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I screamed. I usually don't get scared; but when a terrorist organization is out for your life and a person shows up in your bedroom at two in the morning, you tend to get scared. A dark tall shadow was standing at the foot of my bed, shaking me awake. The light turned on and I saw Macey pointing a gun at my father. He stared at her in shock as she lowered the weapon.
"Macey. A gun?" He said in disbelief.
Macey pressed her ear. "No threat. It's her father. Affirmative."
My dad sat on the bed, and seemed to recover a little too quickly. "I missed you kiddo."
I crept toward him and put my arms around him. "I missed you too. Where's mom?"
I wasn't too excited about seeing my mom, considering the fact that whatever secret she had was endangering my life, but in a way I was concerned for her.
"There's something I need to tell you Cammie." He began. Macey appeared and urged my father to go on.
"Your mother is involved in very bad things." He started, but I waved it off.
"I already know she's involved with the Circle. What exactly is she doing? Why do they want to kill me?" I asked.
My dad shook his head. "We give them money. Very large amounts of it. I don't know what the Circle is working to do or how they use it. A few years ago, we stopped giving them money. I wanted out, and ever since then, they've been after you."
Macey stood up. "Matthew, where's Rachel?"
Dad looked so sad. "She disappeared. We were overseeing some filming in Somalia and she never came back after she left for the restroom."
I didn't even cry. My mom was missing and I didn't cry. Maybe it was because I knew she could still be alive. There was still a chance I would see her again. I didn't have the right to cry. Not when I had the power to bring her back. I had to do something, but I didn't know what. I could ask Macey to help but she'd probably tell me to let her take care of it. I couldn't do it on my own and I didn't know anyone else that knew my situation that would actually help. No one knew but Zach.
The thought of asking Zach for help was plausible. I didn't want to go crying to Zach with my problems but I had no one else to go to. Out of all of my friends, the only person that would understand was Zach. I tried really hard not to romanticize that thought.
My dad grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I finally occurred to me that he hadn't even asked Macey for explanations. He had probably known the CIA had been watching us. I was angry about that. Everyone always felt the need to keep secrets from me. Me, who always wanted to know what was going on. He got up and walked to presumably his bedroom around the corner. Making sure he was not going to come out, I snuck downstairs and out the door. But of course, my house had to be surrounded by highly trained CIA operatives so someone was bound to notice.
"Going somewhere, Ms. Morgan?" Chef Dabney asked. Now this shocked me. My personal chef was a spy. Then I giggled. How many people get to say their personal chef is actually a spy?
"You're good. I wouldn't have guess you would be CIA." I told her.
She shook her head. "My dear, Cameron, that was the point. And thank you for the compliment dear. You actually reminded me of something Joe once said."
"What did he say?" I asked.
Macey cut in. "I've been doing this stuff for eighteen years, and I'm still breathing so that means I know what I'm doing. And whatever I do, I do it good."
I actually laughed. That sounded so much like something Zach would say. "How long have you known Solomon."
"He was a teacher at Gallagher. So six or seven years." Macey answered.
"What, do they teach you how to be a spy there?" I joked.
Macey nodded slightly, and all traces of humor were gone now. I couldn't believe there were actually places where you could go to school and learn the tricks of espionage. If it were something that I could learn, then I wanted to. I didn't want to be helpless, while my mother was out there being held captive by the Circle. I couldn't just leave it to the professionals. I felt a deep need to be out there and fighting for her too.
"Where were you going anyway?" Macey asked.
I looked down and blushed. I would have to tell her the truth. Macey would be able to detect a lie using her unknown skills.
"To see Zach." I mumbled.
She wore a self satisfied smirk and seemed to be trying extremely hard not to laugh. Before I could really convince her to let me go, she turned around and opened to driver's side of the Jeep.
"Get in." Macey called.
I breathed a sigh of relief and hurried around to the passenger side, and climbed in. Zach had given me his address when we had first met at the charity event. Grateful I had kept it, I realized it wasn't too far from Tina's house. Macey made it there in ten minutes. She ushered me to the front door and told me she was doing a surveillance sweep.
I knocked. No one came, so I knocked louder. The door swung open to reveal a very irritated Zach Goode. Even so, I thought he looked a little happier to see me. Or maybe it was my imagination because I wanted him to be happy whenever he saw me.
"What's up Cam?" He asked, voice thick with sleep. "Do you realize it's three in the morning?"
I stepped in without waiting for an invitation. This was an urgent matter and it didn't feel like it was just a suggestion anymore. I was going to make it happen.
"I need help." I asked, putting the right amount of desperation in my voice.
He sat down on a leather couch and patted the space next to him. "What's wrong?"
I sat and he put his arm around me. I leaned into him. "My mom's missing. She disappeared in Somalia last night. We think the Circle took her."
He started rubbing circles on my arm. The skin there flushed with pleasure. "Did you tell Macey? Is the CIA working on it?"
I pulled back slightly. "Yes. They're working on it but…What?"
He smirked at me and looked at me thoughtfully. "You want to take action. You want to be involved. I'm in. By the way, nice pajamas."
My eyebrows must have shot up in surprise at his understanding for my need to take control of the situation. Then I looked down at myself. I was wearing pink Barbie pants, and green tank top. It didn't even match. I flushed with embarrassment and tried to see if I could make fun of his clothing. But he was wearing a pair of gym shorts and a blue T-shirt. I frowned. There was nothing about him that I could attack. It was like he was perfect.
He stood up, with a smirk and so did I, but without that expression of arrogance. "Come back tomorrow, Cam. Get some sleep. I happen to know someone who can help us."
Without thinking, I stepped forward and hugged him. "Thank you for helping me."
He stroked my hair and all the way to my lower back. "Go Cammie. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."
And so I left with an excitement of what tomorrow would bring, what I would learn, and most importantly work on getting my mother back. All we had to do was not get caught.
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