Author's Note

I obviously do not own the Gallagher Girls series. If you have any suggestions for this story, feel free to PM me. I will be updating this story hopefully three times a week (Friday, Saturday, Sunday) with a new chapter on each one of those days.

"Do you understand what I've told you so far?"

I nodded, reciting the details of the meeting in my head (Which lasted 1 hour, 23 minutes, and 32 seconds). He kept staring at me, clearly not believing me. He sighed and handed me a file with a fat CLASSIFIED stamp on it.

"This will be your cover , remember every detail, your life depends on it."

"Yes, sir." I answered as I took the file from him. I got up from my seat and started to exit, when he spoke again.

"And ...be careful."

"I will." I answered. Then I opened the door, and walked out.

Just 23 seconds after I exited, I saw Bex rush towards me with a huge smile on her face.

"Cammie! Cammie!" she shouted, I could practically see the energy running through her.

"Calm down Bex." I said, laughing.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm just so excited. We're finally gonna be working together on a real field operation. I thought it would never happen."

"Wait, what do you mean 'we're gonna be working together'. On what?"

Bex's face morphed into a confused frown, she stared at me as if she was in disbelief that I hadn't known that she and I would be working together on this mission.

"Well, MI6 and the CIA are both sending 2 operatives on this mission, and, you probably guessed by now, but, I'm one of the MI6 operatives. Didn't he tell you when you were in that room being briefed? I though the whole point of that meeting was to fill you in on these details."

"I knew about MI6 and the CIA's co op, but he didn't bother telling me who I would be working with, I'm just gonna assume that information is in this file."

I said, holding the file so she could see it.

"Oooh, speaking of files, have you read your cover yet?"

"Not yet, I'm going to as soon as I get back home." I answered. Bex nodded in response, and hugged me goodbye, and I made my way outside the facility. The facility was right under a Walmart, hidden from the eyes of the public. I made my way to the parking lot, my mind reciting what I was told during the meeting.

"Hello , I see you got the memo in time."

I nodded.

"Excellent, please take a seat and get comfortable, this will take a while."

I did as I was told and sat down in the seat across from him, with nothing but a desk separating us.

"Now, I do apologize that you were called on such short notice, but this particular operation is...dangerous to say the least, and we needed our best."

I held back a smile at this, pleased with this compliment. He must've known how I was feeling, because his next set of words were cautionary ones.

"Don't get cocky , getting cocky is how many agents have gotten caught in the past. You must keep your mind focused."

I nodded again, embarrassed at my mistake. His face had a satisfied look once he realized I understood my mistake just as well as he did, and he continued on.

"Now, like I said in the beginning, this operation is an incredibly dangerous one. The CIA have teamed up with MI6 for this operation, and as such, you and one other CIA operative will be working with 2 operatives from MI6."

I started to ask who my fellow operatives would be, when he cut me off and said

"Don't worry, you'll find out in time for the mission. Now back to the debriefing. Like I said, you and 3 other operatives will be going on this mission, you will be going...to China." he said, with a sly smile on his face as he saw the surprise in my face, which was not good, since a good spy shouldn't be surprised. Ever.

A drop of water on my shoulder stopped my cheerful memories as I realized it was starting to rain, and that I was standing in the middle of the parking lot. I walked over to my Ford Taurus, which was the most average and non special thing car I could find without Macey having a mental breakdown at my "Poor choice of style in my personal transportation." Sure, I could've gotten something a lot nicer, but that also meant it would stick out more, and they didn't (and still do) call me the Chameleon for nothing.