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CAMMIE's POV
That would've been me. Walking out of the door with my team and laughing how we all compromised them and that they were so naïve and much to learn. But it wasn't and it's been two weeks since I saw Alex and the rest of my team. The thought of even spending a day on a mission with Eliza crossed my mind, showed how miserable I was, remembering how the last one turned out so good. (Note the Sarcasm)
There were whispers and rumours about me that spread like wildfire. No-one was sure of my past and the fact you needed a Level 6 Clearance to even get into my CIA file, made people wonder more what the legendary Chameleon was really like. The instigator of these various rumours was mostly Tina Walters, but the fact I wouldn't spill made her pissed off at me half the time. Here was the mysterious Cammie Morgan and Tina didn't know a thing about her. It subdued though, probably because of the fact she's spent less of her time gossiping and more of her time trying to gain the attention of Zach.
I rolled my eyes at the thought but couldn't help but notice a hint of jealousy I was feeling whenever Tina got close to Zach, but after that I had to stop myself from smiling when Zach shots her down, again and again.
Bex caught up to me, deep in thought about something and looking at the ground. I didn't want to ask. Bex business was her business.
We kept walking in silence, as we turned the corner our dorm. I shuffled quickly to my desk, letting go of the ton work of books that I had been carrying for the past half-hour. The piece of paper floated away to the ground and I caught it before It fully settled. Inside was the messy scrawl of Josh's handwriting and his number from the mall.
"Are you going to call him?" Bex asked
"Not a good idea" I said, giving her a sad smile
"Forget your mum and the CIA for a second Cammie; do you want to call him?" Bex said, emphasizing when she said you. Part of me wanted to say no, that I didn't want to hear Josh's voice every again or just ignore that fact that I had liked him once. But as legendary of a spy, I was. I couldn't lie to that question; I turned around and looked Bex in the face.
"Yeah, I do" I said. She smirked and pulled my phone out my front pocket and punched the number in. I stared at her in disbelief.
The ringing sound echoed loudly across the room, as Bex pressed speakerphone, and after five more rings it was cut off by his voice.
"Hello?" he asked over the telephone, but I grabbed the phone from Bex and hung up on him. Bex raised her eyebrow at me, as I tossed the phone on the bed.
"I said I wanted to, not that I was ready to" I said, staring at the phone.
...
Daily Routine.
As much as I hated it, every Spy had to do something they didn't want to and this was one of my top dislikes. It seemed to be just wake up, breakfast, class, lunch, class, dinner and finally sleep. No adventure, no adrenaline rushing through my veins. I wasn't going to pinch my skin and find myself hanging upside with only 10 seconds to detonate a bomb; no, if I pinched my skin, I was just going to get a small tiny mark of red and find myself in COW re-learning everything I already knew.
The all-familiar bell rang through, the same bell that rang through every single day, like daily routine. I stopped and sighed, leaning my head across the cold brick walls of Gallagher. My internal clock told me it was 10 minutes to lunch; it was early but the first in got first pick. I started to make my way through the Grand Hall but my feet headed in a different direction. My Mother's Office.
I took a deep breath and pounded the wooden door with my fist, knocking 3 times before waiting patiently. I heard my mother usher me in, and smiled at my direction as I appeared in her office. I saw a plate of untouched food on the table and the files stacked but discreetly hidden behind the small armchair. My mother's gaze followed mine and interrupted my thoughts as she signalled for me to sit on the couch.
"What's wrong?" She asked, as she patted down the empty space next to her, away from the files, so they weren't in sight from my eyes.
"This. This is wrong, I don't belong here" I said, waving my arms around as I said this.
"Cammie, you might not belong, but it's where you have to be for the time being" Rachel said to her, straight and forward, almost with no emotion. She was giving me no choice and she wanted me to know it.
"One mission. Just one more, can be big or can be small, your choice. Just one more mission" I said, almost close to begging
"The director has considered this one mission, but I've got to talk to Joe" Rachel said to her more softly this time.
