Hi everyone, I'm very sorry for how late this is, I'll make it up tomorrow and Sunday by writing like, three whole chapters! And again, sorry if it's crappy, it's just coming off my head. I've got no plan!

Sorry again and enjoy Lovelies...

Zach's POV:

The ride took hours, four hours to be precise, and half of the time I seriously needed to wee. When we finally got there I was feeling good again (we stopped at a cafe when I started to leak slowly!). We stayed in shadow s of the bushes waiting until it was the guards shift change. The Circles Italy headquarters was this huge metallic factory looking place. It had high walls, thick enough that the guards walled along them with rifles in their hands. Luckily for me, I am pretty skilled with a rifle. On this mission I was leaving no survivors, I didn't if they once were nice to me; they were all going to be dead. I shot them one at a time and quickly. If I shot them too slow then the other guards would find the fallen bodies and quickly raise an alarm.

They were all dead, all twenty-three of them, I gave the others a sign to tell them my job was done. We all slipped in our balaclavas and then used the back entrance Liz told them about. Cammie and Liz, back at the apartment had comms and a map and were telling us where to go. So far Cammie had been silent; I've only heard the odd cough or sniff.

"We're in" I said, and I could swear I heard Cammie's sigh of relief.

We rounded every corner and past every door (knocking out more and more every time) until we stopped at the last door on the dark and damp corridor.

"Are you sure this is the door?" muffled Macey, looking at all of us as if we had the answers.

This time Cammie responded with, "Yes, we're sure."

We all took deep breaths and let out huge sighs when we saw the (horribly) bloody face of Preston Winters.

(A/N: Just leaving it there... jokes!)

He had two black eyes, the left was hardly open. His wrists were slit and tied at the back. His clothes hung on his, also with a disgusting odour.

"Oh Preston!" Macey ran to him and hugged him, but she quickly regretted it when she got a waft of the stench. We all flapped our hands in front of our nose, signalling the smell. I got a knife out of my pocket and started cutting ropes; Macey copied me on the other side while Bex and Mrs Morgan were our security. Once we'd cut him out I lifted him over my shoulder, carrying him as if he was a bag. We'd done it! We'd actually got Preston without that much hassle.

"Chameleon, Bookworm, we've done it. Come with the chopper, we'll be out in a few!" I smiled and put Preston more securely on my back.

I must admit even though Preston could not fight to save his life, when he was unconscious he was pretty good! I used his floppy arms and legs to punch and kick. Of course I didn't need him, but he was pretty goodback-up. We were almost out when we heard the alarms. The ground shook as he heard re-enforcements come. We legged it back to the entrance only to be blocked by the one person I didn't want to see. She knew what was happening. She didn't care about Preston; she only took him because she knew we would come back. She knew Cammie would try and save him.

She stood all in black blocking the door. Her confidence hung in the air, her tall frame that hung over anyone who tried to challenge her. My mother was so confident that I don't even think she was holding a gun, or knife... or any weapon to be honest. And that's the thing that scared me. My mother could turn anything into a weapon, even your favourite teddy (she killed a woman with my bear when I was eight), even a bottle of pop (she poured it up the man nose while she pinned him down with a hand over his mouth)... she could make you your own killer. I kept my breathing slow and spoke as calm as I could, "We're stuck; my-ehem-mom is at the door waiting for you. I don't care what you do Liz but make sure Cammie isn't with you. She's after you Cam, and I've got to keep you safe"

"No Zach! I'm a big girl, I can look after myself. Liz and I are coming, don't worry about me" shouted Cammie, she was breathing so deep I could almost feel it. She was scared, but for whom I wasn't sure.

"Cammie, how can I not worry about you?! You're all I think about every day!" I whisper/shouted back. Mrs Morgan, Bex and Macey all watched me. I almost forgot that our conversation was on comms.

"You promised me you'd be safe. I'm helping you keep that promise" Cammie said slowly. I gave in; I nodded my head like she was in front of me. She must have understood because I heard another message from Liz saying that they were coming as fast as they could.

Sorry if it wasn't worth your time but that's the best I can do. Sorry, but shout-outs:

BookLoverTillTheEndXxXx: I'm glad you love it and thanks for saying it was non-writers blocky!

oxoxGallagherGirloxox: I'm glad you love my story and it's okay about the shout out! Keep reviewing and you'll get more!

PrettyLittleGG: thanks; I am the best, aren't I? Lool, I know Zammie are cute!

xXxXGGirlxXxX: I'm sorry for not updating, Thursday's are my day off. I try and make them cure and YES hopefully Zach will live (well he kinda does unless he's narrating from heaven? Lool!). Yes, until next time ;D

Gallagher Girl13: thanks; it was kinda cute, right? And thank you for saying it's one of your favourite fanfics!

preunka (Guest): aww, I'm not that amazing!

Thanks Lovelies for the reviews, it makes me feel amazing and so happy when I get these come into my inbox, I keep every single one of them! And don't forget to vote on which story for me to write next! So far 'Romeo and Juliet' is winning. I'm going to keep it open until next week and then the one that wins I'm going to write! But to vote go to my profile page and it's at the top! Please review and please vote... they're both very important!

-cammieXzachxx