A/N: SO. I'm actually kind of scared to post this update because I've been missing for a long time now. I've been trying to come back to this story for a while now, and I've even had chapter 16 halfway written since last August, but I've never gotten the chance to finish and post it. Hopefully I still have some people still interested in this story. I want to thank those who have continued to leave reviews for me, because in the end, that's what's always made me want to come back and continue. I hope it's not too much to ask for you all to continue reading and reviewing, and I sincerely appreciate everyone who's ever done so. I will warn you that we're still kind of on a touch and go basis at this point because I can't promise frequent updates, and while I love this story, if not many people actually want to read it, I may end up abandoning and starting a new story :( Well, hope everyone likes this chapter. Please review

Recap:"Very well Cameron. If that's how its going to be. You must know that you've brought it upon yourself, and you're only hurting her more." Before I could reply, he motioned to someone on the screen, I guess it was a two way screen, and the man pulled out a silver gun. My heart was racing inside. What were they going to do? "Every time you refuse to talk Cameron, we're just going to have to shoot your mother." I watched the man on the screen train his gun on my mothers hand and fire. I saw her hand explode into red, and I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out.

I stared in horror at the screen, even as it turned to black, and I felt myself sink into my chair into disbelief. Drawn out of my trance by the cruel laugh coming from the man standing in front of me, I felt bile rise in my throat. "Let. My. Mother. Go!" I screamed at his arrogant face. Instead of reacting, the man only seemed to be amused, which only infuriated to no end. However, I had no means of defense in the state I was in, and I had virtually no hope of being rescued, so I'd have to be careful not to anger my captors too much. One wrong move, and I could be inadvertently signing my own death certificate.

"Now, now. enough that. Let's get down to the reason you're here. Shall we?" he sneered at me.

I could only nod mutely in response, a tear sliding down my face. "Very good", he smiled encouragingly before continuing, "Come with me dear." I followed him like a cow waiting to be slaughtered. I didn't care what happened to me; I only cared about my mother and her pain at the moment. Bringing me to stop at the other end of the room, he motioned for me to lie down on a metal table, to which I obliged. I immediately felt cuffs snap onto my ankles and hands which had been resting on the table at an extremely awkward angle, great now I get to stay in this position for who knows how long.

I watched the back of the person standing in front of me, as he seemed to be organising things on a table opposite from me. I stared at his receding hairline, and noticed that his hair was slightly darker at the roots. He probably dyed it. I found myself cringing as the man in front of me turned around, holding a needle the size of his hand. "Cammie Morgan," he murmured softly, "I want you to meet my friend. His name is Harold."

I just stared at him in response. That was slightly borderline crazy; I mean, who gave names to their needles? I breathed in deeply. You can do this Cammie, come on. "Alright girl, listen to me!" His sharp voice jerked me out of my thoughts and I gasped.

"Surprised sweetheart? Ha," he cruelly continued, "I would like to begin now, if it's okay with you. Of course, your mother is currently bleeding out and is in need of dire medical attention, so if I were you, which of course, I'm not, but if I theoretically was, I would want this over as soon as humanely possible. But this is not to speak for you of course, perhaps you would like to wait until your mother has bled out?" he grinned at me.

My mouth dropped open and my head began to spin. Although it was partially because of the amount of times that he used of course in a single speech, it was also because of the fact that the full severity of the situation had crashed its weight upon me. "I-I think we can proceed," I managed to stutter out. My hands had begun to shake in their bonds, and it was only when I forced myself to concentrate that I able to stop their frenetic movement.

"Very well," his saccharine voice made me want to throw up, "We shall continue Cammie dear; just as you've requested." He slowly walked up to me and began to stroke my cheek softly. I balked at his touch; his rough skin scratching my smooth face. "Just a moment; hold still dear." I couldn't really see anything as his body blocked my view of the rest of the table, but I could tell what he had done as I felt the needle pinch the skin near my right ankle. The effects were almost immediate, and I could feel myself starting to feel stronger. My vision was most likely 20/20, as the image before me sharpened, and the rest of my senses were heightened considerably. I could feel every draft of air on my skin, and the strong scent he emitted was somehow immediately categorized in my brain as rice. In addition to my surprise at the fact that rice could leave a scent, I was astounded at my newfound abilities. Imagine what this could do for an agent in the field.

Before I could speak, the man stepped away and threw the needle into a trashcan a couple of meter away. It was an object I had not seen before, and I could only guess that my newfound senses contributed to my heightened observation ability. "So Cammie, enjoying Harold?" I opened my mouth to respond, but he held his hand up in protest before I could get a word in, "He really is lovely isn't he? Imagine how he could help our agents in the field, or even in the laboratory with the increased knowledge it brings." he paused, letting the information seep in. The only word that echoed itself in my mind was ours. Whose side was this man on? "Tis a real shame though," he continued "that our so called, FDA, won't permit its use on humans, something about sometimes lethal effects. What they don't understand it that it only has a 10% failure rate!" He grew marginally angrier as he talked, his voice rising a couple sound levels, "TWENTY YEARS I have worked to perfect this aid for the betterment of the cause, and they laugh sardonically behind my back!" Well that ends today; Cammie dear. Because you will show them that a few minor effects do not hamper its ultimate potential!" And with that he swept his white lab coat behind him, and marched out the door. "Good Luck," He called out over his shoulder.

