Cammie

Cover: Abrielle La 'Rue

Code Name: Chameleon

Name: Classified

Age: 24

Appearance: 5'6, curly blond/brown hair, green eyes

Personality: Cheerful, bubbly, stubborn, witty

Husband: Antonio La 'Rue, married for a year

Current Residency: Paris, France

Backstory: Father is a rich icon. Has three brothers, Pierre, Tolous and Bertram. It was found that her father is a member of the Circle of Cavan. Abrielle and Antonio are hosting a party at their house to celebrate their anniversary. At some point during the night a microchip will be passed to you for safekeeping until it would be able to reach Abrielle's father and be introduced to the Circle.

Mission objective: Intercept the Microchip containing vital information on the Circle

It was the day after I'd received the mission as I read it over for what seemed like the hundredth time (though in reality, it was only 48). I knew the information like the back of my hand. I could recite it forwards, backwards or sideway. That's how it's supposed to be. A spy's cover is their life-line, you stick with it to the end. One slip-up could be the difference between life and death. So you had to make sure you wouldn't slip up.

I'll go to the gym, I decided. I can always clear my mind and think when I'm training.

So approximately 26 minutes later, I was in was in gray shorts and a tight fitting white t-shirt.

I sparred with a few people for a couple of hours (and won, though I do have a few bruises) Director came in.

"Chameleon. It's time to go meet your partner." He said, as I quickly ended the sparring match between me and a newbie named Travis.

"Yes, Sir." I said, and I quickly left to get ready. Half an hour later I was dressed in dark jeans, a purple t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. I carried a small purse to hold the files that contained our covers and the wallet that holds my multiple IDs, but that's it. Time to go meet Zachary Goode.

Zach

"So you're telling me that I'm going to Paris on a mission to retrieve some microchip with a partner, but you won't tell me who my partner is, what's on the microchip, or who we're getting it from?" I asked Joe Solomon.

"Yes. But you will be meeting your partner in about an hour. She will give you the file that has your cover and the details of the mission." He replied

"And do you know who my partner is?" I asked, trying to clue him in that he wasn't getting away without giving some answers.

"Yes, I do. I've had the pleasure of working with her a few times over the year."

"Her?"

"Yes, her."

"And you're not going to elaborate at all?"

"All I'll tell you is that you will be meeting her at the east corner of the fountain in the center of the mall. Oh but before you meet up, we're testing some of the young Blackthorne students to see if they can spot a tail, so when we get there, you and a few other agents will be tailing the boys through the mall to see if they can spot you."

"Alright…" I answered, slightly unsure about this partner, who I have no information on.

"Bye, Zach. I'll meet you outside the mall entrance in an hour to show you the boy you'll be tailing." And with that, Joe Solomon walked out the door. Sure, I've been on many other missions, but never has anyone been so vague about what we were doing and who I'd be doing it with.

~O~

An hour later, I stood outside the mall doors, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, with six other agents, only some of which I recognized. Joe went around, handing us each a picture of the boy we'd be tailing. Mine had short brown hair, blue eyes and a few freckles. Easy enough. Then one of the younger recruits, Jeremy I think it was, spoke up.

"But, Joe, there are only seven of us here, and you brought eight kids for the test. Where's the last agent?" this perked my interest as well, though. No one should ever be a no-show when it came to Joe Solomon.

"Chameleon is already tailing her assigned child." He said, which I found odd. Usually we didn't speak in code names unless talking over comms.

"Chameleon?" one of the older agents asked, incredulous. "You're sending Chameleon after a sophomore? Poor kid, he doesn't stand a chance."

"Yeah, Joe? Why'd you pick Chameleon for this?" another agent asked.

"Let's say that I overheard Leo saying that this was going to be an easy job, and that he wanted a challenge for a change. Wish granted." Joe stated, winking towards the person who'd asked.

"Whoa, wait. Who's Chameleon?" Jeremy asked, and some of the older agents laughed.

