AN: Hi everyone, Powerof923 here! This is my first story and I did it because I felt it was unique and no one else had published anything similar. I hope you enjoy and please give me any feedback for future references so I can improve my stories! Yeah!

Disclaimer:

Me: (sigh)

Friend: What's wrong?

Me: I don't own the brilliance that is Ally Carter's mind, I just own the plot for this story (sigh … again)

Friend: OK … slightly creepy but cheer up! Let's go get Cookie Dough Ice Cream!

Me: YESSSS! (fist pounds the air)

Gallagher Academy: The Final Stand

Chapter 1: Cameron's POV

It was a crisp day in the middle of April. The sun was shining yet the air was fresh and left a cold tingle on my cheeks. I always liked the grounds of The Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. They were in a word … perfect, far from what my life was, or should have been.

Don't get me wrong everything should have been good about my life. I had three wonderful friends, a strong mum, I attended an amazing school for spies (a career in which I had come to value), a rocking Aunt (who may or may not have a crush on my Covert Operation teacher), excellent professors, an awesome year and one handsome if not annoying love interest. So you may be wondering what could be wrong with my life?

Well for starters there was the terrorist organisation, The Circle of Cavan after me, for crimes I did not know of, my father was missing, the formerly mentioned Covert Operations teacher was in a coma (though he seemed to be coming around slowly) and my not quite boyfriend was sometimes way too annoying, cryptic or hot for my lying. Actually not hot, I don't mind that.

It was with these thoughts that I came to the end of my walk and the end of my free period, so I jogged back up the stairs and went to my dormitory to find my three best friends.

I was met by my first friend Liz, who shoved my books for Cove Ops into my hands ready for my next lesson. Liz had always the most academically focused of all of my friends. She was a pixie waif with bubbly sun-bleached blonde hair that framed her heart-shape face and matched her twinkling blue eyes. She smiled at me and then rushed off to print of the 35 page essay for Dr Fibs on the History of Poison and its Uses in the World of Espionage. Liz could be a klutz but she was also the most heart-warming and considerate person I knew.

I turned to look at my second best friend Bex Baxter, who shook her head back at me, mouthed the words "three months early," and then continued to go through fighting stances in her mind with a smile on her face. There was definitely only one word to describe Bex Baxter, British crime-fighting extraordinaire. Unique. She was the only English member of the Gallagher Academy. She was the only person I knew who managed to kill a guy with a bobble (God knows how she did that, she won't tell us). She was the only person who could look so exotic, so exciting, and so innocent. Yet 'innocent' was a word I would definitely not use to describe Bex Baxter and her devious ways. She was a lean, mean fighting machine, literally, yet worst of all she was … a prankster, and a good one at that. A shudder went down my spine and Bex gave me an evil grin.

Then there was Macey McHenry, the senator's daughter. Didn't expect that did you? Beautiful, lean and naturally talented, Macey was probably the most honest out of all of us. She was the one I could rely on to get in to an area, complete a mission and get out without dilly dallying or killing one guy too extra. Her black hair was perfectly even and straight as she read a copy of 'Cover's around the World' by Helen Martins.

"We should be going, we'll be late at this rate," she spoke calmly, gathering up her books and walking with Bex and I down to Cove Ops.

"Wait," cried an anxious Liz, as page 34 reeled out of the printer, "it's … almost … done!" And with that she gathered up the paper's and followed us out of the room.

"Where were you?" Bex asked.

"The grounds, going for a walk," I replied absent mindedly.

"Again! It's been the fifth time this week. We're missing you in free period and -," but I cut her off.

"They're a nice place to think," I spoke calmly, knowing she would understand. Sure enough Bex dropped the subject. All of my friends, in fact the whole school knew what was going on. They also knew that there was a good chance that someday, they might have to fight the Circle of Cavan, a prospect that must terrify the first years. The more anxious people like Liz, hated the thought. The more Bex-like people couldn't wait to hurt the people who were hurting her friends.

We were almost at the entrance to the Sub-Levels, the classrooms for Cove Ops when my mother's voice shouted "Cameron!" she sounded terrified, her voice filled with anger, and fear

The next second a large mechanical voice sounded through my ears "CODE BLACK, CODE BLACK, CODE BLACK!" The next thing I knew the school which I loved the most was going under lock down protecting itself from the unknown. And I was left, running through the halls, all books discarded, to the Grand Hall. Alone, petrified, yet hardened knowing that I was among my school – my sisters - waiting for the force I'd been scared of for months to come and consume me.