Cammie's POV
She needed to rest. If she kept going she'd collapse. The circle was relentless. She hadn't had a break since… well it would be better if she didn't think about that. No matter what her disguise, no matter what her name, they still found her. It was like they knew her. She could barely stay a step ahead.
San Francisco was the perfect place to hide. They'd never find her here. Cammie turned the corner. A goodwill clothes donation box was standing there. She really needed some new clothes. She'd be easier to spot if she was dirty and wearing the same clothes she had worn the past few days.
Cammie dug through the box. She pulled out jeans and a black t-shirt. Maybe not the best of disguises, but over the past few weeks she had learned not to be picky.
She stripped down right there next the box and put on her 'new' clothes.
Now for some food and some rest. The food shouldn't be much of a problem. It was the rest that worried her. If only she had a partner. Some to guard her back, but she had already decided to leave her friends out of this mess.
When Cammie walked out of that ally no one would have recognized her, not even Zach. Oh god she missed him. Maybe she should have invited him. Not only was he good arm candy, but a great spy. Back to her appearance. She had stuffed her hair up into a short platinum blonde wig. She was wearing siren red lipstick and huge square sunglasses to hide her eyes.
She walked until she found a small café. Inside she ordered a sandwich and coke. Unfortunately the service was slow. She was there for almost a half an hour before she got her sandwich. Just as she was about to dig in the door chimed. The hairs on the back of Cammie's neck stood on end. Danger! her spy senses were practically screaming. She didn't bother to escape. She had heard people come in the back room making sure she didn't escape. She was surrounded. There was no way she would make it.
She was still eating her sandwich. It was pretty good…for a last meal. She sup as till didn't look they all gathered around her. Hopefully they wouldn't cause a scene. The last thing Cammie wanted to do was involve some poor citizens.
A strangely familiar voice said, "Can we join you?"