Zach: Grant, what's two plus two?

Grant: Five!

Belle: Wrong! *throws pie at his face*

Grant: Mmm, wait *spits out taste* What kind of pie is that?

Belle: *smiles* coconut cream pie! I thought it was your favorite?

Grant: Gross! I like pie, but that stuff is just nasty!

Zach: Then get a damn question right.

Belle: Next question. Who is George Washington?

Grant: My descendant

Belle: THAT'S-

Zach: Belle, Cammie and Grant's descendant is the father of our country.

Belle: Zach! It wasn't the answer I was looking for!

Zach: Bitchy much?

Grant: Can I go-

Belle: *lunges at Zach* YOU ASSHOLE!

Grant: *grabs her legs and pulls her off Zach* You gotta stop doing that.

Zach: I agree, we should do something to you. *looks at table of pies*

Belle: Oh no, you're not messing up my hair and make-up.

Grant: *grabs pie* Well, too late. *shoves pie in Belle's face*

Zach: *falls to the ground laughing*

Belle: Damn you all. *runs out of the boys' dorm*

Grant: Well, uh, read the story. I think she's a little pissed. So we're going to, uh, comfort her I guess.

Cammie's POV:

"I love your sweater, sweetheart," an old woman says to me at the train station. I'm now at D.C., after five hours on the train. It usually takes two hours, but the train broke down and it took three hours to fix the engine.

I smile warmly at her. "Thank you. You're very kind." I grab my bag and walk out the exit until I hear someone behind me.

"Excuse me, miss!" I hear a man's voice behind me. I turn around to face a man-in his late teens- in front of me. "Can you help me with something?" He asks, panting.

I nod. "Sure, what do you need?" I ask, wondering why he's asking me. Then, I get a little suspicious.

He grabs my arm roughly, pointing a gun to my side. He hisses in my ear, "Scream or do anything remotely alarming, you'll be shot right here. Got it?"

I nod, acting all cool and calm about the situation. Well, for one, I was almost raped two months ago. Two, I'm a spy in training for heaven's sake! I'm supposed to be trained to do stuff in situations like this!

"Good, now go to a black Nissan Fusion and get into the backseat, got it?" He whispers like I'm stupid.

I nod. I walk out of the station to a black Nissan Fusion. Then I think, 'No, I'm not following some asshole's orders.' So, I walk to the bus stop right when the bus comes. I walk onto the bus, checking my surroundings.

Then, I check if there are any bugs on me or my bag. I find three. One on my side, in my hair, and on the strap of my duffel bag. I throw them out the window in three different places.

What have I gotten myself into?

Liz's POV:

So, Jonas told me that Grant, Nick, Zach, and some unknown operative are on a mission. The mission to find Cammie. So, with my hacking skills, I'm going to find out who this 'unknown operative' is.

I'm typing away when I hear a knock at the door. I get up and answer it. "Hello, who are you?" I ask, confused why the girl was at my door.

She looks at me with startled eyes. "Uhmm, do you know a Carly Stinger?" She asks, averting her almost black eyes to the ground.

I shake my head. "Do you want me to find her for you on the database?" I ask, and she nods. "Then c'mon in!" I smile brightly at her.

"I'm Liana."

I nod. "Liz, now, who are you-" but she interrupts me.

"Carly Stinger. She's supposed to be my new roommate. Her stuff is here, but she isn't," Liana explains.

"What grade are you in?" I ask, wondering.

"Tenth. Sophomore." She points to herself. I smile. Just like Zach does when he says 'spy'.

I shake my head. "Liana," I muster. "Why are you and your roommates getting a new roommate?" I ask, staring at the screen.

"Well, our old one, Zoe, transferred to Avril, I think. I wanted to know a little bit about this Carly Stinger," she says with a look of disgust.

I sigh. "She's not here." I turn to look at Liana. Her eyes are wide and her mouth agape.

She shakes her head, panicking. "No! This can't be right! Maybe the database-"

"The database didn't make a mistake. She's in your dorm for a reason." I stare at the information.

"Why?!"

I sigh. "You know who the Chameleon is, right?" I ask, and she nods. "Well, she's known as the Ghost. Ever heard of her?"

She throws her hands up in the air. "Is she related to the Chameleon?!" She asks in a screeching voice.

I nod.

She's on that mission. And her real name isn't Carly.

It's Jade Masters. (A/N Carly is just Jade's cover. You'll understand why later.) Cammie's cousin.

Grant's POV:

So, when Zach comes back with Jade, I sigh of relief. "Jade Victoria Masters! What the hell was that about?!" I ask, wide-eyed.

She just glances at me. "Nothing thats your business, Grantary. How do you know my middle name?" She asks. Then she turns to look out the window.

I glare at her. "Actually, it is. We are to keep an eye on you, since you're the youngest of us. Now, tell me about you. And I have a file," I whisper, waiting.

She snaps. "You want to know why I'm here?" She doesn't wait for an answer. "First of all, it's because my parents were assassinated! And second, because I don't want my damn favorite cousin to be assassinated either! There! You happy, Grant?!" She shouts, grabbing her iPod from my limp hand.

"Jade-"

She glares at me. "Shut up. I'm trying to listen to a call. Or should I say, a voicemail."

Nick just stares at me through the rearview mirror. He gives me a look like, what-the-hell-dude-you-pissed-off-your-cousin-afte r-her-parents-get-assassinated.

I nod slowly. Now, what is that voicemail about and who is it from?

Why does Jade have a cover? Who is the voicemail from?

What has Cammie gotten herself into? Well, all these questions will have answers soon! Please review, favorite, or follow our story. Love ya'll!

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