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A. Disclaimer

B. Something about how hot Brad Pitt is

C. Something about how unhot Brad Pitt is because of his scraggly beard

D. All of the above.

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Chapter 11

Cammie POV

I rushed through the crowd careful to not go to fast and not to slow. I had to get away from here. I completed my mission but just barely. I knew at once who the guy was that was shooting at me. No it wasn't one of the guards and no it wasn't hotel security (although I doubt they even have security considering how unsecure the hotel really is). It was the guy from the desert.

How did I know that? Well I'm an assassin (which is basically a spy with high depth skills). Okay… I also would recognize those broad shoulders anywhere. But it is safe to say that I caught a glimpse of that guys face and it in no way reminded me of Zach. Therefore it will be so much easier to kill him. But then again if he did resemble Zach like his shoulders do then I'd still gladly take the shot. It would get out some pent up frustration. Kidding… kind of.

As soon as I got back to the office I quickly filled out my paperwork. It was basically a summary of how the mission went. It also wasn't on paper. We were to high tech for that.

I signed into the touch screen computer. It looked like a huge TV screen and it had a panel like an iPad that was the control device. I clicked on "My Missions" and clicked the most recent I was too complete. Then the Q&A part started.

Did you go undercover to the Venetian Hotel as Chrystal Chandelier and engineer a honeypot operation?

Yes.

Did you successfully complete your mission by killing the target known as Damien Spangler?

Yes.

Did you recover the codes that can activate the nuclear arsenal the target had distributed around the globe?

Yes.

Was your cover at any point blown?

No.

Were there any other problems during your mission?

No.

Are you excited for your date with Zach?

Ye— Wait.

What the heck? I heard a giggle behind me and turned around to see Liz with a huge grin on her face and her own control panel. I smiled as I realized she had hacked into the system and over wrote the question.

"Lizzie." I said warningly.

"I know I know. It's erased." I smiled. You might be wondering how Liz could hack into one of the most secure, if not the most secure, database in the world. If you are, then you obviously don't know our Liz. To be fair, she was the one who created the mainframe that Father Agency uses. That's how she got the job. She certainly didn't get it because of her passion of killing or her superior field skills.

"So…" She started looking at me with giddiness. "Tonight's the night! Your date with Zach!"

"Liz! Keep it down!" I shushed glancing around to see if anyone heard. I grabbed her and pulled her into my soundproof office. She looked at me a little confused.

"Why don't you want anyone to know?" I took of my wig and ran my fingers through my newly released hair.

"It's complicated Liz." Liz hoped up on my desk and crossed her legs.

"Well I love complicated!" She giggled. And that was true. She loved anything the least bit complex.

"But this isn't a code or a test." I reminded her. "This is about a boy, well a man now."

"Which is what I've been studying! It's the only thing I haven't mastered yet!" She said in frustration. "You would think that a girl who can solve a NASA satellite code and launch one of its satellites into space in under a minute could at least figure out the cumulative affect the Y chromosome has on the brain! That stupid molecular bit of DNA!"

I tried not to burst out laughing at Liz's rant. I mean hey, everyone has their own problems they have to deal with. Mine were along the lines of there are two men out there, one who I have to kill and the other who I want to date and also seriously injure. I sighed.

I looked over at the time. It was five now. I was meeting Zach at the restaurant at eight. I could go blow off some steam at the gym. Or see if Bex wants to spare. But just then someone walked through my office and I knew that I wasn't going to be able to do either of those things.

"Cameron Ann Morgan! It's makeover time!" And then Macey McHenry threw her head back and did an actual evil laugh. And I knew that if there was a thunderstorm out, lightening would have stroke at that moment. She cocked her hand on her hip.

"Miss me?" She purred. I smiled against my will. And I ran up to hug her. A part of me was relieved. In this line of work, any mission could be your last. So every time one of my friends went on a mission I was relieved when they came back unharmed.

I felt another strong pair of arms join our hug and then another that were, if possible, even stronger! So obviously Liz and Bex and joined our group hug. I felt the relief that everyone felt that Macey was home. But the moment was ruined when she pulled back and looked at me evilly and said,

"Let's go shopping!" My relief was washed away with terror. I let go and looked all around for possible escape routes. My eyes landed on the window. I contemplated jumping. There was an 83% chance I would live, which was much higher than if I stayed and underwent Macey's extreme makeover venture. But before I had the chance to run over to the window a strong pair of arms grabbed me.

"No you don't Cam." Bex's thick British voice whispered in my ear. I could have fought back but I couldn't guarantee there would have been severe injury so I let them pull me out of my office and force me into a car where we drove to the mall and I spent the next two hours of my life trying on dresses.

