Chapter 29

"Gallagher Girl, wake up." He nudged my shoulder teasingly. "You'll want to wake for this."

"Squirt, be lucky I'm the one who found you like this and not Joe."

"Abby?" I bolted up automatically and pushed the covers off me. I squinted against the glare of the light. Aunt Abby walked to the side of the bed and kneeled. She change from last time I saw her; she looks worn out and stressed unlike her usual self. "Cammie, you can't possibly think? He's your dad?"

"He is. You might not believe me I have proof."

I insist. I pulled the pillow from my back and rummaged inside the covers. Pulling the disk from the pillowcase, it was the same disk Mairi gave me about my dad; I popped it into the computer in the nightstand. By the time the video was over Abby was on the verge of tears. "Rachel and I searched for him for years. And here you come, find him in a matter of months. You're just like you father."

"Not yet I'm not."

"You are now, Squirt." Then her attitude sharpened and her posture straightened. "Get up we have a jailbreak to make."

That was the highest praise I could ever get but I didn't find my father alone. I did not get to tell Aunt Abby this because she was already out the door. Under ten minutes I showered, changed and had a bite for breakfast. Then we narrated the plan we mapped out plus we found a way to fit them in. Shocking but Joe was impressed, super impressed.

Time Skip – Mairi's POV_ Circle of Cavan HQ

I paced back and forth worriedly. Cammie and Zach should have been here ten minutes ago. Sure, it takes a while clearing through the floors but still. If I keep pacing around any wandering agent might ask what is wrong. After a while I couldn't wait longer. I walked down the hall, past security and put my hands in my pockets and felt the key. The key I unwillingly stole from a security guard as I passed by him few minutes earlier. It would have been great if Cammie herself freed Matt from his cell, unfortunately the later it gets the harder escaping gets.

"Good Morning, Matthew." He remained indifferent, staring at the wall. "I have news. Take them however you want."

"So the thing is," I started glumly then I gladly opened the iron cell door. "You're sprung; don't worry about the cameras and motion sensors and stuff, they have jammers. And Cammie has probably taken out some people by now."

His eyes gleamed full of fatherly pride. I smirked self confidently, thinking of Liz and Jonas with their computers across the street and of Grant and Bex on the top floors. Matt didn't hesitate twice as he stepped into freedom (kind of). He stuck out his hand and I shook it.

"Thank you" He says.

"Anytime," I was more than happy to help.

Self-satisfied, I went to stairs looking for Cammie. I forgot about the guard whose keys I "borrowed", therefore I hurried my pace. I found the security guard, blacked out, sitting in a chair with Aviators. The funny thing is that it doesn't even look suspicious (unlike in movies). Ha Matt. Next I run into Catherine. A grim expression masked her face. I felt my blood grow cold.

"There seems to be a problem within our perimeters." She says fiercely. "In the past half hour, every one of our cameras stopped recording and Matthew Morgan has escaped. What can you tell me about that?"

She folded her across her chest. I'm caught and she knows that.

"I am going to give you five minutes to leave before my men find you and they will kill you." As an afterthought she added. "I had such high hopes."

Something tells me I'm not getting away that easy. I backed off until I knew I was out of sight, and then I ran. I was becoming more hysterical

by the second. Today is the day where I am running into everybody. But him I actually wanted to see.

"Chal" I rushed into him.

"What's wrong?" Taken off guards he asks. "Mairi, you're shaking."

"She knows. She knows everything." I said pathetically to his shirt. "She figured me out."

Better late than never, I guess. Now they're after me and I have three minutes to leave.

"It'll be okay but you should go."

I didn't answer because I knew that but was to shake up to move. I was afraid to move; I could have an emotional melt down on the spot.

"Mairi," The word was no louder than a whisper. I didn't notice how close we were standing. His hand rested on my face while his thumb traced my cheekbone down to my lips. Then, I can't recall how, he kissed me. Deeply, like if he'd been holding back for a long time. When we parted I took two steps back. I walked away, almost yet I asked. "Can I get something straight?"

His entire facial expression grew sceptical (and embarrassed). I stood on my toes and kissed him again placing my right hand on the back of his neck. Chal pulled me close making me feel light on my feet.

"You have to go." He broke away.

"Right" I walked away as casually as I could. Then I rushed my steps without tripping. I arrived to the place where I told Cammie I'd meet her if she was delayed. In the second floor next to the stairs, I kneeled and thoughts swirled through my head about how Chal and I could never go back, ruined. Then again none of my friends back home want him as 'just friends'. Suddenly, I saw the tell-tale swing of Cammie's blonde ponytail at the same time in the edge of my vision a man, didn't recognize who, with a gun raised. That was enough to get me running.

"Damn it! Get down!" I shoved hurriedly Cammie back down the stairs. Just in time too, for her, because the bullet came flying with a deafening loud shot.

Cammie's POV

The last thing I saw was Mairi down on the floor not moving. Zach instinctively pinned me to the wall when two more shots cracked. "What happened?"

"Mairi, I think she's dead." I gasped. A third bullet was shot and rang in the air. Zach stumbled forward unsteadily, his shirt stained. "You're bleeding."

"Just a scratch, Gallagher Girl," He squeezed my hand reassuringly. I slowly climbed the stairs. I couldn't believe my eyes; Mairi really was dead and so was the gun man. Even more surprisingly Chal was standing over the agent and moved over to Mairi. My eyes were glued to Mairi lying on the floor, so naive; she died because of me. All of this was my fault. My breathing grew short, shallow and ragged as I blinked tears away.

"Come on."

Tragic isn't it? What do you think will happen next! Do what you do best R&R!