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Operative Morgan, Baxter, McHenry, and Sutton stood with the senior CoveOps class, ready to go to Miami. They were excited, for the most part, but also partly terrified that they'd have to jump out of a helicopter onto South Beach.

The time was ticking, and Abby was still nowhere to be seen. I had told my friends this morning about the secret window in the infirmary, and Zach, and everything. Liz was the only one who was remotely angry, because she had just spent all of yesterday going through a security check with Dr. Fibs. Finally, my aunt came down the Grand Staircase. The early sun shined lightly through the windows, illuminating the foyer in light oranges and pinks. I looked from the CoveOps class to my teacher, and frowned. All of us were in our bathing suits, with raggedy denim shorts and tank tops over top, most of us holding canvas totes with sunscreen and towels in them. My aunt was wearing dark blue mini shorts, gold gladiators, a soft blue tunic, oversized Chanel sunglasses, and carrying a big Gucci tote.

"Okay, everyone, lets go!" She said happily, leading us out the front doors. Suddenly, she stopped. "WAIT." She turned around, her eyes scanning the crowd, and finally settling on Macey and Liz. "You two aren't in senior CoveOps." Macey gulped.

"We wanted to come anyway. Wherever Cammie goes, we go, too." My aunt shrugged.

"Fair enough. You can come." We finally reached a small jet that had landed on the back lawn. Liz was still in shock that she and Macey's plan actually worked. We all walked up into the jet. The interior was all soft tan leather, and I sunk into a seat next to Bex, Liz and Macey across from us. The plane took off silently, and soon, we were heading south towards Miami. Abby, who was sitting in the front the plane, turned her seat to face all of us. "Okay, has anyone, besides me, ever been to Miami?" There was dead silence in the plane, and Abby sighed. "Okay, has anyone ever HEARD of Miami?" We all raised are hands. "That's a good place to start."

"Err, Abby? What exactly are we going to do?" Liz asked nervously.

"Have you covered oceanic surveillance yet?" My aunt asked, and we all shook our heads. "Good. Then, we'll be covering oceanic surveillance." She turned her chair back around the right way, signaling the conversation was over. Three hours later, we landed in Miami. I mostly looked out the window, and thought about Zach, and what he said. I often looked at my aunt Abby, to see if she was watching me, but she was too busy listening to her IPod touch. Bex fell asleep, Macey was looking at Vogue, and Liz was playing around with a new gadget she was developing. Abby led us off the plane, and I smiled when I looked around. The private airport was surrounded by palm trees, and I could see the bright blue ocean not that far away. After having a quick word with the pilot, Abby walked back over to us. "Welcome to Miami!"

"So, what now?" Tina Walters asked, squinting in the sunlight.

"We walk." My aunt smiled, and we started walking east, towards the ocean. We crossed a street, and the next thing I knew, we were on the beach. The sand felt hot on my toes, and the salty air was making me sneeze, but it felt good. It felt normal. I felt like I didn't have to deal with the Circle anymore, and I could be a regular teenager again. We all stripped down into our bathing suits, and the attention of every male over thirteen immediently focused on my aunt, who, by the way, looks pretty freakin' hot in a bikini. "So, we are here, at North Miami Beach, to start Oceanic Surveillance, so everyone grab a surfboard." I looked to the right of us, and saw ten surfboards near the water. We each grabbed one, and paddled out into the cool, undulating water. I glanced at Macey, who looked like she was about to puke.

"Don't like water?" I guessed.

"Don't like fish swimming near my feet." Macey replied, her voice cracking. I sighed, and pushed her in front of me. We were far out, and I couldn't touch my feet on the bottom of the ocean. I guessed about fifty feet deep.

"Does anyone know what oceanic surveillance is?" My aunt asked, all of us forming a circle with our surfboards. Mick raised her hand. "Mick?"

"It's when you follow someone around on a surfboard or in a boat?" Mick guessed. My aunt smiled.

