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Cammie's POV-

I raced on horse through the forest, getting closer and closer to the headquarters with every minute passing by. I slowed the horse down to a trot. We must be getting close now. I quietly slipped off the horse and patted him. It would be best to go on foot from here. I silently walked on, my feet making no sound, leaving no trail. As I walked, my mind went back to Zach. He would probably be saddened when he found out that I left.

But it was best for him. For everyone. When the COC agent had offered me the chance to spare everyone and join them, I decided that I would go. I was brought back to reality by the sound of voices.

"Are you sure she's coming?"

"Of course she is." "She wouldn't want anyone to get hurt." I quietly stepped behind the two guards and knocked them unconscious. I would try to fight. If that didn't work out, I would join and work as a double agent. I had everything planned out as I stepped inside the warehouse. Everything here was metal. I sensed traps everywhere but I walked on. When I came to another door, I heard a familiar voice.

"She's probably in here right now." Mrs. Goode exclaimed angrily. I took that as my cue to step inside. I pushed open the doors to reveal three COC agents and Mrs. Goode around a square table. I ignored her and glanced at the other three agents. They seemed about twice my size but I could take them all out easily. But I didn't just yet. I needed to work this out. I cocked my hip.

"I'm here now." "Can we get on with it?" Mrs. Goode smirked. Zach's smirk. My stomach clenched but my face revealed nothing.

"Well then. So glad you could make it dear." I rolled my eyes. "We will begin training tomorrow. Marley here will show you the way to you room. Early next morning, we will start." I nodded and followed 'Marley' to my room. My room consisted of a bed, a small table, a chair, a bathroom, and a tiny closet. I spun around to face Marley who was still waiting around anxiously.

"You can go now." I snapped and he turned on his heel and stalked away. Once he left, I quickly searched the room. I found 204 bugs and 32 cameras. I destroyed everything. I didn't need anyone spying on my personal space. Afterwards, I took a quick shower and dressed in my t-shirt and sweats. Then I climbed into bed and fell asleep.

I was waken up at about 5:30 am, by a loud knocking on my door. I mentally groaned and opened the door. Another guard was waiting for me, to take me to the training. I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face before following the guard down the hallway. I decided to make some conversation. The cilence was making me edgy and I could tell the guard was pretty nervous too.

"So, what's your name?" I asked. The guard looked relieved that I finally said something.

"Jake." He answered before glancing back at me. I was surprised. The guard was only two or three years older than me! "And you're Cameron, right?"

"Cammie." I replied with a smile. I might as well be nice to someone here. And he was the only guard so far who had actually been friendly to me.

"Here's your first training exercise." I was pushed forwards and finally got a good look of the field. It was set up as a playground, but I could detect lasers, cameras, and COC agents located in the bushes. Jake turned to me.

"Your task is to get the fake disc located at the end of the slide." Jake looked me square in the eye. "Without getting killed." I kept my face blank until the COC guard said to go. I silently crunched through the tanbark. I heard a faint zap and ducked as one of the lasers shot straight across the playground. Phew.

My relief didn't last long. Another laser zipped past me and grazed me shoulder. Ignoring the pain, I silently crawled towards the slide. An agent stood up and fired at me. I ducked behind a pole and glanced back around to see how many I was up against. One, two, three...I silently counted until I came to fourteen. Gritting my teeth, I managed to knock three of them out. The slide was just to my left so I quickly moved and grabbed the disk. I guess it wasn't going to be that easy.

Because right when I was about to move in the 'all clear' zone, an agent fired at me. I tried to move out of the way but it was too late. The bullet pierced my arm and I managed to roll into the 'safe' zone and collapsed there. My left arm was all bloody and starting to swell up. Jake came running over to me, but on his way stopped by one of the guards who handed him something. I looked closer and saw a first-aid kit. He rushed over and started to wipe the blood off my arm. he glanced at me to see if I was in pain. Which, of course I was but I didn't show it.

Jake started to wrap my arm up. He cleared his throat. "Are you hurt anywhere else?" I shook my head silently as Jake continued to bandage my arm. Once finished, he stood up. "Come on. I'll take you to your room." Again, I nodded and followed him into my room. I walked in and glanced back, sure that he would be running away soon but he was still standing there.

"Do you need something?" I asked, slightly annoyed. I wanted some time alone and I wasn't getting any.

"Are you hungry? Do you want breakfast?" he blurted. When I thought about it, I realized that I hadn't eaten in two days!

"That would be great." I said, smiling warmly. He disappeared and was back a couple minutes later (really 8 minutes and 23 seconds but who's counting?) with a tray of food in his hand. Jake walked over and set it on my bedside table. I dug in, savoring every bite that I got. Jake lowered himself into a chair and stared at me.

