I woke up to Zach whispering "Gallagher Girl!" sharply in my ear. I groaned, but sat up. "What?" I snapped. I wasn't really a morning person. Zach snickered at my grumpiness and tossed me some food. "Here, eat this. Then get ready; we have to tail them again."

I ate the brownie he tossed me (Zach knew me well) and I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I took my hair out of its bun and it fell in curls down to the middle of my back. Once I was done washing up, I went into the bedroom and changed into my second favorite pair of jeans (my favorite ones had been ruined at Blackthorne), a V-neck black t-shirt and a pair of black knee-high leather boots (without a heal this time). I was pulling a hoodie over my head and stepping out of the bedroom when my hoodie was yanked off my arms.

"Hey!" I protested. "What are you doing?"

"Remember the covers, Gallagher Girl. If we were rich enough to be staying at this hotel, would you be wearing an old hoodie that you've had for years?"

"I guess not," I admitted grudgingly, instead reaching for my black trench coat and a bright scarf. I was gathering all the things we would need in my purse (including nicotine patches) when Zach tossed me a com. I put it on; thankful I was wearing my hair down. I also grabbed my fake engagement ring and slipped it on too. I sat down, waiting for Zach so we could go over the plan.

"We could go to where we were yesterday and see if the cars are still there. We'd need to use our car though; we can't tail them on foot." I suggested.

"Did you manage to retrace their licence plate numbers last night?" Zach asked, eyeing my laptop.

"They were stolen cars. It doesn't help us much."

"Okay, let's go."

We walked out of the hotel, and Zach left to go get the car. I was waiting for him on the street when I spotted one of the guys that had attacked me in Zach's apartment-our third target. I followed him, whispering to Zach through our coms what was going on. I walked through the crowd, following him, blending into my surroundings. I tailed the guy for 3 blocks, until he turned suddenly into a side street. I waited, and then followed. While I was turning the corner, I noticed someone tailing me. They were good but they stood out of the crowd too much to be a true pavement artist. "I've got another one on my tail." I whispered to Zach through my com.

"You're fine, Chameleon. Lose the guy behind you first; it's more important than tailing the guy in front." Zach advised me.

"Where are you?"

"I'm behind slightly in the car, I can't help you much."

"Thanks." I muttered sarcastically. "Anyways, I'm not losing this guy! I need to tail him; he's our target. I think the guy behind me might be related to the target, but I don't know for sure. I can lose him and tail the target at the same time."

"Are you sure?" Zach asked.

"Yes. Park the car and tail the guy behind me; he's about 6 foot 4, 200 pounds, wearing a black leather jacket, looks to be about 40 years old."

"Be careful." Zach told me, and then he went silent.

I maneuvered through the streets, keeping my target in the corner of my eye, stalling until I knew Zach was tailing the guy behind me, so I could lose him.

"I've got a visual, you can lose him now." I heard Zach whisper a few seconds later.

I used every counter-surveillance technique I could while still keeping an eye of the guy I was tailing. A couple blocks later, I turned to the left, effectively losing my tail. I stopped to buy a coffee from a street vendor while I was waiting for my target to get further away so I could follow him comfortably, and then I continued tailing him.

He went into an old, abandoned warehouse just off of the main street. Scanning the area, making sure no one saw me, I went in. I confirmed my location to Zach. After a couple of seconds he answered: "That's exactly where my guy is leading me. I'll find you once I get in."

I found a good hiding place in a closet just off the main room, and the closet had a huge air vent running out of it, so I figured it I needed a quick escape, it would work. I watched as my target and Zach's target met in the main room, sat down at a long dinner table and waited. Soon enough, 6 other men came in, all at different times, but all coming to the same place. It was then that Zach found me, joining me in the closet. He squeezed my hand, but we both said nothing as we tried to overhear the conversation going on in the room just outside the closet door.

"Any tails on your way in," asked the man sitting at the head of the table, presumably the leader.

The other seven men shook their heads.

"Good. Then let's begin." The leader put up a picture on the screen behind him. I tensed, but didn't say a word, because the picture was my CIA profile.

"This is our target, Cameron Morgan, operative #467039. She brought down our brother organization, the Circle of Cavan, just half a year ago. She thinks she is safe. But, as all of you in this room know, she is far from it."

Zach's faced turned into a frown, and I just stood there, listening to eight men discussing my fate.

"I understand that two of you have come in contact with the target?"

The two men that had attacked me in Zach's apartment building nodded.

"Yes, sir, we have managed to get close to her several times over the past six months, but each time has failed."

"How so," asked the leader, suspiciously.

"Well, we consider each attack as a test. Under your orders, we have never caused enough damage to permanently harm her."

"So," the leader snapped, "In other words, she has beaten you every time you try to attack her, and you're blaming me for it."

The two guys turned frantic, shaking their heads and protesting, saying that it wasn't what they intended to say at all.

In the blink of an eye, the leader pulled out a silenced gun and shot both men. It took all I had to remain silent. The room was dead silent for 2 seconds until the entry of yet another man. This time, I had to put my hands over my mouth to stop myself from making noise. I recognized this man. I had been working for him for the past six months. Even though he was heavily disguised, I knew it was the Director of the CIA.

"Sorry I'm late. I had some….business to take care of along the way." The Director mumbled, his eyes passing over the two bodies still lying at the table.

The leader of the men seemed to have a particular appreciation for the Director, and gave him the seat next to him, something I assumed was a great honour.

"So, Director, how are our friends at Langley?" The leader asked, with an almost childlike glint in his eye.

"Unsuspecting, as always," Answered the Director, looking equally as pleased at him.

It was at that point that Zach decided it was time to go. He motioned to the air vent, and I climbed into it with him not far behind me. I didn't talk the whole way back to the hotel. Not when we made our way out of that terrible warehouse, not when Zach asked me if I was okay while we were walking, not when we were finally safe in the hotel lobby. Zach set down his things in the room and looked at me standing in the middle of the room with absolutely no expression on my face. He moved his arm as if he was going to come near me, but then he hesitated.

"Gallagher Girl…" was all he said, looking at me with an expression full of sympathy.

Ignoring him, I walked over to the couch and sank down into to it, staring blankly ahead. After a moment, Zach sat next to me, sharing my silence. His shoulder was so close and looked so comforting that I was tempted to put my head there. Slowly, I lowered my head onto his shoulder, and, in one fluid motion, he put his arm around me. We sat in silence for a while, enjoying each other's company.