Chapter 1
For a normal 19 year old the extent of spying might be looking out your bedroom window at the cute boy who lives next door. A normal 19 year old might only use a wig if it was Halloween. Ordinary teens spend their Saturday nights out with friends, not trailing a 25 year old woman who's supposedly recruting people to take down MI5.
Of course, I wasn't a normal 19 year old. Only a few months after I graduated from Gallagher and accepted the job as a Private spy, Zach and I got our first assignment- trailing this woman in Portugal. "OK, Cammie, you're up." Zach's voice whispered silkily in my ear. One of the pros of this job- our trancievers were so high quality we would never have to hear static crackling loudly in our ears ever again.
I walked over to the shop where The Subject was looking at some Portuguese souvenirs. The Subject took off her sunglasses and peered at me.
"You know, I heard that Portugal has the highest crime rate in Europe." She told me. It wasn't true, but it was 'the line'. If I answered her correctly, she would think I wanted to join her little club, therefore revealing she was a criminal and allowing me and Zach to arrest her.
"Crime, justice, whatever you want to call it." I said absent-mindedly in a Portuguese accent. She gave a small smile and shifted subtly so that she was facing me more directly.
"You want in?" She asked me, looking into my eyes without blinking. I matched her stare easily.
"Depends on what you're talking about. But either way, if you're talking about your little army or prison, my answer will still be no." I said, dropping my accent. Her eyes widened, and she was turning to run away, but she couldn't. Zach had already handcuffed her.
I smiled while I told the police to move in, and the woman struggled in Zach's iron grip. Our first assignment and we had done amazingly. The police pulled up a minute later, and we were already free to go. Agent Carlton from our graduation was right, this was the perfect job. We had so much free time.
Zach took my hand while we walked down the cobbled street towards the beach. He bought my hand up to his lips and kissed it. "Good job, partner." He grinned, bumping my hips with his.
"You too. So where do you want to go next? I mean, it's going to be a few weeks before we get a new assignment, and when in Portugal..." I asked.
"How about we stay here for a while and then go to Italy. I heard that Macey was there on a mission, and Bex is in Switzerland and Liz is always just around somewhere isn't she?" Zach murmered.
"That sounds like a great idea," I smiled as we sat down on the darkening beach. The sky was a deep amber, the sun was setting over the horizon. "It's so beautiful, isn't it?"
"I bet I can name something more beautiful." Zach said softly, looking at me. I blushed and Zach kissed my cheek. The sun had set for about five minutes before Zach reluctantly said we should go back to the hotel.
As we walked hand in hand back to our hotel, the only thing I could keep thinking was that there was no place I would rather be.