So this was meant to stay a one-shot but I got a few requests asking for more and I got a few favourite story and story alerts for this FanFic so I decided to wrote more. I'm going with something we all want to know…. how Zach sneaks out of Blackthorne. I re-read Cross My Heart and Hope to Spy and Only the Good Spy Young to find out what Zach says about Blackthorne and I was curious to how he gets out.

So this is pretty much Part 2 of Blackthorne's Senior Assignment.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Chris.

See you soon Zach

-Chameleon

The crumpled note sat in the palm of my hand as I sat in the Blackthorne Mess Hall. The food here tastes like cardboard (not that I know what cardboard tastes like) yet Grant seems to eat three times what any normal person would eat.

"Grant I know we just had drills, but really, you can't eat five pieces of pie, and you know that."

Grant shoved his fork, piled with pie, into his mouth and mumbled something like, "Watch me." Instead of coming out like normal words some pie fell out of his mouth and back onto his plate.

"I'd rather not watch." I stood up, pushing the chair back, scrunched the Cammie's note back into my pocket and trudged out of the mess hall, head down. I could feel the cameras moving to follow me as I moved past the crowds of teenage boys trying to cram as much food into their mouths as possible before another gruelling round of night drills or Cove Ops exercises.

Stepping out into the cool evening air I saw that the searchlights had started circling the fields. I timed the lights, waiting for the brief 5 second window that allows me to sneak out unnoticed.

3…2…1…. Go.

I sprinted across the dirt and rolled into the bushes near the firing range. The lights kept circling the grounds, the guards in the towers were oblivious to the fact that one of their inmates was escaping.

The lights were only to first step of getting out of Blackthorne, next up was the guard dog patrols and German shepherds aren't very friendly when the sun goes down.

I moved as quickly as I could while trying to keep quiet. Needless to say once I could hear the distant roar of rushing water I knew I was safe from the hounds. For now.

I had only faced the obstacles that the Blackthorne Alumni had put in but now I had to face Mother Nature.

I've never kept count long enough to know how long it takes to get out (or in) to Blackthorne (by the unofficial route) but I know that when the you can hear water, you are only just halfway there.

Crossing a river is not something you learn at Blackthorne, neither is swimming across one but yet one of the many obstacles we face on night drills is crossing a river on ropes. Two ropes were tied from one side of the bank to the other. One was only a few centimetres above the ground and the other 2 metres above the other, both of them running parallel to each other. I began shuffling along the rope, a painfully slow process and I could only hope that no patrols though to come round this way tonight. The only sound I could hear was the rushing of the water underneath me but there was something else in the distance. I listened carefully, the sound wasn't rhythmic, and it sounded angry like a dog barking.

A dog.

I cursed in Farsi before hurrying across the ropes. One of the dogs had picked up my scent and more guards would soon be here. The barking got louder as I ducked behind a bush. The roaring of the water drowned the sounds of barking to a muffled whine so I knew that they hadn't cross the river. I sprinted through the thick forests that separated Blackthorne's natural defences from the perimeter wall. I know where the cameras are on one particular path so I try to stick to a familiar path.

The perimeter wall is patrolled 24/7 with barbed wire lining the top and guards posted every 200 metres and lights searching continuously, don't worry the guards are under orders not to open fire. The wall was always hard, I had to be careful when jumping over the barbed wire before I scrambled down the other side of the wall.

Sticking to the shadows I raced away from the wall and down the gravel road towards the small town not far from Blackthorne.

Of course I can't tell you the name of the town because then I would give away the position of Blackthorne, and that's classified. The only information I can give you about where Blackthorne is is that it's a ten hour drive (not stopping except for essentials) away from the Gallagher Academy, in Roseville, Virginia.

The town is only a 20 minute jog away from Blackthorne. By the time I got there I had hardly broken a sweat. Streetlights placed at regular intervals shone bright light onto the road, although I doubt they light the road for much traffic, small bugs were buzzing around the bulb, attracted to the bright light. The only places open were the petrol station and the 24 hour McDonald's.

