AN: I know. Another story. I just can't help it! I was thinking about thanksgiving (idk why) and got inspiration for this chapter/story. Soooo...Ta da!
As most of you already know my name is Cameron Morgan. I'm the chameleon. The girl nobody sees. I'm already famous in the world of spies, I'm a CIA legacy. My father was one of the best spies in the CIA until he went MIA. And my mom is the headmistress at my spy school and she is really good. Then there's my godfather, Joe Solomon. He is the Covert Operations teacher at my school Gallagher Academy, and one of the best spies I've ever known. Those 3 have been training me since before I could walk to be a spy. My first words were in Swahili, the first time I walked it was to roundhouse kick Joe in the leg for stealing my cookie. And I am considered the best at our school. It may have had something to do with the fact that last year I snuck out of our SPY school just to have a secret boyfriend. But sadly he got a little too involved and had to drink the memory tea. So at my school, I am considered one of, if not, the best spy in training. I always know stuff before the rest of the school, and it's not because my mom or Joe tells me. It's because I'm a spy. I knew there was a school like ours in Maine called Blackthorne because Joe and my dad had gone there. I also knew that they did not know about us and tomorrow we would go on a mission to meet them. And after our mission we were going to Blackthorne. So today in CoveOps when Joe announced a "field trip"I rolled my eyes, already knowing what it is. "Cammie I take it you already know what the mission is?" Joe asked, not mean but respectfully and with admiration. He's kinda mean to everyone else but he's my godfather so he doesn't get mad at me. And he always goes a little easier on my friends when they act out. "Yes." I said. "Care to explain?" I grinned and walked to the front of the classroom. "Today we're going on a mission. We are supposed to go to the Macy's thanksgiving day parade in New York. We're supposed to be pavement artists and blend in with the crowd while a bunch of boy spies in training from a school like ours in Maine, called Blackthorne, try to identify us." I sat back down and Joe smiled at me. "Very good Ms. Morgan. Now you will each have a comms unit that is connected to the boys. You can hear them but they can't hear you. As Cammie said, you will all try to be pavement artists and blend in. If you are spotted then you take a seat on the bench." We all knew which bench he was talking about. Then he looked straight at me. Oh no this can't be good. "Since we already know how good our chameleon is, you have a special job." Oh god what could it be? "You will be up on one of the floats, singing." I grinned, not one of those boys would be looking at the floats. Solomon just made my life a whole lot easier. I just shrugged and said, "Why not?" "The boys have 15 songs that Cammie is going to sing to capture all 15 of you. Now go get dressed as normal girls would if they were attending the Macy's thanksgiving day parade. Be back here in 30 min." We all stood up and the girls filed out of the room but I waited to talk to Joe. I walked over and gave him a hug. "Those boys won't know what hit em." I whispered in his ear. "No they will not. I've been teaching them long enough to know that." (Oh yeah did I forget to mention Joe also teaches CoveOps at Blackthorne?) I let him go and smirked. I turned to walk out the room but Joe said, "That's how your mother met your father you know. On a mission with Gallagher and Blackthorne." I grinned. "Maybe I'll meet someone too." "If those boys so much as lay a finger on you-" "Relax Joe. Or did you forget the part about me being a spy in training?" He smiled and I walked out. I walked back to our room where Macey was busy doing Liz's make up and Bex was going through Macey's closet, her make up already done. "So, what am I wearing? I am probably going to be seen on national television." I asked them. Bex tossed me some black jeans, a shirt that she didn't even look at, a sweater and a red trench coat, a scarf, and black boots that went to my knees. I grinned and went into the bathroom to change. When I came back out I sat down on my bed so Macey could do my make up. Liz brushed my hair but left it down so it would cover my comms. We were done with 5 min to spare so we started chatting about the boys. "They won't even know what hit them. Even Solomon doesn't think so." I told them. "I'm just hoping I'm at least spotted by a cute one, if I am spotted." Bex stated. I rolled my eyes. "Well thanks to Joe I get to sing 15 songs while being broadcast on National television." "So what are you going to sing?" Liz asked me. "Absolutely no idea." I told her. "I'm winging it." "Come on it's time to go." Macey said pulling us out the door. Then we walked outside and got in the helicopter. We flew towards New York. 3 hours and 27 min later we landed on one of the buildings. We walked inside and Mr. Solomon told the girls to disappear into the crowd. But he steered me towards a float. There were a few dancers who I assumed would dance around me. The float was a big turkey and I realized, IT WAS THE FIRST FLOAT IN THE PARADE! How did Joe manage to get me on this?! As if in answer to my unspoken question, Joe smirked at me and said "Because I'm good." I hopped up on the float and introduced myself to the dancers. Then the float started to move. I faced forward and as we came out of the building I shouted into the microphone "Hello America! Happy Thanksgiving!" And I began to sing.
