A/N Hey, sorry I took so long to update. There is probably only two chapters left before the end of this story, maybe one if I decide not to do an epilogue, but I will not post the next chapter until I get at least ten reviews. Now I know how irritating that is, I feel the same way when I see that on somebody else's A/N but I only got three reviews last chapter and it really wasn't enough to motivate me to write the next chapter and so the writing of this chapter felt like a chore rather than fun. with that in mind, please review. Until next time.

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When I come to, I'm tied to a support pole inside a warehouse. Zach is slumped on the floor in front of me, still unconscious. His face is bruised and there is a cut just above his eye brow still bleeding. I cringe at seeing it and begin to struggle against my bonds. I hear a cold laugh and a chair scrapes on the floor as the person sitting on it gets up.

"Cammie, Cammie. When will you learn? Killing my agents and taunting me, it ultimately ends in your capture or surrender every time."

"Catherine, do you ever get tired of killing people or torturing people all day long?"

"No, not really," she answers without missing a beat. Then she smirks. She smirks Zach's smirk.

"So, are you going to clue me into your master plan on getting me to spill all my secrets?"

"No, I'm going to show you." She comes toward me and I brace myself for the first strike. It never comes, instead I see her foot connect with Zach's stomach, here him groan and curl in on himself. I yell and Catherine laughs. "Time to wake up Zach, say hi to mommy."

He groans again and his eyes fly open. "Catherine." He struggles to get to his feet. "What do you want?"

"Don't you mean mom?"

"No, I don't. What do you want?"

"Well, I want Cammie to talk and you are going to make that happen. You see son, I've finally realized that Cammie isn't going to talk if I torture her, but maybe if I torture the person she loves the most, she'll talk. You know, this whole thing, her running from me, from school, from you. It has all been to protect the people she loves."

I glare at Catherine's back from my place tied to the post, I'm so scared for Zach, so scared of what Catherine will do to get me to talk. I know I can't let her see it though so I decide to act cocky, uncaring, bored. I cough. "Hello? Still here. Actually I've been here the whole time and Catherine? I don't think I like you're plan much." Zach's head swivels in my direction and his mouth falls open. I know I must look like hell, I can feel blood in my hair and I'm pretty sure my jaw is bruised but it doesn't account for his gaping, I try to put it out of my head and smile at Catherine who looks about ready to kill me. "Would you just untie me and we can leave? It'll save you some time Catherine, I'm not going to talk."

"You will Cammie, I promise you, you will."

Then Catherine pulls out a knife from the folds of her coat and starts and all I see is the pain on Zach's face and the blood on the floor and all I hear is his screams and my screams and Catherine's laughter. I close my eyes then, pretend that it isn't happening, pretend that Zach is okay and everything is fine, but it's not and so I silently pray that everything will turn out okay, everything will be fine and that Zach will forgive me because no matter what Catherine does, I can't tell her anything because there isn't anything to tell. There is nothing. My mind wanders to anything but what is happening in front of me until the rope tying me to the pole is cut. I fall to the ground, then run towards Catherine and Zach, paying no mind to who freed me, just knowing that I have to kill Catherine, that I need to save Zach. I kick the knife out of Catherine's hand then kick her in the stomach, the arm, the leg. My training goes out the window as my body goes on overdrive. The only thing I can think is how much pain I want to cause her, need to cause her. All of my frustration, anger, pain, sadness, every emotion she has ever caused me rise to the surface and I'm yelling, shouting at her, angry words, words full of loathing and grief and pain and sadness and hate. I remember I'm a spy then and get a hold on my emotions, turning in one second from the little girl who misses her father to the Chameleon who got caught and learned what it took to stay alive. Every punch I throw is cool and calculated, every kick has meaning. Catherine is up off the ground now and fighting back, but she is not as angry as I am, the only thing at stake here is her pride and her life but she has already destroyed my life and I have nothing left to lose but the person lying on the floor in front of us, struggling to get up, to help me and so I tell him to stay where he is, that I'm fine, but unlike yesterday on the roof he doesn't listen and struggles against himself harder.

I'm distracted looking at Zach and Catherine must see an opening in my guard because the next thing I know, I'm on the ground and she has a forearm across my throat.

"Face it Cammie, you're beaten." Catherine says with a cocky smile.

"Not yet," I return. "Did I ever tell you about that nun I met the first time I was in Paris? She taught me a thing or two, illegal moves but I doubt anybody will care as you're a terrorist."

Then I spit in her face and in her momentary distraction, pull one of my arms free of her grasp and slam my palm into the bottom of her nose, putting enough pressure on the bone to push it up far enough that she would be paralyzed for a few seconds but that it wouldn't kill her. By the time I have gotten out of her grasp and straightened myself out, she is up again. I know I should have gotten her well she was down but there seems to be something wrong with attacking somebody who can't do anything to defend themselves, even if that somebody is Catherine. As she comes at me again, I know that we are evenly matched, that only the element of surprise will let me win this fight. She punches my nose and I hear it break, feel the blood gushing down my face. Catherine keeps coming though and I kick her in the stomach, she just grunts and kicks me in the shin. I fall to one knee and she comes in to finish me off, aiming a kick at my stomach. My hands come up, trapping her foot against my body. I go into a back roll, using my momentum to pull her with me. I land on top of her, her leg bent up between our bodies, her arms trapped beneath her body, my forearm on her neck, my other hand pushing against the side of her head. If I put any more pressure on her head, her neck will snap. Catherine stares at me, her eyes wide.

"This is for my father," I whisper. Then I twist her head to the side and watch as the life drains from her eyes.

Somebody is clapping in the background and I whip around to be faced with 13 leaders of the circle. (A/N I don't know how many of them were listed at the end of OSOT because my Kobo isn't working and the internet proved useless so for our purposes we are going to say 17 in total.)

"That was impressive," says a large man I don't recognize.

"Yes," Mr. Winters says, steeping out from behind the man. "That was impressive Cammie, I don't think I've seen anybody best Catherine Goode in single unarmed combat ever. Even more impressive is that you killed her."

"You're dead," I tell him. "I saw you die, I took the crap I got for letting you die instead of taking you into custody. You are dead."

"Well Cammie, that's news to me. As you can see I am very much alive."

"But...how?" I say, all sense of sophistication and deadliness leaving me for a moment.

"Cam, I am a leader of the Circle of Cavan, do you really think some of Catherine's thugs could kill me?"

"Yes," I say frankly, "but seeing as they failed to complete the job, I guess I will."

"Umm… no." Says a voice from behind me.

I turn to see who it is and am greeted with the business end of a gun trained between my eyes. "Well shit." I say to the woman at the other end of it. "Would people stop doing that to me? It's the second time today."

"Go stand beside your boyfriend." She says, not even offering an apology for sticking a gun in my face.

"Gladly," I say, deciding I'm pissed and hoping that Macey or Liz got my message and coordinates and will be here very, very soon with a hoard of CIA and MI6 agents. "You never know how much time you have left in life to stand beside your boyfriend, especially when you're me, but I don't think I will. In fact I think I feel like being difficult." Then I slam my hand into the base of her nose, driving the bone into her brain and killing her. As she falls to the ground, I grab her gun from the floor where she dropped it when she died and spin to face a very shocked looking group of Circle leaders. "Who's next?" I ask and raise the gun, knowing that I'll never win this fight but vowing to try. Then the windows and old sky lights shatter and I smile, knowing that my back up is here.