AN: Hey guys! Sorry! I have had no inspiration whatsoever lately, especially after I got dumped, but I thought you'd like another chapter to make it better? And promises for more to come? Please review if you still want to read this cos then I know my work isn't completely bad. So, yeah. Read, enjoy, review! And, once again, IM SORRY! But wish me good luck in my band competition on Monday? I play glockenspiel (which is a metal version of a xylophone, btw). So love you all, thanks for reading. Enjoy!

Grant and I jumped up from our sunny spot on the bench and looked around for our girls. I was starting to panic. I couldn't fail my mission. I NEVER fail. ZACH GOODE does NOT fail. Then, I caught a glimpse of the golden brown hair that I could never forget disappear down and escalator.

I tugged Grant's sleeve and together we quickly but covertly made our way over toward moving metal staircase. We made sure to keep an eye on our Gallagher girls the whole time, yet not letting them know we were tailing them. We did a pretty good job, too. Especially since they went into a bathroom and didn't come out for another 5 minutes. Grant and I were sooo not going in there, even if it DID mean we would fail our mission. But, luckily, they came out eventually.

Soon, they went down another escalator, this one going down to the Metro station. Grant and I hopped onto the escalator about 10 feet in front of the CIA 'all star' that couldn't be bothered keeping his cover anymore. Amateur mistake.

When the two Gallagher girls take off their coats in an effort to blend into the school group around them, I have to say I was impressed. I probably wouldn't have thought of that. And when Grant's girl yelled out " Let's run and get it!" when the train pulled into the forever-and-a-day underground station, but dodged out of the vehicle just as it was closing the doors (leaving the amateur 'all star' inside of it), I was also impressed. Maybe we had underestimated.

But, then again, maybe we hadn't.

Our girls split up, so so did we. Grant and I were going to make sure the subject did not reach the required place. On time at least. We weren't going to PERMANENTLY delay them. Dr Steve sad no 'special assassin skills' while on exchange, remember?

But when Cameron pushed the button to call the elevator down, I knew I only had one shot at this. It was now or never. My success or failure boiled down to this very moment. So I did what any sane human being would do. I panicked.

"Hey."

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