I felt self-concious. A chameleon does not like to be looked at. "Are you sure you don't need anything else?" I asked, placing my empty plate on the bedside table.

"You wanna see my room?" Jake asked, looking at me sheepishly. I raised my eyebrows.

"Um."

"It's fine if you don't want to." Jake started, getting up.

"No! I mean, sure! I want to see your room." Jake grinned and beckoned for me to follow him. After a bunch of twists and turns, we ended up in front of a steel door. Jake pushed it open and stepped aside to make room for me.

I walked in and looked around. It had a small bed in the corner and a big desk cluttered with CD's, DVD's, papers, and other artifacts I couldn't even identify. He had a TV propped up across from his bed and two bean bags in front of it. I was jerked out of my investigation by a loud crash. Looking over, I saw a huge pile of discs topple down from the desk. Jake turned bright red and quickly stacked them back up. I laughed.

"So, how do you like it?" Jake asked, coming up behind me. I turned around.

"It looks...great." I finished lamely. Jake didn't seem to notice though. But he did notice when Mrs. Goode walked into the room. She beckoned to me with her hand.

"Come on Cameron." She said quickly. "Time for your next test." I silently groaned and followed Mrs. Goode, leaving Jake in his room. We made a couple turns before coming to a small room with a chair in it. It looked like a torture room from what I've seen.

"So Cameron," Mrs. Goode started with a smirk, pushing me into the chair and tying me up as she talked. "We need some information before we can let you go farther with your training." I knew it. I sighed.

"Let the questioning session begin." I stated glumly. Mrs. Goode smirked.

"Where are your little beastly friends and that no-good son of mine staying?"

"I don't know." She slapped me, hard. I kept my face emotionless.

"Let's try again then. WHERE. ARE. THEY?" Again, I said nothing. She slapped me on my other cheek. "You see Cameron, we need you to tell us a couple of things if you want to join the COC."

"I don't know where they are now. The last time I saw them was a couple weeks ago in Washington." The lie came smoothly. I don't think Mrs. Goode fell for it but if she didn't, she didn't show it.

"That's better. Now, tell us where the chip is." she commanded.

"Chip? Do you guys have a shortage of food in the kitchen?" I joked. Mrs. Goode picked up a leather with and whipped my already stinging face.

"Don't play innocent with me Cameron!" she yelled. "I know they ensured the micro-chip with you before you got here and I want to know where it is."

"I have no clue what you're talking about." I stared at her and she returned me with an evil glare.

"Alright then, let's try a different method." She dropped the whip and picked up a metal rod and turned to me. "Where is it, dear?"

"I have no freakin'-" she cut me off by delivering a big crack in my left arm. I screamed and Mrs. Goode smirked. Again and again she would ask me the question and when I didn't answer, she would hit me with the rod until I felt lifeless. When she realized that it wasn't working, she took out an 8'' knife from her belt and slashed a gash dangerously close to my main artery in my neck. I coughed and blind visions danced before my eyes.

I heard someone walk up to me but I couldn't even lift my head up. I was slowly passing out of consciousness when they called my name. "Come on Cammie. Hold on just a bit longer." I passed out.

Jake's POV-

I sat on my bed, dejected. I don't even think Cammie liked my room, let alone me! I heard a scream and jumped bolt upright. That wasn't just any prisoner's scream, that was Cammie. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me to the torture room and peeked inside the first one. Nothing. I looked in the next one and there was Cammie. Barely alive. Her face and arms were covered in ugly bruises and she had a big gash through her neck. Her eyes looked lifeless and I don't even think she heard me as I threw open the door.

"What do you think you're-" Mrs. Goode started but I just gently picked Cammie up.

"We need her to survive, don't we?". "Come on Cammie. Hold on just a bit longer." and with that, I walked to my room and gingerly set Cammie on my bed. I picked up the first aid kit, a damp towel, and set to work cleaning her up. First, I wiped away the blood that was gushing down her neck and arms. Then I neatly managed to bandage her up. I'm not much of a doctor but I think I did a pretty decent job. I was about to walk out of the room when I heard Cammie trying to say something.

I whirled around and was back by her side in a split-second. "Cammie? Hello? Can you hear me?" She slowly opened her eyes and looked around before finally setting them on me.

"Where am I?" she choked out. I smiled.

"You're in my room." Her eyes widened and she tried to sit up but I pushed her back down. Her eyes pleaded me to let me get up and the look was just so cute I just had to lean in. Close my eyes. And connect her perfect lips with my own.

Cammie's POV-

Why the hell is Jake kissing me?

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