A/N: Late chapter, I'm so so so sorry! Hopefully, this one makes up for the lost time! I've gotten so busy writing my novel that I haven't written more of this yet! Once again, I'm sorry! Hope you like this chapter!

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Perilous

Chapter Seven

Cammie POV

And the line went dead.

Everyone stared at me.

"What? That's one less Circle base we have to worry about. Besides, it slows them down." I shrugged.

There were murmurs of agreement all around.

I turned to Zach. "Can I eat now?"

He sighed, picking up the landline for room service. "What do you want?"

Before I could speak, Nick cut in. "Get her a salad, some green tea, and a warm glass of water."

"Hell no," I said immediately.

Nick nodded. "Hell yes. If you eat anything fatty or sugary it'll make your nausea worse."

A growl poured out of me. "I. Don't. Care." I whirled on Zach. "I want a big cinnamon roll with fries and a milkshake and a steak. I want rolls too."

"I can't order that." Zach shook his head at me, smirking.

In one swift move, I had my handcuffed wrists around Zach's neck, pulling tighter by the second.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa,"

"Okay, chill, chill,"

"Holy shit she's awesome,"

"Calm down, whoa,"

The voices in the room overlapped as I glared in Nick's direction.

Zach's eyes began to bulge out of his head as I indicated the phone falling out of his limp hand, speaking calmly. "Make the call, Nicholas."

Slowly, he reached forward and picked up the landline, making the call and ordering what I asked for.

When he put the phone down, I released Zach.

Zach fell to the floor, coughing and gasping.

"Alright, according to the mission file, there's a gala occurring at Landon Prince's mansion in five days' time, not including today," I said, opening my file as I set the trash can aside. "I'm assuming we all got invitations in our files thanks to our terrorist world status and, obviously, Macey's cover being the Subject's sister. I propose that we do surveillance for the next few days, learn as much about Mr. Prince as possible. That way, maybe we'll know our way around his house and where he keeps his classified information. We'll know his habits, the pattern of guard shifts, attendants of the gala, etcetera."

I stopped speaking when I noticed Zach's green eyes wide and crazed, staring at me.

I raised my eyebrows questioningly.

He slowly stood up, grasping the bedsheets with white knuckles. "You are completely psycho,"

"Have you met your brother, Goode?" I asked. "Besides, a girl's got to get what she wants somehow. No hard feelings." I patted his shoulder with a smile.

Zach growled, reminding me of a vampire with those canine teeth, sitting down next to me.

I smiled and winked flirtatiously, flipping my hair over my shoulder before looking at my case file.

"I love her. She's bloody amazing." Bex walked over to me in awe, grasping my shoulders. I had no choice to look up at her. "I don't even know your name, but you are literally the most amazing woman I have ever met."

I fought back the pain gathering in my core. It wasn't nausea or sickness. It was the longing I felt in my soul to have my best friend back. But I knew I never could.

So I pretended like I wasn't affected and put on an amused smirk.

"I may be the best fighter the CIA's got but you are a total badass, and that is why you're my new best friend." Bex turned to Macey and Liz. "Sorry, not sorry girls."

They laughed.

Liz smiled and waved it away. Macey shrugged indifferently, but you could see her smirk.

Jonas stepped forward. "Don't want to interrupt this moment but uh, we've got some terrorists to kill."

"The nerd's got a point," Macey slid into a chair, filing her nails for the second time that day.

Jonas rolled his eyes but didn't comment.

"So," Zach's jaw clenched and I bit my lip at the sight. That was way too attractive. "what's the plan?"

Nick shrugged, sitting down next to his fiance. "I say we go with what Nightshade said."

"And what was that? Sorry, I was a little busy trying to breathe when the idea was proposed." He glared at me.

I looked around innocently.

Zach rolled his eyes.

"I suggested that we do surveillance on Prince until the gala. We can learn his habits, guard shift patterns, attendants of the gala, where he keeps his classified information, restricted areas, who he has contact with- you know, standard information. That way, when the gala rolls around, we'll know exactly what we need and exactly where to get it, without any complications." I explained.

Zach nodded, agreeing. "Okay. We tail him, on the first day. See where he goes, who he interacts with, how he is in public. The second day, we stake out his place. Two teams, one from dawn till dusk, another from dusk till dawn. The goal there will be to follow guard shifts, spot as many traps and security measures as possible, who comes and goes. The third day, we break-in. We've got to know our way around the place, where everything is, what everything looks like. The fourth day, we do whatever we learn needs to be done after the break-in. If we need to gain audio for voice entry with security or figure out how to get a fingerprint, we do that. The fifth day, the day before the gala, we plan and rest up. The gala will be where we strike. It's got plenty of cover and as long as we plan carefully, we could get the information we need and slip out unnoticed. Jonas, Liz. Until the gala, I need you two watching Prince on security cameras at every spare moment. We need to know how many traps there are, what kind of security measures they have, what weapons the guards use, blueprints of the mansion. We need blindspots and camera locations. Anything you can give us, we need it."

