The exchange with Blackthorne never happened. Cammie is one of the best spies, even better that some adults. They are in their sophmore year and Josh never happened. Joe Solomon is Cammie's godfather.

Chapter 1

Cammie's POV

"Chameleon, Duchess, and Peacock, I chose you." My Covert Operations teacher and Godfather, Joe told me, and my best friends Bex and Macey. Even though he was my teacher I always call him Joe since he was also my Godfather. Mr. Solomon just didn't sound right. I have known him ever since I was a little kid, and we got really close when my dad went MIA. Now we're like brother and sister, but he has the power to give me detention.

Chameleon was my codename, Duchess is Bex, and Peacock is Macey. We were the best in our school; including my other best friend, Liz, but she wasn't on the Cove Ops Track. Instead she stuck with R the research track. Liz is really smart, Bex is really strong, Macey is our boy dictionary, and I'm a pavement artist. People call me the best, but I don't let it get to my head. I keep trying to improve, and take any chance I can get to do so.

We were at Roseville, the town nearest to our private school. My school is a little different from most; it's a school that trains girls to be spies. It's called Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women and there is another school like us called Blackthorne Institute for Troubled Boys. Only Bex, Macey, Liz, and I know that, and even we aren't supposed to, we found out by spying last year and even the teachers don't know that we know.

Right now we are on a mission; tail my mom, the Headmistress of our school and a former CIA agent for two hours at the town fair. Bex, Macey, and I were just chosen to participate in the mission while all the other sophomores observed our work.

"What is this, Pokémon?" (A/N If you don't understand that reference then don't ask questions and let it pass. I'm not a Pokémon fan, but I couldn't help putting that in!) Bex muttered, referring to his statement before. She made sure that only Macey and I heard. We quickly covered up our laughs by pretending to go into coughing fits. We stepped forward and received com units and cameras disguised as accessories.

"Well, let's get started! The moment that you have spotted your target I will start the timer. You will be trying to find out what she brush passes to someone who is disguised as a regular civilian. She is not aware that you are tailing her, but she will still be on guard. You must bring me the object at the end of your two hours. That is all; just remember, Do. Not. Be. Seen." Joe said, finally going into the details for our mission.

"Alright girls, let's go." I said. We all stepped out of the van and into the crowd of people.

"Let's split up, and search. When one of us finds her tell the others." I ordered the others. They quickly obliged, and I was left alone. I expertly blended into the crowds, becoming invisible to everyone around me. They don't call me the Chameleon for nothing. I wandered around, and seemed to be looking for a good ride to go on next, but really I was searching the sea of people for my mom.

After a few minutes I saw her, but I was still invisible to her. "I have eyes," I said into my com unit, while I put my cell phone to my ear so that it didn't look like I was talking to myself, "over by the cotton candy stand." I didn't wait to see if they were coming or not. I fixed all of my concentration on the task at hand; tailing my mom. I followed from a distance, using almost all of my pavement artist skills. I could tell that she was good, and I didn't want to fail.

I had been following her for a while; ducking when needed, standing perfectly still when she looked my way, and blending in with different groups of teenagers so as not to look suspicious. Bex and Macey were doing okay. They had a few close calls, but if she suspected us she didn't let on. That's what I thought until I heard Macey's terrified voice over the com unit.

"Shoot, I've been spotted! She's walking toward me! Ohhhhh, she's pissed!" Macey whispered.

"Don't give us away and stand strong. Do not give away that this is a Cove Ops Mission. Then she will know there are others." Bex managed to get out before I heard my mom's voice over Macey's com unit.

"Macey McHenry, what do you think you are doing out of Gallagher?" My mom asked, obviously fuming. I was watching from a distance because I had to keep an eye on my mom, but not be seen like Macey.

"I plea the Fifth!" Macey immediately responded. ( A/N For all of the people who don't live in the US, The Fifth Amendment imposes restrictions on the government's prosecution of persons accused crimes.)

"You can't plea the Fifth! You aren't arrested!" My mom said exasperatedly.

"I don't care! I plea the Fifth!" Macey persisted.

"Go back to Gallagher now! If I find that you didn't run the whole way back then you will be very sorry! Go!" My mom growled. I could tell that she was shaken up at the fact of Macey being there. They were still in my line of sight, so I saw everything. Macey turned around and sprinted away from the sight towards Gallagher. It was about a two mile run, but to us Gallagher Girls it was nothing.

