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Okay sorry it took long to update but here you go! I'm so excited because this story is just fitting together so nicely. Unfortunately no one was close to what's actually going to happen on the date but that makes it better because then you guys will be more surprised! (Although I did LOVE everyone's ideas!) You can still guess because I won't be posting the date chapter until tomorrow!

You guys are all spies so I don't have to tell you that I don't own Gallagher Girls or Mr. And Mrs. Goode.

Chapter 10

Zach POV

Grunt! I sent another punch swiftly contacting my target. I heard him groan and used that millisecond advantage to do a side sweep kick. The target fell over and tried to swing his legs as if to trip me. However I was faster. I dodged his legs and sent another kick to his torso. He balled up in pain. I then picked him up and threw him across the room. He hit against the wall and slumped unconsciously to the floor. I grunted as I relaxed my fighting position. I had won yet another fight. I heard clapping.

"Nicely done man." Grant whistled. "Someone's a little tense." He added. I walked over to him and took a swig of water.

"Don't start or you'll be next." I threatened.

"Uh oh! Someone's nervous about tonight!" Grant taunted. I quickly grabbed him in a death lock and whispered in his ear.

"I'm not nervous and you're not going to be alive if you say anything more about it." I released Grant. The next thing I knew Grant flew past me singing,

"Zachy loves Cammie! Zachy loves Cammie!"

"Grant!" I shouted running after him leaving the "dead" humabot behind. I was half laughing and half ready to kill Grant as I followed him into the headquarters room. I nearly smacked into him as he stopped suddenly.

"What the hel—" I was cut off when I followed Grant's gaze. Standing in front of us was Mother herself. Suddenly the temperature of the room lowered a few degrees. She stared at both of us with cold eyes. Everyone else stopped what they were doing and watched us uneasily. Her dark lips finally spoke.

"Agent Newman. Agent Goode." She greeted us curtly.

We stood taller and tried to look serious. But the only thought that was running through my mind was "Does she know?". She stood there glaring down at both of us. My heart was racing like I just ran a marathon. I'm sure my eyes were dilated and I was sweating in all three stress spots where people tend to sweat when they're nervous. But I didn't care. I had to know if she knew. And plus I knew that even though I was a wreck on the inside, my exterior remained calm. It always does. A perk of being a Goode. She turned her cold black eyes toward me and smiled evilly.

"Agent Goode," She started. Yup she definitely knows. I swear if she so much as looks at Cammie, I'll—

"You have a mission." Oh.

"A mission?" I repeated more relieved than confused. Maybe she doesn't know.

"Yes. Today at four there will be a meeting at the Venetian Hotel. Arms dealers from across the world will be there. One person in particular is causing a lot of interest. His name is Damien Spangler."

"So do you want me to kill him?" I asked getting straight to the point. Mother however just smiled a hallow smile.

"No, fortunately someone else is going to do that for us." I looked at her confused until what she was saying finally sunk in.

"Father Agency?" I asked annoyed. Those chicks were always stealing our targets. She smiled but it wasn't a happy smile. But then again, nothing about her personality screamed happiness.

"Yes. You're mission is to go to the meeting and kill the agent from Father Agency." I nodded curtly. My pulse rate started to lower when it became clear that this meeting was only about a mission. Although it still was odd that Mother presented herself just to tell me I had a mission. Usually she sends over a file and doesn't even talk to us.

"How will I know which one is her?" I asked. She looked at me coyly.

"What business would a woman have with influential men...?" Ah. I knew what to look out for. Well if that was all we were going to discuss I started to turn away.

"Agent Goode?" She called stopping me in my tracks.

"There is another reason I came. I was curious to know your progress on your latest mission. Have you found the person from the desert?" She asked in a casual way but I could hear the tone she had underneath. It was almost as if she was taunting me. I turned back around to see her polishing her gun. I tensed ready to fight if she was going to try and kill me. However she just held the gun playfully. I got the message loud and clear. If I didn't find the person from the desert, she would kill me without hesitation.

"When I'm finished today, I'll be one closer to killing the real agent." She seemed pleased by my answer. She got up to walk away.

"It was nice chatting boys. But I'm afraid I have other people to kill." I didn't doubt it.

She finally left the room and you could physically hear everyone's collective sigh of relief. We might be a bunch of assassins but when it comes to Mother, we were all pansies.

Grant looked over me and smiled.

"Whew! That was close!" I felt like clogging him over the head but I was too relieved to do any damage.

"Yeah." I muttered. Then I got down to business. "Jonas, how's the plan for tonight going?" I looked over at Jonas and saw his face light up.

"Operation Win Cammie's Heart is a go!" He said in hushed whispers. I rolled my eyes. Jonas might be a freaking genius but he was no spy. A really spy never would have said that out loud no matter how much he whispered. But secretly I was relieved that everything was set for tonight. It was going to be… magical. Well hopefully Cammie will think it is.

