Summary: Alex Rider had been in the US for about a year. He was targeted months after he arrived. So naturally, the CIA decided to help. Alex Rider became active operative at the CIA and teenage school kid.

Cammie POV

18 year old Cammie Morgan sat at a booth in a tiny café. She stirred her drink casually, but her eyes darted around, taking in her surroundings. Next to her, Zack fiddled with her hair in boredom.

Their substitute handler was two hours late. It was mid morning and the café was bustling. She could tell the waitress was getting irritated. The café door rang as the newest customers came in. Two old guys and a teen. Cammie groaned under her breath.

"Hey," the teenager slipped into their booth with a steaming cup.

"Beat it kid, the seats taken," said Zack. He glared at the boy.

"It's taken by me," The kid seemed unaffected by Zack's cold demeanor. Cammie studied the boy. He looked about sixteen, with brown eyes and fair hair. Cammie narrowed her eyes. The kid had a relaxed position, but his eyes were too alert.

"I'm serious, get out of here," repeated Zack.

"But it's not every day, you meet the famous Zach Goode and his Chameleon," said the boy, grinning. Cammie stiffened. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Zach's fist tighten. "You should be more polite. I hope you aren't as rude with your regular handler," said the boy.

Cammie fitted the dots quickly. "No way, you can't be . . . aren't you a little young?"

The boy shrugged. "Younger, but more experienced. But for rookies, you two are pretty good. Townsend trained you well."

"I'm Cammie, and he's Zach. Um, but you probably knew that, sorry, we just weren't expecting a kid." She stared at the kid. How could he be a handler, no one became a spy until they were eighteen. Wasn't it illegal?

"Do you have identification?" asked Zach cautiously.

The kid patted down his pockets, then pulled out a badge. Cammie took it hesitantly and scanned it. It seemed legit; it did look kinda like her and Zachs'.

"And code word camouflage," added the boy.

"I guess you're the guy then," Cammie muttered. She scanned the kid's info. Most of it was classified, but it had some words that weren't blocked out.

"Wait, you're a level 14?" Cammie frowned. She and Zach were only lever nines. "That's right below the director."

"Yeah," the boy agreed, "I usually don't do the handler stuff, but I owed Edward. I guess he didn't trust Shulsky, don't get why, I think the guy's okay." He handed them a file. "Your assignments in there, coded. You have a week to complete it."

"Thanks," said Cammie, "What's your name again?"

"Oh, it's Alex," said the boy. His phone buzzed. "Excuse me for a minute." He started texting away.

"Gallagher girl, I don't trust him," said Zach in Hungarian.

"You don't trust anyone," she muttered back, "I think his story passes. I know the Shulsky guy, he's Townsend contact."

"You know I can hear you right," said the Alex. He stood up. "I get rid of the two guys by the door for you anyway. Their disguises are horrible."

"Wait, what's your last name?" asked Cammie.

Alex glanced at her briefly, his eyes guarded. "It's Rider, Alex Rider." He slipped out the door. Sure enough, the two old men got up to follow him. Cammie watched them closely. She noticed the men weren't leaning on their canes as much and the postures were too stiff. One had a budge shaped like a gun in his pocket.

Cammie opened her phone. "Hey Liz? Can you find someone for me? He's called Alex Rider."

"You got it Cammie, sending the files to your laptop now. I have to go, miss you." Liz hung off.

Cammie opened her laptop and flipped through the files. Dang, Rider had a thin profile. Liz had made a note in the corner.

Buried deep into the network with extra security, Rider's file was highly protected.

Cammie glanced at his rank. She stared at the laptop.

"Zach?"

"What?"

"I think we just met the Number One spy in the world."