Chapter 1-Cammie
I took a deep breath, to clear my senses, and glanced quickly around the room. My first lesson with Mr Solomon- now officially my stepfather (not sure how I felt about that)- echoed in my mind. Notice things. My eyes traced over every detail, not missing an inch.
Number of escape routes-3 (One just happened to include dropping 30 ft out of the slightly open window, but y'know just another day In the life, eh?)
Number of people in the room-12
Number of these people that were guards-4
Number of times I wished I could be somewhere, anywhere, else-15
Number of minutes spent worrying about my boyfriend/co-worker Zachary Goode- Every. Stinkin'. One.
I sashayed closer, my completely ridiculous heels clanking on the polished floor. According to my alias, I was no longer Cameron Morgan- spy and CIA agent- but Linda Faire, undersecretary to the vice-president of the United States of America. I had no reason to worry, I knew my role by heart, and my disguise was perfect, but still, I felt myself starting to sweat under the brown wig concealing my hair. I still worried that maybe the coloured contacts I had in weren't an exact match to the stormy blue eyes of the real Linda Faire. But maybe I was just worried because I felt the stares of all 12 people in the room, and I wasn't used to that. I was the chameleon, and after all chameleons aren't supposed to be seen.
Trying to remain casual, I swept through the room and stopped in front of the secretary, a fat, balding, sweaty man, who seemed to be severely paranoid. His hands were constantly in motion, and every few seconds his head would whip around and he would appear to search the crowd. When his gaze landed on me (or rather on Linda Faire), however, he relaxed, his stiff posture sagging, and his nervous expression, seemed to flatten out into one of relief.
"Mr Secretary." I kept my voice cool and proffesional as I greeted him, nodding my head once.
"Oh Linda! I'm so glad you're here!" He gushed, his spit flying as he talked, "There-there's been some sort of break i- I must say you're looking positively radiant tonight" Clearly, you didn't have to be a spy to work out that 'Mr Secretary' was easily distracted.
"Thank you Mr Secretary-"
"Please, call me Charles."
I gave what I hoped was an elegant smile "Thank you Charles, you were saying something about a break in?"
O.o.O.o.O
"That was how, five minutes later, I was in the base levels of the third most protected buildings in the US, investigating a break-in. I had kept my disguise on, just in case. I had come too far, climbed too high, to be recognised, and fall at the the final hurdle. I was unarmed as I walked through the grey corridor. Or I was, according to anyone who wasnt...well...a spy. I crept along, keeping my footsteps silent as I went, feeling entirely confident that I could, in fact, stop any threat that had managed to break in. That was, until I heard the voices. Then I froze. I told myself it couldn't be. That it was simply wishful thinking. That it wasn't possible. But really, there was only one person that voice could have belonged to. One person, whose voice was so instantly familiar, I would recognise it before I would recognise my own. The one person who was my best friend. The one person who was- I turned the corner, and looked straight into the eyes of-
"Bex"