AN: Hey everyone! I'm starting up a new story (obviously) and it's a sequel to Only the Good Spy Young (again, obviously). Well here it goes! I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. (One more time! Obviously!)
Nothing. I'd been searching for answers among the ghosts of the Circle of Cavan with the little information I knew for a month and... nothing. I poured through the little journal that had once belonged to my father for the millionth time, praying to find something that I had missed, knowing that I hadn't. My training had prevented that. Every word in that book was engrained into my head like a branding iron, eating through flesh. I slammed the book and threw it across the room, frustrated that nothing had revealed itself within a month of searching. After sitting silently for a few seconds, I felt guilty and went and picked up the little book, checking over the last little present my father had, unknowingly, left me.
Of course, the spying business is full of waiting and careful observation, but sometimes, there is only so much a teenage girl can take. After all, after being almost kidnapped three times, told your favorite, most trusted teacher was actually a double-agent, finding out that said teacher actually was a double-agent but had changed his mind and had become a triple-agent (which, believe me, is more complicated than it sounds), and then being almost blown up by your "boyfriend's" mom, waiting isn't exactly your idea of a good time.
So as I sat there in that small motel room with a standard-issue fake ID sitting on the night table, I began to fidget. That's right. One of the worlds most highly trained field agents (and I've been told that by many people, that's not just me bragging) started fidgeting. That is, I was fidgeting until I heard a sound. At first I thought nothing of it. But then, I started to remember one of my old teacher's (yes, the double-agent one) lectures: Nothing is a coincidence.
I looked out the closed window to see a masked figure making its way down the side of the building. The sound of rappel-a-chord rang in my ears as I grabbed my fully packed bag and the little notebook and ran to the small hole behind the bed that ran to the old garbage cans on the side of the building that I had found the night before. It used to be some kind of garbage shoot before the motel had "remodeled" (but remodeled to the staff of the Motel 9 meant adding an extra coat of paint and turning the mattresses upside down).
The bed was just sliding back into place as four figures broke into the room, two from the door, and two from the window. A man stepped forward searching the room hungrily for me. "Search everything!" he barked at the other three. Suddenly the room was a flurry of overturned furniture and flying objects. Something about the head of the team seemed almost familiar. He had brown eyes and dark brown hair but I felt as if I had seen him before. I shook off the odd sense of déjà vu and turned toward the shaft.
Carefully and quietly, I shoved my weight down the tunnel and went flying toward freedom. I was only a few feet away from the light when my foot caught on a up-turned piece of metal sticking out of the base of the tunnel. Suddenly my body was turning and my leg caught the side of the fragment. I wanted to scream in pain but I didn't, knowing my captors would hear. My limbs were out of my control and I spun, my head crashing into the hard metal surface, leaving blood trickling down into my eyes. Finally my limp body slammed full force into the empty metal trashcan. I hit the bottom with a thump.
It was loud. Deafeningly loud. Voices were screaming at the top of the tunnel and I knew they were coming. I knew it was over. That's when I felt the warm hands lifting me out of the dumpster and the familiar voice saying, "Cammie, stay with me." That's when my world went black for the third time within the span of a year.
AN: Well what did you think? Tell me the truth! And make sure you COMMENT! I have a new chapter waiting but until I get at least five comments, I'm not posting it! ;) (and yes, I know its kind of short but it was just an intro, really)