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Macey POV

I paced in the room they had moved Bianca into after the doctors had checked her out. They had said she was absolutely fine, but it had been five days since the attack, and she hadn't woken up. The doctors didn't know why; she seemed perfectly healthy.

Joe had come two days ago to tell me about the interrogation. I couldn't make any more sense of it than he could. I didn't understand why anyone would do this; the Circle was gone. Zach said he had no clue either. I kept playing the scene in my head. Who would he know that would do this? Why would the attacker say he did? Why did they use an asset instead of attacking themselves? Why did they attack Bianca in the first place? What does it all mean?

I fell into the chair beside Bianca's bed. She looked so peaceful asleep. Her face was free of the normal scowl, frown, or forced smile she normally wore. I had been her only constant visitor, only leaving to be debriefed. Security was always here of course, but her parents had only been here twice. Not that it shocked me; it had been the same way for me when I was younger. I remembered when Cammie and I had been first attacked by the Circle. My parents hadn't even come to see me in the safe house. They only rushed me in front of the cameras to help the election.

I remember when I first started being Bianca's private security agent, she had been almost going mad. When I was younger, I had my friends to keep me sane. The fact that I was training to be a spy had helped too. But, Bianca hadn't had any of that. She had a private tutor and was kept inside most of the time. She was so locked inside herself by the time I got to her, it took a long time for me to find the girl underneath the bratty exterior. But, I had, and I was Bianca's only true friend right now- the only one who knew the real Bianca.

Sighing, I brushed a lock of light brown hair out of Bianca's face. "I won't let anything happen to you ever again," I whispered.

I fell asleep a few hours later.

Around three a.m. I was woken up by a gentle pulling on my sleeve.

"Macey," a small voice whispered.

I opened my eyes and saw two light green irises staring back at me. I gasped and grabbed the girl in front of me in a hug.

"You're awake!" I cried.

Bianca gasped, then sighed, "Yeah, I am. How long was I asleep?"

I released her and let her sit back on her bed. "About six days. You're in a safe house right now. The doctors said you could go home once you woke up. "

I watched her as she nodded, absorbing the information. She looked like she was going to say something, then closed her mouth again. Finally, she asked quietly, "Where's the President and wife?" She never said his name. It reminded me of how I refused to say my father's name.

I sighed. "They're at the White House. They came to see you when you were safe from the attack and when we moved you here, but they haven't been here since." I didn't sugarcoat it; she didn't want me to.

She nodded, her face unreadable. We stayed silent for a few minutes, then she finally said, "I'm hungry."

"You know what's coming next, right?" I asked. Once everyone knew she was awake she would be debriefed and examined by multiple agents and doctors. It was the reason I hadn't asked her anything.

She sighed, "Yeah, bring on the inspectors."

I nodded, then left to tell the others she was awake.

After Bianca had been debriefed, I had finally been able to get her some food. I watched her carefully as she ate her sandwich. When Bianca was finished, she lied down again. "Macey?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you tell me how you joined the Secret Service now?" she asked.

I sighed. I couldn't tell her about Gallagher, but I had never lied to her before. I thought about what to say for a while before answering. "I joined the Secret Service when I was eighteen," I said.

"I know. How did you join at only eighteen? I mean I know you're awesome- heck, you just proved you're awesome-"

I grinned.

"But you are a senator's daughter. My dad ran against yours. And you were able to join the Service at eighteen?"

I smiled, "I had some special training."

"When? You went to a boarding school."

"Yeah, I did." I said, "Sorry, Bianca, but the rest is classified."

Bianca frowned but didn't push it. After a while, she sat up suddenly and asked, "What day is it?"

"The twelfth. Why?"

"My birthday."

"Oh, right, you wanted to go to London for your birthday didn't you?"

She nodded, then groaned. "But I'm going to be under a microscope for the next few days, and extra security is going to be added isn't it?" Bianca said, flopping down on her face.

I thought about it. Her birthday was on the seventeenth. The security would be pushed up a notch, and the news would want to know all about the 'poor little girl' who had been attacked. But if the right reporters were following her, and if she had the right security in London...

I turned to Bianca grinning, "Well, I might be able to arrange for us to go to London."

She shot back up, "How?"

I smirked, "I have some friends."

Cammie POV

I was packing my bag for a one or two day trip to New York. It was Saturday, and I hadn't heard any news about anything since Zach called three days ago to tell me what had happened with the interrogation and that he was going to stay with Joe for a while to try to figure this out.

I never was too patient.

I wanted news, and there was only one person I knew who would have it.

I finished packing and walked out of the little apartment I was living in. I turned the corner to find a boy and girl running towards me. Well, not me, I don't think they even saw me until they almost ran into me. Not, that I would have let them- I was just a chameleon.

