Time: 10:38

Location: Circle of Cavan Headquarter

My goodness! Jonas told Zach and me part of what we heard minutes earlier. That was horrible; thank God Jonas was there. I wonder where Mairi is. I search the room. Jonas went outside for the moment so apparently she disappeared. Then I heard grunts, slamming sound from next door. I make way out one door down the hallway and a fight catches my eye. Two women and one man were against Mairi. To be frank, I don't think she could take them alone no matter how furiously she attacks while wearing earphones. Luckily I saw some man parrying with her. A flash of his face, it's Joe. With a kick to the stomach, Mairi's earphone cable got loose cause music to blare. Sounds like Ben Benassi.

Coincidentally, the music went along with the fight, like a scene in a movie. Mairi fisted one woman while Joe flipped the man knocking the other female agent. Mairi punched the woman square in the jaw and crouched swiftly sliding her leg to make the woman fall. Joe finished off the last woman, leaving all three of them unconscious.

Joe strolled leisurely along with Mairi who muted the electronic music. No hellos were exchanged. He placed his hand comfortingly on my shoulder. When we spun around, three more operatives sneaked up behind us. Right before we drew our fist up, they collapsed. As pro spies, Dad, Mom and Townsend slithered in without a peep and victoriously knocked out skilled spies. Mom flew doing that move I've been dying to perfect with her black knee-high, high heeled boot. Liz comes alive.

"Guys, this place is rigged to implode in the next three minutes. I think you should be leaving."

No need to be told twice. We escaped through the nearest exit: a window. Two and a half minutes left.

"We have people up North moving in." Townsend told my dad.

"Our people are coming from the South." Dad said. "How many people are we dealing with Kiddo?"

"Jonas said there were ninety. Professor Buckingham and Miss Creighton killed twenty. Joe and Mairi took down three. Add three to the ones you, mom and Townsend KO'd. So that leaves us with sixty four. Let's not forget the ones the other agents must have taken down."

Everyone was clueless to who Miss Creighton was except Dad. Mom seemed troubled or she had an idea. "We should divide the North and South units. Make them cover east and west. That way we circle them in."

"It's settled." Townsend alerted. "Morgan and Joseph, you tell your team to split up. I'll head to my division."

Townsend marched off with my mom. It would have been more fun with Abby here with her witty banter. Before Joe and Dad left, they looked both side. "Cammie, Zach…. Hey Skinny kid, didn't you have a friend with you?"

I glanced around me. Mairi dissolved into thin air. "She's seventeen years old. She shouldn't be running off alone.

"I remember a seventeen year old girl who ran away." Zach said. "The only difference between you and her is; she already lost everything."

Jonas, Zach and I came to a telepathic mutual agreement. We split up and find her. The guys left heading opposite directions. Beneath me, the ground shook violently. The HQ finally imploded. As I looked over the hill, McGraw hobbled as quickly as he could. He is he male version of Professor Buckingham, very old surprisingly fast for a man his age. He appeared to be running away from someone or some ones. It took several agonizing seconds for him to reach the bottom and dozens of Circle of Cavan agents chasing after him. McGraw waved his ragged hands madly.

"Run girl! Run!"

With a glance over his shoulder, I knew we very well outnumbered. We headed to the forest for coverage. "Wait, aren't you the spy who took on fifteen KGB hit men alone?"

"I was leaner, stronger, thirty years younger and no pirate stabbed my leg."

"Oh." It was all I could say at the moment, pirates? After a few more steps we stopped. Intuition irked me that there was no slim way out. I could hear the lethal footsteps falling softly. I despise that my comms keep shorting out in times like these. No way to call for help. McGraw was thinking in his right mind saying "You need to climb."

"We," I corrected. "You go first."

"I got no time to fight. They're after you sweetheart." His throaty voice rang with his Scottish accent. "You go up or we're both dead."