"Try, Mr Solomon won't just let me go on a mission without a fight" I said. My mom had a faint smile on her face as she nodded at me. She grabbed the plate with untouched food, which was still surprising warm and passed it to me.
"By the time you get to the hall, there would be no good food, eat here and go straight to class" My mother instructed, and all I could do was agree and obey. I touched the warm plate and let in the smell of spaghetti intoxicate me. My stomach grumbled quietly and I grabbed the for, digging it into the spaghetti and twirling it, watching it twist and cling onto the fork, before devouring it.
I stared contently at the empty bowl of spaghetti and exited the room, looking back at my mom as she pretended to work on anything but the hidden folders.
You could blame a girl for being curious. Let alone a girl Spy, but something's were meant to be kept hidden. Cause spies don't forget, no matter how much they wanted to, no matter how hard they try, it's our training that keeps us from forgetting, even things such as death. I tried to concentrate on the path to the Grand Hall since lunch wasn't going to end until 10 minutes later, but flashes of Hutch's death entered my mind. I remembered looking behind Hutch, seeing the man with the sniper, his eyes locked to mine and his finger on the trigger.
I could have saved him, and Eliza's words came back to haunt me "What if I held on a little bit harder, a little faster..."
I realized I wasn't sent here because they thought they had to put me on a hiatus from field work, but because I let a fellow spy die because I wasn't quick enough, wasn't strong enough. My health had nothing to do it. Their excuse was that I was young, and experiencing something like that had affected me, but I should have known it was more than that. It was lack of training and for once when I looked in the reflection on Gilly's Sword, I didn't see the Chameleon. I saw a naïve schoolgirl waiting for a life where one mistake can change everything.
I looked at the elevator to the Sublevels, it wasn't CoveOps yet but Mr Solomon was always there and he's the key out of here even for a second. The hand reached for the button and I felt the elevator go down and as the door slid open I saw the eyes of about 7 Blackthorn boys and Mr Solomon look at me as I entered the room.
"I need to talk to you" I said, looking at Joe's eyes straight to the point
"Cammie, I'm busy" Joe stated, trying to gesture with his eyes the room full of boys.
"Five minutes, Joe. That's all the time in the world I need" I said, leaning casually against the door frame with my arms crossed.
"Say what you need to say, five minutes is all you get" Joe said, sitting at his desk, not budging. It took me 3 seconds of silence to figure out he wanted me to speak in front of the boys, he knew I wanted privacy but there were consequences when you interrupt Joe Solomon.
"Tell the director I'm ready for the mission" I said releasing the certainty in my voice
"Spies don't lie when it harms someone's health" Joe said, leaning back into his chair.
"My health is fine, so pick up the phone and tell the director I'll do it. Just one more mission Joe" I said, walking towards him and dropping my phone in front of him. My eyes locked his as I leaned on the table with two arms in front waiting for his response. There was a silence and after a few minutes his hands reached for the phone and his eyes left mine to press the speed-dial, pressing his lips together and waiting for the sound of the director's voice.
"Hello, it's Joe Solomon. That mission for Chameleon, she's stable. She'll be ready at 3:00 on the dot tomorrow" Joe said, hanging up the phone and sliding the phone back at me. I kept my poker face but I felt a small smile on me.
"You heard me, everything you need to know is right here" Joe said as he walked to his locked drawer and grabbed a folder with the words I hadn't seen in a while stamped against the crisp white background, sheets of paper sticking out.
Confidential
I smiled as I grabbed the folder, turned on my heel and walked out the door. The way to the suite was quick and easy, and I realized no-one would be in the dorms since it was free period and dorms were out of bounds since we were required to do something educational or recreational to help advance our skills. I swiftly opened the door and stared at the folder, slowly opening it. A small blue post it stuck to it:
Tomorrow 5am, wake up early. Use passageway to Kitchen and get on the Blue delivery Van for Kitchen Services.
I smiled, as I recalled Joe saying 3:00 on the dot, and realizing he wouldn't have given away valuable information in front of possible threats.
I flipped through the sheets, letting the details sink into me as the mission described travelling to DC and trailing a short stubby man in his 30's working for Cahill, a small Ring-leader that didn't cause much harm but a threat none the less. We weren't going through Channels or back-up. It was a simple mission, something made for the Chameleon.
