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Now, to clear up some things: What is happening so far? I don't get it? Well, I'm here to answer those questions. 5 years ago, Cammie left the field for reasons still unknown to us, and because of that, everyone, not including Joe and her mom (who got married, by the by), was ordered to drink that tea that makes them forget about certain things. Remember? Josh was given it in the first book, so in the second book, he didn't remember about the test he burst in on. Now, 5 years later, Cammie has been forcefully pulled back into the field, because Liz was kidnapped. The kidnappers have decided to play a game, so that's what they're doing. Playing a game to get Liz back, without anyone getting hurt. Remember, Liz doesn't get hurt, but one of the others will.

Now, any more questions, or puzzlements, just ask. Oh, and by the by, Cammie has become sexier. Like, she actually knows how to behave in a sexy manner. Just thought you guys should know.

Enjoy!

Simply,

Sam.

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine with that." He answers, looking straight at me. Okay, so on the outside, I am putting on a pretty pulled together façade. On the inside, on the other hand, I'm totally freaking out! Zach's going to go on a mission with me? Even when I was on the field, we never went on missions together! It's just not something we did, because our relationship could put the mission on the line! I mean, Mom and Joe do it all the time, but they're professionals and can put their emotions on hold. Even though we'd been trained practically our whole lives, Zach and I still had trouble with the whole emotions part. Man, and I thought just being in the same room was frustrating? Now, for this mission, we have to put aside our emotions and thoughts for and of each other so that we can pull this off.

I take a deep breath and say, slowly, cautiously, afraid to scare him off. "Okay… Let's do this." Macey and Bex quickly stand up, talking rapidly about my hair and my make up and my outfit, and run off to the room to get their stuff to get me ready. Mom and Joe start rifling through the papers again, talking about a mile a minute, scrutinizing the note from "7", and basically talking to themselves and each other. Zach and I, on the other hand, just stand there, completely still, staring at each other, wondering what the other is thinking. Or at least, I'm wondering what he's thinking; I have no idea if he's wondering what I'm thinking. I'm still staring into his eyes, searching his face, when Bex and Macey pull me out of my trance by pushing me into a chair and telling me to close my eyes. I listen to them, there's no point in fighting, because it's nearly 6 and I really don't want to be late. That would be disastrous.

"Okay, go put this on!" Macey says, shoving a dress at me and pushing me towards the room. I lock the door and quickly put the dress on, looking at myself in the mirror. I look great, if I do say so myself, and I don't mean it to be conceited, but it's true. It's a knee-length, baby blue, spaghetti strap, and very casual, gorgeous dress. It's tight on the bust, but then it just flows out, and it's just so pretty. I put on the shoes Bex had practically thrown at me, and walk back out. Apparently, they'd attacked Zach as well, because before he was wearing jeans and a regular t-shirt, but now, it's still jeans, but a nicer shirt. And it's in blue. Whoop-de-freakin-do. "You look amazing!" Macey squeals once she sees me. Everyone turns to look at me and I can see approving smiles. I glance at the clock and sigh.

"It's 5:20. The nearest mall is 40 minutes away."

Bex rolls her eyes and point to Zach. "You know the way this boy drives, it's mad. You'll get there with enough time to spare, trust me." I remember what she means, and smile slightly at a memory.

We had been late for a meeting, and Zach had decided he would drive. We broke about 50 driving laws, and got there 30 minutes before anyone else. Bex is right, I'll have enough time to go do some shopping.

"True. Well, best be on our way." Before we leave, Mom hands us earpieces so that we can stay in touch with them. Mom, Joe, Macey, and Bex have decided to stay at the safe house, simply because all the equipment is here, and they are really no help without it. I'm just telling the truth here.