Zach looked over everyone, and I watched him with respect. He was one hell of a leader. He was arrogant as hell, but when it came to spy work, he was serious. Not a trace of mischief or amusement in his tone or eyes.

"Tomorrow, Baxter, Newman, McHenry, Cross, Nightshade, and I get on the streets. We're all going to be at different locations in random pairs. We watch him, we follow him. We take notes on everything. Every little detail is important. Liz and Jonas will cover us, but we're on our own out there." Zach locked eyes with everyone in turn and rubbed my arm comfortingly when I had the urge to vomit again. "Is everyone clear on their assignments?"

There were head nods and "yeah's" across the room.

He nodded. "Alright, everybody. Let's get to work."

It was a few hours later.

Everyone had gone back to their separate rooms to prepare for the day ahead. I may have been imagining it, but I swear I could hear Jonas and Liz typing furiously on their laptops through the walls. I had finished eating what I'd forced Nick to order from room service about thirty minutes before and had been puking ever since.

Nick was right- it did make my stomach worse, but it was worth it.

Just as I flushed the toilet and drank some water, the barn doors slid open and Zach appeared, leaning on the door frame.

He smiled a bit, the first real smile I'd seen from him. His head nodded back and he beckoned me lightly with a crooked finger. "Get dressed- you and I are going on a field trip."

With that cryptic message, he turned around and left, leaving the door open.

Raising my eyebrows but not questioning it, I stood and slid out of my clothes, too tired to bother closing the door.

I turned the shower on as hot as it would go and climbed in, wetting my hair and body.

I washed my skin gently, combed my fingers through my hair. The warm water soothed my stomach and my muscles.

Once I was clean, I slipped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself. I curled my hair and used makeup lightly, adding red eyeshadow and bold eyeliner, making my lips cherry red. Walking out into the room, I saw Zach fiddling with his phone on the bed.

When he looked up and realized I was wearing nothing but a towel, he smirked. "You know, you're putting a lot of trust in me doing that."

I rolled my eyes, opening my suitcase. "Asshole,"

Not caring that he was watching, I slipped into black dress pants with a red, silk spaghetti strap, V-neck crop top. I paired it with some black high heel ankle boots and a black wool coat. In my coat, I made sure to hide a dozen or so weapons, just in case.

Shaking my hair out, I turned to a wide-eyed and red-faced Zach. I smirked at the sight of him. "Ready for this 'field trip' of yours?"

Zach cleared his throat and stood, pulling on his jacket. "Yeah, let's go."

We rode the elevator down to the lobby and walked outside to see a Mercedes waiting for us.

Zach held the passenger door open for me and walked around to the driver's side when I slid in.

"Whose car is this?" I asked as he pulled out onto the road.

He shrugged. "Mine,"

I raised my eyebrows.

"Well, technically, it's Micheal Johnson's but I had it shipped from DC to here for the mission."

"Are you an idiot? They could trace the car back to us, you dumbass!" I exclaimed.

Zach rolled his eyes. "Chill, I transferred the ownership to the CIA as soon as it got here. Besides, Liz and Jonas have had the cameras surrounding the hotel on a loop since last night. We're fine."

I shook my head, clenching my fists. "I swear, Zach. If I go back there...If they find me before we have the chance to kill them..."

I abruptly turned to the front window, crossing my arms and staring at the taillights in front of us. The tears I fought blurred the sunset in my vision.

"Hey...Cams, come on. Look at me," Zach pushed a button and the car started driving itself.

One of his hands reached over and tucked some of my hair behind my ear. He used that leverage to get me to look at him. I didn't let my tears fall but blinked them away so that the image of his bright green eyes became clear.

"You're not going back there. Not over my dead body, you hear me?" His words were true. I could see it in his eyes.

So I nodded, wiping away what little of my tears were left.

A couple of hours later, we were on the farther side of London.

Just a the edge of the city, there was a large warehouse.

I raised an eyebrow in Zach's direction with a smile of amusement. "This was your field trip? An old, rinky-dink warehouse?"

He smirked, flipping his brown curls out of his eyes. "Look again, Miss 'Best Agent the World Has Ever Seen'."

I rolled my eyes and took a second look at the building.

And that's when I saw it. Hidden in the graffiti, there were several Circle of Cavan symbols. I recognized it not only because of the rings every Circle member wore but because of the large brand I had imprinted on my upper right thigh, a scar I always left covered with makeup. They were everywhere if you had a good enough eye to see them. I spotted several traps and security cameras, knowing there were more hidden to the naked eye.

