Cammie's POV
I woke up to the jolting of the plane landing, it wasn't a very long drive from the airport to my grandparents house luckily. The rental car was waiting for us when we got to the rental place. Zach insisted on driving like the gentleman he is. (Sarcasm).
Zach POV
The sun was just rising, it was 6:03 am here but it would be 12:03 pm in the UK so Cam and I were both awake and alert. Jet lag kills more spies than anthrax you know. Cam was tapping her fingers on the dashboard, she hadn't seen her grandparents in close to 6 months and back then the circle was still a threat. I shuddered at the thought. I hated the circle but now life seemed a little... boring. Good boring, but boring none the less.
I'm sure that would change once Cam and I started at Georgetown's Foreign Affairs program, (well foreign affairs with a mixed with a CIA/MI6 cross training.) We would go on missions but get the chance to be normal college kids. Well as normal as it gets.
"Turn here." Cam knocked me out of my day dream. I turned into a long driveway. A pristine ranch house sat at the end of the driveway, there were no neighbors for what looked like miles. A small stable was the only change in the flat landscape.
This was Cam's second home I realized. Second only to Gallagher which burned down months ago. They were rebuilding it to look exactly like the old castle with a few more security measures. I hated my mother for burning the only place I'd ever felt safe to the ground.
Cam's Grandpa's POV
I hadn't seen Cameron in 6 months, which wasn't long in the scheme of things but I missed her none the less. She said she was coming with a friend. Maybe it was that Bex girl, I liked her. Or maybe the McHenry, but what I wasn't expecting was for Cam to walk in with a boy. And that's exactly what happened.
I know I haven't updated in forever, I'm sorry but I have writer's block. Ideas are totally welcome. I feel so rusty.
-Writaholic4ever