The car ride starts off fairly quiet, right up until the moment I decide to open my big mouth. "Zach, listen, I just wanted to say-"

"Cammie, just stop." He interrupts me, quickly. "Listen, I don't want to go on a mission with you, not since you left me, totally out of the blue five years ago, and the only reason I'm doing this now is because we've got to get Liz back. That's the only reason, and if you try to start explaining or whatever, I'm going to royally screw this up because I'll be completely pissed. So don't, whatever you were going to say, just hold it in until later. Hold it until this is over, preferably hold it in forever, but I know you well enough to know you will eventually just let it all spill out. So until later. Please. This is for Liz, remember that."

Silence rings out for a moment, and oh so quietly, I whisper, "How were all of you afterwards?" but of course, he still hears me.

He sighs loudly and takes a moment to answer the question he wasn't supposed to hear. "After you left, we were all shocked. Macey was pissed, you know her, Bex was ranting on and on about how something must be wrong, because you'd never just leave like that, and Liz was in complete hysterics. She didn't know what to do with herself, it was like the world had ended for her. Joe and your mom were relatively calm, as if they weren't surprised by any of it." And they shouldn't have been. Surprised I mean, they knew the exact reason for my leaving and they knew way before hand. "I think Liz took it the hardest. None of us, especially not her, had realized just how much she'd depended on you. After that, we were all careful around her, treated her like a porcelain doll, afraid she'd break at the slightest of missteps. When she was around, we never mentioned you in any way, at least, until we were forced to drink the tea.

"Our superiors, we don't know who, thought it'd be best if we all drank the tea, mainly because of the way Liz reacted towards your leaving. We all agreed to it right away, for Liz's sake, and after that, we didn't have to watch what we said. We were ourselves, only, there were some pieces missing."

"What was it like? I mean, what memories were taken away?"

"Anything and everything involving you. You remember that night, when the Blackthorn were your guests for the semester and we had the ball, where we dressed up? Well, I remembered most of it, but the part about following you into the hallways… Well, I remembered going into the hallways, but the moment you were involved, it was a complete blank. We didn't even know who Abby was, because that would mean we would know she was your mom's sister, which would lead back to you. And to us, we didn't even know that your mom had married your dad, we just thought that she and Joe married and never had kids. We didn't remember you, Cam, because we chose not to. We didn't want you in our memories, because to us, it'd seemed like you didn't want us in yours."

"Zach, I'm-" His door slams, and I see that we're already at the mall. Before opening my door to step out, I quietly whisper my apology to them all, "I'm so sorry."

"So where are we supposed to meet this guy?" Zach asks me, as we're walking around in the mall, searching for the guy.

"It didn't say in the note, and it didn't even say what he looked like. It just told me to put these sunglasses on, and that he'd find us." We've been walking around for half an hour now, and it's 10 past 6, and still no sign of the guy. I'm about to give up hope when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn, pulling on Zach's sleeve so he can stop walking as well. Standing before me is a … 16 year old kid. 16 years old! Really? They thought it'd be smart to involve a MINOR? What are they thinking? "May I help you?" I ask, taking off the sunglasses, once I see he has a package in his hands.

"Yea, you… Cameron Goode?" He asks, peering at a piece of paper.

I silently start, but quickly nod my head. Obviously, this 7 guy knew a little of my past. Besides, no matter what personal emotions are involved, a good spy should always be able to go along with whatever is thrown their way, and I will be damned if I am not called a good spy. Behind me, I feel Zach stiffen, but I guess he realized the same thing I did, and he relaxes just as quickly as he stiffened when he heard his last name tacked onto my first name. "Yea, that's me. What do you need, kid?"

"Wow, you're a lot prettier than they said you'd be." I give him a confused look before he quickly moves on. "Here, they said to give you this. And also, before you open it, to go into the stairwell next to this place where Mr. Goode, your husband they called him, proposed. They gave you a hint: Blue and white. And that's it."

He stands around, still looking at me. "Am I supposed to tip you or what?" I ask sarcastically and he quickly shakes his head and takes off, presumably running towards his bike, because he does not look like someone who has his drivers license yet. He doesn't even look like someone to be trusted with a bike, to tell you the truth, but whatever. "You proposed Zach? When?"

