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Times gone byCammies's POV

I lay on the couch in my apartment drinking the last dregs of my hot chocolate. I sighed as I had a daydream, not just any daydream, it was the daydream I had every day and then asked myself the same question 'why did I give it all up'? I constantly dreamt about missions I could have been on; then I remembered that mission; the one that went so horribly wrong so quickly. I couldn't stop myself from playing it over and over in my mind, what I could have done; what I should have done. But didn't. I constantly kept thinking back to the moment when I failed to fulfil my objective. I was so close and with one moment of compassionate weakness I let everyone down.

It was a warm summer's day and my mission had led me to the coastline of Barbados in the Caribbean; I was chasing the mass murderer Victor Harman. He had shot five of our agents and he was going to pay.

The sun shone through the gaps between the palm trees giving only small glimpses of my target, every feature on his face twisted into a look of disgust. Then he stopped. He stopped running. For a moment I thought he was going to stop breathing too and just leave me hanging. Then he turned around and walked towards me. I stayed very still.

"So you're Cameron Morgan? I hear they call you the chameleon," What? I thought to myself no one called me the chameleon anymore and only a select few of my friends ever had done. He knew too much. But I said nothing I didn't want to give away anymore. "So Cammie you think you can take me down eh? I don't think so! Right now two of my men are taking care of your little boyfriend Zachary," each word he said was like venom striking me straight in the heart "He can't help you now Cammie, no one can"

At that moment we both produced guns and I fired 3 shots he was to the ground in no time but he had just enough time to fire once. The bullet missed but glanced off my head. All I remember from then is his wicked face smiling up at me as I fell to the ground.

I awoke from my coma three weeks later in a C.I.A private ward. I had failed. Harman escaped with just a wound to the arm. I had never failed before and this had completely ruined my reputation. So I gave up my job at the C.I.A and became a receptionist. I hadn't been on a mission in four years and I thought I never would again. I didn't know how wrong I was.

I washed up my mug and switched off the TV which had been playing to itself all the time. I stumbled into my room already half asleep and crashed into my bed. I was so tired that even my spy instincts didn't kick in and I fell asleep without locking the door or even turning out the lights. That was a big mistake.

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