I felt my head start to pound, and I felt the incessant need to blink my eyes several times. What was going on?I took a couple deep breaths and began to assess the situation. The door was on my left near the trashcan and other than that, the room was completely bare. I looked down at the metal clamp around my hands and twisted my left hand in a way which I would be able to pull it out with some effort. After a moment of maneuvering, I was finally able to remove my left hand from the metal handcuffs, albeit with some minor skin grafting and sweat. After that it was easy work because somehow my brain knew that there was a switch in the corner of each cuff binding me to the table. It was probably as a result of the uncanny powers which I had been gifted. Making short work of the rings at my feet I stepped down, careful to steady myself for a moment before completely relying on my legs.

"Nice Work Cammie" I jumped as a loud voice projected itself into my room. I furiously started around the room, daring hw voice to reveal itself, but after a couple seconds, I realized that it was just a voice projection from somewhere else. Alright, focus, I told myself. The door. Just as I was about to make my way to the door, the same voice bellowed out, "Let's see how you do with this one!" The surrounding walls, floor, and door seemed to disappear as they changed into giant mirrors. I felt like I was at a funhouse at a carnival, except this was anything but fun. As I walked towards what had been the door only moments before, I saw myself in the mirror six different times. The room was disorienting to me, as I had an inward debate on which side was the door, and which side was the floor. I felt myself start to move literally, as the formerly vaulted ceiling began to descend. While its progress was slow, I could already tell what would happen if I didn't get out in time; I would be crushed, the fragmented glass pieces piercing into my skin once my body had broken the mirror.

I felt myself start to panic a I broke out into a sweat. Now is not the time to get nervous Cammie. I ran with all my might at each wall in turn, feeling a bruise start to develop on the palm of my hands from the exerted force. Okay, maybe not the best idea ever. I began to walk my hand around each wall, searching for a line in the mirror which would give it away. The ceiling was still making its ominous descent as I walked, about three inches closer to me than before. Calculating the rate of change with the use of my internal clock, I estimated that I had, at most, fifteen minutes to get out of this glass prison before I was suffocated.

About five minutes later, in my frenzied search for a change in the glass, I felt my fingernail momentarily pause in a groove. Running my hand back over to where it had just been, I found hairline scratches in the glass, their lines meeting to constitute a box shape. Pulling my hand back I smashed it against the glass, no knowing what else I could do. The ceiling had gotten half way down to the floor, with the distance between my head and it measuring about a foot and a half by my count. I pounded the square continuously until I felt it give way. The hole I had made was barely big enough to fit my shoulders into, and I stared apprehensively at it before forcing myself into it. I had to pull myself up into it, and with no purchase for my feet as a result of glass' slippery surface, it took a little more exertion of energy than I had expected.

I found myself free falling until i landed hard on my side in a metal tunnel of sorts. A light could be seen far away, and I started to army crawl towards it. What type of horror house is this? I felt as if I was in a nightmare, and I wanted so desperately to wake up. Coming to a four way intersection, I realized I was in the air vents of the building; an area I was quite familiar with as a result of my countless infiltration schemes involving them. I balanced out my weight more, knowing a loose screw could send me tumbling to the ground, and slowed my progress slightly, again for the same reason.

"Don't move" a deep voice whispered threateningly, "or I'll shoot." Instinctively, I turned my face towards the voice, but a cold metal object forced onto my back convinced me otherwise. Something sounded familiar about the voice, and so did the scent that accompanied it, but I was too adrenaline hyped up to give the notion much thought. "Now," the voice breathed, their warm breath fanning my ear, "answer me and you live, lie to me, or refuse to answer, and you'll die. I can see because I have night vision goggles on; however, you cannot, so the darkness is your impediment right now. I would be in your best interest to just help me out." I gave a slight not to let them know I understood. While it was true that it was pitch black and that no human would have the capability of seeing, the serum had increased my senses to the point of increased night vision. I could at least see the outline of my captors body, but I wasn't about to allow him that knowledge, as it could prove useful to me for the future.

"Now," the vice stated again,"tell me. Where. Is. Cammie? Where. are. you. keeping. her." I froze at my name, and forced myself to put all the pieces together. I opened my mouth to respond, but I could only get a single word out, "Zach?"

A/N: Hope it was okay, please review and let me know what you think! Once again, I'm really sorry for taking so long to update. Please don't hate me :) P.S. I have the rest of the story planned out, and I'd say we have a couple more chapters before this story wraps up :)