(A/N: *ducks to avoid cyber-projectiles. And real projectiles, just in case.*)

"Oh this is not good." I looked over at my friend and realized that she wasn't talking about the not-so-safe house. She was staring at her cell phone.

"Cam? I know you're better at this whole spy thing than me, but is it really a good time to-"

"Hang on, Val. Gallagher's going into a Code Black again."

Five minutes later, we were sitting on a bus, more or less getting the heck out of Dodge. Cammie had decided that there was nothing important in the safe house anyway, and we had made good use of the pedestrian cover to get out of the area. While it probably would have been smart to deal with the two Circle members attempting to break into the safe house, we hadn't been sure if they had backup and didn't really want to stick around to find out. Cammie had just been sleeping there – her stuff was in the backpack that was now sitting on her lap – and I was very glad that I had the same thing. We had gone over as much as we could in public, and I had gotten the basics. When Cammie had taken off, she had managed to program her cell phone to react to the Gallagher security system. She couldn't do anything to affect it, but she could see its current state.

Which was, well, Black.

Then suddenly, her phone beeped, alerting us to a change. The system was no longer under a Code Black. It was perfectly normal. Cammie looked confused.

"There's no way," she said. "It can't switch on and off that fast." I raised an eyebrow, wondering how, exactly, she knew this. As always, Cam knew what I was thinking. "It has a built-in, un-override-able feature that makes it impossible to shift out of Code Black mode for at least thirty minutes. The basis to that is that we'll have at least thirty minutes to get the younger kids to safety, brief whoever's going to be defending the school, and get our supplies together. We also have a system that makes getting all of that done in thirty minutes possible. So if they're waiting right outside, hacking our system, we'll still have thirty minutes. This has only been ten."

I shook my head. "Well maybe they broke the system. I know it isn't likely," I rushed on, "but what else could it be?"

Cammie's phone beeped again, declaring that Gallagher had shifted into a Code Red this time.

"I think someone's hacking my cell phone."

I gave her a sideways glance as someone behind me coughed. "Really." Cam nodded and reached up to pull the stop. "That's never good."

It wasn't. It got even worse when mystery cougher exited the bus along with us. It could have been a coincidence, but Cammie and I both knew better.

Luckily, we also were better. We shouldered our bags and fell into step with a group of power walkers. While we were clearly still visible – and therefore trackable – we were moving quickly en masse. It should have been a workout, but adrenaline was already starting to make its way through my system and from the look on Cam's face, it was time. When the group reached the busy intersection, we branched off, this time crossing the street with a group of tourists. We fit in better with them given our backpacks, so we switched to American accents effortlessly. I commented on a girl's camera while Cammie complimented another woman on her choice of guidebook.

"Look!" I said suddenly, pointing an obvious finger down the block. "That diner is famous!"

"It is?" Another girl asked excitedly. "Why?"

"Oh!" Guidebook lady responded. "I know. It says here that during-"

And they were off. I slipped into a quiet coffee shop while Cammie bent down to tie her shoe. We both watched as the man that had kept up with us for over thirty minutes followed the group of tourists down the block, all of them disappearing into what I knew was a tiny restaurant. I felt a bit of relief, but my time away from the spy world hadn't made me forget. We worked in teams, and so did they. The chances were good that we were still being watched. So I bought a cup of coffee while Cammie leafed through postcards. I slipped out the Employee's Only door while Cam used a bathroom. Seconds later, she came tumbling out of a window, and I reacted to the hand reaching for me faster than I would have expected, being away for so long. It was a waste of a perfectly delicious cup of coffee, but the scalding liquid did manage to buy me a few seconds to weigh my options of an illegal move. I heard a grunt, a snap that sounded far too much like breaking bone for my liking, and then a quick laugh from Cammie, and I went for it, realizing that by the time anyone found our tails, we would be long gone.

It's not like they'd be in any position to talk.

While I was flipping and kicking and twisting away at a very complicated and painful maneuver that was only taught because we had to know not to use it lightly, Cammie was checking her attacker's pockets. While the details of our actions are probably classified, the end result was two out of commission baddies and some very scary evidence that we were, and had been, made.

There were pictures. First of Cammie by herself, then of me. There were pictures of the both of us, talking to the guy in the park (we alerted MI6 anonymously that he might be in some danger), and then of the safe house. One thing was very clear.

We needed to get out of London.

(A/N: Okay so don't kill me! I've been very absent for a very long time and a bunch has changed. Like the fact that I'm in college. Oh that's weird to write. And there's a new book coming out…sometime. So those of you that were here for NJACS know what's coming next... drum roll anyone? YES! I HAVE A DEADLINE! I will be finished with this story before the next book comes out! *cue happy dance* erm…but reviews would help. Pwease? Oh. And I have a HP fanfic up. If you're a Potterhead, check it out! –c.)