The bell rang out across the school, and I gathered the sheets and stuffed them into the folder before hiding them in a duffel bag that I kept under my bed.
4:50am – TIME SKIP
10 minutes to go I thought to myself quietly. I packed essentials in the duffel bag and swiftly got towards the passageways to the kitchen. I saw a shadow move behind me and spun around to see Zach, leaning against a stone pillar with his usual smirk and his eyebrows raised like he was pleased he caught me. I raised a finger towards my lips and mouthed Mission as I crept towards the passageway and disappeared between the cracks.
The kitchen was empty except for the occasional spider and there was a quiet knocking on the door Mr Solomon opened the door and guided me towards the Van where there were agents stationed inside.
"Curfew's 7pm" Joe joked as he closed the truck van and disappeared out of sight.
"Okay Agent Kings, how is this going to work?" I said turning around to find the agents taking off wigs and contacts, slowly revealing Alex, Eliza then the rest of my team. Eliza still seemed sour towards me but none the less grabbed me lightly by the arm and sat me on the chair.
"Guys, what's going on? I have a mission need completing" I said
"That's being taken care of, but there's something we need to do first" Eliza said, not meeting my eyes. The next hours seemed to fly by, as I crashed at the back seat with Alex next to me, talking about anything but what was going on and where they were taking me. Something in my gut told me to play along and just trust them, but I was a spy. Even your closest friends could become your enemies, but Alex's warm familiar smile took my worry away.
This is where I belonged. I thought, nodding my head slowly towards the fact. The car jolt to a halt and I saw outside the black tinted windows we were back in DC at a cemetery. Recognizing the worn out gate almost off its hinges from Alex's grand-dad's funeral, everything looked the same except the trees which looked more worn out and old.
"The cemetery…" my voice trailed off as we approached a grave and I felt all the air escape from my body and I stopped in my tracks. Alex kept his hand on my back to steady me and I took two more steps towards it.
Hutch Olivera
An Unforgettable Brother and a Loyal Friend
I knelt down on the grave and touched the cold marble gravestone and felt the tears fill up in the eyes. I looked down, watching each and every drop fall on the cold grave. There was a silence there and there was nothing but a mourning feeling in the air that lingered. A shout was heard and everyone jerked in different directions gathering our surroundings at a 360 degree angle. Alex pulled me towards the van as a gunshot was heard and my eyes locked to where the hit man was aiming. Right on the lily white flower that I was right next to a minute ago.
I felt a rough jerk on my arm as I was pushed inside the Van and the rest of my team, ran for cover closing the doors as tight as they could and Eliza grabbing the wheel viciously, breaking speed limits and escaping the thuds of the bullets hitting the car. The black tinted windows were bulletproof and so was the whole van, but didn't stop me jumping back whenever a bullet when glass and I saw a red van chasing us and on our tail with a sniper discreetly hidden and his aim pointed to me.
Our Van swerved as Eliza hit a sharp turn and I felt my body hit the edge of the van and I saw Cassie reloading her bullets before shooting at them via the window on the roof. Max grabbed my hand and kept me in the corner and pushed me down and kept me place when I struggled.
"I want to help" I said
"You are staying right here Cammie" Max said sternly
"WHY!" I shouted at his face
"Because they're after you Cammie, that thing that he shot at you wasn't a bullet" Max said, leaving me in my corner with questions in my mind. Cassie came towards me after a minute and shook me out of my daze roughly. We were in a secure car park, ready to switch Vans and something told me my team had been expecting this, like this escape was to well-planned but I didn't hesitate when Alex pulled me in a faded lemon coloured van with the words A Hint of Hawaii in every Bottle. Cassie took a red van, while Miranda and Benno took a floral van for a florist shop upstate. Max stayed with Eliza in the original van and I watched from the back as Alex took driver seat and awaited Cassie's signal to get out and take me back to Gallagher.
"You had the Van switch planned" I stated. Alex leaned back and waited for Cassie's to come out from his comms.
