2 things- Firstly, hope you all had a happy new year. I spent mine sitting bored but then I ended up as a DJ from 9-12 which was quite cool. Secondly, you guys are sad the story is over? Why? There are at least 3 chapters left to this story and probably a sequel too. I've been pondering the title and I think it will be called Hidden in Plain Sight. Any other suggestions?

CAMMIE

That was the last time I saw Sam. I walked back into the Morgan farmhouse as if nothing happened, and waited until I could return home to my beloved Gallagher. I spent the rest of the year as normally as I could - despite the fact that everyone stopped talking as soon as I stepped in the room, I got given extra-credit for escaping the Circle's hideout and all of my friends (apart from Macey, Bex, Liz and Zach) avoided me. And even Tina Walters making up rumours didn't bother me any more, it made me feel as if I were truly home again.

I didn't know whether Sam did what I asked him to do, I wasn't sure whether Stephen Cavan was a bad man or just a man desperate to patch up the broken pieces of his family. I didn't know what to do with the information I knew. One day, I looked at Zach and I almost thought he was Sam- apart from the two pale scars Sam had on his left cheek, but even those were barely obvious- and once I realised it was in fact Zach, i thought, they're brothers, and Zach has the right to have someone he trusts.

And then I realised, he has me. And he might even trust Bex, Macey and Liz. It was better that way. He has friends to trust, not family. And maybe what Sam said was true- it's better that way. I won't tell Zach the truth about Sam. I won't tell anyone.

Of course, I'm required to put it in this mission report. And since you, the reader, must have at least a level 9 clearance, I suppose I can trust you to keep this secret. Yes, I know it's unprofessional to write it so sentimentally, but you don't understand. This year has been beyond crazy, and if missions and mission reports are one thing, it's organised. So it just wouldn't fit.

I didn't hear anything from the Circle or Stephen- as I was promised. And I kind of hoped to keep it that way. My days sneaking around and getting into trouble are over. I will miss it, but I'll still be Cammie the Chameleon. I'll just be known as Agent Morgan instead.

Graduating at Gallagher is both a big deal and a small event. Yes, well done for being the best of the elite, but we must remain humble and modest, cool and collected. Like we're trained to be. But, behind the scenes, every girl- and even the one boy- was buzzing with excitement. Outside, I sat calmly and waited for my name to be called up. Instead of graduation papers, we would get degrees in Multiple Languages, De-Coding Level Fourteen, Martial Arts and Combat Level 20 and job offers in the form of coded letters from whoever wanted us.

Baxter, Rebecca received her degrees with a triumphant smile, if not an annoyed glint in her eyes at being called Rebecca. Her parents flew out especially from Malaysia to see this day. Fetterman, Anna also survived, which was a nice surprise (not in a bad way, but I honestly once saw the girl crack her head open by doing something that involved a mascara, a small mirror and stairs). Goode, Zachary was incredibly handsome and got a thick stack of degrees and job offers.

McHenry, Macey looked gorgeous as usual as she received her offers and degrees. I think I was most proud of her. And then Morgan, Cameron was called. I was trembling on the inside, excited and nervous. I had been waiting for this moment since forever, and it was all I could to to stop myself from sprinting towards the podium where my mom stood proudly. When I got to her, she shook my hand, and I went to where Mr Solomon was holding my degrees and job offers. I liked the way the heavy stacks of paper felt in my hand- full of promise. As Mr Solomon shook my hand, I subtly leaned in and whispered "There's no better Godfathers than you," And I meant it. Mr Solomon looked surprised, but he smiled.

I took my seat again and waited until Sutton, Elizabeth was called. Liz's tiny figure looked minuscule compared to my mother in heels. Mr Solomon handed her her sheets, and she had to hold them in 2 hands, the stack was so big. She made her way over to the seats and in true Liz style dropped a few of the papers with an oopsy daisy. I looked at Zach to see that even he was smiling in a fond way. Because forget Blackthorne, Gallagher was him home.

After the ceremony, me and Zach were walking around aimlessly, opening the job offers. I had MI7, MI5, CIA, and Assault Team in the International Espionage Facility. Zach had MI5, gunman in the Retrieval Unit, private assassin for the CIA and Team leader for the FBI. Nothing that he really wanted, I knew, because most of those focused on the skills he picked up at Blackthorne. And I knew he wanted to put those painful memories far behind him.

"Eh, excuse me, Miss Morgan and Mr Goode?" Said a squeaky voice from behind us. I turned around to find a man around Liz's size, who was wearing dark sunglasses and kept mopping his face with a handkerchief.

"Yes?" Zach answered for the both of us.

"Eh, I'm Special Agent Carlton, and, eh, I have letters for the both of you." He told us. It quickly started to annoy me the way he said eh a lot. "Job offers as Private Spies. Anyone who wants to, eh, hire you as private investigators will do so if you accept the job offer. But, eh, you won't belong particularly to any one firm."
"Both of us?" I exclaimed, wide eyed.

"Your, eh, experience, with the Circle of Cavan showed, eh, skills that are good for private investigators. It's, eh, a very valuable job. Good pay, lots of free time and all. Ooh, and eh, I have another letter for Miss Morgan. Eh, a young man who looked a lot like Mr Goode handed it to me and told me to, eh, give it to you. I was about to tell him I'm not a messenger, but, eh, he just dissapeared before I got the chance." Agent Carlton said crossly, stuffing the envelope into my hand before excusing himself. Me and Zach looked at eachother- the young man had to be Sam. I opened the letter. It read: Cammie. Message delivered, Sophia was found, a little worse for wear. Stephen sends his many thanks. From S.G.

P.S. Take care of him for me.

Zach stared at me. "I'm not even going to ask." He said, putting his hands up in exasperation. "But you be careful, Cammie. He may be my brother but I do not trust him."

I didn't say anything. Take care of him. He must have meant Zach.

I will, I thought. I promise. We walked towards the group of our friends, ready to start our lives. Together.