I tore down the hall angrily. Mr. Solomon was following after me, but we were going to VERY different places. I was going to my room; he was going to his CoveOps class.

"Cammie, I would really appreciate if you joined us," Mr. Solomon said quietly.

"Why? So I can learn one of the rules that apparently don't apply to you!?" I snapped.

Mr. Solomon looked stung. "Cammie. Those rules DO apply to me," he said. "I-I just made some mistakes early in my life."

"So said all the terrorists who then killed a bunch more people, INCLUDING the person they said that too," I growled. "You're just like them; you're a Gallagher Academy terrorist."

"I DID NOT DESTROY BILLIONS OF LIVES!" Mr. Solomon roared. "I just hurt you Cammie."

"No, you destroyed MY life! My mom's probably gonna get herself KILLED in the process of taking out a few Circle of Cavan members. My father already died! And they're searching for ME."

"Cameron Ann Morgan!" Mr. Solomon bellowed. He wasn't my father's friend; he was my CoveOps teacher. And he was MAD. "You WILL go to CoveOps class if YOU DO NOT WANT TO GET EXPELLED!"

I knew I couldn't get expelled. Whether my mother died or not, I knew she would be disappointed if I got expelled from school at this point in the game. As a JUNIOR. I was probably destroying a bunch of lives if I got expelled, because if I became a spy, I could potentially save a lot of lives.

"Fine," I murmured. I walked into the CoveOps elevator. "But DON'T expect me to like it."

"I don't," Solomon replied.

We entered to a room of gabbing teens. Obviously, the girls in them had forgotten that spies had to be deathly silent and always aware. Right now, they were the exact opposite. They hadn't even noticed Mr. Solomon behind them. What had happened to their instincts?

Finally, Mr. Solomon cleared his throat. It was pretty loud for a throat-clear since it caught all their attentions. Even a HIGHLY trained spy wouldn't have been able to hear anything normal-toned under the din of speaking. Everyone snapped their heads to the back and saw me and Mr. Solomon.

"Hi, Mr. Solomon!" Macey said, ever-bright. Oops, did I forget to mention? Macey passed to Sublevel two. Lemme channel a Liz: Oopsy daisy.

"Macey." He nodded his head stiffly at her. I knew he was still pondering what happened. I settled in my seat and I was immediately asked for the gossip.

"What were you doing with Mr. Solomon?" Tina asked me pretty loudly. Mr. Solomon looked up at me and I could tell by his face that he was VERY afraid that I would expose his secret. He also looked like he'd kill me if I did just exactly that.

"I was... talking about stuff," I said mysteriously, grinning at them and tossing my hair. I might as well make it seem as if we had a little flirting session. I could TOTALLY work this to my advantage.

"You'll tell us later, right?" Bex whispered to me a few minutes later, after all the jealous girl-glares and the "You are soooo lucky!" speech.

"I'll tell YOU later," I whispered back. "The others don't know yet."

"Gotcha," Bex whispered back.

"Cameron, Rebecca, please be quiet," Mr. Solomon said, not tearing his eyes from his computer. "Ladies, we are going to have a pop quiz sometimes soon. Are you PREPARED for a pop quiz?"

"Yes," we all chirruped like good little spy students.

"Good, because it's coming soon. Dismissed." Mr. Solomon grinned. "Oh, and Cameron? Can you stay?"

All the girls gave me jealous glares again and Bex grinned and mouthed "TELL ALL."

As soon as the door closed, Mr. Solomon turned a deathly gaze on me.

And said, "Cameron, I'm going to kidnap you."