A/N: So, I went back and changed the last chapter just a little with the help of a review by Gallaghergirl396. Basically, Saniyah never determined Cammie as her tail, but instead thought Kim was her tail. But Cammie still can't follow Saniyah. Thanks for all your reviews!
Disclaimer: I am not Ally Carter, and I do not own the Gallgher Girl Series. Not now, not ever.
I sat in bed a few nights after our Cov Ops mission. It scared me that I had not seen Cammie. Usually I knew right away. When I turned, I saw every tail.
But Cammie the Chameleon has that name for a reason.
She's good. Really good.
And by the end of the year, the CIA would be begging her to take a job.
I was glad she was on my side.
Yet, I couldn't explain to my room mates why I was so off for a few days. I couldn't say that for me, if I couldn't spot a tail, I'd die. (Which is somewhat true for every spy.) That I'd been on missions. I'd been on a mission where my partner couldn't spot a tail, and my partner was captured by the enemy and was killed.
But everyone was kinda off afterwards. It was senior year after all. We had to get good, or get dead. Period.
But I couldn't reassure them a little and say that I'd been on missions where the enemy was not nearly as good as they were.
"I never saw you," I told Cammie since her bed was rather close to mine.
"Then why couldn't I follow you?" That made me feel a lot better. In fact, I think I took my first full breath since that night.
"I saw Kim."
I heard her breathe for the first time too.
When I fell asleep that night, I had my favorite dream. But it didn't end with the funnel cake and the Ferris wheel.
We get off the Ferris wheel and while he goes to the "bathroom", and I go over to a game booth, and try to win a prize. I fail. The guy next to me, one of our targets, offers to show me how to aim the toy gun a little better. It works, I win a small bunny toy. He says he has a real gun nearby I can practice with, and he takes me to the undercover bomb factory we had been looking for. I take pictures with the necklace around my neck. After a little while, I trll him I really do have to go.
I'm on my way back to meet my partner at the ferris wheel when I see him and a girl tailing him. "You've got a tail," I tell him.
But he doesn't answer. The signal is out.
So I call him on my cell phone. He picks up, and I can breathe again. "Hey!" he says, "Where are you?"
"I'm at the thing where you lift the hammer and try to ring the bell. But the lights on it are kinda toasty. You should come try though. I've noticed if you hit it at the tail then you hit the bell and the toasty lights flash."
But there is no answer. I look down, and my phone is dead.
The tail is getting closer to him, and there were so many booths she can push him into, and then who knows what. So I run to him. I call his (code) name. Afterall, isn't that what other people do when they find someone in a crowd? But the tail notices, and with a few long strides she reaches him, and places a patch on his arm. He turns around, and grabs her arm with an indestructible grip and drags her with him. I reach to take the patch off his hand, but it's too late. He passes out. The girl and I precede to fight, and I knock her out. A large man comes and picks my partner up and even though I kick him where it hurts he kept going. I try to follow, but by then a police officer nearby has come to arrest me.
At the police car, I kick the officer to the ground where he conveniently hits his head and passes out. As I was run blocks and blocks to where the black SUV that holds the rest of our team my comms unit starts working again.
"Who do you work for?"
"I don't work for anyone," his voice comes through.
"Do you work for the United States?"
"I don't work for anyone."
"England?"
"I've told you, I don't work for anyone!"
There are screams. His screams. And over them I hear a man's booming voice shouting, "Israel? France? Kuwait? Tell me who you work for!"
"I don't work for anyone," he breathes raggedly. I run faster. Harder.
"Fine! Who was that girl with you?"
"Just some girl I met at the fair." I cross streets with cars that squeal to a stop and honk their horns with drivers that shout and shakr their fists.
"What's her name?"
"Anoosha." I see the SUV. I just have one more street to cross.
"What's her real name?"
"That is her real name!"
"You're lying!" I am so close to the SUV, I'm crossing the street when- BAM! A car hits me. I hear screams. His screams. My screams. The screams from the people on the sidewalk. I hear a loud booming voice. "Tell me her name! What's her name?! I know you know! Tell me your girlfriend's name! Tell me!"
I'm crying. I'm crying from my head that is splitting with pain from my heart that is bleeding. My team comes out of the SUV, and pulls me into the back seat telling the concerned driver and bystanders they'll take me to the hospital.
"She's not my girlfriend, and I've already told you her name."
"We'll never get anything out of you," the man says gravely.
There is a shot. A shout of pain. A pause, "Who do you work for?" There is no answer. Another shot. Another shout of agony. Another pause, "What is her name?" Again there is no answer. My rib cage feels as if it will explode. I feel like I'm drowning. One last gun shot. "Go do something with the body."
My eyes snapped open. I felt wet tears on my face.
A/N: So the ball is out, but any other suggestions that involve meeting Blackthorne boys? Because I have a plan to introduce a new one, I just don't really know how. Review please!
