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[Zach's POV]
It began like any other day. I walked into headquarters and joked around with Grant a bit. My wife, Cammie, was on a mission and our daughter, McKenzie, was a school. I was heading towards my office when suddenly, the Director stopped me.
Solemnly, he said, "Zach? I need to talk to you.
Curious, I followed him into his office. I sat down on the gray chair he offered to me and said, "What is it, sir?"
The Director seems like he was strained which was odd. Something must be wrong. I repeated, "Sir? Is something wrong?"
He looked at me with the saddest eyes and said, "There is other way of telling you this and as much as I hate doing this, it is part of my job and a burden to bear."
Confident that it was nothing I can't handle, I said, "Sir, please, just say it bluntly."
Then came those dreadful words.
"Zach, Cammie died on the mission."
There was a gushing noise up my ears and I was shocked. This couldn't be right. No. He had it wrong. Cammie was on a simple mission. A mission that takes two weeks at the most. There was no way Gallagher Girl was dead. She's one of the top agents. My mind was a whirlwind and everything blurred for a moment.
Dully, I said, "Sir, is this a joke? Because I don't find this very amusing."
This Director looked at me with serious eyes and said, "Zach, this is not a joke. I too, cared for Cammie and it pains me to see that you don't believe me. Cammie was ambushed by the COC and was taken as a prisoner."
"That's not possible. She's only been gone for a week."
"A week is enough, Zach. I want to spare you the specifics and –"
"No! Tell me. I can handle it." I still didn't truly believe that Cammie was dead. Somewhere in my twisted, foolish mind, there was a dim hope that this isn't true and I'm desperately grasping for it. For me. For our daughter.
"Zach—"
"Tell me."
The Director sighed. "Cammie has been tortured for the last three days 24/7. It was a miracle that she made it through one day, let alone three. Some guards found her body outside headquarters last night and there was a note attached."
Slowly, reality was dawning towards me. Numbly, I said, "Show me."
"Zach, I don't think this is a good id—"
"Show me, goddammit!"
Silently, he pulled out a crumpled piece of paper out of a plastic lad bag and handed it to me.
To the Director of the CIA:
This here is the body of Cameron Anne Morgan. She has been tortured for the last three days because she refuses to tell us any information about the COC missions. After those three days, we decided that she was no use to us anymore and disposed her. Take this as a warning. Stay out of any COC business. We are not afraid to kill anybody that interferes with our activities. Cameron has meddled with us for years and that is not acceptable. The next agents that mess with the COC will end up like Cameron; no exceptions. This is not a threat. It is a fact.
The Circle of Cavan
After reading this, I looked at the Director with unblinking eyes and said, "You know where her body is. Let me see her."
The Director hesitated and whispered, "Cammie's body has been constantly tortured. This won't help your situation."
"I know but I need to see her." I said desperately.
The Director sighed and led me to the lab. He slid his card into the slot next to a door and gestures me in. I walked in and saw a body that was covered with a white sheet. I could see dirty blonde hair sticking out on the sides. This is Cammie. I tried to swallow but I felt like my throat was swollen. Light-headed, I lifted the sheets down so I could see her face. There was a black eye and deep cuts all over her face. Bruises shaped like fingers colored her throat. I didn't want to see the rest of her body so I covered her face with the sheet again. I felt as if I was in a nightmare. The image of Cammie like this has branded forever in my mind. I rested my elbows on the metal table and kneaded my eyes with my knuckles. I gasped, "You're keeping something from me. Tell me now."
There was a brief silence. Quietly, so quietly that even a spy could barely hear, the Director uttered words that would change my life forever. "Cammie was pregnant when she died. She was 3 months pregnant, Zach."
Pregnant. Cammie was pregnant. During the mission. With my child. Now, I was unable to breathe correctly. I croaked out, "The baby…?"
"Died with Cammie…I'm sorry—"