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Adrenaline rushed through me as I raced across the rooftop of the building. I must complete this mission and bring the person to justice. I raced after the man dressed in black who had a backpack swinging next to him, it grazing his legs, making him trip along the way. I jumped over small ceiling windows and little chimneys that poked out. I followed his movements exactly. But I paused when he jumped over a small gap to another building. I stopped at the edge and looked at the fall. Ever since I was little I wasn't afraid of heights, but only of falling so I cautiously stood on the ledge and spread my arms out wide.
"Cammie, hurry we don't have all day," my co-worker Emma Duffield told me through my comms.
"I wish we did," I muttered under my breath.
I took a small breath in and jumped, bracing my fall. I landed on my feet perfectly and then kept running. Everyone wanted to nickname me, Kitty Kat Cammie since I always landed on my feet but I perfered more of Cammie the Chameleon since it mostly fit me since I'm a pavement artist. I don't get noticed and I live like that, I really didn't care that I was invisible, since that's how a great spy should do. I was happy to follow in my parents steps, my mom being a spy and so is my dad (even though I thought he was part of the army I later learned he wasn't).
I saw someone out of the corner of my eye come around and came in front of the person I was chasing. The person I was chasing stopped in front of a young 23 year old boy-man person (not sure which he is). The boy had shaggy black hair, black shoulders and bright green emerald eyes that were glowing in the night. He wore black pants, blue shirt, combat boots and a leather jacket that I normally wear when I was cold.
"I think that belongs to us," his voice was deep and cold as he told the man between us.
"I don't think so," the man with said and then his fist then flew at the boy-man. He dodged it and kicked the man with the heel of his boots which made the man fall onto his back his bag sliding away from him. The younger one ran over to grab the bag as I ran to the one on the ground. His beard was roughly shaven, his blue eyes way too blue and he had crooked teeth.
"What are you going to do, you're just a girl," the harsh words came out of his mouth, a chill sent down my spine. I took something sharp out of my pocket, and showed him the sharp needle it had. I smiled as he gasped and stabbed it into his leg. He was about to scream but couldn't since venom took over and he went into a sleep, that wouldn't kill him well he'll wake up in a few hours not remembering a lot of things.
"I'm a Gallagher Girl," I spat at him and stood up and walked away from the man that laid unconsious on the ground.
"That's my girl," the 23 year old told me, his arm going over my shoulders.
I smiled, "Yes I am, Zach." We walked away from the man and towards our mentor who were standing by the ledge of the building who will determine our grade to graduate after this mission for the test. I grabbed Zach's hand and squeezed it.
"So," I asked Joe Solomon, a mid-forty year old man who resembles Brad Pitt. He was once a really close friend to my parents and acted like one to my now.
"Welcome to the CIA you three," he said and walked away. I turned to Zach and he grabbed my and lifted y body and spun around. He let me down and I couldn't help smiling, but who was the third person.
"Well if you two are done with your little love-fest come on let's celebrate," I heard Emma's voice in my comms, the third person.
"Yeah let's," Zach took my hand again and we walked off the rooftop away from Mr. Solomon trying to pick the man on the ground up.
Yeah my first sequel! Hope you like it! If you haven't read A Cinderella Spy Story, please read that before this, I know I'm not good at beginnings but it will get better. Please review for a virtual cookie!