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Cammie's POV

So, let me give you a quick run-down of what has happened in the past two years. We destroyed the COC. Zach and I decided that with all of the trouble we've had from the circle, we'd drifted apart. We broke up, on good terms. Though I always had suspicions that it had something to do with his hot mission partner that he was going on a mission with a week after graduation. The break up with Zach was actually good for me. It gave me a chance to get my thoughts straight. So, at the ripe young age of eighteen, I began working to make a whole new institute of spies. But this institute was not just any institute. It was never to be heard of by the public, and it is strictly women only. If we need men on our mission, we work with the CIA or MI6. The Director and I have become close friends.

Now I'm twenty years old. Director of the Nightingale Institute For Women. One of the best spies in the world. Field agent. Daughter, stepdaughter, niece, goddaughter.

Macey, Liz and Bex immediately joined my institute as did many other Gallagher Girls from my grade including Tina, Mick, Anna. Tina, as well as being a field agent, deals with all of the publicity issues from missions. She helps clean them up and keep us off the radar.
Mick, while being a field agent, helps to train agents. We have a program that is like college for Gallagher Girls. We all help with the teaching but Mick helped me set it up and is one of the teachers. Though the teachers change often because of missions. I do a little teaching myself.

I sat at my glass desk in my black skin tight dress that came to just above my knees with spaghetti straps. I was wearing black sandal heels and my dress had a small cut in the back at the bottom. I tapped my pen against the edge of the table as I stared at my laptop screen, trying to pretend I had never seen the face that was there. My foggy glass doors swung open and in strutted Macey, Bex, Liz and Tina. Was in a black pencil skirt and tucked into it was a button up white t shirt. Bex was in a dress like mine except it was of the darkest blue with thick straps, and hanging off her shoulders was a white blazer. Liz was in grey business suit pants and tucked into them was a plain white shirt. Tina was in a black skirt that went to her mid-thigh with a blue shirt tucked into it.

" Please tell me that there was a computer glitch and this isn't real!" I said, standing from my seat and began pacing.
" I could. But that would be a lie." Tina said. I appreciated her attempt at humour.
" How?!" I asked.
" The prison didn't have high enough security and there is never any action happening at that prison so they had lower level guards on this scene." Liz filled me in, her unfaltering voice going fast.
" Shit." I murmured.
" What's his next move?" Bex asked.
" I don't know. It's been a year!" I said, my frustration getting the better of me, but Bex didn't take any offense to my tone.
" Yes Cam. You do know! You dated for a year. Think. What would he do next? Where would he go?" Macey asked. Because there, on my screen, was a picture of the man I had dated for a year. A man who had been good enough to deceive ME. ME! The best pavement artist alive! Think Cam!
" I know where he's going." I said calmly.
" Good. Because you have a meeting with the CIA, MI6, Secret Service, Interpol and UD."
" No." I said, turning to them. " We have a meeting with them, and I need to have a conversation with Zach." Did I mention that Zach also started an undercover spy service. He called it UD. Standing for undercover defence. " Be at the limo is 5 mins and 32 seconds. You know what we need." With that they all left, and I took a look at the man I almost loved. His dirty blonde hair was messed up, his tall figure was just as muscly as he stood at a set of ruins in Ireland.
" We've got a killer to kill." I murmured before swinging my white floppy blazer over my shoulder, grabbing my phone and strutting out of my office.