Let me ask you a question before I start trying to explain this mess: If you had the choice, would you rather be shot or fall out of 100th story window? The shot would be fatal, of course, and there hasn't been anyone catching you when you fall for a long time, so the drop would be equally as fate-sealing. It's an easy question, really, when you think about it. There's nothing to theorize or strategize about, no loophole to try and slip through. The result is even the same. But here's the catch: you have less time to make that decision than it took you to read those five sentences. You are flying through the air towards a full length window that had shattered at the beginning of the fight. Your feet miraculously land inside the building but just your toes. And even though your training and common sense should be telling you to lean forward to safety your mind is still racing. Your arms are broken and scarred; your legs were sore because you haven't been allowed to move in nine months. But somehow you couldn't feel more alive. Your instinct for self-preservation kicks in and you scramble to hold onto something, anything, but you are only met by the reaming shards of glass. So here's your choice: hold onto the steady point of the gun pointed at you to regain balance and be shot point blank, or succumb to gravity's pull and fall to you death.

That was my decision. Somehow, I thought that my dad would've appreciated my choice. Somehow, as I fell backward, relishing in the sensation of flying, I knew he would've appreciated that I didn't really let the Circle kill me. I decided my own death. For a second, time slowed down and I remembered a different time when I relished in free fall. It was the first time I went skydiving when I was three. Mom said, "Now Cam, if we didn't have the parachutes you would lay spread out in the air to slow down, and at the last second land on your feet and let your knees take the impact."

She would never know the advice would save my life, some eleven years later.

I was broken out of my day dream to land on my feet. I let my knees take the impact, just like mom told me to. I didn't stop to do a victory dance that it had worked though. There were still bad guys in that building and even with super slow elevators and high pedestrian traffic it wouldn't take them long to get to the bottom. So I sprinted off into the city until I reached the main part with all the people. I did what I do best. I blended.

They wouldn't be able to find me in a crowd. I was the Chameleon. I saw a green-eyed boy waking deliberately walking toward me. I quickly made sure I looked slightly normal. The Circle had given me new clothes last year during transport. I should be perfectly fine. But there he was, walking towards me. I think he looked kind of familiar. When he was standing in front of me he whispered, "Chameleon?"

"Who's asking?"

"You don't remember me?"

And then I did.

Flashback

I was playing in the park sandbox planning the easiest siege on Cuba. I was having a perfectly good time when a shadow fell across the sandbox. I looked up and saw a boy about my age. One thing I remembered was his stunning green eyes.

"Hi, I'm Zach. Can I play?"

"Sure."

He sat down. "So….," he said, "Dominican?"

I looked up at him and smiled. "Nope." I said popping the p. His face dropped. "Cuba." I smirked.

"So, what's your name?" he asked, obviously trying to change the subject. I was going to object but decided against it.

"Cameron but most people call me Cammie."

"So what are you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm an interrogator, so what are you?"

"Oh, I'm a pavement artist. Good or bad?"

"What?"

"You know the classic good cop bad cop routine? Which one are you?"

"Oh, I'm Goode."

I giggled. "Wait I think my mommy and daddy know your mommy and daddy!"

"What's your last name?"

"Morgan."

"Yeah, I think I heard mom and dad saying somethin' about Cammie Morgan. You're pretty famous in our house. Something about breaking the Sapphire series?"

"I told those Langley people it was an accident! They wouldn't believe me!"

"How do you accidentally break a top secret code?"

"I just saw the numbers and stared making anagrams."

"Wow. That's amazing."

I blushed. "Thanks."

"So you wanna play a game?"

"Sure."

"Okay. Well since you are a pavement artist you will try to tail me and if I find you, you have to go play on the playplace with me."

"What if I win?"

"Then….I'll push you on the swings."

"Okay. Where are we meeting and when?"

"Back here in twenty minutes."

I didn't really care what we did. I was bored. While we were talking Zach and I completed the siege and I had nothing left to do.

He took off. I gave him a three minute lead and went after him.

It didn't take me long to find him. To any onlooker he would look like a little boy enjoying freedom. I wasn't any onlooker.

I followed him with ease. He did every countersurveillance method I had ever heard of. I countered each one of them.

I won. He never saw me.

"Best friends forever?" he asked.

"Definitely."

End Flashback

We were captured the next day.

I scoffed. "Dominican."

His face broke out into a grin. "Where have you been?"

That brought me back into reality.

"Hey, I know you have a lot of questions but I really need to get to a secure location."

I guessed he heard the urgency in my voice because he led me to a car. "Hop in."

"You have your license?" I asked.

"CIA issued."

I got in the car. "Where are we going?"

"Solomon's safe house."

"Zach?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

He smiled "What are best friends for right?"

I just smiled in response.

"Hey Cam?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Why did you need me to bring you to a secure location?"

"They killed my parents. I escaped about a few minutes before you found me. I didn't have a plan. I figured you would know what to do."

I didn't realize the tears flowing down my cheeks. I didn't see sympathetic look Zach gave me. I didn't hear him say that he would take care of me, no matter what. Because I was already asleep.

How do you like it? I just got this idea the other night and just wrote it. I kind of like the concept. I feel kind of bad because I haven't updated in a long time but I need to get this out first. Should I continue? Leave it a mysterious one shot? Burn it and dance on the ashes? I would appreciate feedback! I do not own!

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