Grant POV

No time to play 21 questions. Luckily Jezebel knew exactly what to say the minute I landed from my drop. And once I steadied myself.

"Cammie is fine, with zero head injuries. We've have her out of Goode radar but I don't remember where we are supposed to take her." She whizzed past me with Cammie by her side.

"Cammie what do you what to do?" I quickened my pace feeling the heat from the sun.

"End whatever this is as soon as possible." Cammie snapped.

"Go to Michael you could help him with something." He should probably be unconscious by now. I laughed; he got knocked down by Bex. Suddenly I remember something important. "Oh, go to the CIA tell them Cavan's down to a hundred agents."

I pushed the door and slid inside, leaving them out. I broke into a jog because I'm in desperate need of getting everyone together so that we can get Cammie's death over with. The longer I hide her, Cammie that is, the longer this will take. And it's driving me crazy. In times like these I wonder 'How did I get into this mess?'

"Grant!" I panicked and turned around.

"What the hell man?" Next to some columns a few agents fidgeted. Eavesdroppers are among us.

"Your Bex knocked me out." He was in awe.

"Don't mess with her then, dumbfuck." I smirked then pointed out the listeners.

I pull out my trusted gun and race to the wall. One by one I pulled the trigger and moved along taking their place. Apparently the gunshot attracts more unwanted visitors. Michael dove across the room. A row of bullets pursue him and he gets regretfully shot. I kept my aim high and reloaded the gun and kept shooting. These people are relentless. Blood was slowly gushing out of him.

"You-" He drifted off and started to close his eye.

"Don't you fu***** die on me." I shook him as I yell at him.

I peered to the end of the hall which thankfully, was empty. I dragged Michael off to the nearest wall and sat him upright. Before I could help him in any way he barely whispers "Just go."

I glanced at him one last time; then I ran away. "Hang in there."

Just think; after this we never have to deal with the Circle of Cavan again.

Bex's POV

I go down through the entire building swiftly knocking out many people of the Circle of Cavan. I am on a roll. Standing near the exit, watching guard, was Michael. I tried to pass by him but he stood in the way blocking my path.

"Sorry but I can't let anyone come in or out without checking them." I rolled my eyes arrogantly. Really. I spread me legs and folded my arms over my head.

My skin crawled as his hands slid over me. Hands places where they aren't supposed to be. "You're very thorough!"

"All in a day's work." He smirked

I shuddered and pushed the door and immediately spotted Grant spinning, looking around in circles nervously. It's a habit he has when nervous; I smiled. Next I strode to him to offer help. But when I went to him I tripped and landed on top of him. So much for trying to be catlike, one of my wound for fighting Goode starts to bleed.

"Ha! Look at this." Grant smirks. "Can't stay off of me can you?"

"Not really." I admit truthfully. "But we'll get to that later."

I got up and stood helped him up. All of a sudden Liz and Jezebel are either fighting or scolding Annie. I mean, I would be too, because how did she get here?

"Liz get over here!" I yell. She walks towards me along with her redheaded clone and Annie, whom I have no idea why she's here. "What's going on?"

Liz opened her mouth to speak but Jezebel shut her off. "It's nothing really."

"Yet it looks like something."

As usual, Liz comes clean about everything and rats on her companion. "Jezebel is my twin sister. And Annie is my other sister but we are not twins. The reason why we didn't go to school together is because Jezebel got a scholarship to Colgan. I mean all three of us did, but Annie turned it down to have a normal life. I turned them because Gallagher wanted me here. I'm sorry."

"If you went to Colgan you wouldn't crack under pressure." Jezebel snaps as Liz shakes. My jaw went slack. How couldn't I have figured this out?

"Would you let it go Jessie?"

"Yeah… hi!" Annie says snapping them out of their argument.

"It was bound to come out sooner or later." Grant told Jezebel a.k.a Jessie.

Jezebel replies "Better later than sooner."

All of a sudden a commotion catches his eyes and he disappears. I followed close behind until I … Bloody hell! Michael had a hold of Cammie. Not only that, one arm was around her neck and the other one held a gun that was pointed to her face. Worst of all Cammie's eyes were wide in fear so she didn't bother to fight free.

"We HAVE to do this now Grant." Michael sounded hostile. But all Grant does is shake his head.

"You knew the plan. This is not supposed to happen." As he says this Zach's mom, Macey, Zach, Jonas, Rachel, Joe Solomon, Abby, Townsend, to sum it up everybody that was alive.

"Who are you truly with Hale?" Zach's mom asks. (Grant is now a Morgan but not nobody knows) She points her gun but not at him at Townsend. "Think about it. Now, you don't want to end up like him." There, she pulled the trigger. And now Special Agent Townsend, the best spy MI6 ever had no lays dead it our feet.

"I will allow you choose who keeps their life." She negotiates. "Cameron's life or yours, your choice."

Out of thin air Grant receives a second gun and lifts them both.

"I'm sorry Cammie."

The gunshots were loud and clear.

This chapter had a lot of variations, hence It took so long. But now its here R&R!