_CHAPTER 11_

I only had to wait 5 minutes for my parents to get there. They walked in, both with a hard look on their faces but they were holding hands. I could tell they had been fighting. Their eyes scanned the room until they saw me in the corner. They sat down at the table and waited expectantly.

"I'm sorry for how I acted. But we need to talk about this. You were going to send us to GB anyway and I eventually would have gotten missions anyway. I know you think this is a bit early but if the Director believes that I can do it than you should too. You're my parents. I want to be able to come to you after something happens at work like learning a new skill or something and not Macey like I have been since I found out. You guys need to understand that I'm not a kid anymore. I'm 15, practically an adult. I'm an official agent and I'm going on a mission to save Alex. I want you guys back as my parents. The parents you were before all this came up. The not overprotective, fun loving people you were." With each word I had sounded more and more confident up till the finish when my voice got softer.

"I don't like the idea of you going in there Charlie. Of all the people here I know what it's like I watched it go on for years before I could stop it," my hopes started to drop with each word that my dad said. "But, I trust you to be safe. If there's a chance that you could get seriously hurt, I want you to get out. If you find Alex take him and get him out with you. Use the word that we taught you, to know that you would always be safe when you were little."

It flashed back to me. When we were younger our parents always said Hey There Kid when they had someone else pick us up so we knew it was ok.

"Ok, I love you guys," they pulled me into a bone-crushing hug.

"Be safe," my mother whispered. And with that, I walked out of the room and back to my office.

I had trouble falling asleep that night. I lay there for hours until I eventually just put a napotine patch on myself so I could sleep. I woke up when my internal alarm went off telling me to get ready.

Standing up and stretching, I walked over to my closet and took the outfit Macey had chosen for "departure day." I unzipped the garment bag to find white ripped jean shorts, a dark blue v-neck shirt, the usual picture of hair, and my thin-strapped rainbows. My jewelry for the day was in a bag attached to the hanger. There was a bundle of bracelets there that related to things in my cover. Then I put in the earrings that Macey had provided. I loved the oversized pearls followed by the small diamonds for my second holes. Then there was a blue-jeweled ring that if you twisted the jewel, it turned into a laser cutter, like my mom's engagement ring. There was also an oversized necklace with a regular sized one that was a heart shaped locket with a picture of "Matt" and I inside. The initials M&B were carved in. It was identical to the locket Nick had given me just with new initials. I guess Macey wanted me to keep that part of myself with me; the way I wore my jewelry.

I put it on and did my hair and makeup for the day, following the picture. Macey included a note at the bottom of the picture: Hey Charlie, This will be the look for your makeup for the rest of the mission. Do your hair like I would. XX Mace.

I put my toiletry bag and make up bag in the small bag attached to one of the suitcases that Macey had packed for this mission and dropped it all down the mission shoot in my office. Liz and Jonas invented this. You put your stuff in and it sends it through the building to the mission departure wing so you don't have to carry it.

I walked out the door of my office and locked it behind me, right on schedule. Nick walked up to me in his Departure Day clothes and we headed out to the Mission Departure wing of the CIA so we could leave for what would be the hardest part of our lives.

Hey guys, sorry it has been so long. I'll update again on Tuesday and go back to that schedule. Also, if anyone has any ideas for the story, please tell me them so I can try to incorporate them!

Here is a preview for Chapter 12:

I walked into the room of the prisoner I was supposed to be "interviewing." There were two people sitting in this room.

There was a man, I couldn't tell his age, but his long dark brown hair was matted with blood in the corner of the room. I couldn't make out his face.

Then in the middle of the room there was a woman who I could tell had once been beautiful. Her porcelain doll skin had gashes in places and her hair had blood in it but you could still see the original blonde in it. She looked up as I entered the room and gave me a once over. Her face remained emotionless but as I looked at her I couldn't put my finger on it. She looked so familiar. I looked down at the file, seeing who these people were and what we wanted from them today. I saw the names on the sheet and froze on the inside.