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Chapter 2

Cammie POV

"Cammie!" Liz squealed as soon as she heard the news. "That's amazing! I can't believe they came to recruit you!"

I half-laughed. "Not really, Lizzie. They just want me for one mission. And only because not many people know me. I'm anonymous. Many people know the Chameleon, but not me."

Bex squeezed my shoulders. "In any case, they chose you. You should be proud."

I rolled my eyes. "So I guess you're in favor of me going?"

Macey stared at me like I'd just sprouted gills and webbed hands. "Cammie, you can't not go. It's too big of a deal! Go call them right now and tell them. I'm going to start helping you pack."

With an apprehensive sigh, I left the room to follow her command.

The helicopter was deafening. Its rotors began to slow as it lowered gradually onto the Gallagher Academy roof.

I had helped with plenty of missions before: with the Baxters in Bali (the one with the mouse and the torch), with my own parents in Slovakia (the one with the bowling ball and the paper bag), and even with Mr. Solomon in Cairo (the one with the creepy pyramid). Yet, I had never felt so anxious before in my life. I wasn't merely helping the action anymore. I was the action.

With a gentle thud, the helicopter landed on the roof, but the rotors still turned lazily. Agents James and Peters jumped out and grabbed my bags from my hands.

"Ready?" James asked with a nudge.

I nodded. "Sure. As much as I'll ever be, anyway."

I climbed into the helicopter ahead of the two men and was met with a pair of startling green eyes.

"Whoa," I muttered, taken by surprise.

The next thing I noticed on his face was his mouth, set into a smirk, like in the five seconds I'd known him, he already knew more about me than I knew about him.

"Sorry," I mumbled. "I didn't expect anyone else to be in here. Yet," I added hastily, trying not to sound completely ignorant.

He looked like he was trying to stifle a laugh. "It's all good." He stuck his hand out at me. "My name's Zach."

I shook it hesitantly. "Cammie."

I settled into the seat across from him but the aisle was too narrow, so our knees brushed together. I jerked back and tried to sit as far back in the seat as I could.

"So…" I said, trying to fill the silence.

Zach's smirk came back. "You look uncomfortable, Gallagher Girl. Are you always like this?"

I looked at him. "Like what, exactly?"

"Well…I don't know. Awkward?"

"I am not awkward! This is just an awkward situation, that's all," I cried indignantly.

"On the contrary," Zach laughed. "I think this is the most fun I've had in ages."

"Hmph," I observed.

I was saved by Agents James and Peters reentering the helicopter. They took one look at us and shrugged. "I assume you've introduced yourselves by now?" Zach nodded, so he continued. "Good. We have a two hour ride ahead of us to Chicago, so plan to get comfortable."

Zach smirked again at that, and bobbed his chin at my tense position.

"Reconsidering?" he joked.

I just huffed and looked out the window. He just grinned. The two men looked between the two of us, wondering what happened, but didn't press it. Instead, Agent Peters just handed both of us another manila folder.

I opened it slowly and looked at the information inside. It was our covers.

Operative: Cameron Morgan (still in training)
Cover: Charlotte Astor, 16 year old girl
Blond hair, blue eyes
At Navy Pier for a date night with Riley Brooks (Operative Goode)
Likes: Music, churros, sailing
"Riley's" likes: video games, ice cream

Almost immediately, I was thinking "Blegh", and I guess it must have showed on my face because Zach said, "Oh come on, I'm not that bad-looking. I think you can survive one night with me."

And I had to agree with him. He wasn't bad looking at all. In fact, I would even call his eyes stunning. And the rest of him…well…not bad. Not bad at all.

"No, the churros part. I can't stand churros," I responded.

He looked at me incredulously. "How can you not like churros? That like…" He looked into space, grasping for the right simile. "That's like not liking puppies."

I shrugged.

"Oh well. At least it wasn't me you were protesting."

I closed my head and leaned back against the rest. "Yeah, not too thrilled about that, either. I'm not sure you're my type. Tall, dark, and handsome can be totally overrated."

"Stop, you're going to give me a complex," he said, but I could hear the laughter in his voice. After a moment, he added. "So, you think I'm handsome?"

My cheeks flamed and I didn't answer. I could almost feel his smile burning through my eyelids. Jerk.

"Gallagher Girl, get up," I heard.

It felt like a moment later, and I realized I had fallen asleep. My eyes snapped open and I smoothed my hair in an attempt to calm the inevitable bumps. I eventually gave up and just threw it into a ponytail as I hopped out of the helicopter.

We were standing on a quiet part of the tarmac at the Chicago O'Hare airport. Agent James handed me my duffel bag and I hiked it over my shoulder. The wind was vicious, blowing hard all at once and then dying down for thirty seconds or so.

"Let's go," Agent James said roughly, herding Zach and me over to a nearby taxi. "Before someone sees us. We have someone in the control tower, and he's the only one that can know we're here."

As soon as he said that, the helicopter pilot started the rotors again and lifted off. I was stuffed into the small taxi alongside Zach, who looked at me like he was amused.

"What?" I snapped.

"Nothing," he answered vaguely. "So you ready for our date tonight?" I didn't answer, and he just laughed. "Wear something nice."

I bit my lip. Macey totally had me covered on that account. I had convinced her to pack mostly practical clothes, but Macey, being Macey, had also slipped in a few fancy garments just in case.

The car began to move, and I stayed silent as we left the airport and drove into Chicago. I'd never seen the city before and was excited. Skyscrapers raised the skyline of the city. It was only ten in the morning, but the city was already alive with traffic and pedestrians criss-crossing and traveling every which way. If I hadn't been trained as a spy, it might've been overwhelming, coming from a little town like Roseville.

"Penny for your thoughts." Zach nudged me.

"I wish you'd be quiet."

"That wouldn't be fun. In fact, that'd be pretty boring. I bring the life to the party."

"I also wish you would be less conceited."

"Who said I was being conceited? I just have a lot to add to the world."

"You add a lot of noise," I offered.

"Aw, come on, don't be like that. I don't mean to be rude. You're just hard to crack." He looked at me for a minute. "Hungry?" He offered me a bag of candy.

"No, but thanks," I replied.

"The hotel," Agent Peters interrupted. "Go inside and freshen up. Just go inside. The concierge will give you your key cards, no questions asked as soon as you tell them your name. You two should have separate but adjoining rooms." He smiled at us. "We'll meet you back out here at one thirty, okay?"

I nodded and grabbed my stuff. Five hours to myself. Perfect.

If Macey were here, she would totally be using every single minute to get me ready for my "date." But she wasn't, so the very first thing I did when I got into my room was dump my stuff on the floor and leave again. I had some important work to do.