A/N: Random idea is random. I didn't find anything like what this story's about, so I thought I'd write this. Please review! :3

Disclaimer: Ally Carter owns the characters (obviously, this is the place for Gallagher Girls fan-fiction!)

Cammie's POV

"Jump."

That was the last thing I heard before everything went dark. Footsteps were approaching me from all directions and it looked like there was no way out. At the last second, I dashed through the fifth-storey window (I know it sounds weird, but it was my only way out). As I began to free-fall into the busy city streets, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a window – dirty blonde hair, green/blue eyes – I was in one word, average. The perfect pavement artist. I had a face you could forget if you saw me walking in town – not that I'd even get the chance to freely move outside of school grounds. The thought of being out of school reminded me of Josh. He saw me when others didn't; he remembered me when others forgot. I had to push that thought from my mind or I would hit the road below.

When I fell past the third floor, I unlatched the rappelling gun from my belt and aimed at the building opposite me. I shot it and the cord sliced through the air, the hook finally catching on a balcony. Using all my momentum, I swung into the apartment below the balcony – spraying glass shards everywhere. As expected, the room was completely empty apart from a simple wooden chair. A shadow flickered from it in the street lights, moving carefully towards me. A crackle of static exploded in my comms unit and I knew instantly what the figure in front of me had done. I flicked the light switch on the far wall as planned, revealing a person holding a signal jammer and the most prized possession of the Gallagher Academy – the sword Gillian Gallagher had used to kill Ioseph Cavan, the man who tried to kill Lincoln. As my eyes fully focused in the bright light, I was shocked to see who the person holding the sword was – Zachary Goode.

"Hey Gallagher Girl, I think I found a flaw in your security system." he said, waving the blade around him in a precise manner. The intricate patterns he drew in the air told me he was trained in sword combat and trying to fight him would lead to near fatal injuries.

"Put it down Zach," I warned, "You don't want to damage it, do you?"

I stepped forward, closing the space between us. He stopped swinging the sword around and looked me in the eye, smirking with his I-know-something-you-don't smirk.

"And what if I don't?"

I opened my mouth to answer but at that moment, Bex kicked down the door and slapped a Napotine patch on his neck. He crumpled to the floor, letting the sword clatter on the ground. I walked to where it had dropped, picked it up and slid it in the leather sheath I had attached to my utility belt. Crouching down, I took the jammer from Zach's hand and disabled it. Immediately, my comms unit burst into life with Liz's voice shouting hysterically at the lack of communication from both Bex and I. She sounded worried about our safety, but I silenced her when I announced, "Target is neutralized. The item is secure."

Bex picked up Zach's unconscious body and skipped out of the room, smiling as she said, "I'm bringing the target with me. The interrogation's going to be good!"

"Well done, Chameleon and Duchess. Now get back to base and we ca-" She was cut short as the comms unit was ripped from my ear, leaving me isolated from my team.

A familiar looking man grabbed me by the waist and started to walk towards the broken glass door. I tried to scream, but a gag was tied quickly in my mouth. A helicopter was quickly approaching – the door opening in mid-flight. I was thrown in, landing on my side at the feet of my ex-CoveOps teacher, Joe Solomon.