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Those of you who are new to our band of awesomeness then you need to know some basic facts... Firstly, i am insane!
Secondly, I am not afraid of writing some kissy kiss scenes but i know for our younger readers that it isnt always best in big quantities.
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A dusky light filtered through the windows onto the four sleeping teenage boys. They all looked slightly wild, particularly a dark brown haired boy on one of the top bunks. His eyes were still closed, but his mouth moved silently in a dream. His young face had a bit of stubble growing across it and he had a slight scar across his neck from a burn of some sort.

His friends, although about the same age, were still in sleep. It was just the boy who was battling inside his own head.

Well, that was until his eyes shot open, the dream having awoken him, and he groaned quietly.

Zach sighed and pulled the duvet over his head, his head was ringing from last night's 'fiasco' that had ended with him being dragged into the CIA along with his three best friends. All of them had been yelled at by the leader of it all and then given this drug to knock them out and were now in a room with two bunks, a wardrobe and a nice red carpet. It was less like a cell than a converted bedroom, which Zach didn't rule out. He stretched, and made sure he didn't make any noise, none of the others had woken up yet and Zach didn't want to wake them.

Grant had been trying to persuade the others to go clubbing with him after he had seen four girls go in. Zach had given in quite fast, the lure of alcohol, but Preston and Jonas had taken so much persuasion that by the time they got inside the four girls had vanished. Zach hadn't really cared as the only reason he had agreed was because even though they were barely 17 all of them had seen enough of the 'dark world' that getting totally drunk was a bit of a rest bite for them. They all passed as 18 without trying, as all of them were toned, tall and (with the exception of Jonas) quite intimidating. Grant's tattoo, Preston's sneering look and Zach's silence was enough to make most people cave in. And if they didn't Jonas would give them a shot to make them.

Once Grant had managed to win them all past the guards and got inside the girls had well and truly gone, but by then the smell of beer and vodka was intoxicating the depressed teens and before they know it they were all at the bar buying drinks.

The lights blared and something acrid in the air made them all slightly light headed, Zach noticed a man in a light grey suit slide in the door behind them. The unmistakable sign of a gun in his back pocket. He slipped round the back and started to whisper to a man in a white shirt and jeans who nodded and walked away. Zach tried to alert the others, but all three of them were by the bar drinking, Zach downed the beer which Preston offered him and then the shot after that. Finally he got hold of the other three and they went after the two men.

They found out when they got back to the CIA that the men were infamous drug dealers but that they should never ever go into a club without back-up again.

Nobody told them the real reason why they had entered, the boys considered that highly classified information only for the eyes and knowledge of four of the best spies in the business, instead they kept up some lie that Jonas, the most sober, had concocted on the spot.

Zach leaned over the edge of his bunk to look at Jonas on the bottom, he had headphones plugged in and was sound asleep listening to some random podcast in Japanese. He was the only one of the Alpha-1 group that hadn't had at least 7 years of training or connections into 'their world'. Only last year did they actually get jobs in the legendary CIA, they used to have a man called Jake who was their techie person but he was shot by the enemy in the first mission Alpha-1 went on. He had been 4 years older than the boys and was very full of himself, he used to give them 'useful information' like how to handle a honeypot situation. But he used to say it in the most condescending way possible. Zach hadn't been sad when he died, he wasn't happy but Jonas was much better.

Grant was snoring like always, but Zach didn't mind. He had known Grant years, they had met in a training session when they were 10. Zach had been top of the class by a long way, until Grant sidled in, then Zach had actually got to work to keep the top spot. They had both loved the competition but ended up best friends, Zach helped Grant with school work and Grant trained with Zach to stop him getting bored as fast.

Finally there was the newest member, none of them had liked Preston when he joined the training class when they were 15. The only reason he had come was to learn to fight properly, but as the boy realised what he was learning for he had tried harder and become a fairly good fighter, fairly good techie and had more information on the politics of the world than anybody else, which came in useful.

Zach pulled on a t-shirt and padded silently over to the door, he tested the door knob and was silently surprised when it swung open. Zach looked round to see a man leaning against the wall of what looked like a lounge, reading a large file. It had a picture on the front of a small looking girl, almost like a fairy, she had mousey brown hair and a shocked expression on the photo like she hadn't expected anything to happen. The name underneath was neatly typed and read,

Elizabeth Sutton

Zach frowned at the man who had a pen and was annotating the file.

"What do you want Zach?" The man sent him a half smile and ushered Zach over to the sofa with him.

"Not much Joe, just wanna know where we are, why we're here, what you expect us to do and who they are." Zach didn't sit down, all of his senses were telling him to work out why he was here before he relaxed. Yes he was with Joe but that didn't solve everything.

