Okay, this chapter is dedicated to Tash-splashx() (I hope that was spelled right...) because she gave me like a billion ideas and rereading her comment in my email inbox inspired me to update. So a big round of applause for Tash-splashx() (again, I don't think that's quite right...). She gets a virtual birthday cake. Everybody tell her thank you because without her I might not have taken advantage of my Labor Day three day weekend, which might be extended since there's a hurricane/ tropical storm coming. So anyways, on with the chapter!

Zach POV

I growled. Someone (okay, we all know who, so Cassandra- I refuse to call her my mother, maybe I'm in denial of it, I don't know, but it probably doesn't matter) had the nerve to take my Gallagher Girl from me. And when I get to them, they better be a fast runner because they will never see the light of day again. We got ready for the Welcome Back Dinner and walked downstairs.

I sat down and began to take a sip of my water when Tina Walters sat next to me. "So, Zach, is it true that you and Cam were living inside an octopus while working as double agents in the Circle for the CIA and you knocked her up and that's why she's not here?" she asked.

I choked and my water spewed across her face. "Why the hell would that be true, Tina?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Well is it?"

"No!" I screamed. I realized everybody in the Grand Hall was staring at us, including Cam's mom, aunt, overprotective godfather, and supposed dad. Great. Note sarcasm.

Mrs. Morgan took the podium. After they said the Gallagher pledge thing-y, she began a speech. "I see, ladies, that you have noticed one of your sisters is missing. She was not knocked up while living inside of an octopus. A week and a half ago, the Circle kidnapped her from inside Gallagher. The CIA has sent people searching for her, but she has yet to be found. Also, this is my husband, Matthew Morgan. I'm sure you have heard of him. Enjoy y-" She was cut off by the ringing of a cell phone. She pulled it out of her bra- awkward, I know- and I lip- read her side of the conversation.

"Director Zimlich? Is there any new information? … Yes, I remember. Are you saying you can access it currently?" After something the director said, she gasped and dropped the phone. When Mr. Morgan came over to see if she was okay, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the Grand Hall. "Meet us in Sublevel Twelve!" she yelled back to Mr. Solomon and Abby. They too ran out of the room.

Professor Buckingham came over and told us to continue eating.

Rachael Morgan POV

My mind was racing as I rode the elevator down to sublevel twelve. What was happening to my baby? Was she being hurt? Tortured? Probably. She had been there a week and a half, after all. As we reached our destination, I raced out of the elevator and saw Abby and Joe coming out of another one. I headed to one of the most secured, most top- secret computer in the world. It's firewalls are so tight that only Cammie has gotten past them. Yes, a seven- year old Cammie got past them, but she's different. And besides, she can get in without hacking now, so she doesn't really count. I got past all of the security checks and saw Director Zimlich's face. "Ah, Rachel. Abby, Joe, Matthew. Before yu look at the things I have to show you, there are many things you must know. First, and you might not see how this is relevant, but Cammie can dream the future. She found this out when she was six and told me. At age eight, she found Gillian Gallagher's private study and her journal. She found out many things, which I will tell you shortly. But now, I don't suppose Rachel told you that when Cammie was three, we implanted a mind- reading chip in her brain. Anything that goes through her head can be monitored on this computer and the one in my office. Whoever is watching will see, hear, and feel everything exactly as she does. Before I show you footage from the chip, let me tell you about the things she found in Gillian's journal.

"First of all, it said that Gillian herself could also dream the future. Her fifteenth direct descendant will be the reincarnation of herself. She will look like Gillian, have Gillian's amazing abilities, spy and otherwise, and be able to dream the future, just like Gilly. She will be the first Gallagher to go by that surname since Gilly herself, and must use it after age eighteen. Also, William Blackthorne was a pseudonym of Gillian's. They were one and the same. (AN: Pseudonym is one of my vocab words in English this week, and that's how I got the idea.) Also, before he went rogue and started the COC, Gillian and Ioseph Cavan were lovers. They had an affair, therefore direct descendants of Gilly/ Will were also direct descendants of Ioseph Cavan. She is the fifteenth descendant, the reincarnation of Gilly herself. She has known this since she was six. An amazing liar, isn't she?

" That leads me to the next thing I have to tell you. Cameron has been a full CIA agent since she was nine, and a double agent in the COC since the year after. To understand everything that has happened to her and is happening to her now, you must know this information.

"The last thing I have to say... it has recently come to my attention that Cam has been dreaming of her own death for almost three weeks. She usually dreams things about a month before they happen, so you have roughly about a week to save her and make sure that doesn't happen. After I show you the footage, I will give you her location to start a search and rescue mission. The first video is her dream, the second is what is currently happening to her. Nice speaking to you, I hope to see you, with Cameron, soon."

I almost fainted, and I was crying from shock, but I watched the footage anyways.

