Chapter 7:
"Hello, Miss Morgan," he said.
"Hello, Director," I replied.
"How many times to I have to tell you, call me Greg." All of the boys gasped.
"I have a few questions I would like you to answer." Joe and Grant smirked at this because they knew what was about to happen.
"Fire away."
"What's my full name?"
"Cameron Ann Morgan."
"Who are my parents?"
"Rachel and Matthew Morgan, the best spies in the C.I.A."
"Who's my godfather?"
"Joseph Solomon." At this, everyone gasped.
"Who's my aunt?"
"Abigail Cameron." They all looked impressed.
"Final question, what's my codename?"
"Chameleon."
"Thank you, Greg."
"Why did I answer the most obvious questions?"
"The boys of Blackthorne didn't think that I was the Chameleon. You were on speaker phone by the way."
He chuckled then said, "Listen up, boys. Miss. Morgan is, in fact, the Chameleon and she is not to be underestimated."
"Thank you, Greg. I'll see you when you give me another mission." With that I hung up and said to the boys, "Believe me now?" They all nodded and I left the hall to go to my room. Tomorrow is going to be so much fun.
ZACH POV
CAMMIE'S THE CHAMELEON?! OH MY GOSH! I CAN'T BELIEVE MY BEST FRIEND'S SISTER IS THE CHAMELEON AND HE DIDN'T TELL ME! HE IS SO DEAD! We all walked back to our dorms. When my roommates and I were in the safety of our room, I pinned Grant on the ground and lost it.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US THAT CAMMIE'S THE CHAMELEON?!" I screamed.
"First, can you get off of me?" he asked. I got off and motioned for him to go on. "Second, she said that it was classified when she first got here. Third, Joe told me not to," he finished.
"Fine," I said. She just proved that she was better than me and that made me beyond angry.
"Still mad because she's better than you?" Grant taunted.
"No," I said, but their trained spies, they know when I'm lying. "You mad because your own sister beat the crap out of you in P&E?" I taunted him.
"I know she's better than me, I know that she always wins, I know that she knows things that I don't, and I know that she can do things that I can't. This is really hard for me to say, but I know that she's stronger than me. Everyone underestimates her because she's a girl, but what people don't realize is that, by doing that, she gets the upper hand, and she knows it to. It takes a big man to say this, but she could easily take on anyone at this school. I've seen her go up against my parents and Joe, and win,"
Wow, Cammie can do a lot more than I thought. The fact that she can get Grant to admit that she's better than him is amazing all by itself. Man, she can just make any guy melt in the palm of her hand with just her beautiful smile and a gorgeous deep shade of blue. The way she talks is like a choir of angels singing. I might be the only one that notices this, but I find it adorable the way she'll look at her surroundings, looking closely at even the smallest of objects when she's frustrated. My thoughts were interrupted by an angelic voice that I knew all too well.
"Awe, Grant, that was so sweet," Cammie said from the doorframe. "I'm really touched," she said while placing her hand over her heart.
She walked in and sat with her legs crisscrossed next to Grant on his bed. With he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, she leaned her head on his chest, and he kissed her forehead. Man, I wanted to be in Grant's place right now. What am I saying?! I can't thank that what about Cammie, she's Grant's sister. The rest of the night Jonas, Ryan, and I asked her questions about her missions. You could tell that Cammie and Grant were close. You could tell that they would do anything for each other and that Grant is very protective of her. At some point she left to go back to her own dorm and we all went to bed. I laid there motionless in bed for a while before I managed to fall asleep, when I came to a conclusion: I was in way over my head.
The next morning, I woke up a little too early for my taste, and couldn't go back to bed. I got up, got dressed, and went down to the P&E Barn. Just as I was about to step one foo into the barn, I heard a gunshot. Naturally, instinct took over, and I found myself racing towards the sound. Every five second another shot rang through the air, kind of like the bells that you'll sometimes hear come from the churched when two people get married. Within 2 minutes and 27 seconds I found the source of the gunshots. Cammie stood there, right in front of me, holding a gun. Since she's the best spy in the world, she knew I was there.
CAMMIE POV
I had gotten up early the morning after visiting the boys. I couldn't go back to sleep, so I went to the not-so-secret shooting range in the forest for us Gallagher Girls. The crisp leaves beneath my feet would've made a crunch noise every time my foot hit the ground, but being the spy/assassin that I am, they didn't. I had only been there for about 10-15 minutes, when I heard someone approach me. I didn't even turn to look at who was there because I already knew who it was. Zach.
"You know that I know that you're there, so come on out, I won't hurt you," I said, not looking in his direction, taking another shot at the target.
"I didn't know that you knew how to shoot," was all he said before taking one, precautionary step towards me. Probably think that I might shoot him. I took another shot.
"Don't worry, I won't shoot you. I wouldn't even shoot if you came out and tried to attack me," I said in a reassuring tone. He gave me a questioning look.
"I won't shoot because you're unarmed, and I don't roll like that. Plus, you're like my brother's best friend and what and of sister would I be if I killed you," I added with another shot.
"Put the gun down. When you do then, and only then, will I come over," he replied. I did as he asked because I really didn't want him to be scared of me, I mean, he's my brother's best friend for crying out loud. When he saw me put it on the ground, he casually walked over to me as if nothing had happened.
"I suppose you want an explanation for this, right?" I questioned. He nodded.
"Well what do you want to now first?"
"Who taught you how to shoot?" he asked.
I smirked, and simply replied, "My school." His eyes got wide at that statement.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he questioned.
"Quite curious, are we? You're the spy, you figure it out," I said. It took him like 5 minutes to figure it out.
"Gallagher isn't just a school for spies is it?" he asked.
"Nope," I said, popping the 'p'.
"You're an assassin aren't you," he stated, rather than questioned.
I said the one word that would probably make him not trust me for the rest of his life. With a smug smile I said, "Correct."
