Chapter 13: Cammie POV

"I never knew the CIA had a helicopter in the building." I said. We were back at headquarters after escaping from the COC base. "We do they keep the helicopter Liz?" We had landed on the top of a hospital's helicopter pad and then Liz and Jonas had flown back to wherever the CIA keeps all their helicopters.

"Sorry, I can't say where we keep it, top secret." She kept fiddling with a comms unit in her hands.

"Please Lizzie!" I begged.

"No." Liz said sternly. "I'm not giving into the puppy dog eyes Cammie."

I glared at Bex, expecting her to tell me. Bex just shrugged her shoulders and sat back in her chair. "So where do you think Macey is?" Liz stopped playing with a comms unit and set it down on the bench, she looked guilty.

"Liz what did you do?" I asked. Liz didn't say anything.

"Elizabeth Sutton what did you do?" Bex demanded.

"I put a tracker on Macey." Liz confessed. "I was worried about her. I can track Cammie through her phone but Macey was a bit harder."

"So if you put a tracker on her where is she? You do know where she is don't you?"

Liz shook her head. "No." She put her face in her hands and started muttering. "I used a prototype. I needed to test it in the field and after a few days it stopped sending out a signal."

"So no one has any idea of where she is." Liz shook her head once again. We were all silent. I could hear the clicking of heels against the floor as someone walked past Liz's office. The pace at which they walked and the sound the heels on their shoes made a sound that seemed… familiar.

I got up and left Liz's office, following whoever had walked past her office. They had blonde hair that fell to their waist, but something about the hair seemed fake and the way they moved reminded me of a politician's daughter.

"Macey." I whispered. I didn't make a move to talk to her or grab her attention. I simply tailed her.

She turned into a row of desks and began to talk to one of the agents there. I recognised him, Macey had winked at him and I had scolded her because Preston was her boyfriend.

"Did you get what I sent you?" Asked the agent.

"Yes I did thanks." Replied Macey. She pulled the blonde wig off and stood with a flirtatious smile. The agent had a smirk spread across his face. He looked as if he was very happy about something. His expression quickly changed when Macey grabbed the front of his shirt and shoved him against a wall, in a threatening way. "Who are you working for?" Macey growled, "Those comms weren't CIA."

The agent pushed Macey's hands off him and sprinted out of the room.

"STOP HIM!" Macey shouted, "He's a double agent."

I immediately ran after the agent. He was weaving through everyone else in the corridors before he ran into someone who had come around a corner. He landed flat on his back as he bumped into Grant. Grant had one hand on his forehead and the other stretched out to help the man who had ran into him up. "Hey sorry man. How's your head?" The agent took Grant's hand.

"Grant stop him! He's a double agent." Grant pulled the man up and pushed him face first against the wall and pulled his hands behind his back.

The agent grunted on impact and cursed (in English, so he turned a few more heads). "I think you broke my nose." He growled.

"You're lucky it wasn't all the bones in your body." Grant threatened. More agents came and took the double agent to questioning. Macey strutted up the hall and came to talk to Grant and I.

"Well now that that's sorted can I please sit down. You know car chases, honey potting and scaling 40 storey buildings are fun but I would like to relax for five minutes."

I laughed, "Com'n Macey, Liz wants to talk about going dress shopping and I'm sure we could get and icepack and some painkillers for Grant." Grant had one hand on his forehead and hand against the wall, balancing himself.

"Let's go Grant." I took one of Grant's arms and Macey took the other and we led Grant to Liz's office.

"Grant what happened?" Bex asked as she pressed an icepack against his forehead. Grant winced at the temperature of the pack before swallowing two painkilling tablets.

"Some idiot wasn't watching where he was going."

Macey had claimed Liz's chair and she had her feet propped up on the desk, she was sipping coffee from a jumbo sized Starbucks cup.

"So Liz, when are we going dress shopping?"

"Hopefully on Saturday. I have to make sure that my Mum is busy so she can't come to the dress shop, she knows that I work for the government but I think telling her that my bridesmaids are CIA agents that can kill her with a plastic straw, a hair tie and a tissue might freak her out a bit. I'll tell her and dad before the wedding though."

"Have you picked a venue yet? As your unofficial wedding co-ordinator I would like to know what I'm working with." Macey stated.

Liz laughed and said, "Jonas and I are going this afternoon to check out a venue, but it is a bit of a drive so we won't be back until tomorrow." As if on cue Jonas stepped into Liz's office, jacket in hand.

"You ready Liz?" He asked. He looked around at all of us before staring at Grant, who still had an ice pack against his forehead. "Did Bex -?" He started.

"No" Macey, Liz and I said at the same time.

"Some idiot wasn't watching where he was going." Grant explained.

"Why is it when everybody sees Grant injured they think I did something?" Bex remarked.

"Because most of the time it's true." Grant mumbled. Bex glared at him. "Remember two years ago – in Spain, you thought I was one of the men behind us and you hit me over the head with a porcelain jug." (A/N: Clockwork Angel anyone?)

"It's not my fault that you decided to wear a green hoodie that day." Bex stated.

"Or what about 4 months ago at the restaurant."

"You should know better than to play footsies with me."

"Or just last week, with your copy of History of Espionage."

"Ok, ok I get it, hardback books, porcelain jugs and kicks to the shins hurt. Put that ice back on your head or you will look like you have a golf ball stuck to your forehead."

"Come on Jonas, let's go." Liz said, pulling Jonas by the arm out of her office. "Don't forget to lock up." She yelled.

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