I decided to post this new story today. Because it's my birthday. And I feel like it. ;P Enjoy!
Prologue
Cameron Anne Morgan had been sloppy.
You could say that she'd been having a bad day, or that she was distracted. She might've been excited, or maybe she had been PMSing and yelling at the taxi driver to hurry it up.
But none of that matters. It's not the why that matters, it's the what. And that what was: She had been sloppy.
Too sloppy to notice the man lying on the rooftop of her temporary apartment building. The man with the gun.
She didn't notice until it was too late. Until she heard the gun fire.
It was all too familiar. The memory of the night in the ally when her aunt fell to the ground, with a bullet in her core. She was just a 16 year old spy-in-training, then.
Five years really makes a difference. She was a better spy now. She was good.
But not good enough.
Her body fell to the ground like a ton of bricks. She was dead weight.
A tall, muscular man standing across the street ran through the many cars passing by. Getting hit didn't even cross his mind.
"Cammie!" He yelled hysterically. "CAMMIE!"
He noticed that the bullet had gone straight to her heart.
Cammie Morgan was dead.
And all there was left for Zach to do was pull her to his chest, and cry.
A/N: Yes, I'm sorry for the shortness.
Oh, very short apparently. It's like 250 words. xD Oh well, you get what you get (wait, is that even the saying?!).
