I don't know where this came from, but I got on my laptop to type an English paper, and this is the result... To bad i still gotta do the paper...

Anyway, I'm okay with this story. Basically it's a letter that Cammie wrote that she stuck in the folds of the CoveOps report she left behind. When I first posted this, I didn't know if I was going to just leave it or continue it, but I've decided to make it a multi-chap. I rewrote this first part, just added more details, and I'll post the next chapter tomorrow.


Zach POV:

It started as a normal day. Other than the fact that Solomon was in a coma, Cammie jumped of a cliff getting away from my psycho mother, and I blew up a cave I was still in, it had been a pretty good week too. Mace, Liz, Grant, Bex, and I were all headed to our room to grab Cammie for a training session, and we were laughing as if everything was normal. Because as far as we knew, it was. But as soon as we walked into their room. We instantly knew something was wrong. Cammie's bed was made, an none of her gadgets or books were on her desk. Macey ran across the room and ripped open the closet door to find most of Cam's clothes missing. We all knew, but nobody said anything, because voicing what was so blatantly obvious would bring a greater degree of truth to it. A truth no one wanted to believe.

We ran into the hall, on our way to Ms. Morgan's office, and as we turned the corner where Gillian's sword was, I caught something with the corner of my eye. I came to a sudden stop, nearly getting taken out by Liz, who offered a quick oopsie daisies before seeing what I saw.

"That's Cammie's CoveOps report. She was working on it before we left. Why would it be out here?" Bex said.

I looked her in the eyes, where I saw realization, and denial. "It's a message." I whispered.

I picked it up and flipped to the last page, I read the words out loud to everyone but they didn't make sense... why would she go alone? In frustration, I threw the notebook at the wall, and a letter fluttered out. Bex picked it up, looked at it and handed it to me.

"It's addressed to you." she said, slightly choked up. "We're going to go tell Ms. Morgan."

She and the others took the notebook and left, giving me my privacy, which I was secretly grateful for. I ripped open the letter, and Cammie's handwriting filled the page.

Dear Zach,

You once told me that someone knows. And you were right. Someone does know.

I used to think that being a spy meant you knew all the answers. But if there's
one thing being a spy has taught me, it's that those so-called 'answers' are
usually too much to wish for… And that's why I left to find them for myself.
Since the Circle first came after me, everyone has tried to protect me. And with
that protection came the need to keep everything I wanted-everything I needed
to know, away from me. But from the time my father was declared MIA, I knew
something wasn't right. No one had answers, and a spy just can't disappear
without a trace. Not even the best pavement artists can stay hidden from a
school, an agency, an army of spies.

I've been going to Gallagher since 7th grade. I know every language you can think
of. I know how to kill a person with a thumbtack. I can be tortured and interrogated
without cracking. I can run 20 miles without breaking a sweat. I'm the best of the
best… and I don't need to be protected. I've trained for this my entire life. And sooner
or later everyone will have to accept the fact that I am not a defenseless little girl.
I'm a spy. A damn good one. I may be a pavement artist at heart, but it's

time for me to stop blending into the background. It's time for me to stop hiding.
This started out as my father's fight. And then you and Solomon made it yours. But
now it's my fight.

Please believe me when I tell you I didn't plan on leaving. Not even after you
suggested I run away with you. But somewhere between that conversation and
right now, while I sit and write this letter, I realized that in a way, I've always known
this would happen. I've always felt it. Don't ask me how or why, because I have no
idea. I've never been a believer in fate or destiny. But somehow, I feel like I was
meant to do this.

I know that this is probably too much to ask, but I need you to understand why I'm
doing this. And I need you to let me. You, of all people, should understand that some
things you just have to do yourself. And some of those things need to be done to
protect everyone you love. Zach, you have put your own life at risk to protect me, and
It's my turn to return the favor. When you told me that you and I were the only ones
that The Circle would hesitate to kill, I think you were wrong. They want me. And as
cruel as this sounds, your mother will do anything, including killing you, to get what
they want. And
I can't let that happen. I hope I'll get a chance to tell you this in person
again someday…. But I
love you. More than anything in the world. Always remember
that.

This is my fight, and I'm gonna fight it. I'm going to find my answers. I'm going to find
the truth about my father. And I'm going to end this. For good.

I love you... and please don't hate me,

Cammie.


New chappy tomorrow... Review!