For the next couple of days we laid low, moving from hotel to hotel in the city, losing tails and staying off the radar. It was a boring few days, and it wasn't until the evening of the third day, when Zach and I were sitting in our fifth room in five days, when I proposed a change in our course of action.

"Zach,"

He looked up from his laptop to meet my eyes. "What is it?" He asked.

"We need to do something about this. We know where they meet. We know who they are. We need to confront them! I can't just keep hiding. We haven't even found out anything useful, and-"

"Hold on, Gallagher Girl. What exactly do you expect us to do? Just waltz in there and do what?"

"Well, I just want to do something! I mean, obviously, we wouldn't just walk in. I mean we could get in without them noticing, you know, maybe find out, I don't know, why they want to kill us?!" I raised my voice at the end, frustrated.

Zach got up, walked across the room and stood to face me. He put his hands on my shoulders and looked down into my eyes.

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"I can't just sit and wait, Zach." I whispered.

"It's not safe, Gallagher Girl."

"It's not safe for us to sit here without knowing anything about what we're facing!" I argued.

Zach looked at me, and saw the emotion in my face. After a second of thinking, he said "You're right. We need to do it. We'll go in the morning."

"Really?" I gasped, surprised. I hadn't expected him to agree so quickly.

"Yes, really. It'll be tough, but I think with a decent plan and a level head, we'll be able to get some information out of them."

I grinned broadly and threw my arms around him. He laughed, and hugged me back.

When I pulled away, my smile faded quickly when I realized how elaborate our plan had to be.

"So..." I whispered.

"So what?" Zach asked.

"What's the plan, exactly?"

"Well, given that we don't have a map of the place, we can't really plan our entrance, and we can't call anyone for backup, so we would have to split up."

"And, given our limited resources and knowledge of the target, we're just going to hope they aren't there when we come in."

"I don't know about you, Gallagher Girl, but I think that's the best and most thought out plan in all of history!" Zach said sarcastically.

I sighed. "We don't have much of a choice, you know. It's the best we've got."

"You're right, you're right."

And so, with our shabby excuse for a plan, we went to bed, hoping that, maybe, just maybe, in the morning we would have the unbelievable luck of having a successful mission.

I woke up at around nine to find the bed empty. I sat up and heard the shower, so I knew Zach had gotten up already.

I trudged to the mini fridge and pulled out an apple. I ate it while I waited for Zach to get ready.

I wasn't very confident about our spur of the moment plan. I wished we had more time to think of something better, but we were in a different kind of situation. The fake mission the CIA had sent us on was only a week long, and that time would expire soon, causing people to worry about us. When spies don't return from a mission on time, people assume the worst. So we had to solve the mystery of the organization trying to kill us all before the week was up. It was not an ideal situation.

Soon enough, Zach came out of the bathroom, dressed and ready. I went in and showered and dressed myself, and, half an hour later, we gathered our bags and headed for the lobby.

The drive into the city where the warehouse was took about an hour, because even though we weren't very far away, we hit the morning traffic rush.

When we got there, we parked the car a few blocks away from the warehouse, in an underground parking garage. Before we got out of the car, Zach looked at me.

"Are you sure about this, Gallagher Girl?"

I smiled at him. "I'm sure."

I needed answers, and I willing to do anything to get them.

We walked toward the warehouse, blending with the crowd. We both had guns hidden beneath our clothing, along with nicotine patches and comms hidden in our ears.

We went into the warehouse through a service door and quickly scoped out the place. Luckily, there was no one there. We split up and searched the four floors of the warehouse in hopes of finding clues. Zach went upstairs, and I stayed down.

There wasn't much inside. They were obviously very careful to hide their evidence.

I walked into the room with the huge dining room table where we had seen them meet last time. Again, there was nothing. The table was bare, the chairs were all sitting neatly in place, and you could barely tell anyone had even been there.

I walked around for a couple more minutes, until I came into a simple, bleak room that had nothing inside of it. There wasn't even a rug on the floor or lights on the ceiling. I ran my hand along the walls, looking for a secret passageway of some sort. My hand hit a little slit in the dry wall. Excited, I quickly pushed it, and the wall shifted to reveal a tiny, dark room that had three computers inside of it. They were all laptops, which I assumed made it easier to take them quickly in case of emergency.

I tried the hack into one of them, but I had no luck. I tried the other two and was just as unsuccessful. I sighed, exasperated. I knew I was pressed for time, so I just turned the laptop over and took out the hard drive. I was just taking out the hard drive from the second computer when I heard Zach's voice through the comm.

"Chameleon, they're coming. They've got grappling hooks on the roof and they're repelling up. Get out!"

I turned the third computer over and started taking out the hard drive quickly. "Where should we meet?"

