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I know chapter 4 already disclaimer: I own nothing

Sorry for any spelling mistakes, I don't Beta.

CHAPTER 4

"TAKE THE DAMN WIG CAM!" Nat screamed across the basement that actually contained tons and tons of disguises. Nat was trying to convince me to put on this long black wig. But the reason why I couldn't wear it was because it reminded me of the wig I had worn on the train during the campaign trail. And that is a memory I DON'T want to relive.

"Cam, the cover identity I stole says that you have black hair and green eyes. Here if you don't believe me look at it yourself," she threw the file across the tall marble table.

Name: Vanessa Johnson

Age: 19

Likes: Fighting, Hitting, Flirting, Acting

Dislikes: Singing, Joking Around, Getting Distracted

Apperance: Black Hair, Green Eyes, Average Height, Light-skinned

Family: Haily and April Johnson

Relationships: Boyfriend- Hale Ryans

Covert Operations Report

Upon recieving cover Operative Morgan learned that another Operative would be joining the Operatives on this mission and will also go under cover.

Giving up, I placed the wig into my backpack incase I needed to make a quick cover change. "Alright where are we going first?"

Natalia came to study me and answered, "New York City."

"Why New York?"

"Because I have to pick up a few thing from an apartment I used to live in and I know someone who could help us."

"Now you've got me interested," I said as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Don't worry, it all be fine. It's not like someone is going to find us."

We walked the cluttered streets of New York in our dumb diguises and tried our best to stay out of the spotlight. Nat led me down a street to a large apartment building and she entered saying hello to the door man and went straight to the elevator.

Now I can't even say how first class this place was. There was royal purple painted walls and curtains and expensive furniture. She walked to a walk-in closet and took out a luggage and filled it with clothing, while I explored the apartment. It was fairly large, just like a New York Apartment should be.

"Natalia are you in here?" I heard a male voice from the doorway; one which actually startled me.

Yeah me.

The CIA Legend.

Way to go Cam.

"Oh Hi," said the boy who had just entered the room. He had bleach blond hair that came just over his emerald green eyes. He looked strong and built and sorta reminded me of Zach, only he had lighter skin and was slightly shorter. He was actually kind of hot. But SO not my type. If I even have a type. He used one of his charming smiles that probably made most girls weak at thier knees, but I only smiled back and said, "Oh hey."

Luckly Natalia decided to not embarrass me and join us. "Hey Xavier," oh hot guy has a name, "This is Cammie Morgan," she said motioning to me, "Cammie, this is Xavier Slane."

"Nice to meet you," I said as I extended my hand to shake his. "As well," he said while shaking my hand.

"Xavier, we're gonna need some help tracking members of the Circle, especially Cassandra Goode. Can you help us?" Nat put her hands into praying position as if that would help. So I decided to batt my eyelashes. That must have really got him because he nodded as if he wasn't able to speak.

"I'll take that luggage to my car, Natalia can you come with me to show me where to bring it?"

"Yeah sure Xavier. Cam can you go to this abonded warehouse to pick up a suitcase with different cover idenities?"

"Sure where is it?" I said while picking up my backpack.

"Down the block and make left. It's hard to miss."

"Alright. I guess I meet you guys later," I said while walking out of the apartment building as I watched Xavier and Nat drive away.

There's a lot of things to like about New York in the summertime. Like how there are couples in cafes, bikers on the streets, families in the parks, and regular people just out to have a good time. Too bad I wasn't a regular person.

I was almost to the warehouse when I relized something. How could Xavier recognize us if we were wearing disguises? I noticed a boy in a crowd in front of the warehouse. He looked like 14 or 15 years old. He wore black jeans, black Vans, and a Black hoodie. What a colorful wardrobe? I probably wouldn't have noticed him if it weren't for the slutty girl (that I was watching attentively) bump into him. When she tried to flirt with him, he told her to go to hell.

I entered the warehouse and climbed up a flight of stairs and entered the room with the suitcase in it. The room was pretty bare except for a table that had the suitcase on it.

"They said you were hard to catch, but I guess they were wrong." I turned aroung slowly to see the boy from the street. But what surprised me is what he did next. He pulled back his hood and a hairtie to reveal a full head of hair.

OH.

MY.

GOSH.

It was a chick. She noticed my open mouth and said, "Had you fooled didn't I? Don't get your panties in a twist. I don't work for the Circle. I work for the CIA. Well the Jouniors Department. Well I was supposed to get you. And I did. But since I hate the CIA for taking me away from a regular life. I'll let you off the hook." she turned on her heels when I stopped her.

"Who are you?"

"Carly. Carly Alva. Maybe you've read about me in the newspapers." I nodded my head.

"Yeah, you went to a CIA training camp where you became a actual Spy."

"How do you know that?"

"I hacked the CIA."

"Ohh, you must be a nerdy one." she said with a mocking smirk.

"Actually, no I'm a pavement artist."

"Well it didn't take me long to find you." what could I say some little girl had just beaten me at my own game.

"Today, is your lucky day Carly; because me and my partners are here to take you out of the CIA Camp so you can work with us."

"Huh?" she asked, utterly confused.

"My name is Cammie Morgan-"

"I know hwo you are."

"My partner had suggested that we talk to you about joining our little group to stop the Circle. You know what the Circle is right?"

"Yeah," she said.

"So whaddaya say? Wanna take down a terrorist organization?"

"Hell yeah."

"Good come with me. I'lll drive you to our base where you'll meet the rest of the team."

"Joy," she said with sarcasm. We walked to my car and she got into the passager seat as I placed the suitcase into the back and got into the driver seat.

"Are you ready?" I asked not taking my eyes off the road.

She game me a smirk and said, "Been ready."

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