Cameron Morgan Status: Sniper

HI! I know I should be working on the Chamleon, but since I am shutting down Passion: The new Spy, and my only other story is a one-shot, I thought it would be a cool change. I am also putting on another story, 3-4 shot, so look out for it. Anyways, on with the story!

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My name is Cameron Ann Morgan. My parents are Rachel Morgan & Matthew Morgan. I just got it accepted to Gallagher, a school for girl spies. Using my "Pavement Artist" skills, I found out from hacking the CIA that there is a spy school for boy spies.

I am in 8th grade, but people at school are supposed to start in 7th grade. But I am a special case. My parents trained me to be a Pavement Artist, but I found, secretly, I am very good at shooting.

I kept it from my parents, and can't wait for gun class at school. I stepped out of my limo and picked up my suitcases. I have 3 big ones, and you can guess that one of them holds my favorite guns that I snuck out of my house weaponry.

I glided into the grand hall, my mom behind me (shes the headmistress). I walked up the stairs (Ugh!) to my dorm room. I walked in and saw 3 girls hugging each other to death. They didn't notice me until I put my suitcases on the empty bed, and pulled out my favorite gun, a .

Bex was the first to see me. She saw the gun first, and got into a defensive position. She launched at me, and I flipped her through the air, then put her in a headlock, my gun to her head. I laughed.

"Jeez people, way to welcome your new roommate," I said, and let go of a red Bex. They stared at me. I pulled out my other two guns, a(gun) and a(gun), and set them on my bed.

"Shouldn't you be in 7th grade?" Liz asked, looking confused. I smiled as I open my secret compartment in my suitcase, and pulled out a real Sniper Rifle. It has a night vision scope, and a heat scope. It fit in my arms perfectly.

"Nah, when your a Morgan, rules don't apply," I said, and unzipped my clothes. Liz gasped, and even Macey looked surprised.

"Are you Rachel's daughter?" Macey asked. I nodded, pulling out my many shoes. Since there is a uniform, I might as well have cool shoes. Macey looked approvingly.

"Okay, I have to go, but don't tell anyone I'm here, it will be a surprise, Kay?" I said, and they nodded. I took my Sniper Rifle, and my favorite gun, and left.

An hour later, I was positioned on the roof, my Sniper Rifle at the ready. Mom gave the standard speech, and started giving my introduction.

"We have another guest joining us this year. Please welcome-" she said, but didn't finish, because I just blasted the glass in her hand with my Sniper Rifle. Everyone got quiet.

I jumped through the window, and landed, cat-like, in the middle of the hall. I had a disguise on, a black body suit, and a mask over my head. I stood in my defensive position, guns in hand.

"-Cameron Morgan," she finished. And everyone gasped. Yeah yeah, legendary name, the awesome Chameleon, yada yada.

I pulled of my mask, and let my dirty blonde hair fall down. I smiled at everyone, and disassembled my Sniper Rifle, and tucked it between my arm.

"Hi, nice to meet you," I said, locking my finger around the trigger of my gun. I heard movement out. The doors banged open, and I flipped through the air and shot the 3 men that charged into the room. I made sure that the Goode lady had a few come, telling them I was visiting (through

I walked to them, taking off their masks. I recognized them from some COC files. Good, 3 less of them. I'm sure Goode just wanted to get rid of them. She knows it will take more for them to catch me.

Some maintainance guards ran in to take the bodies. I exchanged a few words about security, and handed them a device I made that can trace any tracker in the world, as well as bugs, cameras, bombs, guns, and a lot else. I turned and walked to the front of the room, whispers followed me. I walked to the front and hugged mom, then left by jumping out the window, and scaling the walls back to my room.

I found an unused secret compartment, and laid all my precious guns there. I decides to go to the gym to practice my boxing skills.

I changed into black shorts and a blue sports bras. I put on my Nikes, and out my hair in ponytail. I walked to the gym, and wrapped my hands. I started beating the crap out of the bag, until my knuckles bled. Still, I continued, beating it life away.

I beat all my anger to that lady Goode, and all the agents with black eyes that said I was to young for the business. Some of them are still in the hospital.

The bag was at its last legs, and the chain finally groaned and broke. The bag rolled away to rest at the opposite wall. I'll just wait till tomorrow to use the guns, since first period is Gun Practice, then P&E right after, to avoid changing a lot.

I walked upstairs and quietly lay down. I fingered my ring, the one that my dad & mom gave me for my last birthday. It was white gold, with Chameleon engraved on the inside. It had a green crystal on top, with little white ones along the edge. I fell asleep, and dreamt of my first mission, that I totally rocked, even at age 13.

I woke up to see my ring vibrating. Did I mention it is a alarm clock, laser, tracker, Coms, and a ring too? Well it is. I pressed the green crystal, and it stopped. I didn't need it, since I had an internal clock, but it helps being normal-ish for once.

I change into a slightly altered version of my uniform, and put on some 5 inch Blue wedges, that were killer, literally. I threw it at a terrorist once. Time for Gun Class! (After I go eat, in starving!).

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