Bex's POV

Today no one felt like putting on makeup so today we ate like queens. While I was having breakfast with Cammie, Jonas, Liz, Macey and Zach, Tina Walters burst through the dining room doors announcing boisterously that our acceptance letters for our future careers had arrived. I have been waiting for this day since the day I sent my letter of recommendation. The room became deadly quiet in a matter of seconds as they waited. Tina got to our table and sorrowfully said to me.

"That is strange." She shuffled through the bundle. "Bex you don't have anything."

You could hear everybody tearing their letters open and getting all excited about what federal agency wanted them to work for them. And how their future would turn out.

"It's okay." Hopes and dream deflated plus I'm feeling slightly unwanted. And coming future are now postponed. But I manage to change the topic. "Where did you guys get in?"

Macey finishes pouring through her letter. "I am in the FBI!" She was excited and relieved like 'Thank God I'm good enough.' (She's had a rough year.)

Liz started squealing. "Oh My God!" Liz and Jonas yelled in unison. "I'm in Interpol!" They both blushed and quiet.

Asking Cammie was idea stupid she's the CIA legacy. I looked at her she grins and says "CIA."

"It's obvious, CIA" Zach told us smugly.

"I never asked." Suddenly I realized we were going to be late. "WE hurry it is test time."

We, including the rest of the students, scrambled to our feet and rushed outside. But no one was there. I lead us to the building Gallagher owned where we once had our sophomore final. The place was absolutely deserted. Something wasn't right; I could feel it.

"Something is definitely not right." Cammie whispered.

"SHH listen." I shushed

To prove my point, or to prove me wrong a helicopter whirled by. No, wait, two helicopters headed right towards us. As it got closer and closer I tried to get a closer look at who was inside. Grant he was inside of the first one along with Zach's mom. This wasn't a Covert Ops final. To make what happens next more stupid Cammie walks forward; she was way ahead. It didn't take long for me to yell hysterically at the person closest to Cammie. Although it is not the perfect time to be hysterical.

"Zach! Take Cammie and run!

Grant's POV

I was getting closer. Everybody looked tiny and panicky, like ants. I took the liberty of kicking the rope ladder down and swooping to pick up Cammie. Zach made an effort to try to pull Cammie away but he was not fast enough.

"What are you doing?" Cammie yelled while I pulled (she was dangling actually) her up the ladder.

I decided to ignore her and assured her "You're not going to fall." As I ushered her into the helicopter.

"How did you know-?" I might as well tell her what she doesn't know.

"It's brother intuition." I lowered my voice to prevent Ms Goode from eavesdropping and sat on the edge. "As you might as well know. I'm your brother Cammie, half-brother really."

She stared at me in disbelief. "My mom would never…Ooh"

"Exactly." I confirmed. "My mom is my mom. Your mom is your mom. My dad is your dad; our dad."

The whirling of the helicopter filled the silence. We were five hundred feet off the ground. And the second helicopter flew right next to us. "Then why aren't the after you too?" then Zach's mom glances at Cammie. "And why hasn't she killed me yet?"

"Rachel told me six months after I left. So, technically I did not know about it for a long time. It explains why we look alike. And to your second question: need to know basis."

"She never told me." She sounded hurt, and disappointed mixed together.

I looked back Ms Goode was busy working with the pilot. The helicopter door, from the one next to us, flew open.

"Grant, we are here!" Jezebel shouted over the wind. "It is time for the drop!'

"Liz? What are you doing up here?" Cammie asked awed.

I bit back a smile when Jezebel screams "I'm not Liz! Damn it." Then she jammed her fist onto the ground. "Do you we even look alike?"

"You two are like two drops of water. She is Special Agent Jezebel Greene." I point with two fingers at the man in the shadow. "You remember Townsend don't you?"

"Yes ." Cammie replied "Why wouldn't I?"

"What is she doing here?" Ms Goode asks about Jezebel; glaring at me. This is not the way this should have gone.

"I hired her." I tell her, hoping she doesn't see Townsend or through my lie. "She might be help for the execution."

She sat back down. And I started to rearrange the rope ladder which had become a tangled mess. Next I threw it down the side of the door.

"Time to go down." I told Cammie after fixed the ladder. And now we've reached our correct location

"Nice to meet you." Jezebel said to Cammie and waved at the same time. Then slammed the door shut.

We started climbing down when I gave my sister a warning. "Cammie, I need you to let go now. I know you have a history with head injuries and all so keep your head high."

Next thing that happens I force Cammie to let go and she tumbles down six hundred feet off the sky.

Did Cammie just die? R&R