My mom was pretty paranoid after that, and that's how she spotted Bex. Bex had been talking to a bunch of guys trying to draw attention to herself in order to impress them. It's just too bad that she drew my mom's attention too. She did almost the exact same thing to Bex that she did to Macey.

After that she was still paranoid, but not as much. I suppose she didn't think Liz was there because she would have seen Liz by now, and she probably thought she would be able to spot her own daughter in this crowd if I were here. However, she couldn't have been more wrong on the latter.

I followed her for twenty more minutes, and was coming to the end point. I was still using everything I knew, but I was starting to grow worried that I missed the brush pass. My two hour deadline would come in ten minutes and I haven't caught anything suspicious.

Suddenly my mom grew very relaxed. She almost seemed to become invisible because of how well she blended in. I knew instantly that she was taking this extra precaution because the person that was coming for the brush pass was drawing nearer.

I watched their reflection through a mirror while I pretended to be looking at the menu for the snack bar. It happened perfectly, so perfectly that I almost missed it. Almost. The man was wearing a plaid button down shirt and worn out jeans. After the pass was complete I walked up to the man and "accidentally" bumped into him. For the few seconds that we made contact I expertly picked his pocket. All I felt in his pocket was a piece of paper, so I took it.

"Sorry." I muttered, as I tried to come off as a shy teenager.

"That's okay, miss." He replied in a formal manner. I gave him a strange look that most teenagers have mastered. It said why-do-you-always-talk-in-a-formal-voice-where-is-the-fun-in-that. He shook his head slightly, as if asking himself what was wrong with teenagers these days. I shrugged it off and continued to follow my mom from a safe distance. The man would realize that he didn't have the paper, but by then I would be long gone. I also doubted that he would suspect a regular, rude teenager.

Once my two hours were up I made my way back to the van. When I got there I saw Bex and Macey standing there all alone. "Hey." Macey mumbled.

"What happened? Where's the van? Where is everyone?" I asked.

"They left us to go back to Gallagher." Bex answered.

"Why?" I asked. I was completely dumbstruck at this point.

"They left because we," Macey started, then began motioning to Bex and her, "Got caught."

"He counts it as a failure for all of us because you 'Let it happen'. How stupid is that? You got what we needed! That was all that was important! But not to Mr. High-Expectations!" Bex exclaimed, while visibly fuming.

"Well let's go back to Gallagher. There is no point waiting here for nothing." I pointed out. Without another word we began to jog back to Gallagher.

I wasn't surprised with the failure. Joe gives it out at every pop quiz like this whenever at least one girl gets caught. I'm the only girl that hasn't been caught actually, but I still get a big, fat F. I wanted to get mad at him, but since he's my Godfather I had a feeling that talking behind his back would be 'frowned upon'.

We reached Gallagher in 9 minutes, 32 seconds according to my internal clock. We went up to our room to go complain about our score to Liz, but when we got there we saw a note taped to the door. It said:

All Girls,

You are to meet me, in the Grand Hall at nine am the day after tomorrow. Be packed for the whole year, and make sure to pack lightly *cough cough Macey cough cough* because you will have to be able to carry them. I will answer no questions so do not ask them. You are excused from your classes tomorrow and you are to spend the whole day packing. Be efficient about it because complaining will not be accepted. Before we go to our destination we will be going on a mission, so wear appropriate clothes for blending in.

Your Teacher,

Solomon

We had a million questions, but first we had to find Liz. We hoped she would have answers, and sure enough when we opened the door she was typing furiously at her laptop.

"We need details Liz! What do you have for us?" Bex asked.

"Nothing! Absolutely nothing! This trip isn't recorded anywhere. The only people who would know about it at this school are Mrs. Morgan and Mr. Solomon." Liz said in an outraged voice.

"Well, you know how we're going to find out information then, don't you?" Macey asked mischievously.

I said no, but Liz and Bex said yes. I looked at them confused.

"What is it?" I asked suspiciously, because now they all had mischievous grins on their faces now.

"You have to spy on your mom of course!" Bex exclaimed, completely shocked that I hadn't realized before.

"No way, I'm not doing that again!" I immediately replied. I had found a passageway into her office a few years ago, but I felt guilty using it to spy on my own mom.

