CHAPTER 1- Departures

I looked down at the note Zach had left me.

Have fun in London

-Z

I smiled. How he knew I was going to London? I had no idea, but the fact he knew made me smile. Maybe there was still something left for Zach and I. Then I remembered the way if I ever asked him how he knew he'd just point at himself and say, "Spy". I closed my eyes for a moment. Zach, myself, and all my friends were spies. The girls went to Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. If you had a security clearance over level 6 you'd know we exist, if not, you'd just think we were another rich kid school. Zach went to Blackthorne Academy for Young Men. My father had gone there, but now he was dead. My mom was the headmistress at Gallagher.

"Cammie? Come on!" My best friend Bex yelled to me from down the hall. I turned, her suitcase was already packed. I just had to put the finishing touches on my packing job and then I was ready to head to her home in London for the Winter break.

"Coming!" I threw the rest of my small wardrobe into my suitcase then dragged my two bags down the hall.

"My Mom's outside! I'll meet you at the car! Number 12 okay?" She called up. It was obvious her mom was with her. She had let her accent affect her words strongly. I smirked, it was so cute. Smirking reminded me of Zach. I shook my head. I promised myself I wouldn't think of Zach for the rest of the break.

"So, Cammie, are you ready for the break? I know it's your first time away from school for a few years for Christmas, but I promise you it'll be a lot of fun!" Bex's mom, Karen, said.

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine." I laughed.

"Good." Goode was Zach's last name. I blinked a couple times to clear my head. We spent the rest of the ride talking about what we were going to do. Bex was going to take me to her gym so we could stay in shape, and we could always make up missions to stay safe. I smiled at the thought.

The limo driver finally reached the airport. Karen led us to a jet while Bex and I pretended to pant heavily while dragging our suit cases. Truth was we were probably in better shape than most Olympic atheletes.

"Do you girls need some help?" A group of three guys came up over us.

"No we're fine thanks." Bex said, while we both took in every detail. Just part of being a spy. They all had different coloured hair, brown, black, and blond. All their hair was dyed. The brown haired one had blue eyes, the black haired one had brown eyes, and obviously, the blond one had green eyes. The odd thing was all their hair was dyed and they were each wearing contacts. They were all well muscled and they all looked around taking in every detail. Also, their features were each altered slightly. I couldn't tell what they originally looked like, but I knew they were all good looking. When they spoke their voice sounded kind of fake.

"Where do you go to school?" Bex asked bluntly. I knew she was thinking the same thing I was. They were spies.

"Around." The blond one waved his hand, brushing the question off. I cut in before Bex started to interogate them.

"Cool. Cause we know some people that look like you. We were wondering if you lived in the same area, in case you were related. Whatever though." I smiled at them. "What are your names?"

"Nick." The brown haired one said.

"Ryan." The black haired one smirked. What is with guys and smirking? Where's Macey when you need her? Macey was one of my other best friends. She's Senator McHenry's daughter. She was a boy expert. I'd text her when we got on the plane.

"Tyler." The blond one concluded.

"And I'm Lindsey, but this isn't role call. Boys, you need to come with me. Right now." A lady of around 31 and a half years old came over to us. She looked sparkling clean and was perfectly dressed. She took in everything about us. Her eys flashed as she realized what we were. She was a spy too.

"Now." She repeated. The boys followed her obediently.

"Girls!" Karen called, looking at Lindsey suspiciously. We ran off forgetting our cover of panting. We reached her momentarily dragged two suitcases probably 5 kg each. We tossed them in the cargo hold then jumped on the plane.

"Hey mom. Do you know her?" Karen nodded.

"Yes, she's one of the most elite spies in the world. Dana, no last name. She's a genius, so stay away from her if possible and her boys. They seem to be her newest projects." Bex and I both agreed quickly.

6 hours into the flight I got up to get some food from the snack bar.. We were sitting in first class but the bar had a line so I headed back into coach. I looked down the aisle as I passed. I saw two people that looked faintly familiar, but my quest for food took over my instincts so I kept going.

As people stood up to get off the flight one of the two people I thougt looked familiar passed. I gasped when I saw him. It was impossible. He looked exactly like my father.

"What's wrong Cammie?" Bex asked.

"It's nothing." I closed my eyes for a few minutes. When I opened them again the man was gone. As if he was never there. That was better. I dropped a couple dozen of coins on the ground by accident. I bent down to pick them up when I saw the green t-shirt of the other look alike I saw earlier. The guy was bent down helping me pick up the coins. I looked at him closely.

"Thanks."

"No problem." My eyes widened at the sound of the voice. I stared at his dark brown hair that was just passed his ears. I looked at his muscular arms. They were usually covered by the jacket I was currently wearing.

"No problem. I hope my jacket's keeping you warm... Gallagher girl." I gasped for the second time in a minute. I looked at his face. I stared into the bright green eyes of Zachery Goode.

So much for my idea of not thinking about Zach for the rest of Winter Break.