"Let's just say that I have sympathy towards Leo at the moment. If Chameleon doesn't want to be seen… she isn't seen." I was curious as to who this Chameleon was.

"And what makes Chameleon so good?" I asked, drawing a few smiles.

"You, Zachary, are good" Joe Solomon said. "But Chameleon takes good to a whole other level. I'm sure you'll meet Chameleon sooner or later." He said with a certain gleam in his eye, though what it meant, I had no idea. "Now go tail them. They've got their head-start by now."

It wasn't long until I found the kid I was supposed to be trailing, Jason. He did a few surveillance techniques and took many precautions to see if there was anyone following him, but I'd also been trained that way, so I knew how to avoid that. His eyes landed on me once, but then moved on. So I continued to tail him, not knowing whether or not he'd seen me. So far, Jeremy had been seen, so had one of the older agents, Sophia, and also some guy named Murphy.

"Jacinda, you've been compromised." Joe Solomon's voice, crackled over the Comm, indicating that she'd been spotted. Not two minutes later was, "Luke, Verna, you've both been compromised." Now there was just me, and Chameleon. But apparently, Chameleon was too good to be spotted. I'd show them. I was better than some person who was too arrogant to be called by their real name. I'd-

"Zachary, you've been compromised." Joe said, while I cursed in Farsi. "Congratulations Chameleon. But I believe you have somewhere to go now."

"Alright, Joe. I'll see you later." A bubbly voice came through my Comm. Chameleon was a girl? Is it wrong for me to suddenly feel very competitive?

"I'm guessing that I have to go meet my partner now. So I'll talk to you later, Joe." I said, then I turned off my Comm and proceeded to walk towards the center of the mall.

Sitting on the edge of the fountain on the east corner was a small girl. Well, she wasn't exactly small, just not strong looking, and a few inches shorter than me, probably 5'5. She had semi-long, straight, dirty blond hair and her skin was slightly tanned. Green eyes peeked out from behind her hair and if you didn't look carefully, it would appear as if she were people-watching, but being a spy, I knew better. She was looking for me. Suddenly her eyes landed on me, and she gave a small nod, as if acknowledging the fact that I was there. I walked forward confidently, with a smirk on my face. This was my partner for the mission? She didn't look like much, but then again, looks were very deceiving.

"And you are?" she inquired.

"Zachary Goode." I answered, wondering if she was going to question that fact at all. Any good spy would.

"And why do you give me any reason to believe that?"

"How about I tell you my code name then?" I asked, giving her a smirk, to which she rolled her eyes.

"Go ahead."

"Cryptic."

"Well, nice to meet you Zachary." She said, holding out her hand. I took it and we shook. Then she took two folders out of her purse, one green, on blue.

"Please, call me Zach."

"Alright, Zack. These are our covers. I know both already, so you can take mine and look it over a bit if you want to." She said, gesturing to the folders.

"Alright, sounds good… I never caught your name, sorry. And you would be?" I asked, flashing her a flirtatious smile (to which she didn't react at all, I might add).

"I'm sorry, but that information is classified." She stated simply. Was she for real? Whose name is classified?

"Well, I gotta call you something, Honey." I joked with her, but she just gave me a hard look.

"Whatever it is, I suggest it wouldn't be Honey if you like your face the way it currently is." She said, her tone steely.

"Well, what should I call you then?" I asked, with a smile of amusement on my face.

"Call me by my code name. Everyone does."

"And that would be, Sweetheart?" she looked slightly annoyed, but she stayed calm.

"It should be in the blue folder with the rest of my cover she said, putting the folders in my hands. By the time I looked up she was gone. I shrugged it off and opened up the blue folder.

Cover: Abrielle La 'Rue

Alright. So her cover is my wife. Not bad.

Name: Classified

Wow. She wasn't kidding. I'd have Jonas look into this later.

Code Name: Chameleon

Oh. I did not see that coming.