Chapter 1

The Beginning

~Age 5~

The sound of gunshots, yelling, and things breaking startled me awake. Footsteps were pounding up the stairs and I didn't know what to do. Quickly I scrambled out of bed and grabbed my German shepherd named Striker.

There was an air vent above my bed so I got into it easily because my bed's a bunk bed. Striker and I went inside and watched as a man dressed in black came into my room.

I didn't want to know what the man wanted so I took Striker under one arm and crawled deeper into the vents. The slide part that leads down stairs was right in front of me when I heard a man's voice.

"Sir she's gone!" one man said

"What do you mean she's gone? She can't be?" another man's voice said "Where is the girl Mathew?"

"I don't know!" Daddy yelled and then another gunshot was fired, making Striker whimper. He's just a little puppy.

"Shh Striker don't make any noise." I told him and he quieted down. We slide down the slide vent and got to the bottom. I looked through one of the vents to Daddy's study room and saw him tied to a chair looking bloody and bruised.

Cinnamon was in the corner cowering silently and unnoticed. Cinnamon is a silver and white husky with one eye blue, one eye hazel.

A big buff man held a gun up pointing straight at Daddy's head. I opened the vent and was about to jump on him because he was right under the vent I was in but it was too late. He pulled the trigger.

I didn't scream. Didn't cry. That moment all my emotions washed away leaving nothing. Nothing at all.

My small body crashed into the big buff man's head and I pulled him into a head lock after taking his gun. He was so surprised that it was easy to knock him out with one hit of the back of the metal gin.

Striker ran over to Cinnamon and more gunshots filled the room. I managed to dodge all of them except one. It sliced into my shoulder but I didn't even flinch.

I came out from behind the desk and shot all five guys straight in the head. Rushing over to Daddy, I looked at him but he was long gone.

Gently I undid his bonds and place his dead body on the floor. We lived in the middle of nowhere so that didn't help and my mom's gone. She left us when I was two.

The man who shot Daddy started to stir so I hit him in the head with the back of the gun again and tied him to the chair. After I was done I slapped him and he woke up startled.

"Who are you and what do you want with me?" I asked through clenched teeth but the man smirked at me and I noticed his emerald green eyes.

"You have information that we want, that only you know." The man answered "Oh and I'm Jared, Jared Goode. I'm part of the COC also known as Circle of Cavan." I laughed but it was cold and emotionless
"Thanks, now that I know that I'm going to kill you since you killed my Daddy." I told him while his gun out and pointed it at him with a masked face like Daddy taught me.

Daddy taught me how to fight (even the forbidden and illegal ones), how to shoot a gun, how to run 5 miles without breaking a sweat, how to blend in with my surroundings, how to put on a masked face, how to hold my breath for 10 minutes and 24 seconds, how to drive, how to hack into any system in the world, how to pick any lock, how to get out of a bond or hand cuffs, 45,456 ways to kill a person with any tool in the world, how to talk in 20 different languages, how to carry 24 bricks on your back while sprinting, and how to survive a whole month with no food or water.

"You won't kill me, you're only five." Mr. Goode smirked and I sent back an evil grin

"Watch me." I pulled the trigger and he was dead. Later on that night I had piled up all the dead except for Daddy's in his study room and put Daddy on his bed.

When I was packing to leave the phone rang. I picked it up.

"Hello." I said

"Cammie? Oh god! Are you okay? Where's your dad?" Daddy's best friend Joe Solomon sounded frantic

"I'm fine. Daddy's dead." Was my answer

"Oh Cammie, I'm so sorry. Stay put we're coming to get you."

"It's okay I don't need you to."

"Cammie please-" I cut him off

"Goodbye Joe." I hung up on him and slung my bag of clothes, dog food, guns, knives, and other stuff I'll need.

"Striker Cinnamon! Come on let's go!" I yelled and the two puppies in love came

Daddy always told me that if he dies when I'm still young to run to Gallagher Academy in Roseville Virginia and never look back. He also told me all about the COC and all this top secret stuff that I am never EVER supposed to tell anyone.

I grabbed the trillions of dollars and Daddy's credit card and left with Striker and Cinnamon by my sides and never looked back. We live in Boise Idaho and Virginia is all the way on the other side of the USA. These are gonna be long years while trying to get to Roseville and avoid the COC.

Daddy taught me a lot, I think I'll live and get my chameleon on! While training Striker and Cinnamon...