A/N: I'm so sorry that I went MIA for a month or so (I have a life outside of FanFicton, y'know? It's called school ಠ_ಠ). My exams have (mostly) finished, so now I have more time to write and stuff! Wooh! *ahem* So this is the next chapter of A Wild Goode Chase. If it's not up to my usual standard, it's because I haven't written a story in weeks. ._. Enjoy!

The door opened and a man stepped in. He was of average height and looked familiar. His wavy black hair was damp from a shower and his blue eyes were trained on me. He physically recoiled at the sight of me and pulled out a gun instantly. He couldn't see my face under my hood, so I did what I had to do. I jumped out of the window.

The glass exploded around me as I fell from the first floor window. Time seemed to slow down as the ground came closer and I landed on the balls of my feet. Nobody saw my kinda stupid escape, so I turned to the right and sprinted across the road. I risked a glance over my shoulder as I ran off, seeing the man following close behind. His gun was lowered, but the determined look in his eye told me he wouldn't stop until I disappeared or was killed.

We were beginning to enter the busier part of town - cafés and restaurants lined the street. I ducked into a corner café and walked up to the counter, pulling my jacket off. The man walked past the coffee house and stopped on the other side of the road. The gun was out of sight, but I didn't dare move from my hidden spot. He was a spy - he could've been concealing it in a secret pocket or something.

I bought a coffee from the barista and sat in the empty window seat. It was the perfect place to hide in plain sight whilst observing who I was pursued by (it might be a textbook move, but sometimes the simplest things are overlooked). He had pulled out a phone from his inner pocket and started talking to someone. I just managed to lip-read his conversation and felt my hands clench into fists at what he said.

"Cameron Ann Morgan is not here. We need to widen the search."

He could either be a member of the Circle or the CIA, I thought, In any case, I've got to get out of here. I sipped at my hot coffee and glanced at my watch. It was ten thirty-seven at night. I could either tail the mystery man and find out why he wants Cammie or go to the lakeside villa to try and find her. I went with plan B - the man wasn't trying to find another Circle member, so he was clear for now.

Walking out of the café, I hailed a cab which dropped me off at the CIA's lakeside villa. It was unoccupied - I could tell that from a mile away - but I searched it anyway. It was the kind of place I could imagine Cammie being at - the cosy size of the building, the lake, the location - it was oddly peaceful.

With the night dragging on, I decided to read Joe's journal. If he risked his life for Cammie to get it, then it must be important. I skimmed through the pages and paused at one section:

Day 5860

Matt thinks he's found a way to take down the Circle from the inside. He's willing to risk his life to end them, but I don't think he knows how much pain Rachel would feel if he did get KIA. He says there's someone that can give him the necessary information that he needs to finish this assignment and that he's going to do this on his own; that they know me too well to not accuse me of his doing (that and the fact that I've been put on desk duty by the Director). It's hard for me to believe that he's going into this alone. It might be a stereotypical-Matt thing to do, but I hope he'll at least bring his own back-up.

Day 5892

I just want this to be over as soon as possible – they've gone too far. I don't know if he's dead or alive, but I have to tell his family. Rachel is going to be devastated, but she's got to be strong for Cammie. With this turn of events, it wouldn't be a surprise if she ends up being raised a spy. I was hoping to keep her like a normal seven year-old, a luxury for someone growing up with spy parents. I know it's always been a risk being in the clandestine services and I guess that's the reason why most of us aren't in a relationship – we know we could die out in the field and that's what we don't want to happen with our loved ones.

Day 5973

I will get to the bottom of this mystery some day. I will found out what actually happened to Matthew Andrew Morgan for Rachel. I wasn't the one to tell her that he went missing in the first place - I was too much of a wimp. This is one of the only ways I can make amends. Whatever it takes, I'll do this for her.

So Joe's been trying to solve this case for the past ten years? I snapped the journal shut and placed it on the side table. I had to think about my next move instead of just going wherever I could. I had a few options I could take tonight: a) Stay here for the night, go back to collect my things from the hotel in the morning and go to the next place on the list of locations Cammie would be, b) find the operative that Matthew Morgan was trying to meet up with or c) Fly to Budapest and give up. I felt myself falling towards option b, but I couldn't just stop looking for Cammie now - I broke into a freaking house for her! My hand subconsciously went to the dog-tag necklace around my neck from Blackthorne, reminding me of everything else I'd done and lost for the girl I love. At that moment, I knew my next move.