A/N: Here's the fourth chapter. I hope you like it!!
When we arrived in New York, the CIA agents driving the van dropped us off at our hotel. We went straight up to our room, not bothering to check in. Cammie sat down on her bed and looked at me, and I realized we hadn't really had that much time alone since we learned about the mission.
"How do you feel about it?" She didn't say what, but I already knew.
"Nervous, I guess. Sort of excited. Amazed mostly. Why do you think they would choose students to go, instead of agents?"
She smiled grimly. "Bex, we're agents too, now." I nodded. We sat there a while silently. I don't know what Cammie was thinking, but I was thinking of all the good times we'd had. I was trying not to think about when the next time I would see her would be.
The next morning, as we were eating breakfast, the van pulled up outside the hotel. We climbed back in, and it drove away. I stared out the window at the streets of New York, flashing by as we headed for the airport. So many thoughts were running through my head, I couldn't name just one.
Two hours later, we were in the airport, waiting for our planes. My flight was announced first. I stood up. Suddenly, Cammie jumped up from the bench and threw her arms around me. I hugged her back, trying to tell her she was my best friend in the world, all in that hug. Finally she let go, and I walked away, not wanting to look back.
The flight seemed a lot longer than it was. About halfway through, it started raining. I watched the drops run down the window by my seat. Unwillingly, I started thinking of Grant, wondering if he still felt anything for me. He hadn't contacted me, so he probably didn't. Macey could tell me, but she wasn't there. I tried to think of other things, like how this was what I always wanted to do with my life. This was what I'd been trained to do. All those years of P&E, CoveOps, Culture and Assimilation, COW, Espionage history, everything I'd ever been taught, I had been taught to prepare me for this moment. But it didn't work. My thoughts kept straying back to the only guy who ever made me feel something other than annoyance (Mr. Solomon and Mr. Smith and my dad don't count because that's kind of their job, as teachers and a father). I sighed. Why does my life have to be so complicated?
A/N: Ok, this one is short too, and there's not a lot of talking, but it's kind of important to the storyline, so please bear with me. Review please!!!!