Two weeks into the mission, and it was becoming drastically difficult to attempt impersonating a girl named Alyssa Carter who constantly shares PDA with her boyfriend and also recalling that Cameron Morgan happens not to enjoy sharing PDA with said "boyfriend."

No progress was being made from a mission standpoint; Zach and I tended to lounge around lazily throughout the grandiosity of London city, hopelessly tossing proposals that would never amount to anything productive for our assignment. We had become desperate for any sort of action; it was unbearably frustrating to be left to the whims of intelligence as we lingered about, waiting for any news or events that could possibly lead us in a profitable direction.

One blistering afternoon — the heat heightened by the stifling humidity of the drizzly and foggy London climate — Zach and I were enjoying tea in a tiny cafe, having escaped to its interior to bathe in the coldness of fresh air conditioning.

"Trips are so much more boring than I thought," I complained for the millionth time (by "trips," I was indicating "missions").

Zach, who had been drowsily gawking out the window, ripped himself from a reverie and focused his striking eyes upon me. "They're about ninety-nine percent waiting and one percent fun," he confirmed.

"How were your other two 'trips?' How long?" I inquired, risking a scalding sip of chamomile tea and instantly regretting the burning sensation that lit up my throat.

"Not as long as this," Zach assured me, shaking his head and lightly closing his eyes. "They were fast."

"I assume they were all successful?"

Zach smiled softly. "You know me too well."

"Right; 'Justin Clay' doesn't fail anything."

"I've failed a few things, but only things that don't matter."

"At Gallagher," I began before sharply cutting myself off; again, I was forced to remind myself not only 1) I shouldn't be speaking about Gallagher in public and 2) I was fruitlessly attempting to remain professional. "Never mind."

"London is nice this time of year," Zach murmured absently.

I raised my eyebrows. "I beg to differ. It's ninety degrees and humid outside."

Our easygoing conversation was interrupted by our plump waitress's approach. "More tea?" she offered.

I shook my head. "No, thanks."

"Where're you lot from?"

"California in America," Zach jumped in. "We're visiting here together."

"You should come back in the fall," our waitress suggested as she scooped our plates and cups. "It's always lovely in autumn."

"Duly noted."

"Can we have the check?" I cut in. I glanced at Zach. "We should probably get back to the hotel."

We gratefully thanked our waitress, paid the allotted bill, and scurried from the cafe.

"Justin," I hissed once we were strolling along the cobbling walkways. "Have you forgotten that we're from Maine?"

Zach smirked at me infuriatingly. "California's so much more exciting. I've got the tan for it."

My mouth gaped. "You're ridiculous. This could put the whole mission in jeopardy — this — this!" I sputtered indignantly.

Zach jabbed me with his elbow. "No, what could put the mission in jeopardy is you screaming about it right now," he warned me lowly. His voice brightened. "No one knows where we're from, so I'm glad I finally told them it was California."

I scowled at the sidewalk before me as I was jostled aside by a frumpy businessman. "Idiot," I muttered under my breath in reference to Zach.

Zach grinned. "I know you love me, honey."

"Far from it," I grumbled, casting angry glares upon passersby.

"One day you did," he insisted airily.

I ignored him until we reached the solace of our hotel room; I had been planning an entire berating from the moment he smartly shushed me.

"Alright, Zach Goode. If you're going to just throw around random, stupid bits of information about our covers that aren't correct or indicated, I'd honestly be willing to retire this entire mission just to get away from you because we are not supposed to be making things up willy-nilly and —"

Zach cut me off with a laugh. "I get it; stop being so serious. We just moved from Maine to California, it's not a big deal."

"It is a big deal to me! Anything that's a lie is a big deal to me!"

Zach gawked at me, amusement tugging at the upper corners of his lips. "Then maybe you shouldn't be involved in the spy business," he retorted calmly. "I don't know, it seems like there's a lot of lying going on there."

