I was there for my own funeral, talk about surreal. I was there watching the suffering that I put m friends and family through. There was one person who wasn't shedding any tears for me. Zach. I knew that he knew about my secret. He was there the night I got my memories back. I knew I could trust him and I was right. He was playing the grief stricken boyfriend very well. He announced that we were dating the day after my death to clear up what people were only speculating. I watched each of the people close to me, all within walking distance, grieve. I never wanted this life to begin with, but now I'm here I wouldn't change it. I looked down at my ring. The simple black band, wrapped around my middle finger. For now it, changed my appearance, hiding me from everyone including any listening ears who might be here just to make sure that I'm dead. The Circle. They were the ones who threw me into this life. Now I'm taking it back. I sit there in my chair as the preacher comes up to the podium. The many people who say nice things about me rush to the podium and say things that aren't entirely true. My friends and family go last after the storm of people. Everyone of their speeches pierce me as I feel parts of my heart break. They put the coffin that has the fake me into the ground and the guns go off. I see pieces of my friends go with the fake me as I get buried. I wipe a stray tear off my cheek. I will not do this now. I wasn't called the Chameleon for nothing. I twist my ring and just before I do so, I see a glint in the corner of my eye. I see a gold ring on the finger of someone important from the CIA. They're talking to my mother whose loosely surrounded by my friends. And Zach. I taught him how to spot me in my disguises. He blinks at me twice. Something that doesn't go unnoticed by my friends who are spies themselves. He gave the signal to start my mission. To expose one of the leaders of the Circle. Who happened to be the CIA Director. I make my way toward them. They see me and I start to introduce myself.
"Hello, I'm Tegan Saoirse. I work with SHEILD." I manage to get out in an Irish accent before anyone notices. I see the faces of the people surrounding me, which are flabbergasted. I smirk, reminding me that I have a higher clearance level than most of the people here. Here comes the question of the day.
"So, how did you know Cammie?" I faintly hear my mother say.
"We met over the summer. I heard that she couldn't remember much of our meeting." I frown at my lie. Ugg, oh well. I'll have to deal with the more questioning looks.
"It was brief of course, she just wanted a favor. I obliged since I read her profile and figured she wasn't up to anything I wouldn't do." I sigh to make it look like I'm sorry that I've died. I then fake a double take at the director's ring. I gasp and grab his hand.
"Where did you get this ring?" I look at him my lips twitching into a smirk as I hear Zach snort. I shoot him a quick look.
"I got it when I joined the CIA, I got it from my mentor." The director looks smug at me as if he has an alibi for this.
"Are you sure, it looks a lot like..." I'm suddenly spun around and feel the coolness of metal against my temple.
"Nobody move or I'll shoot this agent." He leans down and whispers, "I know you're not SHEILD. I don't know how you figured me out, but you're not leaving here without a bullet in your head." I sigh, knowing that it would be futile to go against me at my own funeral.
I take advantage of his weak stance against me as the others don't quite have time to register it. I elbow him, flip him over my shoulder, and knock him out with in 30 seconds. After I flip him over onto his back I put my "special SHEILD" handcuffs on him and lift him on to my shoulder. I take his ring off and set him against the wall for whatever punishment lies in store for him. Walking back to the stunned group of people, I go up to my mother.
"Mrs. Morgan, I'm sorry you had to see that. Especially today of all days. I've been tracking down Circle agents for years and well..." I toss her the ring.
"He happened to be a leader, one of many, but a leader. You might want to keep that incase you pick up on a trail that leads you to the Circle. I have almost absolute certainty that they'll leave you alone now, but just to be sure." I look up and see that my ride is here. I start to walk away, but I remember why I was here to begin with, not just for the Circle.
"I almost forgot. Um...Cammie gave me something. For each of you. If anything were to happen to her. I kept them just in case, but it didn't look like I needed to. Until now..." I trail off. Reaching into the bag I have, I pull out 6 packages labeled with names and a letter for Zach. I look at him when I hand him the letter. I give him a couple blinks. I hear a muffled voice in the ear piece.
"I must go, but if you need my help or need to contact me, here's my card." I hand them the card. A ladder falls down behind me. I grab the "director" and the ladder.
"Before I go, remember this: Cammie was one of their victims. It's my job to stop that from happening. If you have any information, send it to me." I give them a nod and I get lifted into the air and pulled up. I'm in the chopper, and I watch my family's faces as they look at me getting smaller and smaller. Until I disappear entirely.