Cammie's POV

"Hey doll, do you want an oatmeal cookie? There fresh out of the oven."

"Uhm that sounds great but I'm not really in the mood for one right now, sorry grams".

"That's okay sweetie, maybe later".

"Yeah... maybe".

I walked out of the door into the crisp morning air.

I strolled down the rocky pathway to the barn. When I opened the barn stall door I was bombarded by different smells. The barn smelled of old wood and there was a strong odor coming from all the animals.

I laughed to myself then thought if Macey was here...

I walked over to Chocolate, he was my moms horse when she used to live here, I reached into a sack of apples and pulled one out, handing it to him. He ate it whole, I laughed, then let out a sigh wondering where it came from.

I went over to a patch of hay and spread out on top of it realizing I was really tired. I must have drifted to sleep though because next thing I knew somebody was standing over me.

My eyes felt heavy as I opened them, peering up I saw my favorite teacher, possibly the best spy in the world, and my dads best friend staring down at me.

"Good morning Ms. Morgan" he said, smirking. His bright green eyes caught the sunlight and seemed to sparkle. I have to admit my friends are right. He is definitely the hottest teacher ever to walk the halls of Gallagher Academy.

I quickly realized I had dosed off in a pile of hay for god knows how many hours. I didn't even want to think about how I looked or for that matter... smelled. I mean after falling asleep in a barn for probably several hours I must have reeked of horse maneuver and I just knew my hair would be tangled in with all the hay, probably knotted everywhere.

However Mr. Solomon seemed to ignore my unpleasant appearance and went on with what he was saying before

"Ms. Morgan, the CIA need you..."

"Uhm, for what" I asked, fear sunk into my body but I hid it under a mask that showed absolutely no emotion or expression.

"We need you for a... a mission"

"Really?" I practically yelled, letting my giddiness sink through my mask.

"Well only if you agree to it, that is".

I was flabbergasted that THE Joe Solomon, needed of all people, Me for a mission.

Mr. Solomon stared at me and said "well are you in or out".

I smirked at him, then raised my eyebrows and asked "when do I start".

I saw a small smile creep onto Mr. Solomon's face as he said "pack your bags a helicopter is already outside, meet me out back in half an hour...

I got up and ran to the house a huge smile forming on my face, finally I'm going to escape! I mean I love Nebraska and all but when you go to a school for spies and your best friends are off disabling foreign bombs in Russia, you never really have a good story to tell when you get back to school.

But now, now, I would definitely have a story to tell, I couldn't wait!