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"Good morning Ms. Morgan. Here's your coffee." The CIA secretary said smilingly, handing me a steaming cup over the counter as I strode past and grabbed it without breaking stride.

"Thank you." I sang as I listened to my heels click on the linoleum floor of the CIA HQ in Langley. It was only twenty miles away from my old school, Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. Only a select number of people actually know it is really a school that trains spies.

My mother was still the headmistress there, and Joe Solomon was still the CovOps teacher. I had a keen suspicion he and my mother 'got it on' after hours. I mean, that's what the teacher's lounge is for, right? No one ever used it when I went to school there- and I was preferably happy with it that way.

I clicked and clacked my way into the lab located in the heart of the CIA that held one of my best friends.

"Liz!" I yelled into the room as I dropped my bag and gasped. Her head popped up.

"Oh… um… hey Cam…" she giggled, embarrassed. She stood up and started brushing herself off. Of course, my trained spy eyes found no dirt on her.

"Sorry for interrupting you." I said, my eyes slipping over to Jonas.

Yes, the Jonas. As in Blackthorne Boy Jonas. I should have known I would run into Blackthorne Boys. And I should have known Jonas would end up working with Liz. Considering they were both geniuses by spy school standards.

"Hey, Cammie." Jonas said, smiling.

"Well, I'm just going to come back later, and we'll all pretend this never happened. Sound good?" They nodded. "Ciao." And I exited, and shivered.

"Walk in on their love fest?" A voice asked to my right.

"Don't even start with me, Macey!" I yelled, and tossed my styrofoam coffee cup into the nearest trash can, dropped my laptop bag with a loud clang, and ran to her. "It's been forever. How did you avoid the media? Wait, don't tell me. Decoy and escape?" I guessed, to which she answered by smiling and nodding her head.

"The Cameron Morgan original. Damn...you look great. Time to catch up! I have to be back to the big white house in two hours, babe." She said. Yep, Macey was the first daughter. Talk about keeping up appearances. We all knew (Gallagher Girls, I mean) that she didn't like it, and it was just her cover. Ha-ha.

We laughed and proceeded to my office. When we got to the door, I heard rustling inside and motioned for Macey to follow my lead. I kicked open the door and flashed the lights on. There, standing over my desk, with a flashlight in her mouth, reading files was Rebecca Baxter.

"Bex! What are you doing? You aren't due back until Thursday!" I yelled as Macey and I hugged her.

She spit the flashlight out of her mouth, "Well, I finished early and decided to dig around and see if you did anything dirty while I was gone." She wiggled her eyebrows at me as if to say "Do you catch my drift?".

I slapped her arm. "I did not do anything dirty. Although, I did catch my mom and Solomon almost doing the dirty. Talk about ewwwww." I said scrunching up my nose.

"Ms. Morgan?" the secretary's voice came over my intercom, interrupting the beginning of an interesting conversation.

"Yes?"
"You're needed in Briefing Room number 12. Stat. Ms. McHenry and Ms. Baxter are welcome as well."

"Thank you. Let's go guys." My friends followed me down the hall quietly to the room. Eerie. Anywhoodles, I hadn't been on a mission in about a month, the chief 'claimed' that there were no jobs available and I was all, "Yeah, right." So hopefully I was going on another mission, it would give me the chance to get away from my mom and Solomon's lovey dovey-ness. Yuck.

I knocked on the door. "Enter." I opened the door and shot my friends a look as they giggled and made funny faces.

"You guys are such freaks!" I hissed as I closed the door behind me. "Mr. Howard, what can I do for you?" I questioned, sinking into the nearest chair.

"Well, I do have a new assignment for you. You can thank Ms. Sutton from the lab for uncovering this information just moments ago. You see, the American Space Station, (the HQ located in space) just had their program overrun, and I need you to go to the unit in space and help fix it. There will be other agents up there, and of course keep the real reasons for being up there unaware to the regular pilots and crew at the station. Here is your packet."

I opened the packet and took a quick glimpse. My trained eyes caught numerous names. I breathed out heavily.

