3rd Person POV

In that moment she wasn't the Cameron Morgan; daughter of two of the best spies who ever lived, she wasn't the Chameleon; a CIA legacy who had already made her name in the world, she wasn't a child genius who already knew how to kill a man three times her size in 79 different ways with only her bare hands. No, in that moment she was simply Cammie: the 4 year old girl who was now utterly confused as to why her parents had looks of complete terror on their faces. Then three things happened so quickly that Cammie didn't even realize they were happening until they were over.

1) Six men dressed all in black burst into the Morgan household with machine guns in their hands pointed at Matthew and Rachel Morgan.

2) The men fired their guns, hitting their targets perfectly in the chest. Cammie's parents dropped to the ground, dead, and Cammie knew they were gone and they were never going to come back.

3) One man came up to Cammie and injected her arm with a chemical.

Those were the lasts things Cammie saw before she blacked out.

Cammie POV

I spun on my heel, executing a perfect roundhouse kick, straight from the textbook. It knocked out my target and he fell to the floor, unconscious. I got back into my fighting my stance and quickly surveyed the area for more incoming threats. That's when I realized the room was empty. Well, that's if you weren't counting the 23 unconscious bodies lying on the floor around me. Now, I should probably explain before you think I'm some sort of crazy serial killer or something, because I'm not. My name is Cameron Ann Morgan and what I really am is an assassin-in-training. You see, I work for an organization called the Circle of Cavan; I was orphaned at 4 years old and they took me in, bringing me up into this lifestyle. I can't remember my parents, something that has always frustrated me, but that's all normal, seeing as the last time I saw them, I was just 4 years old. This is my new life now—the life of an assassin—and not to brag or anything, but I'm one of the best at it. It's all in my genetics; my parents were COC agents before me, or so I've been told. My reflexes are the sharpest, my skills are the best, my body is the fittest and my mind has been trained so that I can take in every single detail, assess targets, spot their strengths, their weaknesses, ways in which I could kill them. Yeah, I know, pretty cool right? Oh and one more thing, I'm a sixteen year old girl.

"Cam!" A voice called, bringing me out of my trance. "Wow. That was record time: you got all 23 down in 4 minutes and 39 seconds, that's really something."

I looked up to the face of my long-time best friend, Jace. He's just like me—his parents, Chris and Lucy Adams, were killed when he was 5 years old. Jace is a year older than me, so we arrived here at about the same time; we practically grew up together. Everyone here knows that where there's one of us, the other won't be far behind. It's just the way we are. I flashed him a dazzling smile and winked at him.

"Your gonna have to work harder if you wanna keep up, Jacey."

He frowned at me, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"You know I don't like you calling me Jacey, Cam."

Yeah right. I'm an assassin, I could tell when he was lying; secretly he loved it.

"Whatever you say, Jacey." I replied, grinning at him. He pouted at me—Yes! You heard me right; actual pout-age—which made my laughing fit commence. Jace kept on pouting for a while longer (11 seconds to be precise) until he couldn't take it any longer and joined in with me. We soon had to lean against the walls to support us (I know it seems weird to be laughing this much over one pout, but once we get started, it takes a while to stop).

We finally stopped laughing when the titanium door shut behind us and we spun our heads around to see who had come into the training room.

"Wasn't Cammie supposed to be fighting in here? Why did I leave you in charge again, Jace? I should've learnt from what happened last time…" He trailed off, chuckling lightly at the memory of what I like to call 'The Incident'. I recognized the voice instantly: my godfather, Joe Solomon. I ran up to him and hugged him real tight.

"Joey! I missed you! Do you really have to stay away for so long?"

His eyebrows drew together at the nickname I had given him, but he let it slip because I hadn't seen him for over a month. Let me explain to you; Joe was my dad's best friend and he's my godfather so we're really close. Unfortunately, I don't get to see all that much of Joe anymore because he's a double agent for the COC. He pretends he works for the CIA, he teaches at some spy school called Gallagher Academy, but he really gathers information for us. However, Gallagher Academy is a boarding school, so Joe has to stay there and can only see me one weekend a month. Joe's arms tightened around my waist as he lifted me up and spun me round. He put me lightly down on the ground again and sighed.

"You know I do, Cam, but hey, I'm here now, let's enjoy it while we can." Joe replied, winking at me. I loved how I was one of the few people who could lift off Joe Solomon's mask and see the amazing man underneath.

"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"You and me. Tonight. James Bond movie marathon. A tub of cookie dough ice cream. Two spoons." Joe said grinning at me. I grinned right back and said,

"Done. Oh and I never did answer your question; I finished fighting when you came in." I answered, a smirk plastered on my face.

"Yeah. Of course. Knowing you and Jace, you guys must've been laughing for what? 3 minutes, minimum. And that means that you would've completed this exercise in less than 5 minutes, which is near impossible. Especially for someone who's in training." He finished, looking proud of how well he'd thought it all through.

"Good thinking," I complimented him, "But apparently my moves have trumped your reasoning, because guess what time I finished the exercise in? Oh yes, that would be 4 minutes and 39 seconds."

You should've seen his face. I took a mental picture, just so I could go back and laugh at it whenever I was bored. Finally! I had got the Joe Solomon, assassin legend, speechless. I did a small victory dance in my head and then mentally laughed at how stupid I was being, talking to myself in my head. He quickly covered up his shock, admiration and pride with his emotionless mask and said to me,

"Not bad, Camster, not bad at all." Suddenly his watch flashed up, alerting him that the Director wanted to see him. "Gotta run, see you tonight?" He asked me.

"I'll be there Joey, don't you worry." I teased him. He rolled his eyes when I said Joey but left the training room with no comment.

I turned to Jace, who had an amused expression on his face; he loved watching Joe and me together, bickering like brother and sister.

"So, me and you have got 3 hours to kill before we have to go to lunch. Wanna go spar in the gym?" I asked him, cocking my head to the side. "I'll show you what real fighting looks like", I said with a smirk.

He raised an eyebrow questioningly at me. "Is that a challenge, Morgan?"

I faked a look of dawning realization while saying, "I believe it is, Adams." I replied.

He smirked at me. "Oh you are so on."

And with that, he swung his arm around my shoulder and we made our way to the gym.