A/N : Sorry for the wait. I hope you like the second entry :) read and tell me what you think!

I don't want to sit here and reminisce.

Let's get that down in writing first.
I'm not doing this for my own good.
I don't want to relive any of this.

In fact, if it was my choice, I would burn this book.
I would destroy it all.
And, it wouldn't really matter if I did.
Everything is gone.
Every record.
Every entry. Every word. Every letter.
Everything that might have shortened the search.
Everything that might have saved Cammie and kept her alive.
Everything is gone because of them.

Unfortunately,
It's essential to track the information.
Vital, even.
And, it will always be that way.
No matter how much I want to sit here and pretend none of it happened.
But, it did happen.
The constant pain in my side is proof.
And, it'd be foolish to forget it.
It'd be foolish not to record it.
And, I'm not going to be a fool.

Not anymore.

So, I guess it all started with the words:
"All clear," shooting through my ear.

Joe Solomon's voice was stiff as he reported the state of the 4 different cameras dressing the corridor.

He was nervous.
He was afraid.
We all were.

And, while I slipped through the barren hallways, six stories underground
I couldn't help but feel that Joe Solomon would rather he be hiding in the shadows and clinging to the corners of the rough concrete walls rather than me.
He'd rather take on the circle alone, crippled and in a wheel chair.
He'd rather go in after Cammie with no back up despite the fact that he was still healing.
He was still burned.
He was still living in the shadow of the Tombs.

But, even if he was physically able to scale walls and slip through security grids like he could before the Circle had gotten to him, he still wouldn't be on the field.

Because, this was a job only I could do.
And, on any other day, that might sound cool.
But, a better way to explain what exactly my role was as I navigated through the last hallways undetected and came to the entrance of the heart of the underground headquarters, was with one simple word that only sounded easy.

"Bait."
Solomon verified,
"You're bait. From now on, you're on they're side. Can you do that for me?"
"Affirmative."

Before I continue, let's get this straight.
Me playing decoy was about the only plan we had.
It was the only plan we could have.
With the Circle, there were no blueprints to snag, no security spread sheets to study.
We had found this place out of chance.
After months of searching for something. Anything that the they might still be using.
And, my recent tour around the air vents was the only information we had on the layout of the headquarters. Everything else we knew was worthless. This was new game. New grounds.
New rules.
We didn't know who was here. We didn't know what was here.
And, the only thing we could really rely on was the sound of Cammie Morgan's scream.
She was there. I knew she was there.
And, if she was there…
We must be onto something good.

So, the only plan we had was of the following:
Send operatives in.
Get Cammie out.
Improvise.

And, the only cover we had was me.
As the boss's kid.
And, if you asked me, despite the fact that our team consisted of three of the greatest operatives that ever lived, we were relying on my other persona far too much.
But, it's not like we had a choice.

So, I was wandering around the enemy territory with practically no prior knowledge of my surroundings.
I was the key into organization we had been chasing after for months.
I was the cover.
I was bait.

And, as far as anybody knew, I was on their side.

But, "being bait" was easier said than done.
Considering how not too long ago, my current cover wasn't far from the truth.
And, in order for the whole "bait" situation to work…
I had to run into the right people at the right time.
Preferably the ones who didn't know I had been fighting for the wrong side during the tombs incident.

"Can you see anything from your current position?" Mrs. Morgan's voice asked in my ear from half way across the extensive maze of a structure waiting for her cue.

My eyes peaked around the corner.
And, that's when I saw her.
She was bound. She was bruised. Her dirty blonde hair was bloody.
Her fair face had swelled with a violet color.
But, her body moved with a steady breath.
And, Cammie Morgan was still alive.

"She's here." I whispered, turning away immediately.
I probably looked at her for less than 3 seconds.
But, the image of her broken body lying awkwardly in the dirt was one I knew would never leave me.

"She's there? Inside the central cavity?"
"Affirmative." I repeated.
"Is she alone?" Solomon inquired. And, I almost answered with confidence.
As if this was actually going to work.

"Af-"

Footsteps.
Heavy footsteps echoed through the arena through the door to my right.
There was the sound of an impact, a foot hitting a body, and a resulting cry.

"What was that?"

But, Mrs. Morgan knew exactly what had traveled through the coms unit..
She knew that the current operation had just taken a turn for the worst.
With one single cry from her broken daughter.
And, the sound of footsteps.
Different footsteps this time.
Footsteps that click, and demand attention, making their presence known.
Footsteps I was far too familiar with.

With the sound of those steps, I knew exactly what was to happen next.
I knew that we were way in over our heads.
Yet, there was no room for failure.
And, that's when I did something I absolutely knew was the last thing I should do.
But, considering the circumstance, it might have been the last thing I woulddo.

That's when I panicked.

"You have to get her out of here." I demanded.
"That's what we're gonna try-"
"No, Solomon. You get Cammie out of here."

It was safe to say I had lost all wits.
And, the tone in Joe Solomon's voice as he attempted to help me regain them told me that he knew what was going on better than anyone.
This wasn't going to go off without a hitch. We had gambled with danger, and we lost.

My mom would see right through me. She knew I wasn't on her side.
She saw me try to kill her only chances of succeeding.
There was no fooling her. And, if I couldn't fool her. We had no cover.
We were trapped.
And, despite the odds against us.
I had to make sure at least one fragment of the mission was completed.

"Zach, this is no time to-"
"Promise me." I gritted my teeth, felt a camera above twitch with rotation,
and listened to my mother's voice start spewing orders to her company not 20 feet away from my location.

"Promise me. You get her out. No matter what happens."

"We're going to get you both out. Stay calm-"
Abigail Cameron tried me, reading my mind from no less than a mile away.

But, life doesn't always pan out for the better, for the best.
And, while I stood only a step away from mission completion, the same distant I was away from mission failure, I knew that what we had found after four months of searching wasn't going to be what we bargained for. There was no way we were all going to live through this.
But, if I could help it. Even if it was with something as fragile as a simple promise.
She would.

"Promise me."

And, with those words, a heavy moment of silence passed between us for the last time that night.

"I promise." Solomon confirmed gravely, "We'll get her out."

And, with those words the struggle began.

I stepped out of my shadow, and right in the way of the security camera above.
An identification scan beeped with completion.
An alarm sounded.
And, before I knew it, I was twisted into a hostage position by two strong forces, neither of which I countered, and a bag of fabric was thrown across and pulled tightly against my face, turning the world to darkness.
The forces twisted me easily, but before we could get a step away from the main entrance of the central cavity, a voice called out.

Right on cue.

"Wait." She said.
"Bring him to me."