I was standing in the middle of my small room later that night, listening to the sounds of the old house as it slowly breathed in and out. The lights were off, and though I was sure Zach wasn't asleep, I couldn't hear him.

Sure he had just explained my father's past, and told me that some secret 'Circle' were trying to kill me, but that didn't mean I trusted him in the least. I had to make sure I had a way to escape if necessary. The window was the obvious choice, but it hadn't worked out for me earlier. Though maybe if I jumped off a different side of the roof, or if I made sure Zach was busy upstairs. I was, after all, rather experienced in the art of escaping high security buildings.

Tonight might be my only chance to escape. I could get out and fly back to America, find the CIA myself and ask if all this was true. Though if any of my past experiences have taught me anything its that the best course of action was to find my friends and go hunt down the COC by ourselves.

I would have to stick to crowded places, blend in, and figure this all out on my own. Sure I was only seventeen but I had been trained for this, my father wanted me to uncover this, and if he had wanted the CIA to help he would have told me about them.

It was settled then, I was getting out of here one way or another. And I had a plan…sort of… okay it was a horrible plan, but a plan all the same. I quickly got dressed in dark coloured clothing and threw my hair into a high ponytail to keep it out of my face.

I grabbed the small black backpack from the bottom of my suitcase and began to fill it with money, first aid equipment, my passport, and an extra set of clothes.

Crossing to the other side of my small prison, I shoved my feet back into my boots and checked to make sure all of my lockpicks were accountable for. Then, after sliding my gun into the waistband of my jeans, I started the slow operation of pulling the antique oak chest of drawers in front of the door.

It wasn't the most original idea, and it was difficult making sure the drawers didn't make any noise, but it was the best plan I had. Once that was finished, I crept back over to the window and unlocked it quietly. I was surprised to find that Zach hadn't done anything to the window to prevent me from escaping, though he probably did have a few other measures set up.

Once the window was open, I did the one thing that most escapees never do; I called out to my captor. "Zach!" I had just finished writing my name in the condensation on the window when I heard footsteps running up the stairs in response to my panicked tone, and I couldn't help but grin wickedly as I prepared myself for the con. Hiding in plain sight was my specialty.

"Cameron?" Zach asked in an unsure tone, trying to assess the situation from the other side of the barricaded door. It was a really ugly door, with peeling white paint showing the brown wood and mildew underneath.

"Zach, my," I called in a softer tone, "my pills, the ones for my anemia…" I trailed off for a few seconds as though I'd lost focus, "…they must have fallen out at the apartment…"

"What happens if you don't have them Cameron?" He asked with what sounded like a little bit of concern. I guess whomever he worked for really didn't want me to be dead when I arrived at their hide out. I still didn't entirely believe his whole "I'm a seventeen year old CIA agent."

By then I was up and out of the window, I smirked again as I dropped two of my thick books wrapped in a blanket. The books landed with a thud that sounded similar to that of a body hitting wooden floorboards. We had practiced this particular trick in C&A class not three weeks ago.

The handle on the door started to rattle as Zach tried to get inside the room, and by the time he had broken inside and realized the whole thing was a sham, I had already slid off the roof and was running down the dark street.

Okay Darlings,

I have decided that this story is too hard to change into a Zammie fan fiction. I am going to delete it soon and focus on my original version. If you want to read the original story about Hadley the girl who's father was a spy but she isn't, then go to forget-me-not-xx on wattpad or is it forget_me_not_xx? Either one, you'll see the story called The Perfect Stranger.

Anyway, love you all; I'll be posting a completed 20 chapter Zammie Assassin story sometime soon so stay tuned.

PM or review,

Matisse.

Ps. Sorry for doing this with so many of my fan fictions.