A/N: I know it was a really long update time last time, sorry about that, I got sick and to top it off I got a weird twisted sort of writer's block, but it's gone, and had a ton of homework to do. Anyways, I hope you like the chapter. It is short, but thought it would be the best place to end it. Also, hope you like the new title.

-Lexi


CHAPTER 6

I fell for 14 seconds then Dana yelled for me to pull my chute. I did and glided down, with my feet resting on a cool titanium floor. The walls around me were a matte grey, also steel, with no windows. If it weren't for the small vents we would have suffocated. Dana's stilettos (which she must have put on in the van) clicked against the floor making a large echo.

"What do you want with me?" I asked, I was honestly curious.

"Wait here." Dana made me stop in the middle of the hallway. I took a step forward but found an electric field in front of me. It zapped my hand.

"Ow!" I stood quietly and waited for Dana to come back. I reached into my back pocket for my phone, but obviously it wasn't there. Even the most amateur spy wouldn't miss that. I looked around me for escape roots. There were absolutely none, all I found were 72 cameras in the 12 metres of hallway I could see.

In exactly 12.6739012 seconds later Dana came back leading a short, rotund, bald man in a navy blue pinstripe suit.

"Cammie-" She started.

"Cameron." I interupted.

"Cameron, this is Bill. He is in charge of you as of now. I am finished here." Bill handed her a thick envelope, obviously filled with cash. I heard the click of her stilettos as Bill watched her leave the hall. The second she was out of sight he turned to me and gestured I should stand in front of him. He instructed me down four halls (471 cameras). We stopped in front of a double door. There was an eyescan, blood test, scale, voice analizer, card swipe and keypad. Whoever had designed the security in this building knew what they were doing.

"Inside." He said. One word, but as soon as the doors slid soundlessly open I couldn't help but step inside. Inside was the busiest and most high tech room I had ever seen. There were computer screens everywhere. People were hunched over black glass tables moving screens you'd normally find on computers with their fingers. There were clear glass boards in a corner with complex scenarios written out on them. But the centre piece of the room was a huge screen stretched across an entire wall with a map on it with dots moving all over with pictures of people.

"Cameron Morgan! Welcome to the Circle of Caven." A tall man walked over to me. He was powerfully built with eerily black eyes. His skin the colour of dark chocolate and he looked every bit the head of a spy agency should with his expensive black suit.

"Thank you Bill I'll take it from here. Chameleon come with me, he put a hand on my back and guided me around the room giving me a brief history of the Circle of Caven.

"We were founded at the same time as all great spy companies, MI6, CIA, FBI, NSA, Gallagher Academy, and Blackthorne Academy, etc. At a time where no one recorded the time, it was so top secret. Unlike MI6, CIA, FBI, and NSA, we were created to not only protect our world from harm, but also to keep Blackthorne and Gallagher in check. Because little did the other companies know, Gillian and Brian were not the saints everyone thought they were. Sure they created the best spies around, sure they were unbeatable spies, but they had a dark side each. Notice how there are no others spy schools? Why do you think that is? Do you think anyone ever tried to create another one? They did, Circle of Caven tried as a matter of fact. Yet, Gallagher and Blackthorne sent seniors that year, as a final exam to wipe out the school. Expose it, shut it down. Obviously they missed a few of us." He gestured around the room while laughing dryly. "You see, Gillian and Brian wanted to create every spy in the world. They wanted their alligiance to their respective schools, so when Gillian and Brian wanted them to go against their agencies orders, they would out of loyalty. They created a plan for them to carry out, Gillian and Brian wanted the world as their playground. They wanted people to understand what it was like to be dictated to constantly about what they could do and could not. They wanted people to understand and to change it. You see, Gillian and Brian had been in love since they were children, and they wanted to marry, but their families refused. The family was in a feud. Like Romeo and Juliet, yet Gillian and Brian were more brash than Romeo and his Juliet, they told their parents they loved each other and their parents seperated them. Gillian stayed in America while Brian moved to the other side of the world. The lovers tried to keep in touch but it was futile. They eventually wrote a series of letters detailing their plan. They each created a school of spies, and well you know the rest of what I've told you."

I was struck, I was raised to believe Gillian was perfect. I never knew the rest. Wait! I couldn't let the Circle get in my head.

"What do you want with me then?" I asked.

The man paused. He tilted his head and looked at me confused. "You mean they never told you?"

"Told me what?"

"You are a direct descendant of Gillian Gallagher."

"No that's someone else." Macey McHenry, one of my best friends, but I wasn't about to tell him that.

"I have my sources right . Gillian's daughter Rose married Jacob Morgan, your father's great-great-great-grandfather. Jacob had two children. The son kept the name Morgan, and the daughter married Lucas McHenry. Cameron, Gillian Gallagher is your great-great-great-great-great-grandmother."

I was speechless.

"Now, the whole reason we brought you into this is because Blackthorne and Gallagher families are still in a feud."

"Impossible. I have evidence to contradict your statement."

"The exchange last year? A cover-up, nothing more. Did you ever see Dr. Steve and your mother interact? Besides the occasional wave, small conversation, did they ever show a genuine like for the other?" Unfortunately this guy was correct. I saw once but quickly dismissed it, a glimmer of hate in my mother's eyes when she looked at Dr. Steve, and Dr. Steve's excellents were all but genuine to my mother.

"What's your name?" I asked bluntly.

"Milton."

"Why do you care if I am related to Gillian Gallagher and that Gallagher and Blackthorne are feuding?"

"We've seen the way you look at Zachery Goode. His lineage traces back to Blackthorne and if the families refuse to let you see each other, well, we don't want a repeat of history." The left side of his mouth quirked up in what was supposed to be a smirk but only gave his face a twisted expression.

"But-" I began to protest but Milton cut me off. A small woman had come up to him and said something in his ear.

"Come with me Cameron. I have someone here I think you'll like to see." He motioned for me to follow, and having no choice, I followed.

He led me to the back of the room. There was another door which we went through which opened to a hallway with one door at the end. Following the same security procedures as before, Milton opened the door, sitting inside was a tall man, with blond hair and startling blue eyes. He looked familiar but I couldn't quite place him. There was a thin sheet of sound proof glass so he couldn't hear what we said unless we went into the room.

"Cammie?!" He gasped.

"Who is this man?" I asked Milton.

"He is a genius engineer, and the reason you are going to cooperate with us. Go in and get aquainted." He opened a door and I stepped into the room with the man.

"You've grown so much!" I didn't know the guy, this was odd.

"I know!" I decided to play along. What could it hurt?

"I'm sorry I never sent you or Rachel any letters, but they wouldn't let me." It couldn't be.

"I know you." He laughed.

"You should. I'm your dad Cammie."

"Oh. My. God! Dad! Your alive!" I flung my arms around his neck.

A/N: Kind of a cliffhanger, but not really. I'll update tomorrow. This should clear up a bit of the plot.