Job, Mission or Chance at Love?
Chapter One
My name is Cameron Ann Morgan. My friends call me Cammie. I am the number one ranking agent in the world and the only person besides the director of the CIA, Will, to have Level 50 clearance. (Yes, in the Chameleon. Get over it!) In other words I'm the best spy there is. I started my training when I was 2-years-old and I've been on and successfully completed over 500 missions since. My mom is the headmistress of the Gallagher Academy For Exceptional Young Women, a all girls school training the students to be spies. My dad is the headmaster of the Blackthorne Institute for Troubled Young Men, a all boys school training the students to be spies. My Uncle Joe is the CoveOps teacher at both schools and my Aunt Abby helps him out. I went to Gallagher for a year in seventh grade but they couldn't teach me anything I didn't already know so I left. But, when I was there, I made some friends. Sure, I was friends with everyone but my roommates and I were the closest. There names are Liz, the best hacker in the world a.k.a Bookworm, Bex, the best fighter in the world a.k.a Duchess, and Macey, the best person in the world at disguise a.k.a. Peacock. (Yes, she is the Senators daughter. Get over it!)
They still go to Gallagher but they also do work for the CIA so we see each other. Together we make up the famous Alpha Team. Its been a while since I've seen them though but that's irrelevant. This is a Covert Operations report of the mission I went on a year ago. The mission that changed my life forever...
I woke up to the sound of my alarm at 8:50am. I jumped out of bed and ran to Will's room. (Yes, I live with the director of the CIA. Again, get over it!) I banged on his door. "Get up! We do have to work today!"
I earned a grunt in response.
I sighed. Deciding to go with my last resort early. (I learned it from Bex.) I went into the kitchen and pulled a bucket from under the sink. I filled it with ice and then water, making my way back to Will's door. Holding the bucket with one hand, I pulled a bobby pin out of my messy bun and picked the lock. I entered the room and dumped the ice water on a sleeping Will. He bolted right up and when his eyes found me holding a bucket in my hands he glared. I just smirked. "You wouldn't get up."
With that I walked out of the room, returning the bucket to its usual place. When I entered my bedroom I jumped into the shower, washing my hair with coconut shampoo. I put on my fluffy robe and went into my large closet. It was around then that I remembered that it was my birthday. (I mean, remember isn't really the word for it considering spies don't forget anything, but whatever.) It was around then that i remembered i was 16. It was around then that I remembered that I was going to be teaching CoveOps at Blackthorne during the exchange it was having with Gallagher that year while Joe and Abby went on a mission. It was around then that I remembered I had to fly a helicopter to Blackthorne and be there around 8:00pm that very day.
I was excited. I was thrilled. And most of all I got to see my parents on my birthday. Not to mention my besties! Ugh, that was so cliché. Oh well.
It was also around then that my "conscience" (I put quotes around that because spies don't really have a conscience. We have instincts.) told me that I still needed to get ready. I decided on skinny denim jeans, a baby blue crop top, my black leather jacket and my black converse. I put on the locket that my mom and dad got me around my neck as I do every morning and put in some baby blue, fringy earnings. I straightened my long, waist length hair and left it down. I grabbed my designer black sunglasses, sliding them up my head. I picked up my phone and my wrislet, I looked in the mirror, smiling to mysebox
When I left my room, Will was in the kitchen sipping on a cup of coffee. He smiled. "Happy Birthday." He handed me a black box.
I ripped it open and gasped. "No way! Is this a Beretta Px4 Storm!?"
"Yes. Yes it is."
It came with a holster that I strapped to my belt and stuck the new gun inside.
He laughed at my urgency. "Let's go."
He grabbed his briefcase and I stuck my phone into my jacket's inside pocket, pulling my wristlet over my hand. We left our apartment and ran down the stairs. I gasped at what I saw, yet again. Abby and Joe were leaning on a mint green 2018 Ford Mustang Convertible. (I know what you're all thinking. You can drive? Do you even have a licences? Well, a), I've been driving since I could walk. And b), you don't really worry about the government when you work for them.)
"Happy Birthday!" My Aunt and Uncle shouted.
"This is mine, right?" I asked, walking up to the car.
"Yep. Along with these." Abby answered, pulling out keys and a brand new license with my picture on it. (No, its not real. Oh -insert sigh- the perks of working for the CIA...)
I grabbed the keys and stuck my new license in my wristlet. I jumped into the drivers seat, put my sunglasses over my eyes, let the roof down and said, "Who wants a ride to HQ?"
They all cheered and jumped in. I quickly drove us to the sky scraper that was HQ and started my long day of work.