Note: I do not own the Gallagher Girls.

Please Read: This is a special chapter showing Mr. Solomon and his thoughts from a Bir'd Eye View. It gives a few insights to the plot. The reason why I chose a Mr. Solomon chapter is because a Cammie/Zach chapter would give too much away. Hope you enjoy this short (as in, really short) update.

BEV of Mr. Solomon

The room was huge and very spacious. The three letters 'C' 'I' 'A' were represented in silver metallic block letters fastened to the back of the room. In front of those three letters stood a large desk made out of stainless steel. A leather back swivel chair was stationed behind the desk. An immaculately dressed man in a black suit with shiny black leather shoes sat hunched over the desk, his fingers rubbing his temple.

He looked at the mission reports, the files and paperwork that sat on his desk. He pressed a silver button. "Filing, report please," he said shortly in a clipped voice. The left half of his desk caved in and a hole appeared through the surface. The documents on that half of the desk shot through the chute into Filing. The man, his once brown hair now streaked with gray, rubbed his eyes now and reflected on that meeting with the children. The pain and sadness in their eyes.

It was not fair to the children that they had to suffer so much when they didn't need to. But they had to, in order for the Agency to… he didn't want to think about it. This was the first time they had ever done something like this to children under eighteen before, let alone his own god-children. For the sake of the Agency though, they had too.

The only children who would ever have to go through this would be the Goode children… because they were, after all, the Goode children. The children of Cameron Morgan and Zachary Goode had to be… well… good.