The pain surging from my leg- my whole body, actually- grew. It was bleeding more by the second. There is no way I'd be able to survive…

I'm going to die in this ditch.

"A fitting end for a traitor." a mystery man spat. I knew it- I mean, he- was a man because of the deepness of his voice, which was filled to the brim- no, overflowing- with hatred and disgust. I was confused. I tried my hardest to be a loyal person, and I would never betray my friends or family. Nor would I betray Gallagher, or the CIA, who I have secretly been doing field work for since my eleventh birthday. Only my mom knew I didn't really go to Nebraska on break, but on missions. But if I tried as hard as I did to be loyal, what was this man talking about? Who- or what- had I betrayed?

Who is that man? More importantly, who does he work for?

My vision is getting too blurry to see anymore. Why? What is that? Everything was fading to black, I'll admit, but I had a feeling that wasn't the only thing clouding my vision. What was it?

And then it came to me. Blood. All I can see is blood, fading to darkness. All I can feel is blood, pouring out of me in a dozen different places, soaking my limp body until it feels like the time my parents took me to the Atlantic Ocean when I was five. While I was swimming in the ocean. So that was a lot of blood. All I could taste was blood, left in my mouth after I had hacked up tons of it. All of my left ribs were broken from being kicked and thrown around, but the right ones, every single one of them, were shattered, thanks to being shot multiple times. The broken rib pieces had likely punctured at least one of my lungs, causing the blood hacking. All I could smell was blood. I was so overcome by the smell of my own blood it made me nauseous. It took all of my willpower to push down the nausea, knowing it would only cause me to lose more blood, because that would be the only thing making an appearance. Lastly, all I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears. Usually when people say that, their heart is beating really fast because they are scared to death. Don't get me wrong, I was scared to death. Or possibly of death. Was that what was happening to me? Because, scared as I was, my heart was barely beating. The pounding in my ears came slow, weak, and uneven. It beat unsteadily, once every sixteen point two seconds. Everything was completely black now. I realized with a start that it had taken me twelve minutes to come to that epiphany. I was dying, I realized.

AN: In case you are wondering about the POV there, it IS the same as I used for Cammie, and it IS Cammie that went through it, but like I said before, whoever is watching it will hear, see, think, and feel everything exactly like Cammie. Okay? Is that confusing? Essentially, it is Rachel's POV, it's just that Cammie is the one going through it. Same goes for the next paragraph.

I gritted my teeth as Cassandra backhanded me across the face for the seventeenth time in forty three seconds. She had broken my nose and jaw yesterday, so the pain was excruciating. (AN; another vocab word! I'm on a roll here. But you'd think for a prep school they'd have harder words, even if we are using the book for eighth grade instead of seventh.) One of her goons hit my head from the top with a baseball bat and I knew, while drifting into unconsciousness, that I would have at least a moderate concussion tomorrow.

The Director's face once again filled the screen. "Okay, you probably don't want to hear this, but the damage assessment so far for Cameron Ann Morgan- Gallagher is: broken jawbone, broken nose, 17 broken ribs (you have 24 for those of you who didn't know, I just figured it out because I looked it so I'd have a plausible number of broken ribs), cracked bleeding skull, left shoulder and knee are dislocated, every bone in her hands and feet is broken, seven gunshot wounds, mild poison, 40 big whip blisters, moderate to severe concussion, and six knife slashes."

I fainted and Abby looked like she was about to throw up. Joe and Matthew looked shocked. "We have to get back up to the Welcome Back Dinner, but we'll talk to you later," Matthew told the Director. He nodded and we left.

Bex POV

I was worried when Mr. and Mrs. Morgan, Abby, and Mr. Solomon came back in. Abby was throwing up while Joe held her hair back and Mr. Morgan was holding an unconscious Headmistress Morgan. When Mrs. Morgan woke up, she began sobbing into her husband's shirt. What had happened to make them like this? They were spies, and I swear every one of them looked scared. I had never seen Mrs. Morgan cry- she was the strongest person I knew, stronger even than my parents. And she was sobbing. Professor Buckingham walked up to her.

"Rachel? Are you okay? What happened?" she asked. Mrs. Morgan just sniffled and shook her head into Mr. Morgan's shirt. He relayed her "damage assessment". Everybody was either crying, throwing up, or punching the wall. Okay, maybe only Zach and I were doing that, but still...

Cammie POV

I was having the dream again. The worst thing about this place was that I was unconscious so much. Whenever I was unconscious, instead of a nice relief from the pain that plagued my waking hours, I had a continuous loop of the dream. I had been dreaming it for a long time, so it would be coming true soon. I didn't have much time left.

Suddenly a voice cut through my dream. "How hard did you hit her, Frank? She's been out for a week!"

A week? I had been out for a week? My dream will probably come true today or tomorrow then...