Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Ally Carter, 'cause she's just so amazing. (You know, except for the amazing Anderson Taylor.)

Chapter 10

Liz turned around, just to check if they were coming.

"Guys."

Bex and Macey were staring down at Zach and Cammie, tears welling in their eyes.

Liz tapped them on the shoulders.

"What?"

"Look at the big screen. Where have you seen that reporter before?"

"Which one?"

"The one right behind Cammie."

"What reporter-"

"The reporter with a gun sticking out of his coat."

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Anderson stood with Jonas.

"Hey, Jonas? Do you see that reporter behind Cammie?"

"What?" Jonas focused on where Anderson was looking.

"He has a gun, man."

Jonas froze, then grabbed Anderson and started pushing him out of the stadium.

"Come on. We're going to get Cammie and her friends."

"Cammie has friends?"

Cammie stood in front of Zach, completely oblivious to her friends madly rushing to her. All she focused on was the boy in front of her.

"Zach?"

He didn't reply.

And that killed her.

She stood her ground, not moving, her face completely emotionless.

Zach on the other hand, was quite conflicted.

Was this some kind of sick joke? This girl, who's been avoiding him for the past three weeks, finally asks him if he still cares about her. Zach couldn't believe it. So maybe, just maybe, that's why he ran. He tore across the football field, leaving Cammie standing there, broken-hearted.

That pretty much crushed all hope that Zach would ever win Cammie back. Cammie walked out of the stadium, only to be grabbed by her friends (and her yet-to-be-discovered twin brother), and stashed into a white van.

Zach walked into the woods, thinking about her.

Cammie fingered all her belongings in the back of the van, which had been in her room not twenty minutes ago. She glanced out of the window, and saw the fading city of Roseville. Questions raced through her mind, a million thoughts per second.

Why did Zach run away instead of answering?

Did he still love her?

Where was she going?

Why wasn't anyone talking to her?

What was Anderson doing here?

Why were her friends whispering?

Why couldn't she whisper with them?

Why was there a black car following them?

Zach stepped into school the next day, quite cautiously. He didn't want an angry Macey McHenry to stab him with a mascara brush. He also didn't want an explosive Rebecca Baxter to cut his head off and hang it in her room either.

They weren't there. Neither was Cammie or Jonas.

They weren't there the next day.

Or the next.

Or the next.

Zach had to admit, he was pretty freaked out. How could four people just… disappear? No one else at the school knew who they were. He was serious. Zach had asked every damn person at that school if they knew a Macey McHenry, or Bex Baxter, or Cammie Morgan, or a Jonas Anderson. Nothing. No one knew who they were. Grant didn't even know.

"What cousin? My parents were only children. I don't have a cousin, Zach. And here I thought you were my best friend, who knew me like the back of your butt."

And that was pretty creepy.

Everyone thought that Zach had gone crazy. Cuckoo, nuts, out-of-his-mind. But Zach wasn't crazy. Those four people were real, and something weird had happened. Something that was totally unrealistic, near-impossible, and unbelievable.

But it was something that was real. Very real.

And Zach wanted answers. Answers to his questions. Answers to his doubts. Answers about Cammie.

Maybe that's what made him leave.

Maybe that's why he realized he had to pave his future for himself. Not with the help of his mother, who needed space from Zach and his problems because of her coming twins. Zach finally realized, in the middle of his junior year, standing on the spot where he threw the winning touchdown, what he was meant to be.

A spy.

Yes, it was crazy. It was completely, irrevocably, and absolutely the most insane decision he had ever made. It had to be done. He had to know what happened. Yeah, a lot of people might ask why he didn't become a detective or policeman. Those same people don't know the further meaning of Zach's choice.

Once upon a time, Zach had a grandfather. That grandfather's name was Michael Goode. Michael Goode was a spy. Actually, he was a very good one. He was known throughout the CIA as the best spy ever. And throughout the CIA, every agent knew how Michael Goode had died.

It was on a mission, obviously. Michael was tracking down an infamous drug dealer in the Czech-Republic. He and his partner, some girl named Cameron, were on a helicopter, going to arrest that drug dealer, when the plane was shot down. Michael and Cameron both died.

Zach still had Michael's old journal, which he had written in on the day he died. Zach could not push that one line out of his head.

'They know I'm here. They're coming for me. I know it. I found it. That guy. His business- it's a family one. I'm a liability now. I've told Cam so many times to leave me, because I'm a hazard to this mission. She refused. Figures, girls. I'll never understand them.'

Zach had to finish his grandfather's mission. He had to find them people that killed him. He didn't want his grandfather's legacy to end just like… that. He wanted to do this. He needed to do this. Yeah, it was wrong to leave his mom like that, but his dad would be back in a week, and he was sure that his mother would be cared for.

So, less than 24 hours later, Zach was driving his car to Washington D.C., wanting answers. He wanted to continue his grandfather's legacy. He had to. So, he drove. And he drove, on and on, for four hours, from Roseville, at 3:30 in the morning. He drove. Zach just drove, focusing on the road, intent on his goal.

His goal to become a spy.

A/N: I know, I know, I know! I'm horrible! I haven't updated in like a week! I know, hate me for it. And… honestly? I never said this story was no spies. Honestly! I swear! I never, ever, ever, ever said that! I know this was really short, but I needed a filler chapter!

OHMYLORDS! SAN FRANCISCO IS GOING TO THE SUPER BOWL! We better win. Seriously. I will start a riot if we lose. I know. I'm a girl, and I loooooovvveeee football. Please don't be biased. Girls are just like guys. Besides, Sports are like, half my life. Go Niners!

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