And... I'm back I've really struggled with this chapter but I hope you like it all the same I just need to eplain a few things: a. Cammie is part of the F.B.I on lone to MI6. She has assumed a new identity which will be revealed in the next few chapters, so enjoy and please comment as always. : )

"You all know what to do?" I watched them all silently nod before I left the room. Allowing my heals click behind me I walked out of parliament and down the busy roads to the car park. I stopped and sighed putting one hand on my red mini allowing the images of yesterday to flash through my head. They know where I am and they know I'm alive so it wont be long until I see them again. "Great job you sold yourself out " I Muttered digging my keys out of my handbag. Clicking the button I opened the car door and slid in.

opening the door to my apartment I peered in, old habits die hard. clearly. When I was satisfied that everything was untouched I retreated to my kitchen and opened my mac book that sat on the polished counter opening it up I logged on and started scrolling through all the business emails when something caught my eye in the left hand side screen an incoming call was flashing drawing my eye to it squinting to make out who it was. clicked on accept Tony Hensfields' face enlarged over the screen now before you get the wrong idea it's nothing like it sounds. Tony is a MI6 spy helping me to protect the prime minister by supplying information about planned attacks. So that though in your head can be admonished. Forcing my professional smile I hastily said hello. Tony replied by saying I'll text you details of our event tonight before ending the call. Huffing at Tony's bluntness I fulled my hand bag up from beside me and took my phone out and rolled my eyes when I saw that tony had already text me the message with his usual bluntness:

6:30 .London

I checked my watch. 6:00 damn he couldn't have left it any later. Begrudgingly jumping out of my chair I padded over to my closet and picked out the most formal dress of black with lace sleeves put it on. Then looked at my watch 6:10 damn damn. Pulling my hair out of it's high bun I let it fall loosely over my shoulders before rushing out of the door forgetting to lock it behind me.

Walking up to the door of Madame tussards I checked my watch: 6:30 on the dot. I looked around the small crowed of people. Unable to see tony I walked in side. Little did I know I was not the only one looking for Tony.