Another new Story, I will try to update this one on a regular basis, there are more chapters to come. And I am still continuing with my other stories.

Cammie's POV

Now you might already know me, or at least my codename, The Chameleon. In case you don't already know me, my name is Cameron Ann Morgan, age 16, and already one of the greatest spies in the history of espionage. My father, Matthew Morgan, has been MIA since I was 7 after going on a mission and being captured. I soon got over it, or so I thought unlike my despicable mother, Rachel Morgan. She is the headmistress of the Gallagher Academy for exceptional young women. Otherwise known to me and many others as a spy school for girls, not that normal citizens know this. Before you ask, no I don't go there, they can't teach me anything now. Not to brag.

I also have never been to school, I picked up the skill whilst in the field. My Aunt Abby or Uncle Joey (he's my god-father) sometimes comes on missions with me, but most of the time I can handle it on my own. They keep trying to get me to come to the Gallagher Academy, but I refuse. I hate my mother so much I wouldn't dare to even live within a 100 metre radius of that woman.

You're probably thinking, 'why does she hate her mother so much?' well let me justify my reasoning.

When I was 3 I successfully hacked into the CIA - undetected might I add - so my mother and father started training me properly in this agency she was kind and helpful, but within months she was pushing me so hard to become the best, that you could consider it as abuse. My father wasn't aware of this fact, therefore nothing happened. I then ran away after it became too much. I haven't spoken to her since then. She didn't even come look for me (Not that I am surprised). I went to the CIA and grew up with them. Learning the tricks of the trade. The director started to raise me as his own.

When I was 4, I was a fully-fledged spy with as much training as a spy who was 10 times older than me. I also went on my first mission on my own. It was meant to be a 2 week mission but I completed the mission in 2 days flat. That's when I got my codename Chameleon. I got moved up the ranks faster than anyone in the business. I was seen as a prodigy due to my young age. I was at a level clearance of 5 then. There are 20 level clearances. The director being at 20, obviously.

At age 5, I had had more training and was partly classed as an assassin due to my skills. I had hacked into MI6, the Gallagher Academy as well as Blackthorn Institute. (I wasn't supposed to know about the last one, but I am a spy). I also had a level clearance of 7.

At age 6, I had hacked into every agency successfully at least twice. Tailed Mr. Smith (the most paranoid spy in history) and completed my 100th mission within the 3 years that I have been in the field. This is more missions than most spies would complete in their entire career. But then again I was different from most. I also had a level clearance of 12.

At age 7, I had told my Aunt Abby and Uncle Joe that I worked at the CIA. At first they were confused, then angry, and finally relieved. That was also when I found out about my father becoming MIA, from the director.

At age 12, I was kidnapped and tortured for 2 years. When I was captured you could say quite a lot happened to me:

Number of times I cried: 1 (when I was actually captured)

Number of times I screamed: 0 (I was trained very well)

Number of times I was whipped: 236

Number of times I was shot: 12 (they weren't in any fatal areas, mainly the legs, feet, hands and arms – hence why I'm alive today)

Number of times I was stabbed: 34 (again non-fatal areas)

Number of times I was cut: 646 (they don't tend to hurt as much after the first hundred or so)

Number of times I was knocked out: More times than I cared to count

Number of times I wished I was anywhere but there: All the time

Number of times I wished it was all over: 49

Number of times I wanted to fight back: All the time

Number of times I tried to fight back: 0

Number of times I said anything to them: 0 (I am not stupid enough to say anything).

I then finally escaped and recovered, physically rather well. I have a lot of scars, but that doesn't concern me really. However mentally… well let's just say that it will never be the same again. They did things in there, like mind tricks, which can be a lot harder to overcome.

From then I had a very good bond with the director, Aunt Abby and Uncle Joey. Now, age 16, I am second in command at CIA. I am the only other person besides the Director to have a level clearance of 20. This was when I got the call. The call which could change my life…

(Me = normal, my thoughts= underlined, my mother= italics)

Hello, Chameleon speaking. (A.N. I had to put Chameleon because this is on her CIA issued phone)

Cammie! She sounded really happy. Why does she want to speak to me?!

What mother? Disgust dripping from every word I said. I really don't want to talk to her.

I haven't spoken to you in 13 years and that is how you respond to your mum.

Look mother, I am rather busy at the moment can we talk later? I REALLY don't want to talk to her!

NO! We will talk now, I don't care what you're doing at the moment!

Fine. But just so you know I am on a mission at the moment. And I am fighting, so if I stop talking, I blame it on you. I was really just sitting in a chair in front of the Director, but she doesn't know that. The Director, also known as Bill, gives me a directed look saying 'Don't lie to your mother.' I just shrug and continue my conversation.

YOU'RE ON A MISSION! WHEN DID YOU START GOING ON MISSIONS?!

Well if you ever spoke to Aunt Abby or Uncle Joe, you would know that I have been doing missions since age 4. You would also know that I have higher clearance than Aunt Abby, Uncle Joey and you-

WAIT, how can you have a higher clearance than me? I have clearance-

16, I know, and I have a clearance of 20 so... Anyway, back on topic. If you talked to my family you would also know that when I was 12, I was captured by the COC (A.N. yes the COC, or Circle of Cavan, exist) and tortured for 2 years. But clearly, you wouldn't know that. So like I said, I am rather busy at the moment, so I must be going. I then ended the call.

"Why did you have to be so harsh to her?" Bill asked me.

"I could ask the same thing to her!" I shouted and walked out of the room.

I wonder what she wanted. I am ashamed to say that I am her daughter. I mean, if I was a mum I would 1) Not harm them, 2) look for them and not stop until I find them, if they ever ran away, and 3) I would talk to my children more often than 13 years. Seriously, who does she think she is, coming back into my life all of a sudden after everything she has done?

All this anger is getting to me, I should probably calm down before I do anything that I will regret. I already know what that feels like…

I hope you like this... More to come. And I am open to criticism. Let me know what you think so far.

-Z