A/N: HELLOOO! Seeing that I'm not going to get 60 reviews at all.. *sigh* I'm going to stop this story.. Sorry! … KIDDING! I STILL LOVE YOU! Oh, and by the way.. SHOUTOUTS TO PEOPLE WHO GUESSED RIGHT! :
Zammielover16
Iluvonedirection
GallagherThief
I'm actually thirteen years old, turning 14 this year. HAHA! Anyway, I appreciate everyone making me older because it just means I'm getting good in writing! (Though this isn't the first time I've written. I actually compete in essay writing contests against other schools…) BUT! ENOUGH ABOUT ME! HERE IS THY STORY! ;)
CAMMIE
I shudder, seeing my car being blown to bits. I close my eyes trying to remember anything about the man. He was wearing a large black coat, 6 feet 5 inches tall and tall black boots with mud stains on the left one. There. That was it. I couldn't remember anything else. Plus, my details were really insignificant, considering they can be easily changed. Except for the height maybe. I mentally slap myself for being a sloppy spy in a dangerous situation.
I stand shakily on my feet, then with slow careful steps, make my way towards the girl at the counter. She is on the floor, her blonde hair a halo with red. Oh my God. She got shot on the head. No saving now. But still, I walk towards her, checking her pulse. Silence. I sigh and with one smooth motion, close her blue dilated eyes. There. She looked asleep. It was the best I can do while trying not think about the fact that I had shot a man before and he died because of me. But he was going to kill Bex, I remind myself.
I check my watch. It's 2:56 in the morning. I estimated that I had about 14 minutes and 32 seconds before the police realize there was an explosion. As I leave the doo, I suddenly remember. Cameras. Despite the fact that I wanted justice for this girl, I was going to be questioned too if they saw the footage. And so, with one swift motion, I grab the gun from the waistband of my jeans and shoot all 6 cameras. Done. I walk away when I realize I have nowhere to go. But then I see my savior in the form of a small payphone under a lone streetlight. I run to it and grabbing the phone, I shove a coin and dial a number that answers after the 4th ring.
"Hello?" a groggy voice answers the question.
"Bookworm, it's me.." I say.
"Cam… I mean Chameleon. What do you need?" Liz's voice is suddenly high on alert.
" A ride."
"Okay. I've tracked your location. It'll be there in 4 minutes. It's not far."
"Thanks, bookworm." And then I hang up.
After using several hair pins, I finally tweak (okay) destroy the payphone's system just as a red car stops in front of me. The rider gets off the car and my jaw drops as I see someone that I'm sure would intimidate Zach. Black hair, blue eyes and a muscular but lean figure. But I quickly recover, seeing that the guy is smirking. What is it with me and smirking guys?
"Chameleon is it?"
I nod. "That's me."
He smiles at me and I can't read the emotion in his eyes.
"Pleased to meet you," he says. Then gesturing towards the car, "Let's go." I get inside. There is a sudden silence. "And you're…" I ask, trailing off. He starts driving but doesn't look at me. "It's really better if you don't know." He says. I snort. He reminds me of a certain Blackthorne Boy. "So you aren't going to tell me?"
"Nope."
I huff. "That's just unfair."
"The world never was, sweetheart."
"Can you at least tell me where we're going?"
"CIA HQ,sweetheart." I cringe at his pet name for me but simply nod.
Huh. Here I was going back to the CIA headquarters with a guy I didn't even know. But then again, lying, cheating and trusting a stranger is all in a day's work in a spy's life. But still, I have a feeling things just got a bit more complicated.
A/N: I'm sorry but we can't always be happy can we? The world isn't a wish-granting factory, as Gus says. But don't worry.. The moment Cam enters CIA.. THERE's A HUGE ZAMMIE SCENE! :)) BTW, what do you think of "him"? I won't give him a name yet… Still too early or else my plot will get ruined.. LOVE YA! Oh and 63 reviews for next chap? PLEASE! )
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