"Couldn't have explained it better myself. So, everyone see that boat out there?" She pointed far to my left, and I could see a small, red boat floating aimlessly in the water. We nodded. "Just follow it. In two hours, be back at the beach, and tell me what you found out." She smiled, and started paddling back towards shore.

"WAIT! That's it?" Bex yelled, but our teacher was already to far away.

"Spread out?" I suggested, and we did. Two hours later, after three girls fell off there surfboards, five misdiagnosed jellyfish stings, and twenty fake shark attacks, we returned to the beach, soaked and tired. It wasn't hard to find my aunt again. She was tanning on her Hermes towel, listening to music.

"So, what did you find?" She asked, before we even had a chance to say hello.

"The boat driver has a wife named Cindy, it's there twenty year anniversary in three days. They have a son who is studying biochemistry at Colombia named Jamie. They lived in Boca Raton, Florida. They (meaning the boat driver and his assistant) had lunch (ham and cheese sandwiches on rye) on the boat. They were deep sea fishing for bass." Bex said triumphantly. My aunt sat up.

"And?" She wondered. We all looked at each other.

"That's it." Eva stated, shrugging. Abby stood up, and rolled up her towel.

"So, you guys get a B." My aunt shrugged, packing up her tote bag. Liz almost started to hyperventilate at the thought of getting a B. I didn't really care. I was just confused.

"Why? We did exactly what you said." I said, as we started walking off the beach.

"I know you did. But I could have gotten all of that information if I had just gone up and asked him. And you didn't even mention the hot young assistant. What would've happened if he was the one I was asking about?" My aunt said, turning to face us. We didn't respond. The assistant didn't really talk that much, so we didn't pay attention. "So…B" Abby concluded, as she walked up to a big Range Rover, and got in it, all of us reluctantly following.

"What are we doing the rest of the day?" Eva asked, after a long bout of silence. My aunt smiled.

"You'll see." We all looked at each other nervously. "Come on. It was a B, for God sakes. At least I didn't fail you, right?" Liz was about go into cardiac arrest when Abby said that, and thank god we pulled up at our destination. We all piled out of the car, and I smiled when I saw the location. A mall. Just like my aunt to bring us to do a little shopping. All to rest of the girls smiled, especially Macey. Then we all looked down at ourselves. We were covered in sand, our hair, disasters. Abby was the only one who managed to still look perfect.

"This is probably one of the best shopping centers in Bal Harbour, Bal Harbour Shops. And we came here because…I like to shop. And it's a good exercise for pavement artists." My aunt smiled, her eyes meeting mine. We started through the shops, and I realized there was no way in hell I could afford anything. The cheapest thing I saw was $100. We finally stopped in front of Dior. "When you become someone's shadow, you must blend in. And in Miami, if you look hot, then you blend in. So, we'll be heading into Dior to-" But before she could finish, there were two screams behind her.

"OH. MY. GOD. Abby Cameron, get your ahmazing ass over here and give your two best friends a hug!" A high voice rang out behind Abby. We all looked around to see two attractive women standing behind her with their arms open. One was tall, and blonde, while the other was petite and had auburn hair. There arms were decorated with bags from Jimmy Choo, Lanvin, Chanel, and Armani, just to name a few. My aunt's jaw dropped open. The whole CoveOps class, along with Macey and Liz, were about to go try an attack the two girls, but we figure if they were bad, Abby would just have punched them already. My aunt ran up to them, giving them a huge hug.

"Why are you in Miami?" The red head asked.

"Field trip." My aunt shrugged, looking back at us.

"OMG, hi! I didn't even notice you guys!" The blonde laughed.

"Guys, this is my friends, Victoria and Alex." Abby smiled.

"Hello." The redhead, Alex, smiled. Victoria nodded.

"Anywayz, Abs, we wanted to see if you wanted to come with us to Miami, but then we knew you were away and everything, so…" Victoria continued, turning her attention back to my aunt.

