Summary:

A normal girl gets found by Gallagher Academy, who expects great things from her because of her heritage. The Circle of Cavan is after her, too. What if she doesn't want to be the worlds greatest spy? What if whe just wants to be normal?


Hello. My name is Cammie Morgan. I am a perfectly normal junior-in-high-school kid. Except for the part that my school is a school for spies.

Just like right now. One of my best friends, Bex, is standing above me in our suite, having just practiced a move that we had just learned in P & E (Protection and Enforcement). My next closest friend, Liz Sutton, is sitting on a beanbag at the foot of my bed, rifling through a textbook, trying to find what maneuver Bex had just used on me. My third roommate and best friend, Macey McHenry, was currently in an exam for Countries of the World where she had to determine what language, what accent, and what Mr. Smithis speaking.

That day was the first Friday after Winter Break and all of us were relaxing (except for Macey) because our classes were canceled. I stood up and walked over to the bathroom, where I found a note taped to the mirror.

"Hey, guys!" I called, unfolding the Evapo-paper. Bex and Liz ran quickly to my side and read with me the note written in Mr. Solomon's, our Covert Operations teacher's, handwriting.


Hello girls! When you find this note, follow the instructions written below IMMEDIATELY and then report to the Entrance Hall at half-after four. (Ms. Sutton, you are coming too with Ms. McHenry.)

Get dressed up, we're going to see a play!

Pack all of your gear; this is going to be a tricky one.

Hair-spray your hair, we're going in a helicopter.

Good luck!


I finished reading 4 seconds after Liz and she turned to me in fear. "I don't have fancy enough clothes for a PLAY!" she screamed in my face, turning to her closet and tearing through it.

Bex dragged me by the shoulder into the bedroom, where she shoved me down on a beanbag just as Macey burst through the door and together, they assessed my face before turning to Macey's closet, where they tore through the ball-gowns even more feverishly than Liz. I tried to stand to help but Macey turned back to me and held a silvery dress next to my face. Bex then turned and held a gold long-sleeved dress to the other side of my face.

"Gold." they stated together before Macey turned back to place her dress on her own bed. She and Bex as one shoved me into the bathroom, where they start immediately working on my face and hair. Liz put in her own comments once in a while and after a long time of torture, Macey finally said, "She's acceptable." and practically threw me back into the bedroom to change. I quickly stripped off my uniform and put on the gold dress that hangs perfectly, fluttering down to the top of my knees. I quickly put on a pair of black gladiator sandals with gold and black gems on the top. Macey emerged from the bathroom and quickly ran her hand over the front of the silver dress that seemed to make her glow.

Bex came out in my red strapless gown and Liz skipped out in a blue spaghetti strap below-the-knee dress. Bex smacked her forehead and ran back into the bathroom, screaming, "Hairspray!" Then she came out and attacks my curled elegant up-do with the sticky stuff and some mousse. Then she sprayed Liz and Macey before we all walk out of the suite in a single-file line, finding the other juniors in dresses like ours. We all giggled on our way down the stairs, where we found Mr. Solomon and my mom in elegant eveningwear.

Mr. Solomon stepped away from Mom and smirked saying, "You know, girls, it is almost as if you got dressed knowing that the Blackthorne boys are going to be coming with us." The other girls erupted into titters as the front doors busted open, revealing our Blackthorne boys in a helicopter just across the long lane. Mr. Solomon and Headmistress Morgan quickly herded the ten girls into the copter. We all dove into it, trying to preserve our hair and dresses. I scrambled into a seat before noticing that to my left is Zachary Goode. He smirked quickly before the rest of the girls found their spots to my right and Solomon slides the door shut behind my mother.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is going to be very tricky. We are going to a play to protect one of the actors and the mother of this actress." he got right to the point, throwing everyone a picture. The picture was of a laughing group of girls. The one in the middle (whose face was circled in blue pen) was a typical seventh grader; she looked like she would be a Chameleon if she came to our school, too. Her shoulder-length, layered bob was just a shade lighter than black and her eyes were electric blue, like Macey's.

"Our protected is Krystal Jade Gallagher." Mr. Solomon said slowly. It took a couple of moments for his words to sink in, but then the cries of outrage erupted in the helicopter.

"Hey!" my mother screamed over the chaos, immediately silencing us all. "Let Mr. Solomon finish!"