"Safety precaution, just in case" He said
"What the hell is going on Alex? I've in the dark for way to long, I need to know and I'll get answers one way or another, so let's make this easy" I said, my voice nearly rising, but I kept my voice low so no-one could hear me but Alex.
"There's some things left for a better time" He sighed, and I sunk further into my seat as I felt the van move forward. The drive back to Gallagher wasn't long, but quiet like a pin had been dropped and the tension felt like it was hitting a new high, a platinum sword wouldn't be able to slice through it.
"What will you tell me?" I asked Alex, and he looked at me via the mirror unexpectedly
"Nothing that's already been told" Alex said
"When was the f-funeral service?" I said stumbling at bit at my words
"A week after you left for Gallagher" Alex revealed, looking at his rear-view mirror to see if there were any cars trailing us.
"No-one told me" I stated. I should have been there, I had a right. I was the person Hutch was with before he died, but then again… I was also the person who could have saved him.
"It wasn't big. Just the team, his family and a few other agents, it's just we didn't think you were ready yet Cams" Alex said.
"I've been ready since I was born" I said, closing my eyes at the memory of my dad. He was still MIA, since sixth grade and memories of him picking me up and spinning me around danced through my mind and I absent-mindedly put a huge smile on my face.
"You still doubt yourself" Alex said. He wasn't questioning it, he wasn't just stating it. He was telling me he knew how I felt, and no matter what I say I knew he was right and the present smile on my face faded as quickly as a snap of a finger.
(A/n I do not know how long it takes from Gallagher to DC so just bear with me)
7:30 the clock in the van read. 30 minutes late, and I looked outside to find Joe was walking my mom by his side. Alex parked the Van and nodded to my mom in acknowledgment and opened the Van door, letting me step out. I pulled a faint smile on my lips to my mom as she eyed me and Alex cautiously then the bullet holes in the van. I slipped off the bulletproof vest and chucked it back in the van, making my way towards Joe and Mom.
"30 minutes late, bullet holes in the van, we trusted you Cammie" Mom said
"It wasn't her fault, it was my idea. Cammie didn't know what was happening until we got there" Alex spoke up, leaning against the van casually.
"We'll talk in my office later and Alex, consider this a warning. The director won't hear a thing if you don't pull a stunt like this again" Mom said, looking at him straight in the eye with the look that said it all. Don't Mess with Me. Alex nodded and Mom ushered the students back into Gallagher as quickly as she could.
I walked towards Alex and he leaned in for a hug, and squeezed me tight.
"Everyone's been kept in the dark, no-one knows what's happening, but there's been talk around the CIA" Alex whispered in my ear.
"Like what" I said lowly as we broke apart from the hug
"Something that can't be said here, I'm sorry Cammie" Alex said, and I dropped the subject. Something about his eyes made me realize this was serious, too dangerous and there were something's you couldn't UN-hear. I nodded and headed back to the door of Gallagher, looking back once to see Alex smile at me and drive away.
Entering the school, I noticed how each step towards my mother's office I dreaded. No more missions, considering what happened today which leaves out proving everyone wrong and that I am stable to go on more missions.
I knocked on the door but my mom mumbled in a voice I strained to hear. I knocked again but this time she came to the door herself, not fully opening it and smiled at me.
"Come back tonight, we'll talk then okay?" Mom said, and I nodded twice before turning on my heel and towards the Grand Hall for breakfast. No-one seemed to find it odd that I wasn't in school uniform and none of my friends questioned where I disappeared to at 4:50 in the morning, no-one cared or looked at me weirdly and for once I felt like the Chameleon once again.
Invisible.
In a couple of minutes, everyone dispersed into their classes and I jogged out first to quickly get changed, but no matter what record time I could change in, it was no use.
"Well, look who it is" A voice said behind her and she glanced at the shield reflective. Zach.
"Zach" I said, not even glancing back at him
"Heard you were going on a top-secret mission then eloping with an Egyptian Prince this weekend, because you sound like a busy girl" Zach smirked. I laughed and turned to face him.