"We're heading to Flavour tonight, if you wanna join us. They have a new DJ, and the guys are supposed to be getting hotter by the second." Alex insisted. Abby smiled, and looked towards us.

"How many of you have ever used a fake ID?" Macey, Bex, Liz, and I glanced at each other. This was going to be interesting.

At nine o'clock pm, we were all leaving the Fontainebleau (Victoria and Alex's hotel) to go to Flavour. Victoria and Alex had been nice enough to let the students borrow some of their dresses, and Abby just bought a new one while we were in Valentino. As we walked up to Flavour, I was nervous. I had never done anything illegal before in my life.

Operative Morgan later admitted that she was lying.

I looked at the rest of the class. We all looked great. Attractive. But it was nothing compared to my aunt and her friends, who seemed to catch the attention of every man in a five mile radius. As we arrived at Flavour, I was still nervous. Many people were filing in. Wasn't one of them bound to notice we were underage? Abby pulled the class off to the side.

"Okay, everyone, don't worry about the fake ID's. We are here for educational purposes. Well, mostly educational purposes." I looked over Abby's shoulder, and at least five guys were staring at my aunt's ass. I mean, she did look gorgeous in her red strapless Valentino, but I still couldn't get over how lame guys were these days.

"What's educational about a nightclub?" Alex snorted, leaning against the building. As it turns out, Victoria and Alex knew about the whole spy thing. And they were pretty cool with it, but they were just as killer in heels as my aunt was.

"We are going to learn the art of sexpionage." My aunt smiled. "Which doesn't actually have to include sex."

"Unless you're Abby. Then, it's pretty much mandatory." Victoria laughed. My aunt rolled her eyes.

"What exactly is sexpionage?" Macey wondered.

"It's using the fact that you are a smart, attractive woman to you're advantage." Abby grinned.

"Abby uses it all the time. It's just with her, it usually ends up in sex." Alex shrugged, and my aunt sighed.

"Anywayz, since comms units really annoy me, you'll be able to communicate with me by text." Abby said, holding up her phone. If you need any help, you can text me, Victoria, or Alex." I checked my phone. Sure enough, Abby's, Alex's, and Victoria's numbers were already in there.

"Okay, let's go and party!" Victoria said, grabbing her two friends, and dragging us into the club. It was packed. The bar was long, and people were sipping fancy cocktails all around the club. A lot of people were dancing. There were cushy couches all around the club.

"Everyone, have fun, and please, NO DRINKING. Rachel has the ability to detect alcohol from a mile away. Believe me; she busted me, like, forty times." Abby walked off with her friends, and everyone else immediently walked off in different direction, Tina and Anna heading towards the dance floor, Mick and Eva walking over to some cute guys, and Courtney glancing around the room, then heading after Mick and Eva.

"My mom would kill me if she found out I was in here." I murmured, taking in the overly attractive twentysomethings, the cocktails, and the loud music. Bex took out her phone.

"It's from Abby." She said, read the text message, and was off towards a group of girls standing in the corner. It was just Macey, Liz, and I now.

"We shouldn't just stand here!" Macey said, grabbing hold of Liz and me, and dragging us towards the bar. The lights, the smokiness, the heat…it was becoming too much. It felt good to lean against the bar, even though it was crowded. The bartender, who had a green Mohawk and electric blue eyes.

"Can I get you ladies something to drink?" He asked, smiling at Macey. He had an accent…Russian, maybe? Ukrainian? I couldn't focus, and I was squinting at him.

"Uh, no thanks. My friend just needed to lean against something." Macey smiled, and the bartender left.

"You don't look so good, Cam." Liz frowned. I looked at my reflection in the mirror across the room. I looked pale, and my eyes looked darker than normal.

"Maybe I do need something to drink…" my voice trailed off. Liz ordered a Sprite from the bartender.

