Fill in the blank: Cammie Morgan + desk job = _
I know what you must be thinking: Cameron Ann Morgan, AKA Cammie Morgan, AKA the Chameleon, doing something boring? Never.
But yes, it is true, ladies and gentlemen: I, at a ripe old age of nineteen, have been stuck on desk duty.
I was in New York City, where Langley had decided to plop me down, working as the receptionist for a big medical corporation (a cover for the CIA). I had no purpose to the CIA at the moment. The only good thing to come out of it was that Bex, Liz, and Macey were also there. They were at different branches, so we tried to get together once a week.
I sat at my desk, hating that my "office" was at the front of the building. I had already dealt with a mother that had a screaming baby and a cranky woman who had a serious hygiene problem, and it was only 11:00. I typed away on the creaky, old company-issued PC (I'm really much more of a Mac person), and frowned as a slurping sound indicated that I had no coffee left. I could have sworn that I only had a sip…
I sighed again and got up to go to the break room to get more. The memos could wait.
As I made my way to the elevator, my phone buzzed, and I pulled it out. It was a text from Macey. Even though we all had Liz-approved security installed on our phones, there's nothing bad about being paranoid, so the text read like this:
Hey guys, 5 PM, my place? XD I have a surprise!
- Peacock
I smiled and texted:
Sure! Mite b late cuz of a few memos…-.-
- Chameleon
Within a few moments Bex and Liz had replied:
Aw Chameleon loosen up! ;) I'll b there!
- Duchess
Me 2…but I don't blame Chameleon. I'm snowed under with paperwork!
- Bookworm
Flipping the phone closed, I grinned to myself. At least there was something to be looking forward to.
6 hours and quite a few coffees later, I finally shut down the laptop and packed up my things. Feeling immensely happier that I was done with my 9-to-5 workday, I walked out of the building, my heels clicking on the pavement. I stood near the road and hailed a taxi, and then immediately wished I hadn't.
When the taxi pulled up, I stifled the urge to turn around and walk away. The taxi driver didn't look that bad. I mean, he didn't have piercings or tattoos, or a gun anywhere in plain sight. But there was something about him that made me wary. I squashed the feeling, telling myself, Get a grip, Cam. What kind of idiot would ambush you in plain sight, traffic hour in New York City? Then I climbed into the car.
Or rather, tried to. The instant I set foot in the taxi, a dark shape sprung at me. I ducked and whirled around, faster than conscious thought. And suddenly there were five. Then ten. I emptied my coffee over two of them, and swept my leg under another and knocked him out. But there were too many. A bag was pulled over my body. As I was dragged under, I couldn't help but think: Bex is gonna kill me for this.
Bex POV:
Even though it had been only a week since I had last seen my friends, the desk job wasn't cutting it. I couldn't believe that I was stuck at some boring publishing company. Hello, Baxter and dull don't even go in the same sentence! Anyway, at least Macey had promised a surprise, and I was eager to discover what she had in store.
Standing on the soft luxury welcome mat in front of Macey's apartment-slash-mini-mansion, I rang the doorbell and listened to it reverberate throughout the house. Macey appeared within seconds, grinning from ear to ear. She was dressed in a slinky, red, cocktail dress and some diamond drop earrings. After hugging, she grinned mischievously and said, "I told you guys I had a surprise, right?"
Liz peeked out from the other room timidly and said in her soft southern drawl, "Yes…?"
Macey gestured for Liz to come here, and said proudly, "And as soon as our dear friend Cam arrives, we're all going on dates!"
Liz gasped audibly, her mouth falling open in surprise. Her eyes widened and she stammered, "Who…wha…"
I smiled as I started warming up to the idea. It had been ages since I had gone out with a boy, and even if it didn't amount to anything, it was going to be a seriously welcome distraction from my work. If you can even call what I was doing work.
Liz found her voice and said, "Mace, we don't even know them! What if they're terrorists? What if they're the Circle? What if they're…"
"Normal boys?" Macey rolled her eyes at our friend's worrying. "Relax, Liz! The Circle was exterminated a long time ago, and besides…I ran into them at my cover office. They're operatives too."
At this moment, our phones dinged, and we pulled them out simultaneously.
Sorry, can't come tonight.
- Chameleon
I frowned a little. It wasn't like Cammie to just not provide any excuse. But there was no time to ponder that now. Macey dragged Liz and I into her gigantic bathroom to get ready.
Cammie POV:
They hauled me into the taxi, and it was silent for exactly three hours, twelve minutes, seventy-two milliseconds while they drove me to who knows where. I was completely bound and gagged and blindfolded in the bag. Dang, they were good.
After that, I was pulled through a bunch of hallways (left, right, left, left) until I felt them drop me. They pulled the bag off, and unblindfolded and ungagged me. I was sitting in a square, sterile white room. The only furnishing was a glass table at the other end of the room, and one of those leather swivel chairs. Except this swivel chair was encrusted in yellow diamonds. That must be a pain in the butt, I thought. Harsh fluorescent lights lit up the space.
A man sat in the chair. He turned around, and I saw that he was wearing a red mask and a black business suit. The mask completely covered his face so the only thing I could see was his mouth and eyes, but it looked like liquid metal.
There were other people, dressed in all black with ski masks standing around me. My mind was racing, adrenaline flooding my veins. I was aware that I was ungagged, and I was about to say something when a goon handed the red man a bag.
My bag, I realized. It had my folders and files for business in it, but it also had some gadgets. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to be afraid that they had put it in plain sight, or hopeful.
The red man fished around in the bag and pulled out something. My phone.
The red man held my phone and smiled. He spoke for the first time, and his voice sent chills down my spine. It was gravelly and rough, but had the unmistakable undertones of evil. Pure evil. There was no other way to describe it.
"Need to make a call, Cameron?"
I managed to spit out, "Do I even get reception in here, Spiderman?"
"I would expect nothing less from the daughter of Matthew Morgan," he chuckled. Then, he nodded to himself and typed in the password.
The. Password. To. My. Phone.
Now I was in complete shock, because my phone had the most high-tech and secure security in all of the CIA. I knew that for a fact because a.) Liz was the one who secured it, and b.) Liz has hacked into the President of the United States' phone and the director of the CIA's phone.
So this meant that Mr. Spiderman might have been a crazy lunatic, but he was a really good crazy lunatic.
While all this was running through my head, Red Man mused out loud, "Hm…how about Macey McHenry, Rebecca Baxter, and Elizabeth Sutton?"
My heart just about stopped, and I shouted, breaking my façade, "Don't hurt them!"
Red Man laughed loudly, flashing his teeth. Very white teeth, as a matter of fact. "Oh, Cammie dear, I'm simply going to alert them that you won't be attending your little gathering tonight. You will be very…busy."
My face hardened and I prepared myself for the worst. Torture. No spy really ever goes into the details of it, not even at the CIA. But no spy ever gives up information. And I certainly wouldn't.
"You can torture me all you want. I'm not saying anything," I said defiantly.
Red Man laughed again, which was somehow scarier than if he had yelled at me. "We'll see about that, Chameleon."
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- BubblesAndThings