I didn't want to think of Cammie or tonight or the fact that Mother was here and was breathing down my back to find the agent from the desert. No, I didn't want to think of anything like that right now. I had a mission that I couldn't be distracted from. I quickly walked over to the armory (the place where we store all of our weapons and disguises for missions). Since I could have been I. it was a requirement that when I go on missions I disguise myself so I'm not recognized. I then looked through the assorted weapons I had. I looked at the long range Machine guns. Would I need to kill her from afar I thought while glancing at a beautiful MP5A2. Or would it be more close range? I eyed a P7M13. Better play it safe and go with the Pardini PC/GT45-5. It was durable, sturdy and always killed nicely. I smiled. I was ready for a mission. Anything to take my mind off of everything else.

Venetian Hotel 1500 Hours

I walked into the hotel with confidence. The secret was to act like you belong. I was wearing a smart looking suit, a wig and a pair of glasses with colored contacts underneath. I looked sort of like Jonas, if Jonas had as big of muscles as me. But the important thing was that I was unrecognizable. I walked through the lobby and stepped silently on the elevator. No one seemed to notice that I had not checked in the hotel or that I was not with any large party of business suits. When you look rich no one bothers to think you're out of the ordinary. I smiled. People could be so clueless.

Like the fact that the hotel thought their security measures were good when the truth was there was a roomful of arms dealers on floor twenty. This means their cameras were obviously tweaked so that the hotel security couldn't see or hear what was being said. And also I had just walked through the hotel carrying a gun. Obviously there were no weapons scanners upon entry. Not that I didn't have ways of avoiding those scanners.

I stopped at the 19th floor and got off walking purposely to one of the hotel rooms. Now if you aren't an ignorant spy, or if you have common sense, you would realize that yes I know the room the meeting is being held is on the twentieth floor. You would also know that if I just walked out of the elevator on the twentieth floor I would be dealing with a lot more guards and therefore a lot more people I would have to kill. So basically I was being conservative by picking the lock of room 202 and climbing into the ventilation system.

I rolled my eyes at how easy it was to fit in the vent. Do hotels purposely make vents big enough to hold grown men? If you ask me, the hotel is just begging for spies to infiltrate it. I crawled through the dusty darkness occasionally looking at my watch which had the ventilation blue prints on it so that I knew where I was.

I crawled around for a little longer until I heard voices. I knew I was above the room where Damien was. And I knew my target was in there. I peered through the vent and was amused by the scene I saw.

A very hot girl in a rather skimpy dress had Damien handcuffed to a chair blindfolded. I rolled my eyes at how easy it must have been to get him in the chair. I saw the dumb smile on his face as he thought he was about to get some. I couldn't see the woman's face but there was something familiar about the way she held herself. Then she spoke.

"Have you been a bad boy?" She taunted in a husky voice. The voice sounded painfully familiar but I couldn't place it. It was too well concealed. He nodded his head and oafishly replied yes. She rubbed something metal across his back. I could tell he was turned on but he didn't know that it was a gun.

"Selling nuclear weapons to terrorists does make you a bad boy." She whispered patronizing. I could see the look of confusion on his face and then pure terror. It didn't last long because she swiftly brought up the gun and shot him. And then I realized.

It was the girl from the desert.

I could tell by the way she held the gun and pulled the trigger which was the only part of her I'd been able to see before when I tried to aim at her with my rocket launcher. I quickly aimed my gun through the vents. As I shifted my position she looked up alarmed and shot at the vent. She turned away and made her way to the balcony. I quickly jumped through the vent and started shooting at her. She dodged the bullets like a seasoned professional. As she ran she shot over her shoulder. I was impressed by the way she could shoot without looking and still be close to her target.

I smiled as she reached the balcony. She had no place left to go. But she surprised me. She swiftly looked back at me and offered me a smirk. The she jumped.

I ran over to the balcony and saw her safely sailing down on a wire that was attached to her purse. I aimed to take shot and but to my dismay she disappeared into the crowd. I banged the wall with my fist.

"Damn it!" I screamed. I heard a little gasp and I looked over to the balcony next to mine where a young couple were staring at me and the gun I had in my hand with shock. They had probably just witnessed quite a scene.

"Good evening folks." I tipped my imaginary hat and walked back inside. I couldn't believe I let her slip away again! I looked around the room to see if there were any clues left behind. I knew there wouldn't be and wasn't the least bit upset that I didn't find any. This girl was good. But I had to be better. I had to be Goode.

Sooo what do you think? You guys thought he'd find out it was Cammie huh? Well don't worry that's coming later. Remember she was disguised and so was her voice. So was he. Plus during their little shoot out they couldn't really see each other's faces.

Okay so I really liked how one of the reviews told me what their favorite line was. So if you're up for it review and tell me your favorite line! Thanks!

Oh and the date scene is the next chapter (if everything goes well and that crazy imagination of mine doesn't run off again! )