"Thank you Rachel. Gillian Gallagher had a cousin, Grant Gallagher, who got married to Sapphire Kayerri and Krystal is their descendant. The Circle of Cavan has infiltrated Krystal's inner circle of friends and we suspect that they will try to take her tonight." I gasped and Bex reached across my shoulders to give me a quick hug.

"But Mr. Solo-" Bex interrupted.

"No buts, Ms. Baxter. You, Zachary Goode, and Ms. Morgan will be working backstage, trying to find the bugs in Krystal's dressing room before the play ends." he glared at Bex and tossed a box of headsets over to the three of us. Bex grabbed a Bedazzled set and Zach snatched a plain black one, leaving me with a pink one.

"Ms. Gallagher's mother is the reason why Krystal is in so much trouble. She is a descendant of Jacob Blackthorne." –Insert the boys' collective gasp- "and has been secretly training Krystal (without Krystal actually knowing) so she is at the level of a junior at either school, even though she is only 13 years old." Solomon finishes before getting cut off by Grant, Zach's best friend.

"Sir! Jacob Blackthorne never got married because she was tired of men getting distracted by the female species! –No offense girls."

"None taken." Macey replied evenly and Grant smiled gratefully.

"Well, he broke his oath. Do you remember when he mysteriously disappeared of the face of the earth? Do you remember his last words to anyone?" Mr. Solomon quizzed.

"I believe it was: 'Well, women aren't the worst things Josef. Sometimes we need each other'." Jonas, Zach's other friend, recited like it was a well-known nursery rhyme.

"Correct Jonas. After he said those words to his brother, he ran off for his evening run and never came back. He never came back until because he had run to his high-school sweetheart on a mission and had fallen back in love. He was running to her, where they then ran away together to Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Their descendants have stayed in that area for generations, and now we find them in Hartland, Wisconsin. Krystal is the greatest legacy that both schools have seen, and she is the last in the line of Gallagher's. She will be the last one with that last name." Solomon explained as he passed another box of Comms out. These were the less obnoxious, hide-in-the-ear kind.

Then he passed another box around that held buttons that said "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream-Button!" cross necklaces, and bow-ties. Zach chose a bow-tie, I chose a necklace, and Bex chose a button.

When we touched down, we were all ready. Bex (Duchess), Zach (Shadow), and I (Chameleon) each had a dart gun, bug sensors, and a truth ring. Bex and I also had wire-clippers, wrenches, and screwdrivers to remove the bugs. We also changed in the back of the Copter into more discreet-looking outfits. I was Karina Greene, an 18-year-old who was a trainee room sitter (I had the hardest job: I had to keep Krystal's dressing room clean and clear (and that's not even thinking about Mrs. Gallagher!)). Bex was Elli Grossman, a 17-year-old trainee make-up artist. She was assigned Krystal's make-up for the night and seeing that it was opening night, she had to get a lot of make-up tips from Mrs. Gallagher and Krystal. Zach was Henry Gregory, 18-year-old curtain/lights trainee. (He had an easy job! NO FAIR!)

We all walked out of the copter casually to see that we were on top of a spectacularly big building called the Marcus Center for the Performing Arts. Surrounding us were relatively small skyscrapers, the kind you see in a city that is big enough to be called a city, but not big enough and populated enough to be "Big City Award" worthy.

"Let's get going ladies and gentlemen. Our workers should be heading towards the stairwell in the opposite corner. The rest of you, follow me to the public entrance." Solomon buzzed in my ear. I quickly snatched "my" name tag out of Karina's "Go Green" shopping bag that was filled with my other clothes, some pocket litter, and some of my bigger gear. I opened the door to sounds of crazed people running around like mad checking everything on the floors below.

Bex shoved past me, sliding on the railing, and I tried to keep her in sight while keeping on my two feet. Zach was running behind me. Finally Bex jumped off the railing and said darkly, "Voila."

We were on Floor #1, Ground Floor & Backstage for Main Stage. We pushed through the door to screams of, "Elli! Karina! Henry!" and a pear-shaped, bouncy lady grabbed Zach and I by the arm. "You're late!" and she dragged us deeper into the chaos. Her name-tag, which had spun around on the lanyard it hung on, read, "Henrietta Ill: Trainer." She was obviously the one who was in charge of us. She let go of Zach and pushed him towards a bunch of burly men who were fixing lights on the main stage and then dragged Bex and me across it. The theater was huge, as in, Rockefeller Center huge and had all red plush, cushioned seats under the chandelier that remained me of Phantom of the Opera.

