Hey Gallagher Girls! I hope the old readers of this dark Cammie story have survived the changeover to this story and if you're a new reader I advise trying Cammie Of Cavan which is the story this is the sequel of. This hasn't been edited yet, I explained on the last chapter of this prequel to this but I'll edit tomorrow I just wanted both chapters up.

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Chapter. 1 – Do you hear the music?

"Why exactly is this guy a target again?" Cameron Ann Morgan wasn't officially allowed on missions with the Circle, but Romanov Operation agents were going through a testing season - not that Cam knew anything about that – and it was just a simple assassination, nothing Cam hadn't been ready for years ago.

"Plots; problems; a considerable reputation that has the potential to become a threat to the Circle." The tall looming red head that Cam hadn't put much effort into remembering the name of replied swiftly through comms. It wasn't a lie, but the avoided truths were down to the fact that his plots were to stop a suspicious infectious raid on a small village that the Circles chemist division was devising. Not for the greater good at all. Cammie blew the steam that twirled desperately to escape the hot bath of death it had been born from away from the coffee she'd just purchased as she let the wool on her glove slide on the handle to the coffee shop as she left. Nobody would remember her there, when it came to being noticed in the field Cammie had a reputation of being something of a chameleon.

"C'mon Goode; Flirt, kill, time for dinner. That's all there is to it." Martin encouraged from the empty window he was working from in one of the surrounding sky scrapers that looked over the buzzing city bellow, she knew he was being nice because he never liked to call her Goode which is what Cam insisted to be recognised as after her mentor due to her hatred for the Morgan's. Cammie couldn't hear it in her voice but Martin held nerves more extreme than being active for the circle usually made him and he felt so sick for what they were about to make Cam do it was in everything he had for him to control himself just until this mission was over. Martin's position wouldn't potentially occur to her for years, by which point she would be too angry with him to believe it.

"Do you think you're funny, Abrams?" Cammie had no such intention of encouraging Martin with his preferred name; his actual one was good enough. She covered up her utterance through comms by pretending to take another sip.

"I'm hilarious." Martin dismissed he sounded as confident in his teasing as ever. "But now isn't a time for jokes."

"Request on a visual of the operative, if you two are quite done." The other agent droned dully to Martin as Cammie took a real sip of her coffee. Martin sighed with reasonably frustrated exasperation before he replied.

"Exactly what I was about to say, I can't see her at all. Jeez, Cameron could you just wave your arms about or something I have no idea where you are?" Cam smirked into her coffee cup as more frantic pedestrians went about their business in waves around her.

"A Chameleon never shares her secrets just give me an update on the subject." Cam dismissed soundly and the reply was one of someone who was settling back into dealing with responding professionally when they'd really rather know where Cam was first.

"Reaching the second target point."

"Perfect." Cameron responded blandly as she turned into an alleyway a reasonable but unsuspicious way in. "Excuse me sir!" She called with an arm out for assistance as a man of reasonably height but stick limbs and a thin torso strolled past with his floppy black hair over his glasses and the usual stains on his white buttoned up shirt. He halted and looked around before he approached Cam in the alley, people loved a damsel in distress.

"Gosh, so sorry, this is embarrassing but do you have a credit card or something I could get this gum off with I can barely walk without getting stuck to the ground. I'm supposed to be meeting her friends. " The man considered her, she was young enough for it to be half suspicious that she was out on her own but she expressed herself so friendlily that the man smiled and took her coffee, placing it on the floor as he pulled out a pocket flick knife and Cammie let him scrape the gum off her shoe with a lift of her foot.

"A pocket knife? Mysterious." Cam laughed and the man smiled a little too, as if it was that infectious.

"Mysterious is creepy, best not to joke." The man assured frankly, it was a pretty good act on his part - Cam thought – almost as good as hers, he almost seemed nice. Cameron pretended to lose balance and tripped, steadying herself on his should as he finished with the gum. "Jeez, I'm such a klutz today." The man laughed it off as he rose to his feet and allowed Cammie to regain her balance on him, a gesture that deserved quote marks in the air around it because Cammie picked out the small knife from her sleeve with professional swiftness and used the advantage of his blind spot to stab him in the back.

It was the best way she had been taught if you needed to kill someone, there was little blood that would get on you or the victim, of course it had the advantage of surprise and there were plenty of covers that were possible that could get it over equally as quickly as Cammie had just done. This way Cam watched the life drain from his face and she didn't blink as two more circle members came into the alleyway to deal with the body. Almost three years from now Cammie would be kidnapped from this family that she loved so much, kidnapped by her blood family and the truth would crash back to her to the point that every damn moment less prominent than this one would make her sick.

"You okay?" They asked absently because Catherine had told them to, it was her first kill.

"Dandy. The missions not over yet, get to work." The two men three times her age shared a look of alarm in raised eyebrows as Cammie pulled of her thick woollen gloves, felt the cold on her hands only fleetingly before she pulled out her lighter and set fire to them.

cCc

Present day.

The circus music wasn't overpoweringly loud, it was gently and soft like it was alive and sleeping with delicate but steady breaths. The Gallagher Academy was completely silent in her dream but the feel of her bare feet on the cool floorboards and her hadn't curling around her parents' bedroom door felt the unnatural authentic that dreams presented your sense sometimes.

Matthew Morgan was sat upright, and it wasn't until Cammie was stood at the foot of the bed in level with him that she realised he was humming the music that was following her that she realised it followed her because she was singing it too. His eyes were open and staring at her, Rachel was sprawled on her back on the bed beside him but Cammie didn't pay any attention to her as Matt lifted the knife in his hand dreamily over his wife's chest as Cammie raised her own cold gun at her father's head.

Rachel awoke and screamed, it wasn't in her character and it wasn't very spy like but you could only be so professional when you wake up with your husband holding a knife above you. It was a good thing spies were human, because it jolted both Cammie and Matt awake, a little at least, because the doze felt like that of having just woken up but they hadn't been asleep in a trancelike state maybe but this was not extreme sleepwalking.

"Matt." Rachel breathed sitting up, his whole body seemed to be twitching as he turned extremely slowly as he stared between Rachel and the knife in his hand, Rachel tried to speak as reassuringly as possible as she turned to Cammie who was lowering the gun she didn't know from where she'd gotten it from as impossibly slowly as Matt held the knife – neither of them having left a position that suggested they were ready to use them.

"Cammie. Put the gun down, kiddo." She kept eye contact with her daughter as the Solomon's broke into the room, probably awoken by Rachel's scream, questioning who else would know about this from the flood of her aunts arms from behind as she took her wrists and forced the gun down gently but with sufficient speed as she glanced at her sister. They didn't trust Cammie, she could feel it in her throat that even though Matt was still holding the knife as Joe Solomon approached him hand around his friends as he took the knife that had retreated sufficiently to the open side of the bed.

"You're the one who's supposed to stop me reaching for the knife in the middle of the night, remember?" Joe murmured as Matt let the knife drop from his grasp and he alerted through the haze that plagued his daughter and him and stared with dead seriousness as he studied his best friend's face without any words. Cammie's skin was crawling; it had a habit of doing it when she thought of Catherine or Martin or the Circle or when the reality of what she was like hit her, the cause now being the latter. The resentment at the family in her room was just a symptom, they trusted Matt with this murderous anomaly but Cam could feel their terror that she still didn't trust them, that she was still loyal to the circle and although she was confused as to what the hell had just happened – as her eyes met with her father's again and she saw the steadiness he had gained already - she couldn't help but admit that she was worried about whether that was true as well.