Chapter 4: Where answers begin

Cammie

"Harder." She demanded. I panted as I threw another punch, only to have it deflected by my partner.

"Faster." I felt a bead of sweat drip down my forehead, but I made no move to wipe it away.

"Watch your stance." I shifted my right foot over more and leant more weight on my left leg. As my partner came towards me I lifted my right leg and aimed a roundhouse kick to the side of his head. As I thrust my hips into the kick and spun around, landing a back kick in his stomach. He took a few steps back and foolishly tripped over his own feet.

"Lucky shot." Catherine nodded. She didn't seem impressed, in fact she seemed bored, like she was watching an episode of Gossip Girl that she had seen so many times she could quote it by heart. "You're favouring kicks and blocks. Practise more close up combat."

"I'm not here to train." I puffed, showing my annoyance at being instructed at what to do. Despite being in a gym with mats laid out for sparring and punching bags hanging off chains I wasn't here to fight with fists. "I'm here for answers. I kept my end of the deal, it is time you kept yours."

"All in good time Cammie." Her gaze turned to the man I was sparring with. He was easily double my weight, but I was only a few inches shorter than him. Tattoos snaked up his left arm, a large scar from what looked like a burn decorated his right palm. His lower centre of gravity made him hard to throw but more of an open target to quick attacks, as his size slowed him down. "Again." Catherine commanded.

I puffed but turned around, bringing my hands up in fists in front of my chest, shifting my weight to the balls of my feet and tucking my elbows towards my sides ready to block punches.

PRO's and CON's of staying in a Top Secret Circle of Cavan base: A List made by Cameron Ann Morgan

PRO: One thing about not being a prisoner in a top secret Circle of Cavan base is that you get to walk around without worrying that the next time you turn a corner that you will be shoved into a tiny cell with no light.

CON: You technically can't leave the building anyway.

PRO: You get to know the layout, the escape routes, how many steps (on average) it takes for you to reach your room to the cafeteria.

CON: The food is nowhere near as good as Gallagher's.

PRO: No one asks you to borrow lip gloss or you Culture and Assimilation notes (the majority of people roaming these halls are male).

CON: The people usually asking for makeup and notes are you best friends-slash-roommates, who you haven't had contact with in 3 weeks, 4 days, 17 hours, 53 minutes and 23..24…25 seconds.

"Morgan." Growled a male voice from the doorway. "Goode wants to see you in her office, 5 minutes."

I swung my legs off my bed and padded down the hall towards Catherine's office. The drab grey t-shirt and pants I had been given to wear really made me miss the familiarity of my Gallagher uniform, I never thought I would miss a government approved knee high plaid skirt and button up blouse.

Catherine was bent over a filing cabinet when I entered her office. As far as offices go it was as plain and boring as a cardboard box. My mum's office at Gallagher has pictures of us on her desk, a bookshelf full of every spy-in-training's novel you could ever want and a comfy leather couch. Catherine's office was literally four plain white walls and a desk with one chair on each side of it.

She didn't look up to acknowledge me as she said, "Sit down Cameron." I made myself as comfortable as I could get in a steel chair (which trust me is not very comfortable). I tried to read her body language, but she was giving nothing away. She pulled a file out from the filing cabinet then closed it. She slapped the file in front of me and I peered forward to read what it was labelled. The name Joseph Solomon was typed in neat letters.

"It isn't Mr Solomon I'm interested in." I stated, looking up at Catherine who had taken her seat on the other side of the desk. Of course I was interested in my Cove Ops teacher, who wouldn't be? All spies have their secrets.

"You said you wanted answers. This is where you begin. This file does not leave this room, do I make myself clear?"

I made no eye contact with her but mumbled, "You're not my mother." It was barely audible but of course she heard me.

"True, but around here I make the rules, and you would be wise to follow them." She strutted out of the office.

If there was one thing about being a spy that I was almost constantly reminded of is that our business is rules optional.

I snatched up the file and raced over to the filing cabinet. Naturally it was locked. But naturally I'm a Gallagher Girl, and I've broken into more than filing cabinets before (there is a reason Bex and I aren't allowed near the hall of history with skewers and blu-tack). Using a bobby pin it didn't take me long to get the cabinet open. The files were arranged in alphabetical order with names like LONG, Kieran and FULLMORE, Jessica before the name I was looking for.

MARTIN, Henry
MCKILLOP, Alice
MILLER, Kathryn
MORSON, Samuel

WAIT! Morgan was supposed to be between Miller and Morson. She took the file, so much for following your own rules Catherine. I took the file and hit it around my stomach under my t-shirt.

Time for my answers.

Ok so I am offically stuck. I started writing the next chapter and I hate it.

If anyone has any idea please PM me or tell me in a review! You will be thanked!

x AussieGallagherGirl