Cammie's POV

Catherine left me to sleep in the "Torture Room", as I had decided to name it. I knew someone would rescue me soon.

Zach's POV

The door to my room had been thrust open, and Grant was standing in front.

"He found it. Jonas found the coordinates."

We ran to Sublevel 3, where Jonas had been doing his research. Bex, Liz, and Macey were already there, clustered around the laptop. "0.62323562 latitude, 32.23234 longitude," said Jonas.

I had a bag in my room. It was filled with clothes and other necessities. Hey, if your mother is one of the most wanted people in all of espionage and you are her son, you need to be able to run away- and fast. I grabbed it and rushed to Headmistress' office for permission to leave.

"Ms. Mor- Mrs. Solomon. Jonas found her coordinates and I'd like your permission to leave."

"He found the coordinates?"

"Yes, he did. Headmistress I need to find her."

She smiled almost sadly and nodded. I exhaled and she laughed slightly. Before I left, she placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Zach... Cammie loves you so much. And I trust that you won't hurt her. Please, stay safe and bring her back safe as well."

Cammie loves me?

"Yes, Headmistress."

And with that I left.

Cammie's POV

Someone nudged me in my sleep. "Zach..." I mumbled, then realized that he wasn't there. A hooded figure was crouched in front of me, untying the binds around my arms and feet. I opened my mouth to yell, but the person was fast and covered my mouth.

"I'm here to rescue you," the male voice whispered.

I stopped my squirming and found myself released. I attempted to stand, but my legs were too weak. I fell into the outstretched arms of the man and he carried me out of the building bridal style. There was a black van waiting outside the secluded building and he opened the door, placing me in carefully and buckling me up before sidling in next to me.

"Who are you?" I asked, but the person did not answer, nor did the person take off their mask. The driver of the van kept on circling around to make sure there were no tails, not that there ever was. The ride finally ended in front of a small shack that seemed outside of any city parameters. The man got out and lifted me again, carrying me to the shack while the driver of the van drove away. He propped me up against the wall and pulled out a key, unlocking the door and carrying me inside.

The layout of the shack was quite simple, a small kitchen, a small dining table, a living room and two bedrooms. He carefully set me down on the couch in the living room and walked to the kitchen, completely stocked with enough food to last for years. He opened a small can of soup and heated it up, then placed it in a bowl and gave it to me.

"Who are you?" I tried again, and this time he sat down next to me. He turned my head to force me to look into his eyes, and slowly he pulled off his mask.

"Don't you remember me?"

Cliffy. Who do you think I should have that person be? Any ideas you have for me? And characters you want me to write in their POVs? Review please!