Bex's POV

Bex

I'm in deep trouble.

Stay safe and protect Cammie

See You Soon.

Grant.

That is not good. 'Deep trouble' and 'protect' are never good words to hear from a spy. Somebody is going to die, he's always bloody pegged. Luckily, no one follows me since I am known to blow off steam on times like this. They are also far too smart for that juvenile mistake. I change my clothes and sneak out of Gallagher.

I'm walking down the faintly familiar streets not going to a certain place. But I still look for a place to hang out. I reach the end of the street and hang a left. And then a hang right, until I land in front of a paintball arena. I don't hesitate to enter using a paintball gun is like using a M14 or any other rifle, I guess. The place looks like a football stadium but twice as big. This place has little lighting and almost no security. It's not shocking, really. I get to the check in to play a game. They ask if it is my first time at it and automatically, since I say yes, they put me in the beginners group. It pisses me off, and then I realize it doesn't matter. After the first ten minutes I feel sorry for the little kid who did not last long enough to play at all. By the second round I have covered all of my P&E training regarding weapons. And only two more players remaining and only one round left. On my left I see one the players sneaking up behind me. Poor child I grin slyly. I shoot over my shoulder splatting him on the stomach. One more to go, surveying my area I see a person coming towards me through the shadows. Good technique but not good enough. Easily, I shoot him on the chest. I take off the mask arranging my hair.

"Good game." I nod at the guy. He takes off his helmet, too. Heh, heh surprise it's Dillon.

"You too." He says surprised, shocked and dumbfounded. Next I tell off the management for most of the things I found wrong, and crappy equipment and how thing could be better. But things got complicated and violent. That got me escorted out of the building. Outside was Dillon staring until he cracks about the situation.

"Gallagher gone bad." He says chuckling.

"Not my first time." I say with my hand on my hip. "And it won't be my last." I fight the grin growing on my lips as I remember what happened in England during the summer. Then I remember how his aim can be better. "Your aim could be better, too."

"Really; how so?"

"Go inside and I'll show you." Great, now how do I get back inside…? I'm in a little seducing but I'm back. The guy is always tensing up before a shot.

"Come on you are not giving me much to work with here. Look at me." I'm so frustrated right now. I raise my paint gun effortlessly shoot bulls eye. I walk towards him.

"People make me nervous." He shoots and the paint splatter making it almost to the middle circle. Close he is, but not close enough. Place my hands on his shoulder.

"Relax."

"Yes." Yes he made the shot. "See?" Then an employee come and says

"Excuse me it's past closing time."

Grant's POV

I am getting the hell out of that place. Killing Cammie is insane. Especially, now, when I figure out that she is my sister. I have to go the office and report this. Now its clear how desperately I have to bring down the Circle of Cavan. Its now when I know how hard I have to work to bring them down. I going up the elevator of the building when I get out I automatically tell Jezebel to go to the evidence lockers, one of the places people are least likely to be listening.

"What the hell happened?" Jezebel Asked sharply. Before I can utter a single word she pulls out a hidden microscopic comm. Unit from the dog tag I was wearing. "You are never alone."

"They want to kill Cammie- Cameron." I blurt. Then I realize… "What have you heard?"

The door behind me creaks open then close. "Cameron is not safe." Townsend points out. "We should have acted more when they came earlier."

I jump up. "What happened? Who was here?" Things turned from bad to worse.

"Circle of Cavan agents were here. We were able to arrest some of them." Jezebel was cut off by Townsend. "They wanted us to turn the other cheek. Whatever we knew to forget."

"We don't forget; if I was here we would have been in a lot more trouble." I say with relief.

"We already are in trouble." Jezebel cries out. "They declared covert war." She stands up and slams a box of evidence to the wall. Covert wars are the most deadly, difficult, deceitful and messy wars there can be. You have to really know your allies. And since they aren't public you have to be really careful of what and where you do things. Not many people die though, most of them end up in jail.

"You know you are going to have to do what the Circle wants." Townsend states with a straight face. "Half way, of course."

"How can you kill someone half way?" ask Jezebel as if we were idiots border lining insanity.

I smirk. "Easy you don't we just have to stage it make it look like we are but we won't."

"BUT at the same time we must keep her safe." Townsend obviously pointed out. "We do not know how many people may be coming along so we'll need more agents outside the MI6."

"We can't recruit more agents." I say looking for an explanation.

"I have contacts in the CIA, NSA, and FBI." She offers. 'They can help." After minutes of brief planning all of us have found a way to execute Cammie's 'killing'. Unfortunately, I have to work alone to plan with the Circle of Cavan the death, too, and make it coincide with what I have so far. We also need to meet with the agents Jezebel swore would help.

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