"I'm not talking about spying. I'm talking about you," I snapped. "You always lie to me and I'm sick of it. Honestly, you just go around and make things up and think you can get away with it all because you're 'Zach Goode' and you think you're God's gift to humanity or something, and —"

"Alright, alright. Next time I'll let our covers live in boring Maine, okay?"

I ran my hands through my hair and sighed in frustration. "Don't you understand? Your lies are irreparable."

Something clicked in his eye to indicate that I was no longer focusing upon the subject of our fateful home location.

"Alright, if you're going to bring up the fact that we broke up, I might say that you never give me a chance to explain any of my 'lies;' if you did, you might see that I don't always lie to you and some of them are reparable," he informed me hotly.

"I really don't —"

Zach cut me off. "I don't want to hear about this if you'll never hear from me, Cammie. I'm going to take a shower."

And there ended the steamy London day and marked the conclusion of the first two weeks of our uneventful mission.

Hello. So, as you can see, I updated this story.

Okay so I'm kind of annoyed right now because I had an entire AN written already and I accidentally closed Safari so it's literally all gone. Poo

I want to first say that I'm sorry for the fact that I have 0 idea what I just wrote and I have 0 idea what this story is even about and I'm sorry for the terrible writing in every single chapter - I just reread the entire story and the writing is horrible by me so I'm sorry for it all and I also want to say that I don't even remember any of my grand plans for this story, I don't even remember what their mission actually is...and I want to say sorry if there are any inconsistencies because I really don't remember anything, I don't know if their covers are from Maine, I don't know any of it, okay so, yeah, I think you get it that I don't remember. I'll stop rambling

Also I'm going to put it out there that I'm a big fake. I haven't read past the third book in this series so I have 0 idea whatever happened to any of them and basically all of these characters are way OOC by me because the last time I read the third book was like 3 years ago and I don't even remember it's name and so I barely remember the characters ohmigod I keep rambling I will stop stupid

I will also say that I am truly endlessly sorry for how long it's taken for me to update. I was inspired to when I received an email recently that someone Favorited this, and I was like "Wow people still give a s*** about this I don't believe it I think I'll update" and then I was like "lol I don't remember any of this" but then I was like "Imma do it"

How long has it been since I last updated? It feels like about two years. At least? At most? I don't even know. I'm really sorry but very thankful that any of you are still reading, if you are.

So basically what happened is that I felt like my story was terrible and then something happened in my life - I posted about it but took it down so I think a few of you know a basic outline of what first went wrong in my life - so I've been in a pretty bad place, for a long time. Like, I don't know. I won't get into it because none of you would really care and you're like "omg shut up why can't you write longer chapters instead of telling us about your stupid life" and I understand because I'm like that

But I updated. And I'm so so so sorry about how long it took, but I hope you like it. Again, I had 0 idea what I was doing or writing so yeah basically it's not good but then again nothing I do or write is so

I know before I would literally list out every single person that reviewed but I have 0 idea who reviewed when and whatnot so I hope you're fine if I don't this time. But I definitely have to include a few shootouts. But first I want to say I'm thankful for the support I got from a few of you, it really helped when I read reviews wishing me well, and it really meant a lot to me. Like, some of your reviews really really helped, and I really appreciate it. So I'll give the shootouts to those reviews. First is a review from a person called Who, thank you so much for caring and being there. Your review was so nice and one of my favorites and really made me feel better, so thank you very much, very appreciated :) Next was by Death by giggles, I have to say your review was one of the most helpful to me, it even got me emotional. I really loved your review and I appreciate it so much, you are such a great person. I hope Ginger is doing well, I understand how it feels when you're worried about a dog's health and safety and just want them to be happy. But thank you so much, it really meant so much to me. And XxCandyygirlxX, I remember your name! :) Thank you so much for your supportive comment, it really helped me feel better. And lastly Gabby22, your comment was very sweet and appreciated. I bet none of you even remember your reviews but just know they all helped! And anyone else that ever reviewed, thank you! :))

Alright I'll stop talking. To sum it up, I am very very very sorry about everything. But grateful for all the nice people out there.

Okay, bye!

-Allie