Okay so I just finished reading Only the Good Spy Young and oh em gee! I cannot wait for the 5th book. Obviously my imagination got the best of me...and my mind sort of cooked up this little story here. This is my take on what happens after the GG5 book. Hope you like it!

ps. this is only the first chapter.

My feet pounded against the pavement. I felt my blood surging through my veins, and my heart was beating loudly in my chest. I whipped around the corner, down a dim narrow corridor, the sound of footsteps closing in behind me. I ran and ran, till I came to a dead end. I desperately searched the cold concrete walls for an opening, a doorway a passageway...something, but I was trapped. My captures were coming. I turned around and saw a masked figure standing a few feet away. THe words echoed in my head "

GEt her... Get me as I backed away, and felt the cold wall press into my back.

"Gallager Girl"

The figure whispered, and my heart skipped a beat. It couldn't be!

He pulled the mask off his head, and there standing in front of me was Zachary Goode.

"What.." I started talking but he hushed me, closing the space that was between us.

"Gallagher Girl we don't have much time. They're coming. They're coming for you. They need what's inside you."

I was delirious. "What do you mean?"

"You don't have much time." His voice was dripping with desperation, and he was breathing heavily as he stared into my eyes pressing his lips hard into mine, as if this kiss were the only thing that kept us breathing. As if this kiss was the only thing left in this world.

There was a clacking noise coming down the hallway. I pulled away confused and looked over Zachs' shoulder's catching the unmistakable sent of delicious soap and shampoo that was his.

"Good Job Son."

"Zach?" I searched his dark brown eyes. But I couldn't read his emotions anymore. He had on his mask to block his emotions, and he was blocking them from me.

Mrs. Goode, pulled him back away from me and Zach looked down at the concrete floor.

"Led her straight to me." She smiled in satisfaction.

My blood boiled as I raised my fists.

"What do you want." I spat.

"You" Her red lips curled as she raised a hand and pointed a gun directly at my chest, her Circle of Cavan ring glistening in the dim light.

"What do you want from me!" I screamed, my voice bouncing off the walls.

She laughed. Her shrill voice sent chills down my spine.

"I want what lives inside you. You're the only one Cameron."

"Well you can't have it." I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth.

"Oh we'll see about that ." She spat and pulled the trigger.

The gunshot made an earnumbing sound. It was mixed with screams...I think they were both mine and Zach's screams. I kept hearing screams. The agonizing screams and then they were gone.

I bolted upright in my bed, drenched in sweat. I looked over, checking to make sure my roomates/best friends in the world were still sleeping. Bex was sprawled on her mattress snoring softly, which by the way, she denies to the fullest extent. Macey was laying perfectly still on her bed, her chest rising and falling slowly and timely with her breathing pattern. I looked over and Liz had fallen asleep on her desk again. Her head was resting against her keyboard, and her desktop was open to the database. We had been trying to find the mystery behind Mrs. Goode. Liz searched everywhere, and this was all that we came up with.

Operative C. Goode. Ex Field Agent.

She had gone rogue. Obviously. She was recruited into the Cirlce. She was part of a sisterhood. My sisterhood. (The thought alone made me shudder) And she was in deep. Liz was trying to break through the firewall, but after 5 hours we kind of just gave up. It was our last night here. The last night for me surrounded by my sisters, in the safe walls of my school.

I reached over and pulled the plane ticket from my night stand. Re-reading everything over, even though I already had it memorized.

Non-stop flight to Nebraska.

I had everything planned out down to the very last millisecond.

Tomorrow, since I was being followed and guarded by the best agents in the CIA...I would have no other choice but to board that plane.

Grandma and Grandpa Morgan would be waiting for me at the ranch with a list of summer activities planned. And as much as part of me wanted to go and be that little girl again for the summer, the one who skips rocks with Grandpa at the pond, or spends hours in the kitchen listening to the sounds of Grandma cooking and baking, I knew that I couldn't go back to that life. Not without answers.

I was not going to put my grandparents in that kind of danger. Or anyone else for that matter.

The Circle wants me. They want something they think I have. And they are not stopping till they get it. No one is safe around me. I have no choice but to embrace my name and slip under the radar. Become the Chameleon, the best known pavement artist. Tomorrow night, while my grandparents drift off to sleep, I, Cameron Ann Morgan, will go on my most important mission of my life. Alone. If nobody can give me answers, then there is only one thing left for me to do. You know what they say, If you want something done right, you just have to do it yourself.

So what did you think? Should I keep going with this story?