Washington D.C.

Cammie's Flat 2:00 A.M

Cammie's POV:

I woke up to hear the floorboards creaking. Someone's here. I reached over to my nightstand opening the drawer to get my knife. With a knife in hand, I made my way towards the door. I peeked over the door. There was a black figure in the living room. Tall, broad shoulders, muscular. Spy. I thought. He seemed to be examining the room. I crept up from behind but he must have sensed my presence since he whipped around. I pounced on him but he managed to kick me back. We started fighting and 2 minutes into the fight he knocked my knife to the floor. In the dark, I saw a flash of a smile. In that brief second, I had him pinned on the floor.

"Who are you? Who do you work for?" I demanded. The figure chuckled.

"Zachary Goode. CIA. You ask so many questions you know that?" The voice said. That voice apparently belonged to "Zach". That could be a cover or not but still, I needed to make sure.

"ID?" I asked. He looked at me. And I swear I could have been knocked over by a feather. His eyes. I got deja vu. Although that was impossible because I'd never met anyone with natural green eyes. I was sure of it. Yet his eyes were familiar to me. Well, must be some green contacts one of my friends wore. That has to be it.

Then he spoke. "Why would I show it to you? For all, I know you're some mole." I glared at him.

"ID now!" I barked. He sighed dramatically. Then I noticed a backpack on the sofa. He saw me eye it.

"I'll show it to you. It's in my back pocket. If you would let me go I could reach for it. Unless you want to do it yourself." He added suggestively with a wink. I gave a snort of disgust.

"If I did reach for your back pocket it would be to whip your ass." I snarled.

He smirked. "Damn, sassy." I let him go but kept him under my supervision. I flicked the light switch and the room lit up. I could see him more clearly. Sharp cheekbones. Nice pink plump lips. And his hair. It was the color of chocolate. Messy in all the right places.

"Here." He flicked the CIA identification. Zachary Goode.

"Ok. I'm Cammie Morgan." I introduced myself. He cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh, I know. You're the famous Chameleon." I whipped around to look at him.

"How do you know my codename? It's classified to people under level 6 clearance." I informed him. Don't tell me he hacked my CIA file.

"Oh right. That's why I'm here. I'm here for a mission. Although I do recommend having better fashion choices." He said eyeing my clothes. I glared at him. I was sleeping before he broke into my flat.

"Whatever. Mission?"

"Yeah here's the file." I took the file that said "Operation Take Down"

"'Operation Take Down'? Are you serious?" I asked.

Zach nodded. "It may seem like a simple in-and-out but for some reason I doubt it."

I opened the file. In the file it said the following:

Operation Take Down

Agents assigned on this mission: Zachary Alexander Goode and Cameron Ann Morgan

Objective: Take down organization (name will be revealed via dead drop)

Dead Drop: Eye of the City

Location: London and Switzerland

Zachary Goode's codename: Shadow

Cameron Morgan's codename: Chameleon

Zachary Goode's Cover: Liam Clark

Likes: Hanging out with friends, spying, missions, sports (basketball, soccer, hockey etc.), his wife

Dislikes: All girls who throw themselves at him, Amateurs (spy or not), dense people, idiots

Wife: Emma Roberts

Job: Agent for the organization (Name Unknown)

Residence: Clarens/Montreux, Montreux, Riviera-Pays-d'Ehaut District, Switzerland

Residence Cost: $22,296,408

Cameron Morgan's Cover: Emma Roberts

Likes: Parties, spying, Bars, missions, danger, husband

Dislikes: Men who don't take a hint, manipulation, failing, amateurs, idiots

Husband: Liam Clark

Job: Informant for the organization

Residence: Clarens/Montreux, Montreux, Riviera-Pays-d'Enhaut District, Switzerland

Residence Cost: $22,296,408

Get the dead drop in London then head to Switzerland for rest of mission

Other Agents on mission: Rebecca Grace Baxter, Grant Newman, Elizabeth Sutton, Jonas Anderson, Macey Mchenry, Preston Winters

I couldn't believe what I was reading. No name for the organization. And it's a riddle. Bex might help. At least my friends are there. I yawned. Zach looked at me. "Sleepy? Recommend you get some sleep. You look terrible." I glared at him.

"Thank you." I said sarcastically.

"Ugh, I'm starving. Can you make me a sandwich?" He asked.

I shot him an incredulous look. "Make you a sandwich? Did you just seriously ask that?" He looked indifferent.

"Yea."

"Do you want me to snap of some of your body parts?"

His eyes widened. "Um...you know what...Imma make myself a sandwich. And can I crash here?"

"You already broke in. Why not? And next time break into my house your body will be floating down the Nile." I said using Joe Solomon's threat.

"You know Joe?" He looked at me. Considering me. I nodded. "Joe knows everyone."

"Yea he taught me what I know." I added. He smiled. An actual smile among all his annoying smirks.

"Crash on the couch." And with that, I left. I closed the door and laid down. What has life come to? I thought.

And I fell asleep.

Following Morning

7:00 a.m

Someone was shaking me awake. I was going to kill them. I opened one eye to see Zach. I punched him. Don't. Ever. Mess. With. A. Gallagher Girl.

"Ow! Gallagher Girl! You punch hard!" Zach exclaimed rubbing the spot where I hit him.

"How'd you know I went to Gallagher?" I asked.

"So many questions." Zach looked at me. "Spy." And then there was that damned smirk.

I groaned. "When will you answer a question with an answer." Then I asked one more question. "Why are you waking me up!"

"To pack. We leave in an hour. Hurry up." I glared at him. Will, I ever not get annoyed?

An hour later we were headed towards the jet. Towards London. To this mission.

"Zach?" I needed to know one thing.

"Yea?" He looked at me.

"What level is this mission?" This was probably a level 7. Taking down an organization. Probably one of those minor groups.

He tensed. "10." He regarded me. I looked at him. 10? 10 is the highest level of a mission.

"10?!" He couldn't be serious. It couldn't be a... It cant be...

"It's a blackout mission." He looked at me. He could tell what I was thinking. Why us? "We are the best of the best Gallagher Girl. He would send us. Because we would take it down...even if we go down with it." I've taken up to level nine missions. But this is the most dangerous type of mission. I can't go MIA or KIA...my mom. We've lost so much...Dad...

Zach saw my pain. And for once, he comforted me. Let's hope this mission won't have any complications.

This is my new story. Hope you enjoy.

-N