"This rumours are getting ridiculous" I stated, I pushed open the girl's room to change for P&E but Zach stopped it mid-way before it fully closed.
"They're just jealous" Zach said smirking, letting go of his arm and letting the door close fully. I stood for a moment just staring at the closed door, before Liz tapped my shoulder. The Gallagher tank top and navy blue shorts were loose on me and I whipped up my hair up into a loose pony tail.
Bex rushed to the punching bag before Grant tapped her on the shoulder and challenged her to a fight, which her eyes lit up and a devious smirk grew on her face.
I followed Liz into a hidden part of the P&E gym, practicing basic moves, but the Coach dragged us out half way through for a fitness test, as in 5 laps outside the massive oval. I kept pace with Bex for the first two laps, but sped up as I saw Zach sailing fast us with breeze. I glanced at the Coach and noticed him arguing with Aunt Abby.
Someone came for a visit I thought and smiled at myself. Aunt Abby stopped arguing and caught my eye, waving to me and motioning me to come towards her. I cut through the oval and watched the Coach's face, grumpy and sullen.
"Come with me, Squirt" Abby said, grabbing my left arm and dragging me out of P&E. Coach growled at Abby, not liking the disruption in his class, especially during a test.
"Why couldn't we wait, after the lesson? I had 2 laps to go" I said
"It's important Cammie, something that can't wait" Aunt Abby said in an ushered tone, not wanting to be overheard, by nosy people lurking the hallways.
Entering Sublevel 1, I noticed no-one was here but Mr Solomon, he smiled at me warmly and he pointed to the desk and chair in front of him.
"Mr Solomon, What's going on?" I asked, as Aunt Abby passed me and sat down the front next to Joe.
"Cammie, you can call me Joe for the moment" Joe reassured me.
"What's going on?" I asked, not curiously but cautiously, from the look on his face this wasn't going to be good news to my ears. Joe looked down at the floor and sighed before looking up at me with a sorry look.
"The Mission, with you and Hutch" He said quietly. I lost my breath for what seemed like minutes passing by and I tensed a bit before trying to regain my composure and breath.
"What about it?" I said, wondering if I wanted to know.
"Cammie, you need to understand that there are things that secret, things that are too dangerous to say out loud but must be" Abby said gently
"As you know, something went wrong with that mission, very wrong" Joe stated, I slowly nodded my head
"We have sources that tell us it was planned, that the COC was expecting you" Abby continued for him. I took a deep breath.
Sources? The Talk in the CIA… It was planned, the room full of Assassins.
"We can't be certain, but the CIA doesn't take this kind of information lightly Cammie, every precaution must be taken. The director was planning to keep this from you until there was further investigation, but decided you had a right to know" Joe said.
"That Mission was top secret" I stated, my voice rising a little higher, my chair scraped a little as I tried to stand up but Joe held out his hand and signalled for me to sit back down again and calm down.
"There is one explanation" He said, I looked at him straight in the eyes, hard. Realization sunk into me and I fixated my hard cold stare to the ground.
"A double agent" I muttered quietly, sitting still and letting the news process in my brain.
The mission was compromised and there was a mole in the CIA, someone with enough clearance to know about the mission…..
I visualized my team just like they were here two weeks ago. Miranda and Benno, the power couple of the team, with their greens eyes and multicultural heritage, then Cassie at 25 who energetic and unstoppable, but she had a family to take care of. She wouldn't risk it. Max, the charmer, but he and Hutch were as close as brothers and with me, I was like the little sister he wished he had and finally Eliza and Alex. It wouldn't have been Eliza; the death of one of us would have expected and wouldn't have risked Hutch for a billion dollars. But Alex-
I shook my head. Don't even think about it.
Joe looked at me worriedly before nodding his head in confirmation of the double agent.
"Do we know who it is?" I croaked
"Cammie, this is dangerous business, if the person knew we were onto them, it could ruin our chances of ever finding out. The director is doing what he can" Joe said, I slowly nodded my head. It was a risk to speak it here and now, no-one knew who was listening and if the news ever leaked that there even was a double agent. The only word would be chaos.
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