"You are in a small town called Roseville in my flat, you are here to help me with something and these are the problem." Joe motioned the files with a flick of his wrist.

"Can I read these?" Zach motioned to the pile of files Joe had under one arm, each was a different colour.

"I would recommend you read this one, she will be of interest to you." Joe Solomon held out a red folder to Zach who took it, sliding down the wall to sit. The picture on the front was a girl who immediately caught Zach's attention, but not with her bust or figure but with her eyes. Her eyes were bricked off from emotion and he recognised the look, he himself wore it most the time too. She was very lightly tanned with shoulder length mid-brown hair which fell in attractive waves. Her eyes, apart from the look in them, were pretty, a dark brown middle ring fading out to toffee brown. Something about her seemed familiar, had he seen a photo of her before?

"Her hair is longer now, right down past her shoulders." Joe added when he saw Zach examining the photo, Zach snapped out of his trance and prized the folder open.

"How do you know?" Zach looked up at the man, he had a certain look of pride on his face as he looked at the girl, but at the same time a hint of sadness crossed his eyes. Joe didn't shut his emotions off well, he never had done.

"She is my daughter, well stepdaughter. Her father died when she was young, when he was on a mission, and her mother was the ex-headmistress of Gallagher Girls School. Rachel was killed when Catherine took the school, as you will know Catherine has taken nearly every school in America now and one of her cronies is 'head of education'. Catherine normally haunts the corridors of Gallagher because it's the most likely school to go against her rules, but currently she has disappeared off to look pretty on the front cover of vogue. Now Catherine isn't actually IN Gallagher we have a chance of getting the girls out. I teach there but both me and Patricia Buckingham are becoming worried about the girls, partially Cameron, because Catherine has left messages in the current heads office saying that she will need Cammie for 'the job'."

"What is that job?"

"We don't know, all we know is that Catherine wants her. And that will never be good." Joe turned back to his current file and Zach turned back to Cameron's face.

It was nothing like the other three girls who all were either posing or, in Elizabeth's case, looking scared. Cammie was smiling but, like her eyes, it wasn't a real smile, it was faked. If Zach hadn't spent so many year perfecting the same fake smile he wouldn't have noticed, but Agent Zachary never misses anything.

Her file only had one page in it, whereas the others had records of parents and carers hers had her details and no others.

Name: Cameron Ann Morgan (Preferred to be called Cammie)

Age: 16 (But she acts about 20, so don't be patronising or she will kill you.)

Birthday: 7th January

Parents: Matthew Morgan (d) (CIA AGENT), Rachel Morgan (d) (CIA AGENT TOO and Ex-Head of Gallagher Academy for Gifted Girls, aka- spy school!)

Guardian: Joe Solomon (step-dad)

Abilities: None to be concerned about. (Can speak 15 languages, black belt in 6 martial arts, IQ 140, been at a spy training school for 4 years before Catherine came in so can kick butt)

Relationships: Josh Abrams (6 months) (finally she told him the truth after being kidnapped for a COVOPS test but she didn't say beforehand that she went to Gallagher and it's all very confusing and I only know cause me and Rachel followed her. He, thank god, is gone and I don't believe he is coming back.)

Personality: Intelligent and quick witted but can second guess herself when it comes to un-important actions. Loyal to her friends, and fairly strong willed. Very Stubborn when it comes to giving away information. Known as Chameleon as she is a very good pavement artist and doesn't like spotlight to be on herself. (Can have low self-esteem as current Head hates her and regularly insults her in front of others to make her easier to manipulate. Can becomes violent then tearful if anyone insults her parents or me.)

Status: wanted by enemy, under extreme danger.

"My amazing daughter." Joe sighed, "Been though more than the normal adult population."

"Has she ever seen live fire?" Zach crossed his fingers hoping for a resounding 'no', he didn't know why but the thought of her going through even more pain killed him, he actually thought maybe somebody else might understand his predicament.

"Yes, when Catherine took the school she was caught in the crossfire and forced to fight. She fought alongside her friends, teachers and mother. Catherine overtook them, purely by injuring so many with machine guns. Finally Cammie watched Catherine shoot her mum and as I arrived I found her lying next to her mum in her mum's blood on the floor. Still begging for her mum to come back." Joe looked down at Cammie's face.

Zach could see why she would need to shield her emotions now, Cammie had been though similar to him! And that was something that nobody ever needed to go though. "I swear to god if I get my hands on Catherine…"

"ZACH!" Grant's voice burst through the door next to Zach and Joe sprung up to calm the Agent while Zach composed himself, placing Cammie's file under the others.