Zach's POV
We arrived at the parade just as the first song started. We had to find 15 girls from a girls spy school like ours that we hadn't known existed until yesterday. I didn't pay attention to the girl singing on the float, that would only distract me from our mission. I turned to face my class mates. I was kind of the unspoken leader of the junior class. "Okay, 15 of us 15 of them 15 songs. Lets go!" And they all dispersed into the crowd. Including me. It was about a minute later when I heard Grant say into his comms "Tan, long brown hair, standing by the kermit float." "Ms. Walters you have been spotted." I heard Solomon say in our comms. The girl walked over to a bench and sat down. The next song started playing and we kept looking. It went on like this until we had one song, and one girl, left. "Now I should warn you boys, this last girl is a natural pavement artist and a CIA legacy and she is very good." Did I just hear Mr. Solomon give a compliment? This girl was a CIA legacy? She was that good? I cleared my head. I need to focus.
Cammie's POV
I have to admit being on the float was fun. And when I heard Joe in my ear telling the boys there was one left I knew it was me. Then I heard him compliment me. And I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Of course he would compliment me. I kept singing and in my comms unit I heard the boys frantically searching for me. As the song was ending the other girls got on the float and danced around me. I smiled. "Okay time is up boys. You failed, but I'm not surprised. The last girl will reveal herself in the next song." I smiled and knew exactly how I'd reveal myself. I started the new song and I could see all of the the boys standing in a group and looking at our float and the girls dancing behind me. They still don't know. So I smirked right at them and reached to push some of my hair behind my ear, revealing ny comms unit. I kept smirking at them and I saw their jaws drop, including the one in the front, who had gorgeous green eyes. As I finished the song I shouted "Have a great Thanksgiving everyone! I know I did!" While looking directly at the boy with the green eyes. Our float rounded a corner and all the dancers congratulated me on a good job. I thanked them and turned to the girls. We started squealing and hugging. "Good job Cammie." I heard Joe say behind me. I looked at him and mouthed Told you so. He mouthed I trained you well back. We went back to the building with the helicopter and flew back to Roseville. When we were in the helicopter I took the liberty of asking Mr. Solomon "So when does our exchange with Blackthorne start?" I heard everyone gasp but he just shook his head and said "You never cease to amaze me." "So it's true? We're having an exchange with Blackthorne?!" Tina Walters asked. Joe nodded. "You will be going there tomorrow and will stay until Christmas break." Everyone started squealing and talking about how hot the boys were. Since I was sitting next to Joe I leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Who was the boy with green eyes and black hair?" Joe laughed. "Zach? Ha! he told me after the mission that he couldn't believe he didn't find you." "Really?" Joe nodded. "Zach's probably the best boy at Blackthorne." I started grinning like an idiot. Joe noticed and whispered "So looks like you did meet someone." I smirked. "No. I beat someone." Just then the helicopter landed and we all got out and ran to pack our bags.
Zach's POV
The singer?! The singer was a spy?! And a CIA legacy?! And Joe thinks she's amazing?! Who was this girl? I needed to find out. As soon as we landed in Blackthorne me, Grant, and Jonas all ran to our room and Jonas began typing on his computer at the speed of light. After 2 hours of him typing and me and Grant sitting in silence I had to ask. "You getting close Jonas?" He shook his head. "Not even. I'm barely through the first firewall!" I groaned and Jonas snapped his laptop shut. "They're good." He said. I nodded. "Who do you think that singer was? Joe said that she's a CIA legacy. But there was something familiar about her..." Grant said then trailed off. I nodded. I had thought that too. It was about 2 am and Jonas yawned. "Whatever. Let's go to sleep." He said. I nodded and fell on my bed.
AN: So whaddya think? I've always liked the idea of both Cammie and Zach being the best and I thought it would be intersting if she was better than him. So review? :)
