I just want to clear something out from the recent chapter Cammie and Zach are not engaged. He gave her a promise ring. So technically they're engaged to be engaged.

Bex's POV

B,

Promise me u will keep

Cammie and YOURSELF

SAFE and trust no one.

G.

Despite the serious message I could not help but smile and think 'what trouble could have darling Grant gotten himself into?' It's been a week since I snuck out from Gallagher Academy to go to that paintball stadium. Then I realize it's been eight long months since Grant been away, four more longer months to go, never mind the 'or so' part. A hint of excitement runs through me when we are scheduled to go Christmas shopping today in town and tomorrow we have a nocturnal Cov Ops exercise. We are supposed to practice our discreet interrogation skills best of all we choose our own person of interest. And our hackers and researchers are allowed to help us record information for background checks. It's going to be good.

One hour later Cammie, Liz and I are going store to store following Macey to make sure she doesn't go overboard and doing our shopping. As in she chooses we pay our items.

"So tell me Cam, you and Zach together for a year already and nothing special happened?" Macey asks sadly. Her piercing blue eyes clouded.

"Define special." Cammie orders and displays the promise ring on her middle finger. It is such a pretty present I never knew Zach had it in him.

"A promise ring? And nothing happened at all?" I ask and look at a pair of boots.

"If something did happened you'd be the first to know." Cammie lied. She may by a CIA legacy and the best liar in Cov Ops class but she's my best friend, so I know when she lies. The mystery is what she lied about.

"See?" hollered Liz over the shoe display. "I told you, Macey, pay up."

"You have nothing better to do than make bets on Cammie's love life." I ask disgustedly rolling my eyes. "And you don't even count me in, I mean come on."

Cammie shoves me. "It's not funny."

"Sorry Cam." Liz said meanwhile Macey laughed and continued teasing when I said "But we do know something did happen". After that we continued our shopping. Later on we took a taxi that Macey insisted, back the Gallagher. We met up outside where Zach, Jonas and Nick were already there. Cammie blushed as she walked towards Zach. Jonas picked Liz up and twirled her around. Macey went to Nick trying to act cool and serious. I felt a pang of pain across me chest. For two reasons: one, I realize I am the seventh wheel; second, I missed Grant. The way he held me, his purposely annoying attitude, the one I pretend that angers me when actually I grew to love. I want one thing for sure; I want Grant safe and sound with me.

Grant's POV

I was at the office doing paper work. When Jezebel taps me sharply on the shoulder. I look through the tinted window and see three black vans. They are filled with agent no discredit about it. From the Circle of Cavan. In the glass reflection people are spreading out in the building and drawing out their weapons. Her face is shadowed with seriousness and anxiousness.

"We have to get you out of here." She skeptically surveys the room. "Or hide you at the least."

"Why?"

"Do you want your cover blown?" Jezebel snaps. "We are in enough trouble as it is. We don't need you personally in trouble." I take my gun and badge and make my way to the back emergency door. Hushed voices are traveling from the stairway to the hallway. Next, I am pinned to the wall and ordered to stay there. Jezebel pulls out her gun aiming steadily at the door. The door creaks open and fire is shot. Without hesitation I jump in assisting her. I am no cowards; the covert war has just begun and I know where I stand. Once you breach security you get in there's no way out.

"Cover me." I make a run for it but she mouths "NO!" 'Too late.' I think as I shoot at the least two people out of five. I spun back and shot three rounds more. Jezebel finishes them off. We both check the bodies three are dead, one has lost vast amount of blood and the fifth one's has is struggling to live. Instinctively, I grab Napotine patches from my pocket and slap it on them.

"At least one should live to know what they have planned next." She said in a hushed whisper and red hair hanging on her face. "Grant, I said no, you can be so stubborn. Hurry, more will come."

We cautiously run down the emergency staircase. Guarding the door are two goons around two hundred forty pounds each with weapons. I am scanning my mind, wondering, why would there by two people down stairs but no one up? This place has two main entrances we killed three people and two injured, no back up. We creep down. I order her to stay behind while I search for others. In a blink of an eye the guards are gone, I'm opening the door, and I hear a voice say,

"What is such a pretty girl doing here?" It's one of the goons. He has her in a restrained position unable to move.

"Oh, I'm not just pretty." She managed to slide a knife from her sleeve. "I'm lethal too." Slicing his neck he fell. Sadly Goon Two got control of her as she yells. "RUN!"

I thought about it. No one should get left behind yet she can manage herself. So, I hightail it out looking for people. In the offices I see we were not the only ones who put of a fight. Various traitor agents are on the floor, blood running down the carpet. Then I see Agent Linfield the man who took me under his wing dead for protecting. . I go outside where I see everybody gathered.

"What's going on?"

"Prepare to blow." Townsend gives orders to the S.W.A.T. team

"What?"

"Now!" I examine the crowd. Someone's missing, where is Jezebel? In front of me the building burst into flames. Talk about timing; the doors open wide as Jezebel strolls out bleeding and messed up. At least she is alive.

She's alive! R&R and please when u review can ya give me ideas for Bex' POV I'm stuck. And I won't be reviewing until I reach 23 reviews. The war has just begun…