We finally settled on a cute, but a little too short in my opinion, navy blue dress. Macy called it "casual yet elegant" Bex called it "hot with a side a nice" and Liz only gaped at how such little fabric cost that much money. Her mind frequently thought of numbers more than anything else. When she got over the shock she said it looked "great". But the one description that meant the most was when Zach's eyes lit up when he saw me and he described it as "beautiful."

I smiled when I saw him then quickly stopped. I remembered that I was mad at him. Even though he did look unbelievably hot in a green shirt that accented his eyes and his toned body (although I'm sure he could wear a potato sack and you'd still be able to see his muscles) and khaki shorts. I walked past him and started to walk into the restaurant when I felt his hand grab my arm. I was half tempted to flip him over but I practically melted when I heard his voice whisper in my ear,

"Where are you going Gallagher Girl?" I shivered involuntarily as his warm breath tickled my neck. Stop it Cammie! Be strong! He left you!

"To the restaurant." I tried to snap but my voice shook a little.

"Where else?" I added a little more venomously then before. He seemed to have heard the anger because he paused for a moment. Then he spoke.

"You know Gallagher Girl, assuming is never a good thing for a spy." I spun around.

"Well I'm not a spy anymore." I'm an assassin I added in my head. He just smiled a sad smile and I felt a little bit of my anger fade away.

"Oh right." It looked like he wanted to say something but he didn't. So I spoke instead.

"Well are we going to go eat or not?" He looked at me curiously.

"Did becoming normal make you lose your patience too?"

"I'm just tired of your crypticness!"

"You're cute when you're angry." Was his smirking reply.

"Well I'm about to be drop dead gorgeous if you don't stop being so secretive." He cracked a smile and I couldn't help but smile a little too.

"Let me be secret for just a few minutes more. It's a surprise where we're going." He took out a blindfold and looked at me pleadingly. There were a million reasons why I should have said no. Letting someone voluntarily blindfold you is about the worst mistake a spy can make. It's also a stupid thing for anyone, let alone a spy, to do. You're basically entrusting your welfare into the person with the blindfold. Not to mention I could barely walk in these heels by myself. Now I would have to trust Zach to guide me in them? But as soon as I looked into his piercing emerald eyes I knew I was going to say yes. Because when I looked into them, I saw the person Zach Goode. The Zach Goode who saved my life on multiple occasions. The Zach Goode, who like me, knew what it was like to be alone. The Zach Goode who kissed me and held me. Looking into his eyes, I saw the Zach Goode who I knew would die before letting anything happen to me. The Zach Goode who loved me.

So I nodded my head and then the world went dark as he tied the blindfold around my head. He gently tied the knot and I felt his hand stroke my hair. I resisted the urge to lean back against his strong body.

"Were going to start walking now." All of a sudden my spy senses were in hyper drive. It's amazing how much you can realize about the world around you even if you're eyes are closed. It's like your body knows that one of your senses are down so it hypes up all your other ones so you don't miss a thing.

I could hear a young couple walking out of the restaurant. They were whispering cute things to each other. All of which I could hear. I could smell Zach's cologne. I blame my overdriven senses for continuously smelling Zach. It's not my fault that my body was strongly attracted to the smell. I totally blame my senses. I could feel the pressure of Zach's hand on mine and his other on the small of my back. I knew that we had walked a few feet. I somehow sensed we were stepping off of a ledge before Zach said anything.

"Alright Gallagher Girl. We're going to get into my car." I heard the car door open and I moved as Zach lightly pushed me into the seat. I felt Zach's body heat as he leaned over me and strapped my seat belt on. He probably took longer than he needed to but I didn't complain because the heat radiating off of his body felt so good.

"Now you're safe." His warm breath caressed my face. I breathed in his scent and sighed. I heard him chuckle. He walked over to the other side and I felt the weight of the car shift as he got in. He started the car and the engine was low and smooth. From the soft leather interior and the low growl of the engine I could deduce that we were in a very nice car. Perhaps a Lamborghini Gallardo? I voiced my idea and I heard Zach chuckle.

"I knew you could never stop being a spy." I blushed. I wasn't staying in cover! The rest of the short ride, 6 minutes and 47 second, two right turns and one left, I was quiet. I heard the car stop. I heard Zach get out and felt the weight of the car shift again. Then my door opened and Zach helped me out. All of a sudden smells and sounds started to hit me like lightening.

I smelled greasy foods and heard joyful screams. I heard cranks and whooshes. I knew where we were even before Zach took of my blindfold.

OMG where are they! And why!

Why am I so mean and leaving it like this?

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