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Zach's POV

I opened the passengers' door for Cammie but she shook her head and got into the drivers seat. I was too tired to argue, so I let her.

I felt a small vibration in my pocket and reached into it for my phone. I flipped it open so I could read the text.

Where are you? –J

I clicked reply as Cammie pulled out onto the road.

A mission. –Z

"Who are you texting?" she asked.

"Jonas," I told her. She nodded and went back to driving. "I'm going to get him and Grant to help. Is there enough room at…where are we staying?"

"Um, there's enough room."

"Where?"

"Professor Jones got us a 12 room mansion for the mission. Now, please be quiet. My head is throbbing."

I flipped open my phone and told Jonas to get Grant and for them to come. He agreed and with that, I leaned back and let unconscious take me.

Cammie POV

Zach was snoring within just fifteen minutes of the drive. I glanced over at him and he was smirking. Maybe it was permanent.

My head was beyond throbbing now. I placed my hand on the side and gently massaged it, but it did no good. I started to feel a little nauseas and dizzy. Probably just because I'm tired, I told myself, not believing it. I can lie to anyone and convince them of anything, but not to myself, which was frankly, pretty annoying.

Then my stomach turned and I gagged. I pulled over and put the car into park.

"Zach?" I whispered. He didn't respond so I repeated myself, a little louder.

"What, Cammie?" he demanded.

"I'm sick," I told him reaching my hand into my pocket for Liz's newest thing called the poison detector. I pulled one out of the pack and stuck it in my mouth. I waited a moment then took it out to examine it. "Crap."

"What?" Zach looked worried, which made me feel happy, well as happy as a person who has a minor kind of poison in them can be.

"It's blue. I have a minor kind of poison me. Not strong enough to kill me, but I'll be sick for a little while," I explained.

"Do you know how you got poisoned?" he questioned.

"He probably put something on me when I hugged him. It's no big deal, though. I'll be over it in about two days. It'll be like a virus."

Zach and I got out of the car to switch places and then I felt a tug on the back of my neck. I pulled off a little purple patch with small words the read:

Warning: Contains Toxins

Ah. I sat down and shut my eyes as we sped off. Blackness took over and I didn't try to shake it off.

I woke up in a baby blue room with the sun shining through the white curtains. I was still wearing my dress and my shoes were on the floor. I knew I had a small fever, probably around 101 degrees but I forced myself to get out of bed.

I trudged over to the closet and grabbed a green t-shirt and distressed skinny jeans. I slipped them on and left the room.

The place was gorgeous. It was two stories with beautiful railing going down the stairs. There was a phone on the wall so I called Liz. It rang four times and then her voice filled my head.

"Hey, this Liz. Super sorry that I didn't get to answer, but leave your name and number and I'll be sure to get back to you."

I hung up and sighed wishing that they would be here already.

Foot steps echoed down the hall and looked toward the general direction. "Zach?"

"Oh. You're up."

"Who is he? He works at Blackthorne. You know him, don't you? How does he know me? I hate this Zach. I feel yucky. And I'm mad at myself for not forcing more information out of that son of bi-"

"Cameron. Relax. I contacted the headmaster at Blackthorne and they're swearing that he is innocent as a spy can be."

"No! He's not innocent! He's responsible for the explosion at M16! He's the reason that Bex is more like me now than ever! Why do you think this mission is important to me? It's because I think he's the one who is responsible for my father's death from when I was ten and now Bex doesn't have a father either and it's all his fault! Ugh! You know what, Zach? I thought you knew that. Did you not know why we were after this guy? Did you just come because someone sent you? You want to know why they sent you? Because they thought that you would work your hardest because it's a big possibility that he killed your parents too!" and with that I stormed down stairs, ignoring the stinging in my eyes and the wounded expression on his face.

Uh oh! Will things work out?

Well, now you know why they are on this mission, and you know a little more about this "Drake Simmons" guy!

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