"You brought me...to a Circle base. Why the fuck would you bring me to a Circle base?" I demanded.

Zach stepped toward me. "Calm down, paranoid. It used to be a Circle base. Now, I own the building. I have owned the building for the last ten years, actually. When I was 17, the CIA sent me on a mission to shut it down. I infiltrated it, killed every member inside- unfortunately, my mother and my fucked up twin weren't there -and then I bought the place. I haven't touched it since."

I nodded sarcastically. "Great, that makes me feel so much better."

"Well, if that doesn't help things, I'm sure this will. Follow me."

He walked into the decaying ruins of the warehouse and I had no choice but to follow behind.

We walked through spider webs and watched as rats scurried from view. The main and upper levels were in terrible shape, but as soon as I saw the metal door at the end of the hall, I knew the Sublevels were untouched.

Zach moved to place his hand on a palm reader next to the door, but I grabbed his wrist.

Shaking my head, I looked at him with pleading eyes. "I can't go back underground. I can't."

"Just this once. I swear you won't regret it." He said.

Staring into those captivating eyes of his, I sighed and gave in.

He placed his hand on the scanner and the door slid open with a loud creak. We stepped through the large doorway and came to the top of a spiral staircase.

I pulled a gun from inside my coat and Zach turned on a flashlight. We walked slowly and cautiously down the stairs until we reached the bottom. There were four long halls, and I had no idea where any of them led.

Zach led me to the hall leading east.

My heels clicked on the pavement floors. I pointed my gun at anything that moved. I had just got on the surface not even 5 months before, and there I was, underground again.

I heard scuffling behind me, but when I turned, it was just a rodent running away from us.

Taking a deep breath and lowering my weapon, I turned back around.

Suddenly, I ran into something tall and hard.

When I fell to the floor, a bright light was shined in my eyes.

I shielded my eyes with my hand. "What the hell, Zach? Why'd you stop?"

"Ah, sorry. Was making sure I found the right door." He shifted the flashlight and held out a hand to help me up.

I placed my hand on his and was pulled upward from the ground.

"You okay?" Zach asked as he dusted me off.

"Yeah," I said softly, looking up into his bright green eyes.

I got lost in them, that endless green sea. All too often, time and time again, I would find myself captivated in those orbs.

The sound of a rat snapped me out of my trance and I glanced down as Zach cleared his throat.

"This the room you were looking for?" I gestured to the door we were standing in front of.

"What? Oh, yeah," He nodded, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, this is it."

I raised my eyebrows. "Then what are you waiting for? Go inside,"

"Right, sorry," Zach shined the flashlight on another handprint scanner and placed his palm on the screen.

The door slid open and we stepped inside. Zach pulled a lever on the far wall and suddenly, a dozen large strobe lights lit up the room.

And I realized it was a lot bigger than I initially thought. There was a running track, about two thirds the size of an actual track, outlining the room with various fitness equipment. There was a wall of weapons, a small shooting range, and a section with weights. Looking around a bit more, I noticed a sparring mat and some gymnastic bars.

"Wow," I breathed.

Zach nodded, wiping some dust and spiderwebs off of a bar. "Wow indeed." He turned to me. "You remember this place?"

I shook my head. "Why? Should I?"

"This is where Catherine kept you the first...4 almost 5 years. Not this room, specifically, obviously. You moved from the north hall, the torture chambers, to the south hall, the wolf den, to the east hall, here, the training chambers, and back to the west hall, to your cell."

I ran my hand along a wall, looking back at him. "That would mean..."

Zach walked over to me. "This is where we met, around two years after she brought you here."

"So that's why we're here."

"Yeah. And...I kind of wanted to ask you something." He ran a hand through his hair.

My shoulders shrugged. "Okay, shoot."

He looked around, green eyes studying the room. "This place...The sublevel, the warehouse. I want to renovate it, make it into something new. Maybe a house, or a nice estate. It could work as a second home, homier than the apartment in D.C. Or a safe house, which would be useful. And considering this place has a lot of memories connected to the both of us, good and bad, though mostly bad, I kind of want you to help me. I mean, if you're still around when all this is over."

I raised my eyebrows. "You want me to help you remodel this place?"

Zach smirked. "Why is that so surprising?"

I laughed a little, scoffing slightly. "Because I only just saw the outside world a few months ago. You really want me to build a house? Or an estate?" I shook my head, smiling. "You're insane."

"Maybe it runs in the family." He shrugged, sliding his hands into his pockets.

I snorted.

"But really, I want you to do this with me. Think about it. If you decide to stick around after we get rid of the psychos, we can do this project and make one more memory- a big, happy one, that'll take the place of the many bad memories." Zach mused, exaggerating.

I nodded, smiling in amusement. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah. If I decide to stick around, we'll remodel the place."