"Don't ask me, I'm still trying to figure out where we got married. Presumably next to the Macey's?" I silently laugh and then stand completely still.

"We just passed a store with blue and white, and there was a stairwell next to it."

"Off we go then."

"Okay, open it." He says, once the door closes behind us.

I rip open the box and inside find a pair of binoculars. "What?" Zach starts inspecting them, and I'm looking around the space we're confined in when I noticed something on the ground. It's one of those little green toy soldiers with the parachutes. Attached is an arrow. That's pointing up. I look up and a few floors above us, I see a hand holding onto the railing. Then the noise of footsteps pounding on the cement steps echoes throughout the entire well. "Up we go then." I say, before following after those footsteps. I hear Zach right behind me, forcing me to go faster.

I burst through the door to the rooftop and look around me, but quickly realize that the only people up here are Zach and I. Memories of the time Macey and I were on a roof just like this quickly flash through my mind before I notice Zach motioning for me to walk to the edge, where he is.

"Look, over there." He orders me, handing me the binoculars and pointing out where I should focus. I see Liz, sitting on a chair, looking slightly frazzled, and yelling at someone behind her. I gasp. She's right there. Right across the street, fourth floor, it appears, in the building just opposite us. If we hurry, maybe we can catch them. Apparently, Zach is sharing my thoughts because just as quickly as he ordered me over here, he's pulling me towards the stairs. Trying to get out of the mall isn't very easy, because we have to push our way through the sudden throng of people that wasn't there earlier.

It takes us exactly 6 minutes and 37 seconds to reach the building and 4 minutes and 52 seconds to reach the fourth floor. It takes us 5 minutes and 23 seconds to finally figure out which door leads to the room where Liz was, and, if you put it all together, it took the culprits somewhere around 17 minutes to get away, taking Liz with them.

"Shit!" Zach exclaims, kicking an end table. That's when I notice there's a letter there.

Dear Ms. Morgan,

Nice try, but you didn't try hard enough, dear. I'll let you in on a little secret, Ms. Morgan, no matter what you would've done, you wouldn't have been able to catch Ms. Sutton. We had it all planned out from the beginning, we just did it to show you that Ms. Sutton, was in fact, still perfectly fine, and that nothing was wrong with her. Now, there is still plently more to do, and today's little adventure was just to test your listening abilities. Thank you for not breaking any of the rules.

We'll be sending you another letter tomorrow with a new set of instructions. Until later.

- 7

"Shit!" Zach repeats, sill completely livid. I should be mad a well, I mean, they did trick us. But oddly enough, I feel that I can trust them. To keep their word, I mean. I don't say this to him, though, because I highly doubt that I'd be able to sway him to my side. I just try my best to calm him down. "Zach, please, calm down. Come one, we've gotta get back as quickly as we can. You know, if we take this to Joe and Mom, I think they'd be able to get the building to let us see their security cameras, to see if we can spot the people. Come one, let's go." After a while, Zach finally relents and we take off.

When we get back, though, plans don't go as smoothly as I'd hoped they would. Mom called the manager and they told her that someone had hacked into their system, and they weren't able to retrieve any of the footage. Further more, they couldn't track any finger prints on any of the notes besides mine and theirs. We were royally screwed, and the only thing we could do was wait for "7" to send another letter. This waiting thing was not what I was cut out to do.

How'd y'all like it? Review/comment, please, it keeps me going.

Some questions:

What did you like? What didn't you like? What, if anything, confused you? What would you change, if you could? What would you keep the same? What do you hope will happen next? How long do you think it should take for Cammie and Zach to finally make up? That is, if you want them to make up at all?

By answering these questions, my fellow readers, you will be of great help in the next chapter, and the chapters after that. So please, try to answer these questions to the best of your ability.

And, once again, thanks to all who have read and reviewed, and thanks to all who have read my other stories (that's a hint, in case you can't tell. Hehe.)

Thanks!

Simply,

Sam.