"Stay here, okay, Cam? And drink up." Macey said, checking her phone, then grabbing Liz and walking away. Probably a text from Abby. I took a long sip of my Sprite. Suddenly, everything got brighter. Clearer. I good feel myself getting better. I could even see the young boy walking up to me.

"Hi." He smiled. He was incredibly good looking. Long, brown hair and hazel eyes.

"Hello." I smiled back.

"I'm Dan. And you are…"

"Cammie." I laughed, then froze. Way to be a spy, Cameron. Give away your real name.

"It's nice to meet you. Are you from around here?" He asked, and I noticed the beer in his hands.

"Um, yeah actually. Well, no, I'm going to college here." I stumbled. God, what was happening to me? Dan just smiled.

"Do you need another drink?" He asked. I glanced at the empty glass in my hand.

"Uh, yeah." I laughed, running my hand through my hair. Dan turned to the bartender as I felt my phone vibrate. I looked at it nervously, then finally checked my messages. One new one. From my aunt. It just said three simple words.

Drug his drink. I swallowed hard, and glanced nervously around the room. I got a new text seconds later. God, Cammie; don't look so nervous. Check your purse. I smiled quickly at Dan, who was waiting for our drinks, then opened up my purse. I almost had a heart attack when I saw what my aunt had slipped in it. A bottle of Flunitrazepam. Roofies. Where the hell did my aunt even get this kind of stuff? I glanced at Dan, who was grabbing our drinks, and quickly shoved the roofies back into my bag. He handed me my drink.

"Thanks." I muttered, but my purse felt twenty times heavier. God, my mother would kill me if she found out that my aunt gave me roofies. Dan and I started walking towards the dance floor.

"Do you want to dance?" He asked, and smiled.

"Um, sure." I said, setting the drinks down on a table, but as soon as we got to the middle of grinding twentysomethings, I felt my head, pretending to feel warm.

"Are you okay?" Dan asked me.

"Yeah, I just need to go get my drink. I'll be back." I smiled slightly flirty. Of course, I felt absolutely fine. Like I was on a sugar high. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. I walked up to the two drinks, and everything was in slow motion after that. I opened my purse, and slipped two pills into my hand. I grabbed Dan's drink, and quickly dropped them inside. They dissolved instantly. I glanced around, seeing if anyone had seen me. Everyone was acting normal, no one was staring at me. I felt my cell phone vibrate, and I checked my messages again. A new one. It was from my aunt, and it was sent to the whole CoveOps class and Macey and Liz. Well done, everyone. We better get going. C U outside in five. I looked at the clock on my phone. 12:32am. Time really did fly. I started towards the exit, forgetting about Dan, leaving his drink next to my untouched one.

I scanned the club once more. I could see Victoria grabbing another shot at the bar. Alex was dancing with a group of people. Where was Abby? I finally found her sitting on one of the couches in the far corner of the club. She was with someone. A guy. He was really hot. Long, black hair. Bright smile. His arm was wrapped casually around her shoulders, and their legs were pressed against each other. My aunt whispered something in his ear, and he smiled, and whispered something back. They both started to laugh. The look in his eyes was weird. Sensual. Lustful. And his eyes were blue. I suddenly recognized him. Agent Townsend. When did he get here? And what the hell was he doing with my aunt? I looked at the table around them. No drinks. So my aunt wasn't just acting crazy in a drunken haze. She looked excited when she looked at him. I could practically see her heart beating faster. I quickly left the club, and found the rest of my class outside. Victoria and Alex walked out a few minutes later, fine, but a little tipsy. Finally, my aunt walked out, looking a little bit tired, but she was smiling.

"Time to go everyone." She said softly, and we all piled in the Range Rover, waving goodbye to Alex and Victoria. I boarded the plane sleepily. My eyelids were drooping. The warm night air felt like a blanket. As soon as I sat in my seat, I was asleep.