Zach's smirk widened. "Alright, it's a deal. Come on," His hand grazed my shoulder a bit. "I wanna show you one more thing before we get out of here."

This time, he found levers all throughout the hallways, and soon, the whole place was lit up. He led me out of the east hallway into the west, where we passed endless empty cells. The hall was cold, emotionally and physically. It was almost as if you could feel the pain that had happened there. The countless bloodstains on the walls and floors were frightening.

Zach stopped in front of an open cell. He seemed hesitant to step inside.

Suddenly, he stepped back and gestured with his hands. "Ladies first,"

I rolled my eyes and stepped into the cell.

Zach followed behind.

There were bloodstains all over the floor and the walls, and even on the sheets of a small bed in the corner. Walking over to the left wall, I traced my fingers over the tally marks carved into the stone. I counted out 1464 marks. Almost 5 years...

I noticed a stone angled a bit differently than the others on the wall. I couldn't take my eyes off of it or I knew I wouldn't find it again.

Reaching out with tentative hands, I pushed against the stone.

Unexpectedly, an uneven piece of the wall (about 5 feet high and 4 feet wide) shifted backward.

Zach looked down at me with a slight smirk. "You've got an eye for secret passages, Cam. I never would have thought you'd find that without your memories."

I shrugged, smirking back at him over my shoulder. "I'm used to being underestimated."

I slipped into the passage, squeezing through the stone. "Hey, can I have that flashlight?"

"Yeah,"

The flashlight was in my hand just before Zach appeared behind me.

"Whoa," I whispered as the light fell on boxes and boxes of pictures. There were old school videotapes and knick-knacks. Hanging on the walls were posters of bands and magazines with celebrities on top. There were canned foods and other non-perishables. I even noticed some first aid supplies and sweatshirts. I assumed they were Zach's from when he was younger.

"Is this..."

"All of the stuff I brought you over the course of two years?" Zach nodded. "Yeah,"

I walked forward and crouched on the ground, running my hands over pictures and magazines and blood-stained clothes. Zach eventually joined me on the floor, telling me what some tapes were and what the pictures were.

It was odd, seeing pieces of a past that didn't exist in my mind.

Nearly ten minutes later, something shiny in the corner caught my eye.

"What's that?" I asked.

Zach shrugged.

I crawled across the stone floor to where the object shined in the minimal light.

It was in...fragments. It looked like it used to be a bracelet, but some of the charms were shattered and the chain was broken. The charms looked like they were...wolf and sky related. There was a broken claw, a shattered moon. Just looking at it was...painful for reasons I didn't understand.

"Cam? What is it?"

Zach crawled up behind me and looked over my shoulder. "Oh wow. I thought that was lost."

I looked at him. "Do you know what it is?"

"Yeah, it's a bracelet I welded years ago. I made the charms and chain myself and gave it to you. But...it's in shatters now I don't understand..." He sounded upset, like the bracelet being destroyed pained him.

Before I could offer him comfort, a cold feeling ran across my skin and up to my brain.

A gasp shook my lungs and my eyes widened.

A thousand images ran across my vision at once.

I saw so many colors, I heard laughs.

Small giggles and whispers, brown curls and green eyes.

Fatal wounds and wolf claws, blood and pain.

There were screams. So many screams.

I could hear a distant call of my name, but it sounded miles away.

Another gasp rang through me and my eyes focused on the image of a frantic Zach.

I breathed heavily, trying to stay calm.

Zach's eyes were all I could comprehend when I said my next words.

"I remember,"

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A/N: So yeah, late chapter (sorry!) but at least it was a long one! The team has come up with a plan, and we've seen Zach in his element as a leader. Cam isn't a very obedient person as has been revealed, especially in this chapter, but we're getting there. What do we think about that interesting little car scene? And in the warehouse? Some things are beginning to piece together from Cam and Zach's past. Are you as excited as I am? So eager to hear what you all thought of this chapter!

GDBSH888: Yay! So happy that you love it! I missed Cammie's tough side too, but it was really fun to see her innocent side. Glad you looked at it from that point of view! And exactly like the odds of Zach being her mission partner were so high but you know had to add something in there. Hope you liked this update!

Guest: Glad you loved the chapter! Yes, badass Cammie is amazing we love her. Hope you liked this one!

TTTTTTT: So happy you love it! It's slightly difficult to write Zammie with a really tough Cammie because of her reluctance to trust and let her walls down, but I'm glad you like what I came up with!

Duchess12: YAYYYYY! I love your energy and your excitement it's fucking amazing. LOVED your reaction to chapter 4. I felt so good writing it because I was like "Finally we get a piece of Cam, finally we learn something" and Zach knows her! Yes, I'm so glad you love this I love love that you love it! Hope you liked this one too!