*Flashback*

"You-" slap. The man slapped me in the face, hard. "You disgrace us."

I spit at him. What kind of man hits a tied up prisoner, especially if that 'prisoner' was his student.

"You not only failed your mission but you put this whole organization in jeopardy. You will pay for that." I got another slap in the face and a bloody nose.

"I'll be back." The man said to me with venom as he left the interrogation room.

Time to get out of this wacky shack. The chair I was tied to was wooden and not stuck to the floor. 1,2,3 and I flipped myself and the chair headfirst, breaking the chair and hurting my arms.

The crash had made a loud noise and as I un-tied my hands I heard footsteps approaching quickly.

"Idiots." I mumbled to myself. They had left me with my gun, and I am a trained assassin and spy. I pylled it out of its holder and aimed it at the door. Three men opened the door and ran in.

Bam, bam, bam. Three shots were fired, three men fell dead in the doorway. I ran over them. I remember dodging people and guns firing as I ran to find an exit. I jumped through a window and rolled once I hit the ground. The cuts the glass gave me hurt, but not anything to distract me.

I ran back to my grandparents farm, sure the CofC were going to go capture and maybe kill them. I ran in and slapped Napotine patches on them, before they could react and stop me. I dragged them to the car which I had ready and waiting. I forced some tea which had the strongest memory erase available in it as I started the drive away from their home.

I took them to an old house that my dad had secretly owned and told me about. Hopefully here they could start new lives, normal lives without any memory of spies and assassins.

*End Flashback*

I sat in the Dining Hall, moving my eggs around on my plate, not really hungry. I thought about my grandparents who were completely blissful and ignorant in Nebraska and I envied their happiness and ease.

Every day I have to hide a skill or something I know because I had special training, as an assassin, from the Circle of Cavan.

I don't like being an assassin and having to kill people. It's not an easy or fun job. But hey, not everyone can like their jobs. I mean, do plumbers like fixing other people's backed-up toilets?

No, life is about pain and working through it. Anyone who tells you differently deserves a slap in the face.

It's been awhile since I last saw anyone from CofC. The last time I saw them was the flashback I just remembered. That was after my first semester of sophomore year. That semester they had instructed me to 'take out' aka KILL Mr. Joe Solomon. After a semester of cryptic pep talks and speeches, not to mention he is a close family friend to my parents, I just couldn't do it.

Not that I even could have if I'd tried, the man is amazing and one of the best spies I know! I kind of idle him.

It's summer, and I'm in an elevator with Macey and this annoying presidential-cantidate's son, Preston, headed for some press thing. In about a week I'll be starting my junior year at the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women.

We walked out of the elevator but there was nobody.

"Are you sure it's supposed to be here?" Macey asked Preston as a secret service agent talked into his cuff link.

I noticed doors leading to what looked like a terrace or balcony of some sort the same time Macey did.

"Maybe it's out here." Macey said as she strode towards the doors. She pushed them open and we all went outside to the hotel's rooftop. No one was there besides us.

"Let me see your schedule." Macey demanded to Preston.

"Um, I don't have it. My mom has my schedule." Preston answered sheepily and I started to get a nervous feeling in my stomach.

I saw a black dot in the horizon, and it was growing bigger and closer. It was a helicopter. Macey, Preston, and the secret service agent Charlie looked up to watch the helicopter.

It had grown close enough for me to realize something was up. I ran back to the doors and tried to pull them open to no use, they were locked from the inside.

The helicopter was practically straight above us as ropes were let down. A man, masked and wearing black, started repelling down and I noticed a woman wearing black also start repelling down. The woman had a ring on her finger and it caught my eye as the sun glinted off of it and temporarily blinded me. Macey and I looked at each other and back at the on-coming figures dressed in black.

I squinted at the ring and saw an emblem I recognized but couldn't place. The attackers touched the ground and they blocked and parried our punches expertly.

Shoot! Of all the times I forget to bring my gun, strangler, or even a barette! Hey, barrettes can be lethal when handled correctly and after you've been taught ways to kill people without even leaving a mark and/or drawing blood.

"Preston get out of here!" I yelled and helped him onto a service thing by the window ledge. I heard Macey scream in agony and looked back to see her doubled over in pain, her arm dangling in a weird position.

Macey came over to join my side and I heard the woman say, "Get her." And point at us.

I remembered the ring and where I had seen it last.

And I had no doubt who they were pointing to.

A/N: ok, I know my wording isn't the exact same as GG3 but I don't have my book with me. I lent it to a friend!!

Hope you like it and PLEASE review because it makes it all worth while!! (:

And the flashback was to show you Cammie had kind of moved on from the C of C… that she didn't 'work' for them anymore.

But trouble is coming…. DUNH DUNH DUNHHHH!!!!! How cliché. ;P