"Whoa! Sorry! Didn't see you," the girl said. She had strawberry blonde hair and green eyes- was right-handed, was wearing contacts, and probably having bad allergies; her nose was pink from blowing it. She grinned at me and kept walking down the hall, but the boy was staring at me strangely.

"Yes?" I asked him.

"Oh, nothing. You just seemed familiar," he replied. He had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and had a slight sunburn. He was the same boy who had thrown a frisbee in my direction on accident months ago. Suddenly his eyes lit up. "You're in my advanced science class right?" he asked.

"Yeah," I answered.

The girl, who apparently hadn't gone far enough to be out of hearing distance, came back and looked at me. "Hey, you're in my advanced math too, aren't you?" she asked.

"Yup," I answered. Of course, I knew that they were Kevin and Lyla, the two top students under me, but I couldn't tell them that.

Lyla noticed my bag. "You goin' somewhere?" she asked.

"Yeah, I better get going," I replied.

"Alright," Lyla said.

I turned and walked away. I heard them asking each other if they had ever really noticed me during school behind me. I smiled. Ever the chameleon.

When my plane landed hours later, I went to the center of all major news in the US. I made my way to the tall WW News headquarters building in the middle of Manhattan.

When I made it to the building I walked inside, toward the front desk, and before I could say a word the lady at the desk said, without looking up, "There are no open times to see Miss Walters. Please make an appointment or come back some other time."

I walked in front of the lady and said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I just wanted to see Miss Know-it-all."

The lady stopped typing and looked me in the eye. "Do you have an appointment?" she asked.

"No, but I don't think she'll mind; I'm a school friend," I replied.

She looked me up and down, then nodded. She moved a pen stand over to me and gave me a form. "Sign here please."

I signed the paper, then pressed my finger to the little sensor on the stand. I felt the warm scanner read my prints. The lady scanned the information that came up on the computer, then smiled and said, "Well, I guess Miss Walters has a bit of time to see you. If you would wait a moment."

"Of course."

She picked up the phone and said, "Miss Walters, there is a girl here to see you. She says she's a school friend,- Ummm... yes.-" she turned to me, 'Name?' she mouthed.

"Chameleon" I mouthed back.

"Yes, Miss Walters, Chameleon," she said into the phone quietly. A second later she pointed to the elevator. "Top level," she said, then added, "Sister." She winked.

I smiled and walked to the elevator. Once I was at the top level I made my way to the big doors that led to the head office. When I knocked, the doors were thrown open and I was yanked into the room and attacked in a hug.

"Oh my gosh! Cammie! It's been so long! How's Zach? What are you two up to? Did you hear about the Macey and the President's daughter? Did-"

"Tina!" I cut the excited girl off, "Breathe!"

"Sorry, I just- It's been so long."

"Yeah, it has."

"So what brings you here?" Tina asked, walking back to the large desk and perching on top of it.

"I actually came to ask you if you knew anything new about what's happened to the President's daughter or who might be behind it," I told her.

"The President's daughter..." she said hopping down to bring up multiple files on the many computers around the desk. "Well, as far as the news knows it was a random attack, strangely on Bianca, not the President."

"But..." I prompted.

Tina grinned and walked to the file cabinet against the wall. She reached up and pulled a hidden box out. She pushed in a number code and let a scanner read her retina.

The file cabinet slid away to reveal a room with more advanced computers and top secret files.

"But, while I haven't gotten any leads on who did it besides Zach's interrogation, I've discovered that the day after the attack there was a breakout at Youngblood Asylum."

"Youngblood asylum?! No one's even tried to escape in over thirty years! How did anyone get out?" I cried.

"They didn't do it alone. Someone not only broke in, but they were able to do it without being detected until they had already freed two prisoners," Tina said. "The guards have interrogated a few days ago- I actually got to do one after Langley- they say they couldn't really see the intruder because they were completely covered, but they seemed young. And the escapees were two young girls too. I can't help wondering if it's connected to the attack. But then who would be doing this?"

I nodded taking it in. Someone ordered the attack on the President's daughter; the next day there was a break out; the day after that someone overrode the system at the interrogation and killed the man who did the attack. If the person who broke those girls out of the asylum was the one behind the attacks, who would want the interrogation to stop? Or was the person who stopped the interrogation the same one who broke the two girls out? Or was this not connected at all and we had two mystery attackers on our hands?

"I have no idea. Who were the girls that escaped?" I asked.

"It's so strange, no one knows their names. If anyone did, they're dead," Tina said, shaking her head. "All we know is that they're about nineteen, one is a dirty-blonde and killer with knives, super dangerous- like Bex angry dangerous. The other we don't know so much about. She was a black haired girl, no bigger than Liz. From the nine months they were locked up she hardly said two words a day. She seemed like a broken girl. I'm not sure why she was locked up, but she must have been dangerous to be at Youngblood," she sighed and shook her head. "No one even knows where they came from."

