A/N Hey, sorry for the wait. I had a lot of things going on for school. Enjoy this chapter and please review. This story is at 94 reviews right now and I'd really like this chapter to bring it to 100.

When we land at Gallagher the helicopter is still silent. I take Zach's hand and pull him up with me and then we leave our seats and hop out. The second my feet hit the ground, I break into a run. I can hear Zach running behind me, trying to keep up but I've spent my summer running from the Circle and he's just been shot. Even though I've been tortured, I can still move quickly. It isn't the first time I've been running after being tortured. I move towards the forest and, without realizing it, go to the gun range that Abby and Joe had set up to test me. It is still set up and off to the right is a large metal container. There is no lock on it. Weird. I open it and sigh when I see what it houses. Guns. It's not like I'm surprised, what else do you keep at a gun range? I grab a hand gun and curl my fingers around it. I take comfort in the way it feels in my hand, the cool black metal menacing and unyielding, so like the Circle but controllable. So like my fears and worries, but disposable. It is a nightmare not for me, but for my enemies. It is powerful but still a part of me wishes I had never picked one up, never learned to kill. The more reasonable side of me says that if I hadn't I'd be dead. I banish my thoughts to the dark recesses of my mind and lose myself in the shooting. Targets I can barley see, can only sense, I hit. Something moves behind me and I spin around, gun held steadily in front of me, eyes on my target, finger resting on the trigger. Zach just smirks and holds up his hands in mock surrender.

"I could have shot you." I tell him angrily.

"But you didn't," he returns, still smirking.

"No, but I could have. I'm good at killing people on case you haven't noticed."

"Gallagher Girl, you are not a killer."

"No? Then why was there a whole hospital of sick helpless people blown to ruble? Why is it that everywhere I go, people die either by my hand or because of me? Zach, I am a killer, a murderer."

"Killing somebody doesn't make you a murderer. Cammie how many people have you actually killed? You, with your brain, your actions."

I don't even have to think about it. "57. Not including those who have died for me or because of me, 57."

For a minute he just stares at me, then in to quick strides, he is at my side. He takes my face in his hands and lifts my chin up. "How many of those people would have killed you if they'd had the chance?"

"All of them, but that doesn't change the fact that their blood is on my hands, same as the rest of the people who have died because of me."

"No, but it makes a difference. Gallagher Girl, you didn't have a choice. You never had a choice in any of this."

"Maybe not," I whisper, looking into his eyes, "but I have to end it."

His grip on my face tightens. "No, you don't. Cammie, you don't have to end this, you can't. You've done enough."

I kiss him, "I have to. If I don't then good, innocent people will die. CIA, MI6. My friends, my family, they will die trying to take down the Circle. I can finish this Zach, I know I can. I won't have more blood of innocent people on my hands. I will finish this . I have to."

Zach must see something in my eyes because the next thing he says is, "okay." I breath a sigh of relief, knowing that only Zach would have had a chance at changing my mind. He looks at me now with the same look in his eyes that I imagine I had a moment before. "Okay, but I am coming. If you don't let me, I will tell everybody you are going."

I look at him and let him see the pain in my eyes, let him see how hard it is for me to even consider letting him come. Putting him in danger. I know I have to though so I agree. "Alright. Alright." He kisses me then, squeezing the gun still in my hand between our bodies. "Don't die on me," I whisper when he pulls away.

"Never."