"Here you are girlies." Ms. Ill said as we reached a long hallway on the other side of the stage. It had red carpeting and gold painted walls and jittery actresses, singers, and dancers were sprinting up and down the hallway in ridiculous costumes that made them look like they were from Jesus' time. Mrs. Ill pinched our cheeks and pointed us toward the end of the hallway, where you could see a door with gold stars plastered all over it. "Good luck…" the older lady laughed and ran back up the hall.

"Hey, you!" squeaked a tiny voice at hip level. A squatted to see a tiny girl with a pair of French Braids trailing down her cape-covered back. "Are you going to Krystal's room?" the little girl shouted over the noise and suddenly the hall was silent and still.

"Yes." I replied, standing up.

"But-But-But she's got The Mother!" gaped a girl who looked around 7 years old.

"It doesn't matter. It's her job." said a girl behind me. I spun and let out my breath as a girl who was one of the other girls from the picture in the helicopter waved from the door I was heading towards. "Hello, I'm Laura." she nodded to me, her long, dark blonde curls bouncing. Then she turned back to the other girls. "We've got two hours girls. Get ready. The girls in the hall all disappeared into the rooms lining the hall.

"Thanks." I whispered, grasping her hand in both of mine. "I owe you for forever."

She was already shaking her head. "No. I owe you." She laughed at my puzzled look and said quickly, "Okay. Mrs. Gallagher will explode if the Room Sitter and Make-up artist don't show up in" She glanced at her gold watch. "47 seconds with a good explanation for why they're late. Go!" She shoved Bex and me toward the starred door and finally we reached the place of operations.

I opened the door and saw gold on every surface in the room. Then I saw Krystal Gallagher sitting in a gold barber's chair with another one of the girls from the picture brushes her hair. Finally I see a very prominent lady in the room. Mrs. Gallagher was pacing in front of a golden chaise lounge, wringing her hands together. When she noticed Bex and me, she screamed and flew at us like a bird of prey. I stood tall in the doorway as she started screaming mutinies at us.

"How could you even think about being late? I thought that when I asked for the star's suite for Krystal Jade, I thought that we would be getting good service. But of course that's not the case." She paced back to the closet in the corner. There she grabbed a gold handled hair-brush and threw it at me. I caught it with ease and got right to work, brushing Krystal's dark hair free of tangles before the girl from the picture helped me wrap her head in a silver shawl. ("Silver! She can only wear WARM colors!) And then Bex helped me roll the chair to the vanity where a million make-up jars stood waiting.

Bex snapped open a brush case and got to work on highlighting Krystal's face. The picture girl (I think she said her name was Joan) went scurrying back to the closet to find a gold shawl to wrap around Krystal's head. I got to work shaping her nails (with help from Bex) and covered them in shimmery clear polish. Then I went to the closet where Joan pointed out what outfits the outfits came in. Then we dressed Krystal in a red toga and Bex put some finishing touches on her face.

Krystal had been transformed. Her eyes were still kind and cautious, but the rest of her face was proud and haughty. She looked like an Egyptian queen with full red lips, thick black eyeliner, and gold shimmer covering her.

"How do I look?" she asked tentatively, biting the inside of her cheek.

"Perfect." drawled a Southern accent from the door. The director walked in the door, striking a pose in front of her star. She smoothed a slightly wrinkled piece of her shawl before turning to me and glaring. "Now you. You will do everything I ask. Do you understand?"

"Yes." I squeaked, getting into my cover perfectly because A) Karina was terrified of her superiors and B) I have seen the lady in front of me before. I had seen her in Boston, on a rooftop where she tried to kidnap me. I am glad for Macey-colored wig and the contacts but my covers had been see-through before.

The lady commanded Krystal to do some vocal exercises with Joan and Mrs. Gallagher told she had no more use of Bex or me so we excused ourselves to the bathroom. First we checked the place for bugs or cams and removed the bug behind the mirror. Then we smashed it and I dropped to the ground in fear.

"That lady was the lady in Boston, Bex. She tried to kill me." I breathe.

"Oh, Karina," Bex moaned, signaling that someone was outside the door. "That director looked pretty toasty to me, what do you think?" I smile gently.

"She really did, Elli. She really did." we said the last sentence as one entity and then we walked out to face something scarier than the director,

Mrs. Gallagher.


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