"You have to Cammie! Don't you want to find out what's going on?" Macey asked.

I contemplated my options, but finally agreed to the plan.

"Give me something black to wear, but not a lot of clothing because if something happens and I get stuck in a heating shaft again I don't want to be too hot." I said reluctantly. The three of them all began to bustle around, trying to find something perfect.

Once I was ready I duct taped a recorder to my shirt and slipped into the air shaft in the ceiling of our room. I quickly began to work my way to the entrance to the passageway. After a few minutes I reached it and soundlessly slipped down to the ground and crept into the hidden passage.

It didn't take me long to reach my mom's office, and when I did I heard Mr. Solomon's voice. I switched on the recorder so that I could replay it to Macey, Liz, and Bex when I got back.

"Are you sure none of the girls could be spying on us right now? Your daughter and her friends are pretty sneaky." Joe nervously asked.

"I'm positive. I have cameras posted outside my door and no one is out there, also I know that all the girls will be in their rooms talking about what they think they are going to be doing in two days." My mom assured him.

"Alright, down to business. The girls are going to be spotting the boys from Blackthorne for the mission, and then are going to stay at Blackthorne for the rest of the year. Correct?" Joe summed up all of the questions we had before in one sentence. Jackpot!

"Correct." My mom answered, not at all as fazed as I was.

"They will be going to New York City for the mission, and they will be trying to spot the boys in the crowd of NYC. The boys will be doing the same to the girls. The girls will not be told about Blackthorne until they are outside the building in the van. The boys have not been told about Gallagher. Well they know about Cammie, but they only know her by 'The Chameleon', and they don't even know that she is a girl. All of them think that she is a guy, and some even think that she is a legend to get them to work harder." Joe continued. The last few sentences he said with a prideful tone.

"Yes." My mom confirmed with the same tone.

"The boys know me, so they will not think my presence at the mission is shocking. I will be listening to the different sides, boys and girls, in order to know what everyone is planning. When the boys spot a girl they describe her to me, and then I tell the girl to go back to the van because she was compromised and vice versa for the boys. That's everything, right?" Joe finished.

"Yes that is everything. You may go now, Joe. Remember not to give anything away and to check your air shaft periodically for snooping girls." My mom said dismissing him.

"Hold on, one last thing, Rachel. This evening, the girls were on a Cove Ops assignment. Who did you spot and how easy was it? I want to know if the girls are improving. They began following you at 8:30pm." Joe said.

"That explains a lot. Well it took me an hour and thirty to find them both. They were pretty good, but Macey and Bex need to focus a bit more." My mom reflected. I felt a surge of happiness when I realized that she never spotted me.

"Bex and Macey?" Joe asked, obviously savoring my mom's failure.

"Yes, Bex and Macey! That's what I said." My mom said impatiently.

"You missed one." Joe said in a sing-song voice.

"Who?" My mom asked shocked.

"Your daughter, The Camster." Joe said with a satisfied grin. The Camster was a nickname he had given me when I was four years old. He only uses it when he is especially proud of me. He made it after I successfully tailed my dad for four hours in the mall just to find out what he was getting me for Christmas. My dad was a pavement artist himself, and he was the best at the CIA. When I was seven he went MIA, but I don't let it bother me. When someone teases me about my dad I don't go off crying; I knock 'em unconscious.

"I lost to my own daughter! Well you better call Steve he'll want to tell the boys tomorrow night!" My mom said with a laugh.

"I'll get right on that." Joe said, and then he turned around and disappeared through the door.

Once I was sure he was gone and that my mom was occupied with her work, I turned around and left back through the passage. As I went I switched the recorder off and put on a triumphant grin. I was extra careful about getting back to my room. The worst thing a spy can do is get overly cocky.

"Did you get any info?" Bex instantly asked me once I was in the room again. I wordlessly handed over the recorder.

After they were done listening they sat there for a few minutes.

"The Blackthorne students get told about all of your experiences!" They said in unison after everything was digested. I jumped back with shock.

"Yeah, so? That's not important right now. What do you think of the rest?" I asked once I recovered from the shock.

"I think that we should sleep on it and talk about it tomorrow when we are all well rested. I am going to fall asleep soon, even if we keep talking." Liz stated logically. We all immediately agreed. Even though my mind was swarming with questions, I instantly fell asleep.

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