Do Or Die

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Summary: "Every other part of my body was on fire. My limbs were trembling so much it was like they were on vibrate. My whole being was convulsing and burning except my heart. My heart was quite miraculously still pumping at a normal pace. Thump, thump, thump. Why? I opened my eyes and saw … green. Oh right, that's why." When agent Cammie Morgan goes on a fatal mission she knows she might not come back but what she doesn't know is that her shadow will do more than just follow her …

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I fell asleep knowing my fate.

I accepted it a week ago when the Director told me of my mission.

I had simply put my emotionless mask on and nodded.

I was devastated for a moment when the Director told me my partner, my lifeline, wouldn't be accompanying me. I nodded. I knew that even though my partner would take a bullet for me, I also knew what she has waiting for her at home. I knew that her new husband, a best friend of mine, would go crazy if she went on this mission with me.

I knew why she pulled out; I also knew that soon she would have another person to protect.

I looked at her when she learned that she was pregnant and I was truly glad for her. Not only was she having a baby and that she would have her husband to share her joy with. No, I was essentially happier because I knew that she was going to stay safe. After all, you only want the best for your sister.

I tuned back into what the Director was saying. Come on, just say it, I thought to him impatiently.

"Now, Miss. Morgan you have to understand to this mission is very top secret. It is extremely dangerous, by your standards, to even accept." I refrained from rolling my eyes; He thinks I would give this opportunity up?

The Director looked at me for a moment then sighed and said, "Because this is a D.O.D. Mission, coming back alive would be a miracle."

Ah, I closed my eyes and let it finally sink in and hit home, there it is.

I opened my eyes to see the Director looking remorsefully at me. I smiled at him, "Thank you", and left, the case file clutched in my hand.

I had left Gallagher Academy knowing this day would come; now I needed to go back one last time.

I went to see the headmistress of Gallagher, my mother. She knew, she knew it was a D.O.D. And yet she looked at me like she always used to, a mother but still she treated me like a Gallagher girl would none the less. I asked if she knew anything of him. No, of course she didn't. I left then, sad I was leaving my mother and angry at him again. Like I had been for the past 5 years.

Five years. One thousand eight hundred and twenty five days. Five years of silence. We both graduated together as a couple, with honours and global job propositions. Instead of the proposal I expected I was handed a mission file and words on evapopaper that said, 'it won't work out any more'. I almost died that mission. I deliberately made mistakes. My partner kept me going. She said he wanted to know if I was okay. I remember crying, for days, when I said 'No!'

Five years of deadly missions, narrow escapes and 12 critical injuries. This is what I heard the Director say was the 'Last Stand', whatever that meant.

I knew it was a D.O.D before he told me because my other best friend hacked the CIA HQ database and told me. She cried.

I left my empty, lifeless apartment knowing I wasn't going to return.

I stared at the door, so like mine, and sprinted away forcing myself not to turn back. I left both apartments knowing I wasn't going to return to them. Ever. Although when she left this last one, the occupant inside knew different.

I arrived at HQ where my colleagues wish me luck and let me know that they will pray for my safety. I turn to one man, punch his shoulder, smirk and say, "Don't pray for my safety" his face fell, "Pray for theirs".

I boarded the plane and waited.

I will fight;I will bring down as many as I can. I will fight as my father would. As I now know he did. I will die a spy's death. Not a hero's death, filled with lost hope, not a saviour's, filled with despair and abandonment. A spy's. Because no one will remember my face when I walk by. That's the life of a spy. We are illusive; we die invisible to the world. That's my life. That is how I will die today. This is what I was trained for, to die invisible defeating the enemy.

Chameleon out.

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