AN: Okay everyone! Heres my second fanfic! I hope you like it! REVIEW! I won't update until I have at least five reviews so tell your friends!
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Chapter 1: Here We Go Again
Okay, so I admit it. This is going to sound pretty stupid on my part. But even as a highly trained operative, who, as a profession, was trained to expect the unexpected, the last thing I expected to see was a chopper landing in the grazing field of my grandparents ranch in Nebraska.
My name is Cammie Morgan, and it was the summer after sophomore year. At the sound of the chopper blades, one of my best friends in the world, Bex, came to my side. Of course, it wasn't hard to hear the chopper, but I didn't even notice Bex come up next to me. I may be The Chameleon but Bex Baxter masters stealth.
Two men dressed in all black with dark shades (apparently that's not just a movie thing) came out of the helicopter and began making their way towards us. Neither of them were smiling.
"Cameron Morgan?" The man on the right asked. I suddenly became the spy I was trained to be and not the sixteen year-old girl I was, "I'm Cameron Morgan." The two men exchanged a glance that told me they were expecting their subject to be a bit older but then continued. "Operative Rachel Morgan requested that we bring Cameron Morgan and Rebecca Baxter to her location immediately," the man on the left said.
"Which would be where exactly?" Bex said stubbornly. Rebecca Baxter was practically an Egyptian goddess with her perfect skin and beautiful figure, she could kill a man seven different ways with her bare hands, speak fourteen different languages (fluently), and repel off a building in ten seconds flat using only duck tape and dental floss, but her pride and joy was her stubborn nature and her absolute perfect bluff. Bex could know absolutely nothing; but then again she could know everything, so in the three seconds it took for the Men-in-Black to answer, I focussed on her face. Still. Pupils even, pulse steady, no sign of any hard breathing. She was either very good or she was telling the truth. But my attention quickly turned back to the men who could most likely take down a pro-wrestler.
The one on the right slowly shook his head. "I'm sorry, Miss, but that information is-" he began, but I cut him off.
"Classified," I said plainly. He nodded and, for the first time since our meeting, he gave us a half grin, but then it was gone and I questioned to myself whether it had existed at all.
"Operative Morgan is expecting us to complete our mission before nightfall, so if you could please get into the chopper, we will depart," He made a movement with his hand saying that we should climb in. I looked back at the house, but Bex looked at me as if to read my mind.
"You'll have to call and tell them something later," she whispered gently in my ear. I smiled to her. Bex is the most amazing friend a girl could ask for, always knowing what to say, when to say it. Of course, she's also a spy…
I followed her to the helicopter and we rode into the air. "Please put these on," another man who had stayed in the chopper said, handing each of us a blind fold. We knew the drill. We quickly tied the blindfolds around our eyes so that we couldn't see. Who knew that national security could depend on such a puny piece of cloth?
If Bex and I had been normal kids, we would have been totally freaked out by then. But we weren't normal. And we weren't freaked. We were special. We were spies.
So as the chopper made a quick escape from the confines of that little Nebraska ranch and towards my highly-trained-operative-mother, I counted the seconds like the good little spy I was.
One-thousand eighty-six, one-thousand eighty-seven, one-thousand eighty-eight…