Let's skip the intro. The COC is running after me at the moment.

Three... Two... One... The base exploded behind me.

Don't worry, we were hidden in the trees; people heard it, but couldn't see how it happened.

I ran through the crowded trees in my dark brown wig and dark contacts. Yeah, I'm in disguise. My cover was ruined when I planted the bomb, but I don't care. I bombed another CoC base.

I emerged from the trees to see the small town of Roseville, Virginia. They were oblivious to the explosion, it being small and miles away. Quickly, I combed through my wig and straightened my t-shirt and miniskirt. Odd combo, huh? I walked onto the street, calmly looking for a getaway car that wouldn't raise suspicion. A lovely black mustang caught my eye. It would be the best car I… 'borrowed.'

Glancing around me, I made sure no one was looking. I picked the lock and sat in the small car. This was a dream. I never imagined I would drive a car like this. Apparently, I took a little too long soaking in this moment. A boy was banging on the passenger's window, yelling at me. Faintly, I could hear, "Get out of my car!"

I looked towards the forest and saw CoC goons come through. Panic over came me. Unlocking the doors I yelled, "Get in!" without even thinking about it. He came in the door and buckled up, which I didn't bother to do. I put the car in gear, and while getting the hell out of Roseville, I kept nervously looking for the goons in my rearview mirror.

"Where are we going?" I heard a male, anxious voice ask. I looked at the boy I… 'kidnapped.' Honestly, he was so quiet I couldn't even hear him breathing and forgot he was there.

"Um… I don't know. I just had to get out of there. There are people after me, and I can't stay in one place for too long," I answered vaguely.

"Why?"

"Cause if they catch me… I'm as good as dead."

"Why am I here?" I was improvising from this point on.

"I was afraid they saw you, and they might think you were associated with me. That could get you killed. So now we're stuck together until I can find a way to get rid of you without attracting attention."

"You're not happy to have me here?" he said, smirking.

"Anyone around me is in a lot of trouble. I ran away from home when I was thirteen because I couldn't stand having everyone I love in danger. That was two years ago. Now what's your story?" I asked looking him up and down.

"Well, I was hanging with my friend; when I came out of the diner, a psycho girl was stealing my car. Now she claims to be a wanted runaway." I rolled my eyes at his doubt.

"One, that's not the answer I had in mind. Two, read this," I pulled a file folder out from under my shirt and handed it to him. He looked it over and had a confused look at the end.

Target: Cameron Ann Morgan

Mother: Rachel (Cameron) Morgan (CIA)

Father: Matthew Morgan (MIA)

Mission: Capture Target. Alive.

"It says they want you alive," he said, dumbly.

"Yes, but I don't know the information they want. Sooner or later, they would kill me. What's your name?"

He smirked.

"Zachary Goode."