"…before you so please calm down or you will wake the neighbours."

"Agent Zachary!" Grant scowled at Zach who leant against the doorframe, "Why on earth did you not wake us?" Zach smirked and Grant scowled again, throwing a pillow at Zach's head. Preston was grumbling something in Spanish under his duvet, which he had pulled over his head, and Jonas was flicking though something on his phone with his headphones still in. Grant was sitting bolt upright on his bunk, topless, awake and annoyed.

"Calm the hell down, we have all been drugged and are here on a mission. I wasn't going to wake you from your beauty sleep as you need it the most out of all of us." Zach flashed his trademark 'I've-just-won' smile as Grant tried to formulate a comeback, but he couldn't. Everyone agreed, except Zach, that Zach was the James Bond of the group. He got all the girls, the looks, was the best shot and seemed to attract the most trouble, but most of all he had two sides, the cocky one and the real Zachary Alexander Goode. But nobody saw the second one, nobody even knew the second one existed.

Zach wanted to keep it that way, he had no name he was just Agent Zachary and he had no birthday or parents. The only one who knew otherwise was him, Joe and his darling parents, one of which he didn't even know and the other… well she was a psychopath.

"Well now you two have finished bickering," Joe poked Zach to wake him out of his daze, "I need to speak to you all. Preston salir de ahí abajo! Jonas, ヘッドフォンを取ります!"

"You did not have to speak Spanish just to get me out Joe." Preston moaned, peering out of his duvet, and Jonas looked slightly taken aback at being yelled at in Japanese but took out his headphones anyway.

"Thank you; now get up and I will tell you the rest." Joe walked out and Zach followed silently, it was his natural instinct now, to make no noise. Joe glanced over his shoulder and jumped when he saw Zach following him, but he shook it off. Zach smirked, Joe was a good agent but sadly Zach was a smidgen better.

The other all traipsed in and collapsed into chairs, Grant swallowing a few drugs for his hangover. Zach internally thanked his high tolerance. Joe turned to face them all,

"You guys possibly have one of the hardest but least fatal missions ever. Get four girls out of Gallagher School. Catherine isn't in Gallagher at the moment and I will be inside with Buckingham to make your lives less dangerous. We are both teachers there but once these girls are out, you will be disappearing too."

"As in… disappearing to the world or to the CIA?" Jonas asked, frowning.

"To the CIA, you can choose not to but you will be going temporarily rouge." The other three boys cheered, the excitement of adventure getting to them all. "Each one of you will have a different person, Jonas your girl will be alerted in advance as she needs to help Buckingham disable the alarm in advance. Preston, Macey is a smart girl and can fight well I would knock her out. Grant I'm pretty sure Bex will help you if you can persuade her, otherwise knock her out 'cause she is a very good fighter, possibly more fatal than you, although she doesn't quite beat 007. Zach, just get Cammie out in one piece, please." Joe turned to look at Zach and both of them traded a desperate look, Zach nodded briskly, he had never met the girl but she was a puzzle who needed fixing. "Read your files, breakfast is in the kitchen, Comms and all kit is in the lounge. At 12 o'clock meet me outside the gate. I always go to town on Friday's for lunch so I can brief and prep you guys then. Code black hopefully won't happen if Liz and Buckingham can sort the alarm. See you boys, the remote for the TV is under the sofa."

Joe walked out and the boys all began to chat happily, Zach picked up the files and threw them to the respective boys. They each looked down at them and then at each others, Zach glanced at Cammie's file and the underlying sense of recognition ignited again, he had a strange desire to look after her, that she was important to him.

"Well read them boys," Zach hid Cammie's file back in the bag, not wanting to remember what the girl had been though.

Instincts say protect her, she is important. He thought, looking down at the bag, stick to your instincts.

"Wow, Rebecca is a bloody goddess!" Grant grinned and opened Rebecca Baxter's file. He was right, she was striking, like an Egyptian God, but Cammie's face stuck in his head.

"I could say the same for Macey! Her Dad is a politician too! He is the British ambassador!" Preston grinned at the supermodel girl on his file; she was flashing a dazzling smile. Preston seemed transfixed on his face, and Zach couldn't help but think that Cammie was prettier. He mentally slapped himself, he had to remember who he really was.

"Elizabeth Sutton has an IQ that is the same as mine! And she has photographic memory; Joe also says her favourite pastime is hacking the FBI!" Jonas's face was filled with happiness as he read about his fellow Nerd. But Zach couldn't even touch Cammie's file, the image of the girl lying next to her dead mother sobbing was haunting Zach even though he had never actually seen it.

"I'm going to go get Breakfast." Zach called as he left the room, but the last thing he wanted was food.

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