"What is the CIA doing?"

"They've sent out a lot of operatives to look for them, but no one's gotten any leads though. It's like they vanished to thin air," she looked at me, her eyes showing a bit of fear, "The only person I've ever known to disappear like them is you, Cam."

"This is crazy," I said. It made no sense. Who broke them out? Why did they break them out? How did they break them out? What does it mean? I would have to think about this later.

"Thanks, Tina," I said, "You always have info."

"Speaking of info, how are you and Zach doing?" she asked.

"Oh, we're fine," I said, walking out of the secret room.

"Awww... Come on! Have you heard anything from Bex?"

"Not since her birthday, Tina, you were there."

"What about-" She was cut off by the phone ringing. "Hold on.- WW News, this is Tina Walters- Macey! It's been forever!- uh huh... Yeah...- Of course! No, I'll cover it- Great!- Alright, I've needed a new story! Thanks!- I'll be there.- Okay, see you then." She hung up and then started running around and pulling different papers out of different files. Then she seemed to remember I was there.

"Oh, Cammie! That was Macey; she wants me to be the one to do the stories on how Bianca is doing," she said, "She wants Bianca to be able to go to London for her birthday and needs the extra security and the reports need to be filled, so she wants me to do it! Isn't it great!"

"That is great," I told her, "So I'll let you get ready then, I need to get back to Georgetown anyway. Thank you so much for the help!"

"No problem, Cam. I hope I see you soon," she said, giving me a hug.

I stayed in a hotel that night, thinking everything over. In the morning I flew back to Virginia.

I was walking down the hall to my apartment. I got my keys out and began unlocking the door. The more that I thought about the attacks, the more I wanted to talk to my mom, or Joe, or-

"Hey, Squirt."

Mystery POV

I walked down the hall and came to a stop in front of the door to the motel room we were currently staying in. I took a pin out of my pocket and picked the lock. I opened the door to find a knife flying toward my head.

It landed in the door two inches from my face.

"URH!" an angry voice yelled. The thrower marched over to the door and yanked the knife out. "It landed two inches away from your head!" the blonde yelled.

"Opposed to?"

"Half an inch!" She turned suddenly and sent the knife flying across the room. It landed right next to the bullseye- like one centimeter away.

"URGH! I hate that asylum!" she cried.

I rolled my eyes and tossed the bag I was holding on the shabby bed. "It's only a centimeter."

"Only a- only a centimeter?!" the blonde turned on me, another knife in her hand. "One centimeter is the difference between killing a man and missing! One centimeter is the difference between taking a man down and getting caught! Between snapping a rope and nine freaking months in a freaking asylum!" she yelled, her voice cracking.

I stood in front of her, put my hands on her shoulders, and looked in her stormy gray eyes, "You're out," I said. "You're out and you're never going back. Now, you know how to throw, so do it."

The girl closed her eyes, turned around and said, "The cat's eye on the calendar." She kept her eyes closed and sent the knife soaring. It landed exactly where she said. She opened her eyes and grinned.

"There," I said, turning around to the bag. I opened it, revealing wads of hundreds of dollars in cash. "I got us enough to go anywhere, plus some. Have you been checking the reports?"

Silence.

I groaned.

"Why do we even need to keep up with the news anyway?" The blonde asked.

"Because, we need to know where the girl is going- ugh, I've already explained this to you!" I sighed, then looked around. "Where is she?"

The blonde snorted, "Behind the bed, coloring."

I walked over to find the little, black-haired girl, surrounded by papers. I looked at the pictures; they were amazing. All of them were of fairies and pixies, but almost every picture had a fairy in some kind of pain. One had cuts up her arms, one was clutching her head, another had torn wings, it would have been disturbing to someone who didn't know the girl's story. But I was used to it.

"Hey," I said.

The girl's head shot up, her eyes wide.

"What you doing?"

"Coloring," the girl whispered.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded.

"Alright," I said. I turned back to the blonde who was finally on the computer.

"Hey, they posted!" she called.

I walked over to her and read the article over her shoulder.

The President's daughter was reported awake and well on the twelfth of March.

She is home now, but it has been heard that she will be traveling to London for her sixteenth birthday on the seventeenth.

It has been said that extra security will be added to ensure Bianca's safety.

It has not been confirmed or denied whether the Secret Service know who was behind the attack on the eighth.

I will be sending you all the news as it happens.

WW News reporter- Tina Walters.

This was perfect. I turned to the two girls, grinning, "Looks like we're going to London, girls."