AN: I had been taking a short leave from Fanfiction, I am not even sure if I am really back yet, but just know I am trying you guys. Sorry for the wait, but things have been out of control. High school is killing me for some reason, and field hockey was occupying my life. On top of that I've had many family things going on. Everyone is dying now a day, and family always comes first. I also had a friend who tried to kill herself and that took up a lot of my time too! Hopefully I will be able to update more.

Life doesn't hurt until you think about
how much things have changed, who
you've lost along the way, and about
how much was your fault

~anonymous

Chapter 2

Joe Solomon's POV

I had been driving for thirteen hours. There were many things wrong with this picture. The first one being I had been in the same car for thirteen hours. The second one being I had spent seven hours in traffic. The third being I had orders not to rush meaning I had to be normal meaning I wasn't allowed to drive faster than seventy.

"Explain to me why we're doing this again," Zach Goode groaned "The guy tried to kill you remember,"

"You wouldn't understand," I told him, knowing he knew he would get no information no matter how much he pissed me off.

Zachary Goode was seventeen, I knew him my whole life. He had a screwed up life, he was trained to be an assassin and was without a doubt the next legend. If he did to America what he did to me we would be screwed. There is no way you'd want to lead an army of Zachary Goode's but you always want him there for you when you have no hope.

"So this is completely pointless in other words," He said leaning back in the seat.

"Zach, when you become a big boy you can make your own decisions, but for now shut the hell up," I told him never taking my eyes off the road.

I had known Mathew Morgan my whole life. We went to school together, he had been the cool kid, and I been his sidekick. We had both ended up at Blackthorne, and during the famous Gallagher-Blackthorne exchange both of us had fallen for the same girl. Rachel Cameron.

She had us spellbound, but Matthew was determined to have her. He had her breaking the school rules to sneak out and see him. They would sneak off, and he could not keep his hands off her. It was truly disgusting; he had no respect for her. And the worst part was the she hadn't cared, she liked it.

Everything went downhill from there. Rachel fell in love with Matthew, and all I could do was watch. I was convinced I would never move on until her sister came into the picture, Abigail Cameron.

Rachel and Matthew had been the "it couple," both at the top of the class. But Blackthorne was much different then Gallagher. Blackthorne trained you to kill, Gallagher trained you how to become a spy. Matthew had made other alliances, and got into the "wrong" crowd. Within two years he was part of the Circle, the deadliest organization in the world.

Rachel was heartbroken, but was "too in love" to do anything. But what he didn't know was that she was working against the Circle. She had procession of a single flash drive, photos, and a ring and a necklace that could destroy the Circle, and make the whole government collapse.

Three years later they got married, a year later they had their first kid. Things got ugly fast. Matthew was possessive and controlling. She had been convinced it was because he cared, even though he was a monster, he had treated her better than anyone else.

Neither of them were ever home, and when they were they were fighting. Abby tried to get Rachel to leave, but she never could. Seven years later she had a boy. Then Matthew found out about Rachel, and then she was gone. Dead.

I hadn't seen Abby since, I never met their two children, I had only seen pictures and heard about them. The girl, Cammie, was just like her mother, the boy had just been born so I knew nothing about him.

All I knew was that over time Rachel had been training Cameron so that one day she could take her spot.

Finally, we had reached it. I turned down a wounding road that leads into the woods. Soon the gates came into view; machine guns were pointed at the car. I showed them my badge and did a blood test and I was cleared.

"I'm pretty sure I could have driven faster than you," Zach said getting out of the car and stretching.

I ignored him, and locked the car walking into one of the CIA's top under cover facilities. After going through the orders I had reached my destination. I already knew why I was here, that was the easy part. The hard part was going to be Cameron Morgan.

"So why did I have to come?" Zach questioned matching his pace with mine.

"Director's orders," I told him.

Once we were in the waiting room, I gave him my best glare.

"Sit and stay," I told him, I felt like a parent, and Joe Solomon does not do parenting.

"Woof," He said sarcastically.

"Joe Solomon," I looked up to see Dr. Rick Smoot, he reached out his hand and I shook it.

"How is it going?" I asked running a hand through my hair.

"Not too well," He started; I nodded my head to tell him to continue.

Rick Smoot's POV

I watched the boy die, he was nine, he hadn't even started living. Part of my heart went out to the two children I got today. Never before had I had to fix up children before.

The bullet had gone straight through the boy's heart. He was to thin, but other than that he was fine. The girl was a whole other story. Her rib cage was cracked, she had a punctured lung, a concussion, I had to give her over a hundred stitches, and her left wrist was broken, she had a shattered elbow, and her body was severely bruised.

She had a black eye and a huge welt on the side of her face. A bullet had grazed her left shoulder, but other than that she was alive. The father had been smart; he had avoided hitting most areas that were in eye view.

As I was telling this to Joe Solomon his face stayed the same, no emotion. I honestly didn't know how he did it. No emotion, ever. He listened and seemed to know everything. When he finally spoke, I just smiled and nodded my head.

"I want to see the girl,"

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DEDICATED TO: Hammsters