I pulled the jacket I had hidden in some bushes out and threw it over my shoulders, covering what I could of the bright orange jumpsuit. I had managed to scavenge enough change to pay for the jacket from the op shop. Walking up the main street, past dark shop windows and locked doors I reached the McDonald's. The lights were on inside and a very tired looking attendant stood behind the counter staring at something in the corner. I pushed the door and stepped into the warm building. The attendant only flicked his eyes towards me once, probably to check I'm not some axe wielding maniac who is going to murder them and steal all the Happy Meal toys, and then he turned his attention back to the corner. I followed his line of sight and seen the person sitting in the booth in the corner of the restaurant, they looked oddly familiar. The only question I could ask myself was why was a Gallagher Girl, my Gallagher Girl, so far away from home?

I slid into the booth were Cammie was sitting; she had both her hands wrapped around a Styrofoam cup of coffee with a yellow M on the front of the cup. She didn't look up as I sat opposite her. I leaned in close and said, "You're a long way from home Gallagher Girl."

"My name is Cammie." She stated.

"Why aren't you at Gallagher?" I asked.

"I could ask why you aren't at Blackthorne."

"I asked you first." I smirked.

Cammie picked up the cup and sipped at her coffee. "I'm on a little vacation. Now, your turn."

"Snuck out" I shrugged, "you would know all about that though."

Cammie smiled and put her cup back on the table. She put her elbows on the table and leaned in close to me before asking in a hushed voice, "So what was that Cove Ops drill about then? If you weren't a spy and my sort of boyfriend I would have called you a stalker."

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and glanced out the window, looking for any unwanted civilians. "Blackthorne is not a very nice place Gallagher Girl. I wouldn't recommend staying the night in my school."

"So that's why your not there then." She stated. "But I never did seem to be able to get a straight answer out of you. Why was I kidnapped by a Blackthorne boy who smelled like alcohol?"

"Would you believe me if I said it was because he was jealous that you are my girlfriend?" Cammie just glared at me. "Didn't think so. That's classified Cammie, our classes aren't the same as Gallagher's."

The attendant behind the cash register was still staring at us. "Come on; let's go for a walk, that guy's staring." We slid out of the booth and walked towards the door. I slid my arm around Cammie's waist, she didn't object to it being there, and smirked at the attendant.

To no surprise it was still cold outside. We walked along the main street and into the park, not saying anything. We sat on the park bench and looked around us. There weren't very many lights in the park but I could see that there was someone by one of the big trees. I got up to investigate who it was. To my surprise it was someone I had not expected to see outside of Blackthorne. Chris was lying unconscious, his back up against a tree and his hand clenched around a bottle of vodka. There were leaves caught in his hair and his clothes were ruffled. He looked as if he was too drunk to walk straight. I couldn't leave him out here. Who knew what he would say about Blackthorne while intoxicated.

"Come on Chris; let's get you back to Blackthorne."

Chris slumped his head from one shoulder to another. "Goode, what are you doing here? Want a drink?" His speech was slurred as he stumbled to get to his feet, only to fall flat on his face. I put one arm under Chris's shoulders and pulled him to his feet. He leant on me and lifted his head up enough to look at Cammie.

"Hey Zachary it's your pretty girlfriend. Come here babe and give us a kiss." I pulled my arm out from Chris's shoulders and let him fall back to the ground; he dropped the bottle of vodka. I swiftly landed a kick to his stomach. He curled up in a ball and appeared motionless. I stepped over him, seized the bottle of vodka and emptied the remainder of the white liquid on the grass.

"Don't say one word to Cammie, or I'll make sure the guards find you." I threatened .

"Zach you didn't need to kick him." Cammie uttered.

"It'll sober him up enough so that he can walk two steps without falling over."

Between Cammie and me we managed to drag Chris towards Blackthorne. The attendant in McDonald's was mopping the floors and the man at the petrol station looked as if he was asleep against the bench. It took us over an hour to get to Blackthorne. I could see the top of the guard towers as we made our way through the trees. Cammie let go of Chris and took a step back.

"Zach I can't go any further. I can't get caught."

I'm sure Cammie seen the disappointment spread across my face. I dropped Chris and kissed Cammie. At first she was tense but then she relaxed. She broke the kiss after 2 minutes and 47 seconds.

She sighed and said, "He's drooling."

Sure enough Chris was lying with his mouth wide open and a small pool of drool just below his chin.

"Good luck with him Zach."

I somehow had to sneak back into Blackthorne. I heaved Chris to his feet and looked around for Cammie. She wasn't there. Where she had been was a note.

I love you Blackthorne Boy

-Chameleon