I was met with nothing but silence. "Zach! Zach?"

I started to get worried, and stuffed the hard drives in bag. I turned to exit the room, and I started walking towards the exit when I heard someone coming down the stairs.

I pressed myself against the wall, but there was really nowhere to hide. I held my breath as the man came closer, but he noticed me anyway, even through the darkness.

"Well well. If it isn't the Chameleon." He sneered.

I said nothing, and simply pulled out my gun and pointed it at him.

He laughed. "You're not going to kill me."

"Watch me." I stated coolly, placing my finger on the trigger.

He furrowed his eyebrows and started to make a move on me, but before he could touch me, I shot him in the foot and ran up the stairs.

"Zach! Zach! Where are you?"

"I'm on the roof Chameleon! They're all gone from up here, and it's the best way out! Come on!"

"Coming!" I whispered as I made my way up the stairs.

I had almost escaped. I was running on the roof, climbing some old wooden steps to get to where Zach was on the highest part of the roof when my foot went through one of the rotted steps. I gasped in pain- I had hurt the same leg that had been injured years ago, when I was running from the Circle. I couldn't lose my lead on my pursuers, so I yanked my foot out of the rubble, ignoring the sharp stabs of pain, and ran to join Zach. He was busy reversing the direction of the grappling hooks the enemy agents had used to get up here, so he didn't notice me getting hurt. I kneeled down next to him and he looked over at me.
I stared at him, finally allowing myself to think that this could be the end. Some of my fear shone in my eyes.
Zach just looked back at me, never breaking eye contact, staring at me with understanding. He couldn't tell me things would be okay. They wouldn't. He couldn't promise me we would escape. That was still very uncertain. So instead, he stood up, offered me his hand, and pulled me to my feet.
"Do you trust me?" He asked.
I flashed back to that day in junior year when he said the exact same thing, in an all too similar location.
I nodded, and grabbed a hook, fastening it to my belt. He did the same.
I grabbed Zach's hand, and together we jumped to potential death.

We hit the ground running- literally. The cables from the grappling hooks didn't extend all the way to the ground, so we had to unhook ourselves four feet from the ground and jump. I tried to land on my good foot, but ended up losing my balance and collapsing on my hands and knees. I was only down for a second- I picked myself up and started sprinting after Zach. Normally, I would have been able to match his speed easily, but I did have a huge disadvantage, with a possibly broken ankle and all. So, without slowly down, Zach reached for my hand and half pulled me along. We ran in between buildings, staying out of sight, until we got to our car. I jumped into the passenger seat, slamming the door behind me. Before I knew it Zach had the car going almost as fast as it could go. Zach's hands gripped the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. I was on the edge of my seat, craning my neck looking in the mirror to make sure we weren't being followed. After about half an hour, when we got on the interstate, I allowed myself to relax slightly. That was a mistake. When I loosened up, my adrenaline went down, and I could feel the pain in my ankle again. I winced.
"Ow." I moaned softly.
I felt Zach's hand squeeze mine.
I smiled at him. "I'm fine."
Zach rolled his eyes at me, then turned his attention back to the road.
I took off my cardigan, ripped a strip from the bottom, and used it to wrap up my ankle. Then I tried to get some sleep so I could drive later.
After about ten hours, I woke up. I looked at Zach, and even though he didn't look like it, I knew he was exhausted.
"Pull over in that rest area over there."
He looked at me, startled. "I thought you were asleep."
Obviously, he a lot more tired than I had thought if he hadn't noticed I'd woken up.
"Just pull over."
We stopped a few minutes later.
"Alright, let me see it." Zach said.
"What?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"Your ankle, Gallagher Girl. Let me see."
I turned so that my ankle was on his lap. He poked and prodded it, twisting it and checking the movement. I gritted my teeth, but my ankle didn't hurt as much as the last time I had hurt it.
"Not as bad as last time you broke it. It's only a sprain, I think. And you actually wrapped it decently, Cams." He smirked.
"Good." I answered. "Then I'll be right back."
I headed to the washroom, testing out my ankle by putting some weight on it as I walked. It would be fine to drive, I decided, especially since it was the left one.
When I got back, I opened the door to the driver's side.
"Get out." I ordered. "You need to sleep."
"And let you drive?" Zach answered with a smirk. "I don't think so."
"Oh, shut up. I can drive." I grumbled.
My point was slightly disproven when I had to grab onto the car door to keep myself from falling- a person can only stand on one leg for so long.
Zach chuckled, but got out of the car anyway, walking over to the passenger's side.
As I drove out of the rest stop and pulled onto the highway, Zach leaned against the door and closed his eyes. I smiled- I was right about him being tired.