Okay first I want to say I have NEVER eve been to Omaha Nebraska so sorry if my little explanation of the city is way off. Let's just pretend they really do have an annual parade with lots of people who attend...for my stories sake! LOL

also Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I wrote responses to ALL of them but then it got erased :/ :P Ill post them next time though!

ENJOY EVERYONE!

Do you know the feeling you get when you are being watched? The feeling that creeps it's way under your skin and embeds itself deep inside your core. The feeling that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge and makes your senses run on overdrive.

Unfortunately for me, my body has grown quite acustomed to that feeling.

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck lift up as I manuevered myself around the busy city otherwise known as Downtown Omaha Nebraska. The city which normally should have been quiet and practically empty with it's little quaint shops and cobble stoned streets.

Who knew that today of all days was the day that Downtown Omaha was hosting its annual parade. The streets were crowded, packed all along Mainstreet. Solomons voice practically invaded my mind as I remembered the first lesson he ever taught us in Cov-ops class. Notice Things. Everywhere I looked people were waving little banners and one man was standing on the bench near me blowing an air horn. My ears closed in around the noise and I could hear children laughing, the elderly lady behind me coughing into a napkin and the pop of the motorcycle engine as it roared down mainstreet behind the colorful float commemorating Veterans.

The little beep sound coming from my watch told me time was up.

The field agents assigned to my tail should have noticed me gone by now. Most definately. In the case that Precious Cargo (aka Me) were to have been lost, kidnapped, detained, gone MIA etc. then the agents would have to follow standard protocol. Code Red.

Alert everyone on the Alpha Net...CIA..FBI..NSA the whole nine yards..including my mother and everyone else.

Yikes.

I knew I had to get out of that city. And fast.

It should have been easy, I should have been able to slip by unnoticed, glide through the crowds, weave my way in and out without being watched or tailed. But for some reason, some reason, my gut instinct told me otherwise. My stomach churned and beads of sweat formed on my palms as I turned the corner and searched the street. I felt someone watching me. I had the feeling someone had been following me. Just like Boston.

That's when I heard the chiming of the bells hanging over the white washed door and saw the swish of a black tailcoat out of the corner of my eye. It was too hot for someone to be wearing a coat. My heart pounded as every lesson ever taught to me came rushing in, and I moved my feet on instinct, ducking behind a large woman and blocking myself from view. I kept a visual on the door, looking at the shadowed figure through a reflection, I must have been slacking because I didn't even see the kid on my right, the kid that I slammed into.

"Woah" He caught me as I stumbled and I couldn't help but melt as my nose registered a familiar scent. Could it be?

"You alright?" He asked, dimples forming on his perfectly tanned face as I looked up and gazed into his green eyes. For a second I thought it was him.

"Y-Yeah I didn't see you there sorry" I was telling the truth..where did he even come from.

"That's too bad cuz I definately saw you" He smiled, flashing a brilliant white smile framed with dimples.

He noticed me? This guy who looked similar to that one famously hot actor noticed me? Cameron Ann Morgan, the chameleon, the girl who goes by unnoticed?

I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the side window and I had to do a double take. I didn't even recognize myself. I realized suddenly that at that moment I was not Cameron Ann Morgan. I was dressed in an outfit I, Cammie, would never wear on my own. I was in disguise. A disguise to hide myself from the people who were out looking for a girl who resembled me, not a girl who looked the part of a typical Gallagher Girl. Instead I had caught the attention of Mr. Mcdreamy over here.

"The name's Kent." He stuck out a well toned arm and I couldn't help but notice how strong his grip was.

"Allison" I said taking back my hand.

"Allisonnn" He rolled the name around his tongue. "I like" He laughed. "My friend was right." He bounced on the balls of his feet and nodded over towards a couple of guys who looked around my age standing against a newspaper stand. "He bet you had a hot girl name." He cupped his hand on his mouth and shouted over "Dude you were right!" He turned around and smiled, "You definitely have a hot girl name"

I felt my face blush.

So are you enjoying the festivities?" He asked.

"What? Oh yeah the parade. It's nice."

"It blows" He said looking at me with his green eyes. He was about to say something else but frowned as he focused on something behind me.

"Do you know that guy?" I turned around, following his gaze and easily spotted a man in a black suit walking straight in my direction. He stuck out in the crowd, while everyone else was looking out towards the street, this man had his eyes locked on me. His hand was pressed firmly to his ear and his mouth was moving very fast. Luckily for me I could read lips, and his most definitely said "Precious Cargo in sight"

Crap.

I spun back around fast.

"It was nice meeting you and all but I really gotta go..." I was about to disappear when Kent held me back.

"Woah, you need to ditch him or something?"

I nodded. "Or something"

His lips curled up and his eyes danced as he said "Follow me"

Note to self. Boys were DEFINITELY a major distraction.

Kent grabbed my wrist and practically dragged me through the crowd.

That's when I caught sight of two more agents.

One was on the other side of the street, he was running parallel to us. The other was making his way through the masses of people. Fast.

"Quick Allison in here" Kent pushed open a side door of a building, and I just followed right after, into the unknown being led by a boy I had just met who obviously was experienced in running away from people. I didn't even care. All I wanted was to get those agents off my tail. How had they even found me?

We ran down a hallway that zigzagged and Kent knew his way around. He ducked into a side hallway and ran towards a black door. He slammed it open and we exited into a back alley. He took me around a giant dumpster and stopped once we were standing in between two buildings, the sounds of the parade in the distance.

"THat was fun." He was panting as he mischievously smiled. "I think we lost them."

"Yeah."

"Who were those guys anyways?"

I opened and shut my mouth.

"Hey that's okay. I get it." He spoke with his hands.

"I like a girl with mystery. It's sexy" He said with his dimples.

Sexy? Me?

He cupped his hand on my face and slowly leaned in.

"Woah stop" Who was he kidding I only just met him! I put my hand on his chest and pushed him back.

"Sorry. I should have known, a girl like you is already taken."

"Yeah." Sort of.

"Look Kent. Thanks for your help and all. I really appreciate it. It's best if I didn't tell you who those guys were. For both our sakes."

He looked lost for a moment.

I heard a sound coming from the other end of the black door, "I really have to go."

We both looked at each other.

"Go then, I'll distract these guys."

"You sure?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yeah. No sweat." He smiled showing his dimples. "If you're ever in town again, look me up okay."

"Yeah I will." Not.

He pulled back a metal gate, "I use this all the time." The gate hid a narrow alley that led into a side street.

"Go. I'll see you around Allison."

"Bye Kent..Thanks" I turned around and pumped my legs. I heard the metal gate shutting as I sprinted away from bad boy Kent who enjoyed being chased, away from those men. I turned the corner and found myself on a deserted street. Or so I thought.

I failed to notice the black suburban.

I failed to notice the three figures that had suddenly appeared in front of me.

I failed to notice a particularly large piece of wood flying at me just before it whacked me on the side of my head.

I did notice the voice of the smallest figure say, "Oopsie Daisy" just before everything went black.