameleon."
"Later, Duchess." I shot back. I heard her laugh again before the line went dead. I sighed a then hung up. It was sad how little I got to see my friends these days, especially compared to when we still went to Gallagher and lived with each other. Sighing again (I do it a lot these days) I picked up the next piece of paperwork that I was required to fill out when the phone's shrill chime cut the silence again.
"Hello, this is Chameleon speaking." I repeated after putting it on speaker again. This is the way I answered most phone calls. It was simple and automatic now, so don't be surprised.
"Hello, Chameleon. This is the Director. Please be in my office in no less than five minutes. We have an important matter to discuss." He stated. Short and to the point, as always.
"Yes, sir." I replied and the line went dead. I set the manila folder, full of sheets yet to be filled out, back in the pile of things to do and left my office (making sure to lock it behind me, of course).
~O~
"Sir?" I asked, walking through the door, and shutting it tightly behind me.
"Ah, yes, Cameron. Come in, come in." he said, sorting through a couple of files before pulling out a blue folder and a green folder and setting them on his desk. "You are needed for a mission."
"What?" I ask. I'm used to going on missions, but I got back from my last one just last week. I'd never gotten two this close before.
"I realize you have only just returned from a successful mission in Dubai, but we are confident in your skills and trust you to get the job done quicker and more effectively than any other agent." I took a deep breath.
"And may I ask what this mission is for?" I asked.
"In three weeks, in Paris, a party is being held. Some of the richest socialites and company owners in the world will be there. Unfortunately, so will a few terrorist organizations, and some members of the Circle of Cavan. We have received the Intel suggesting that a microchip, containing some very dangerous information, will be passed from one of the organizations to the Circle. For obvious reasons, we cannot let this happen. The hosts of this party are… compromised at the moment. We are sending you and another of our best field agents to mascaraed as them for a while, and intercept the microchip at all costs. Here are your covers." He said, sliding the folders across the desk towards me.
"Sir? Why do I have both?"
"Ah, yes. You will be meeting up with your partner tomorrow a predetermined location and will deliver to him the green folder, which contains his cover. You may work together to prepare in the days leading up to the mission or not. It is your choice. But one way or another, I need you both completely ready for whatever is thrown at you on this mission. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good, then. Dismissed."
"But sir? Where is the location I am meeting my partner at?" I asked.
"And how will I know it's him?"
"Just ask for his code name. it's in his folder."
"Thank you sir." I replied and then I swiftly left the office.
I walked down the hall, peering into his file.
Cover: Antonio La 'Rue
Code name: Cryptic
Name: Zachary Goode
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