To clear up something from another chapter no Zach wasn't in the car, he got left behind with Jimmy! (hehehehe)

The doctors were teasing me because my nail polish was the same colour as the bruise on my foot...I didn't laugh.

Chapter 9: Cammie POV

My heart was racing. I was fidgeting in my seat, nervously looking in the rear view mirror for any sign of cars tailing us. Zach had his foot flat on the accelerator; we were getting out of Roseville fast.

"So are you going to tell me how you know that license plate?" Zach asked. His eyes were focused on the road straight ahead but I could easily tell that his mind was somewhere else entirely. I could tell that there was no way I would be able to get out of this question so I told Zach what was wrong.

"It was my last mission, in Rome. I was sent in, undercover of course, to get the alumni disk from CIA allies in Rome but other enemy agents wanted that disc as well. I got the disc I just needed to get it out of Italy and back to headquarters without being compromised but then someone recognised me. I heard them say something about seeing me in London, five years ago."

Zach slammed on the brakes. "London? So they were COC." I nodded sheepishly. "I should have been there, any COC cell is dangerous Cammie."

"They were only a small cell but they were enough to try and track a chameleon. They chased me through Rome after discovering that I had the disc. They shot my tyre and I feel off my scooter."

I sped on my little red scooter past the busying traffic. Rome was always busy at this time of year … I heard gunshots. I felt a jerk and found myself rolling across the road

"I wasn't that badly injured but I made it out. I was almost killed."

I scrambled to my feet and sprinted into the crowd of backpackers and families of tourists eating various pasta dishes in restaurants lining the street. I abandoned my helmet, letting my dyed-blonde hair brush my back.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Zach asked.

"We are spies Zach, we keep secrets. Besides I didn't want you to worry." The exhaustion was clear in my voice.

"Worry! Oh I'm not worried at all that my girlfriend was shot at, once again, by an organisation that my own mother is part of."

"It's not like that. It was just another mission." Zach put his elbow on the steering wheel and started out the window, he was obviously trying to keep his temper at bay. "Can we please get going? I don't like being in the middle of nowhere like sitting ducks."

Zach put on the indicator and pulled back onto the road. We drove in silence for 1 hour 27 minutes and 19 seconds when Zach murmured, "We are being tailed."

I glanced in the side mirror and sure enough there was a black sports car, the same one that had been in the hospital car park and Rome and a van that had chased Macey and I in Roseville.

"Hold on Cammie." Zach spun the steering wheel and the car spun 180 degrees to face the oncoming vehicles head on.

"Zach what are you doing?" I asked anxiously.

"Just watch and hold on tight."

Zach flattened the accelerator. The car jerked forward. Our van and the sports car were getting closer and closer to each other by the second. I felt a bead of sweat run down my cheek. "Zach flinch!" I yelled, bracing myself on the seat, I didn't want to be in another car crash.

"Not today Gallagher Girl."

My heart was beating so fast that I could no longer separate one beat from another. I dug my fingernails into the fabric covering the seats. I clenched my hands.

We were so close to the other car that you could see the driver. He appeared middle aged, dark sunglasses, cropped hair and a few days worth of stubble decorating his chin. Then he flinched.

Our van kept driving straight back the way we had just come. The other car had swerved and was pulling out of the dead grass lining the side of the road and back onto the tarmac. Zach frantically urged the van forward. I glanced back in the rear view mirror; only one car was following us. Where did the other one go? As to answer my question we drove past a section of trees, behind them was a black van parked.

"Zach it is a trap!" I yelled. But it was too late. On the horizon I could see a line of black vehicles that appeared to be shimmering in the midday sun. Zach cursed in Indian before looking at the sides of the road to see if we could cut across a field. The fences separating the road from the farmers land were made from rows of barbed wire, if we tried to drive over them the tires would burst and we would get nowhere.

Zach gradually slowed the van down so that we stopped around 50 metres away from the road block. When the group made no move to attack us Zach and I slowly climbed out of the van, taking handguns with us (you can never be to careful). As we walked towards the line of car three figures came forward to meet us, two of them walking a few steps behind the first. The two people bringing up the rear were men, they didn't appear to be armed but they looked like they had seen more fistfights than Macey has eyeliner pencils (and Macey has a lot of eyeliner). The other person was female, judging by her body shape and the volume of her hair. Her hair was bright red and flowed just below her shoulders, making her skin seem even paler than it already was. As we approached her I went tense as I recognized her. We stopped about 10 metres away from each other. She took off her large sunglasses, revealing emerald green eyes, identical to Zach's. There was no mistaking who it was.

It was Cassandra Goode.

DUM DUM DAAAAA! I'm in a very random mood at the moment