SOOOOO INCREDIBLEY SORRY! FORGIVE ME! I BEG FOR FORGIVENESS! Heres what happened (I'll even make it simple for Grants sake! Grant: HEY! My grades werent the ones that dropped! Me: *sigh*): Grades go down. Mommy gets mad. Mommy punishes daughter in the most evil way possible. Mommy takes away computer. Daughter sad due to inability to write. Grant: What does inability mean? Me: And I'm the dumb one!

YOU KNOW WHAT? NEVER MIND! i don't deserve your forgiveness! :'(

CoveOps. I have a feeling there's going to be an unexpected (and unwelcomed) guest. Two guests if my theory is wrong. I'm not wrong often.

Let me tell you some things about Joseph Solomon.

Number One: His best friend is (maybe was) Matthew Morgan. Or Matt as we know (knew) him. Joe and Matt worked for Cassandra [a/n my mommy's name!] (I refuse to acknowledge that thing as my mother), while I was her favorite seven-year-old assassin. Matt helped me realize that the Circle was a terrible organization, so I helped him out with trying to put a stop to it.

Number Two: He and Matt are (maybe just him) are the best spies EVER.

Number Three: He should be dead. I would remember if he survived 'the incident'.

If you find Matt's journal, ignore the part about going alone. Me and Joe were behind him the whole way. Well, Joe was. I got seperated. Anyway, we went to infultrate a base in Whyoming. We were going through a long hall as quietly as possible. Out of nowhere, Circle agents come out and everyone is fighting. Keep in mind, I was seven and their leader's son: they weren't really after me. I fought bravely. I bit ankles, kicked shins, and kicked. . . certain spots. I was seven, a'ight? Give me a break! There were like fifty people in this narrow hallway. I couldn't see Matt or Joe, but I heard them and that was enough to keep me fighting. Then. . . everything went wrong. A man picked me and held my arms and legs still. As much as I tried to break free, I was stuck. Fear came over me, tears burned the back of my eyes. Joe's hands were being held behind his back. The guy must have been holding really hard, because Joe yanked on his arms with all his might to free himself, to no avail. His gray eyes radiated anger as he fought against the men with his legs. Tears fell as I found Matt. Matt was my hero, my best friend. Like a father, but not. His head held high as he threw punches rapidly. Sweat was evident on his forehead, and his black hair stuck to it. Remember how I said he was the best? Well, even the best make mistakes. His, was looking at me and stopping. Time slowed as thoughts swam through our minds. We were thinking the same thing; this could be the end. I didn't want it to be. Matt was knocked to the ground in less than half a second.

"MATT!" I yelled, struggling even harder against my captor. "Let go of me, you bastard!" My foot got free and kicked his jaw. We both feel to the floor and a crawled under everyone to Matt's side. Out cold. "Get up!" I screamed, shaking him. "Matthew Morgan get up this instant!" More tears came down. I punched away anyone who came near us.

The man picked me up again and quickly took me away. No matter how much I struggled, I coudn't get free and soon I was out of the hall. I was set and strapped to a chair. I could see into the hall by a two way mirror or something. Joe's legs were restrained, and he was thrashing around to get free. Matt was trying to stand and got an elbow to his back. I bit my lip to keep from screaming out to him.

"Zachary." I heard her voice.

"Mother," I snarled. She walked slowly in front of me, but not too much so I could still see Matt and Joe.

"So formal." She pursed her lips. "What are you doing here, Zachary?"

"I-I-I. . ." I didn't know what to say. If I confess, I'm garenteed a life of misery. If I lie, what will happen to Matt and Joe? "I was forced here by Steven Sanders and Francis Grant." Little did I know, that those two would give me problems in the future; Coach Grant makes me work harder, and Dr. Steve makes sure I'm always caught (even when I don't do anything). "Mr. Morgan and Mr. Solomon were helping get out when we got. . . attacked. . ."

Cassandra looked skeptical. "I see," she said. She stood and faced the mirror. I watched as men in black started to vacay the hallway, leaving only the two holding Joe. Each time Matt tried to stand, the one holding Joe's legs would kick him down. "None the less, we're leaving. This base is planned to be shut down and destructed immediately."

"How 'immediately'?" I asked. She turned to look at me.

"As soon as you and I are out of the building."

Quickly, she untied me and was dragging me through the hall. I kept trying to loosen her grip, but she held on tight.

"JOE!" I screamed. "Youhave to get out of here! You have to get! The building will explode! MATT! GET UP!" The last thing I saw was Matt trying to get up again and a foot swinging his way.

It was only a matter of minutes when we were driving to Maine. I watched the explosion from the side mirror. A tear slid down my cheek. I furiously wiped it away. No more crying, I'm stronger than that.

"Cheer up, Zachary. You'll make new friends at Blackthorne."

Number four: I haven't seen and/or had contact with either of them since.

Number five: He's in my CoveOps Class. Alone.

"Eight of you are going to take an extended 'feild trip' to . . . a place. But first a mission. Jonas Anderson, Garrett Chambless, Zachary Goode, Micheal Kane, Richard Montgomery, Grant Newman, Victor Perez, and Tyler Young will go on this mission. Go pack. Be at the front door in ten," Joe explained. I left with Grant back to our room. Packing didn't take long, but we were almost late, because Grant was doing his hair. We made it with seven seconds to spare.

Joe led us to the Blackthorne helicopter. Once we were all in, we sat in silence. All he did was survey us in his mind, as if trying to figure out if we can do this. "Sir," Grant started, "where are we going?"

"DC," Joe shrugged.

-DC? Wonder why. . . *wink wink*

-Will they tail the girls or vice versa?

-Does Zach know Cammie is Matt's daughter?

Find out next time! ;)