Covert Operations Report
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Chapter Three:
Zachary Goode
Day 7-
I'm having nightmares. There all about Cammie. She's running from me, towards the waterfall, and I'm struggling to keep up with her. I'm calling for her, reaching out a hand, trying to grab her and bring her back to safety. I almost catch her hands. But she's already falling out of my grasp.
Day 8-
I've forgotten how good she is. I mean, she's known as the Chameleon for Christ's sake. How could I have forgotten? But when I look at her I don't see a Gallagher Girl, I see just Cammie. Beautiful Cammie. Sexy Cammie. My Cammie. Not that I'd ever let her know how I feel. I don't see the daughter of two of the greatest spies in the world, or the niece of an agent who is legendary. I don't see her as the star student of one of the most unknown but prestigious schools in history. I don't see the girl who can single handedly knocked out fifteen fully grown men at once (even I struggled that day in P&E). I see my Cammie. And I want her back where I can see her, face-to-face.
Day 9-
I'm driving along the highway 100, speeding, trying to make up for lost time (damn flat tire). That's when I see a familiar car, a familiar license plate. I slow down, silently praying that she doesn't pull a gun on me.
It's getting late and I wonder if she ditched the car and took off under the cover of night. I walk closer to the door. I see her with tears on her cheeks, sleeping curled up in a ball in the passenger seat. I look up, glad that there are no other cars on the highway. It hurts me to know that's she hurting. But I'm happy too. Because I've found her. Safe.
Cameron Morgan
Day 7-
I've never been in so much pain before. Well I mean I have, just not from PMS, or whatever this is. I'm taking pain killers like candy. My stomach hurts, my head hurts, and even my hair hurts. It's like someone has a vice-grip on every part of my body. I'm dying for a real bed. And a hot bath. A massage.
God, it hurts so badly. But I need to focus on putting distance between me and Zach. And everybody. Only 500 more miles to go, in out of states, to tourist attractions, back towards home for a mile or five, then off west before heading back north. I have to act like a lost tourist. I have to do something, so untypically me. Hopefully no one is following me.
Day 8-
I still don't have a tail, thank god. I don't know if I could handle one right now.
I've almost given up hope. I haven't had a conversation with someone without lying in eight days. I've never been so lonely. I want the answers but I'm afraid I'm going to go insane. I still don't feel good. Now I understand why being a girl spy is twenty times harder than a guy spy. I need to lose the car soon. I've had it for four days and it's almost out of gas (for the third time). I'm amazed I've made it this far and still have $200 left.
Day 9- There's someone outside my window. Staring at me. I flex my trigger finger, and open my eyes. It's Zach. What the hell is he doing here?
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[; yours, Megan