I, for one am not going to be responsible for the death of MI6s finest and oldest. Without a word of argument, I gripped the lowest branch and pulled myself up. The higher I got up the better of a view I saw. Agents slithered in the shadows as if they belonged. It's their job. Below me McGraw spoke through his comms unit. "Pat. Patricia, yes they're here."

A helicopter hovered choppily in the sky. I slid down the tree five branches from the fifteen I climbed. A round of gunshots rained around us. Slowly, ever so slowly, operatives fell, dead. Two more rounds showered from above before I threw myself off the tree taking down two agents fell at once. I roundhouse kicked them to make sure they stayed down. Let the bullets take care of the rest. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the old man fighting with three guys twice his size like the same fierce warrior from thirty years ago. Next I saw Mairi in combat with a woman and neither of the fought a clean fight.

"Hey!" I punched out the woman while talking to Mairi. "Where've you been?"

"Here, there, everywhere"

We backed into a thick tree while deadly bullets were shot. There were ten people still alive. They were boxing in McGraw. If you've combined a Mankato and Malinowski Manoeuvre while partnering with someone, holding each other's forearm, to bring down more people, you know exactly what happened next. Both of us, successfully brought down the army fleet and let Ms Creighton and Professor Buckingham take care of the rest. As we distanced ourselves, I counted the people. Twenty four… plus three is twenty seven plus the fleet of nineteen the MI6 took, this leaves us with eighteen left. I know one thing that seems both absolutely possible and incredibly impossible. One thing is for sure; the perfectly trained agents were either killed last year or drifted off into oblivion for a free life because the people here are not as good. Hours flew by pleasantly, zero casualties, something not said when taking down an ancient terrorist organization. Looking at the colourful sky, it was six o'clock. The sun was beginning to settle down when the crackling shot of a MODEL 700™ XCR II. That is the first gun shot that doesn't come from helicopters all day. I ran ahead leaving McGraw and Mairi behind. My comms unit officially stopped working; therefore I cannot call for a status report. I ripped the earpiece out running past the trees, past everything. I saw Dad, Uncle Joe in the clearing huddled around someone "Mom!"

"Cameron, stay back." Joe warned. But I utterly ignored him.

"This wasn't supposed to happen. She's not supposed to die!"

Tears streamed down my face. My mom was dying. The most beautiful woman on Earth would be here no more. Seeing the blood I think to myself she can't die; if anything, she'd be safe in Gallagher slipping away in her sleep. Dad's face was blank, emotionless. He laid her head on his lap. Grabbing my hand, Mom spoke

"Kiddo" She placed my hand on her chest I noticed she wore a bullet proof vest. That means she can't be. "We're spies."

We're spies. Spies lie. Spies pretend. At the moment, why do we have to pretend Rachel Morgan is dying? Then the answer came clear. Lurking, a man stood fifteen feet away. With I double take I recognized the man, John Dioletis a worthless fool. If people think she's dead they'll think we're weak. If we're weak more agents come after us and the faster we end this. It's pure genius! Joe and my dad wordlessly went their way to go after him casually, of course. Suddenly my friends creep behind me. Grant, Bex, Jonas, Macey, and Zach stared at my mother openly. "How did this happen?"

"How're you holding up?"

"I'm fine kids." My mother said after playing dead for five and a half minutes. She got up effortlessly leaving everyone dumbfounded. Liz must be talking through comms because Bex and Grant just nodded.

"We know what to do, guys."

"What do we do?" I asked due to my comms-less naked ear leaving me in a blind state.

"We go through the perimeters of the woods and find the eighteen – seventeen agents we have left Cammie. The Circle of Cavan doesn't want to stay." Bex states "Let's hurry before the Townsend knocks out all the good ones."

"We meet at the cottage at ten." Grant orders.

"Deal"

We all agreed. And with that we headed towards the woods eventually splitting up.

Jonas's POV

Time: 1:31

Location: Cottage

One person didn't make it to the cottage on time. No one considers the possibility of MIA. Too early?