Pilots:

Henry James

Josh Abrams

Crew:

Hector Passadome

George Klyne

Amanda Riviera

Helen Caste

Agents:

Cameron Morgan

Macey McHenry

Tina Walters

Grant Jacobs

Zachary Goode

"Now, I realize that you know all of the other agents, considering you had your training together back in the day. Ms. McHenry, you will also be on this mission- we already have an excuse for you. You will be visiting a third world country in Asia. You leave pronto. There is a rocket waiting for you and your team outside. First please head to the-" the chief went on but Bex cut him off.

"Yeah, Chief, they know where to go- standard procedure. Tell me- can I go on this mission?" Bex begged, not caring about her rudeness toward the Chief of the CIA.

"Well," he thought. "The roster is full, but if they need help we will see about sending you, Rebecca." He reassured a pouting Bex.

"Whatever." She said glumly as we all got up to leave.

"Good luck!"

"We don't need luck; we're twenty-five year old trained spies. We've been practicing this stuff for over a decade. Geez. This is like the easiest mission ever." She rolled her eyes.

"Well, Mace," I said reading the booklet, "there may be a traitor up there." We walked through the door to the room that held the gadgets, not realizing that there were other people in the room besides Marty, the gadget whiz. He was old, like in his sixties, but he was an amazing genius who could create any gadget you could think of.

"Oooo." Bex said.

"Oh puh-lease. That's the least of our worries. Did you see who else is going?" She pointed to Josh's name.

"Bex, do you not see Josh Abrams as the name of the co-pilot? As in, Cammie's ex-beau, Josh? Did you forget everything? Sure she looks different now, but he'll probably still recognize her. You know, I never got my chance to beat him up." Macey fantasized.

"I know she looks different, dumb dumb." Bex muttered, stepping closer to Macey. "And yeah I realize that it's the Josh Abrams. But did you not see the rest of the list?" She hissed quietly.

"W-" Macey started before I stepped in between them.

"Whatever guys. No need to fight over my problems. I haven't thought about that guy for years and I'll probably not even talk to him… much." I shrugged it off, as if it were really that unimportant. "Can we please just get on with this, before I leave you both here?" I whined, staring pointedly at Macey.

"Ehmagawd!" someone shouted. "Brava performance, girls. And to think they never offered drama at Gallagher." We heard a voice say before we looked up to see an older Tina Walters standing before us.

"Wow, Tina, it's been years, hasn't it?" I said before allowing her to hug me. It was just a little too tight for my liking, though. Then she moved on to Macey and Bex who stood still like statues as they were hugged like teddy-bears by Tina.

"I know, right? We so have to catch up on this trip. Oh, sorry, Bex, you're not going. I heard you're the emergency contact though. Plus you have Liz. Although, my informants tell me Cammie walked in on them doing the dirty this morning in the lab, so you might want to check before you go in." I shivered at the thought.

"Wow, same old, talks-a-lot-Tina." Macey said.

"Wait? Jonas and Liz? Doing the dirty? How come no one told me?" Bex practically yelled.

"Shut up!" I hissed, hoping no one heard. "Yeah, I walked in on them… ugh." I repeated.

"Yeah Jonas!" someone whooted from the other side of the room.

"Shut up Grant, we're talking! Don't make me come over there!" Bex yelled over my shoulder, causing me to freeze.

"Anyways, we really should start getting ready...you know." I shrugged.

"Okay, I'm going to go check on our girl now. In the lab? Seriously? Liz? Come on, she's not that dirty…" Bex trailed off, thinking. I nodded.

"Actually, yes. Take it from a witness."

She shrugged. "Okay, I'll see you when you get back. Bye!" She said, hugging me and Macey, and reluctantly getting another hug from Tina. Once Tina's back was turned she made a gagging motion and walked out the doors smiling at Macey and me.

I covered my mouth to keep from laughing. Macey spun me around to look at Grant, Zach, and Marty.

"Problem number two of the day." She whispered in my ear. In my peripheral vision I noticed everyone else and a man who looked to be around my age standing next to Marty. I strode up casually ignoring Grant and Zach.

"Hey Marty. Who's this?" I said nodding to the new guy.

"This is Zachary and Grant-ary." He joked.

"I know who they are." I said rolling my eyes.

"Lyle Tempra, pleasure to meet you." He said smiling and holding out his hand. I shook it and looked at him. "You're Cameron Morgan aren't you? I've heard about you. You're a real legend…" he trailed off.

"Um, thanks, I guess. Just born into the name. Then again, they don't call me the chameleon for nothing." I said flirtatiously and turned on my heel to walk towards the table. Everyone watched me from their places by Marty.

I picked up a gun and cocked it in the air. "Oooo. My favorite, thanks Marty." I complimented, winking at him. He laughed heartily. "Thanks for fixing my blow drier by the way." I said while continuing to tinker with the items, feeling the heat of everyone's eyes on me. "Although I suppose you had something to do with the fact that Bex got into my office?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Sorry." He said guiltily.

I picked up a different gun and then leaned down and yanked up my jean leg. Someone took a sharp breath. I hooked the gun to a strap wrapped around my lower leg and pushed my pant leg back down before pulling my hair up into a high ponytail.

"'Kay, Marty, I'm all good. Let's get this show on the road." He grinned at me and gestured to Lyle.

"Well, as Ms. Morgan just showed you-" he said, but I cut him off.

"Cammie."

"Alright," He smiled at me, and Macey nudged me in the ribs. "As Cammie just showed you all, everyone will have guns along with the rest of the standard equipment: lasers, comms, smoke bombs, X-ray goggles, and laptops with all the necessary software already installed.

"Yay!" Tina clapped her hands together and skipped over to the table. I looked at Macey, who just shrugged.

"Can I have my-" I started before Lyle tossed me a bag.

"Marty already told me," He shrugged, "and I figured anything I can do to help you will help me get on your good side." He grinned, leaning towards me. I had to admit, he was pretty hot, so what was the harm in flirting back, right?

"That's a good idea." I winked at him before joining the rest of my team.

"Okay this shouldn't take too long. Tina- less talking, Macey- stop threatening Tina, Grant- well, there's nothing I can do to stop you, but know that I will call Bex to hurt you if I hear any innuendos, Zach- less smirking, it's kind of annoying, and I'll-"

"So I just annoy you now do I?" Zach said, leaning towards me across the weapons table.

"No, you don't just annoy me," I said sweetly, "you annoy the shit out of me with that smirk of yours." I hit his head back with my palm on the forehead, in the way they do when they say, 'could have had a V8.'

"What's up with them?" I heard Lyle ask.

"They've got history dude, and everyone knows you don't mess with history…" I heard Grant say and then a smack. "Macey, that totally hurt."

"See ya Marty!" I called, "Lyle." I nodded toward him and started walking to the deck I would use to board the plane-like rocket. There were special seats that shifted eachtime we passed through one of the atmosphere's layers so that we were always sitting right-side up, whichever way it changed.

"Let's go people," I clapped my hands together, "We don't have all day." My cell phone rang.

"Wow, that was fast Bex." I said into the phone, and immediately everybody's eyes fell on me, including Grant's.

"Seriously, do they ever stop?" Bex yelled into the phone so everyone could hear.

"Who?"

"Jonas and Liz. Seriously. If Chief hadn't told us that she was the one that had uncovered the evidence 'moments ago' I would of thought that she and Jonas never did anything but… Oh my God!" she shouted.

"What?" I shrieked.

"I have got to get out of here. Let me say though- we trained her well. Bex out."

"See ya. Stay away from the lab. Ciao." I said, closing the cell.

"She walked in on them?" Macey asked as she walked past.

"Mhmm." I said.

"So tell me ladies," Grant said coming between us and putting his arms over our shoulders as we walked across the boarding dock, "what have you two been up to lately?" he raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"How about I tell you when you take the comms out of your ear?" I said all girly-girl-ish. He frowned.

"Nice try!" I shouted to Zach.

"Nice. Chameleon's still got her touch." Grant said, releasing Macey and I, drifting back toward Zach.

"Never lost it Grant-ary." I called.

"Tell me, did you lose something else?" he shouted.

"What?" I said, then realizing what he meant.

"You know what I mean Cammie." He smiled back.

"And why would you want to know, Mr. Hot-shot?" I yelled.

"I don't!" He yelled back.

I froze. Who does Grant know that might want to know that? Ding. Zach.

Why would Zach want to know if I was still a…*gulp*…virgin?

A little more limey thoughts than usual. R/R! Tell me what you think; I don't know if I should even continue this story. It doesn't seem too good. :[ Tell me what you think! Please!?!?