To the reviewers of chapter 3:

bookluver07: Sorry about the cliffie, but that's how life goes!

Insanely Me: Again cliffies are part of life! Thanks for the review though!

HellsOnEarth: So glad you think this is an AWESOME story!

daughterofathena7: So glad you liked it!

Oh, before I forget, in this story Alex is the same age as Cammie and her friends, 16!

Anyway, do you want to get on with the story? Because I sure do…

Bex's POV:

I knew as soon as Cammie had screamed something was wrong, very wrong. Cammie wasn't afraid of spiders, or rats or anything else you might find in a London alley. There were only two things that scared Cammie, losing the people closest to her and the CoC. I knew right away I had to get her to somewhere safe. Home wasn't an option, to far a way. As I battled with one of the attackers, it hit me, the bank on Liverpool Street! It was probably one of the safest places in London, if not the safest. I knew I could get into a lot of trouble for taking Cammie there but there were no other options. I yelled to Cam as we went our separate ways, saying a prayer that we both would make it.

Cammie's POV:

Liverpool Street wasn't too hard to find. All the streets in London are pretty clearly labeled (AN: I have NEVER been to London so if details are incorrect…sorry!) and Liverpool is a really long street. I'm pretty sure I walked up and down it a dozen times before I saw Royal & General, on the other side of the street. I had managed to loose the two people that had been following me a few minutes earlier and the adrenalin had begun to wear off. My arm was aching and as I waited to cross the busy street I rolled up my sleeve and took a peak. What I saw surprised me, my arm had a nasty bump and was already a very deep shade of purple. My wrist was sore from Bex and now the attacker and I think I must have cut my face on something, people kept staring at me. I bend my head and crossed the street as fast as I could.

I slowed my pace and entered the bank. British banks aren't much different than American banks, well except for the currency exchanging hands. I glanced around the room; Bex was nowhere in sight. I noticed that there were at least ten cameras and one or two hidden in not so obvious places. I picked up a random pamphlet and pretended to read it as I mapped out what I could do. Call my mom, call Bex's parents, or call the police, a hundred different ideas popped into my head as I stood in the lobby. But before I could use any of them Bex appeared from one of the elevators, followed by a woman. She had on a black pants suit, heels and no makeup. Really, she wasn't very ugly, but not beautiful either. I dropped the pamphlet I had been 'reading' and headed over to the duo. Neither of them said a word, but I could feel the woman scrutinizing me. She sighed and led the way back to the elevators. She punched the up arrow and pulled a peppermint from her pocket and stuck it in her mouth. We were silent as we boarded the elevator but as soon as the doors closed the woman turned to me, "My name is Mrs. Jones, you are about to see MI6's special headquarters. Under normal circumstances you would never be here but Rebecca has explanted your…predicament, and we have also spoken with the CIA and your mother."

I glanced at Bex but directed my question toward Mrs. Jones, "You talked to my mother?"

She nodded, "Yes, we talked after Bex arrived. I knew your mother a long time ago and we come up with a fairly good plan."

"A plan for what?" I asked as the elevator started to slow.

"To keep you out of the Circle of Cavan's hands." She said as the doors slid open, revealing a stark white office much like the one I had encountered in Washington D.C.

Mrs. Jones led the way down a long hallway, flashing her badge at several check points and soon we came to a door. By now my sore arm/wrist had begun to throb and I noticed my ribs hurt too.

Mrs. Jones walked to a steel door, punched in a code and the door swung open. She entered and then turned around beckoning us to follow. I have never been in a more empty office. There was plenty of furniture but no personality. The room was several shades of gray, black and white. The man that sat behind the lone desk in the room fit in perfectly. He was gray haired, gray eyed, gray clothed and gray skinned. Mrs. Jones led us to the chairs in front of the desk, "Sit." She said as she popped another mint.

We obediently sat as the gray man began to speak, "My name is Alan Blunt. I am the head of special operations for MI6."

We nodded and Bex spoke, "It's nice to see you again sir, this is my classmate, Cameron Morgan."

Blunt extended a hand and I reached out and shook it. It was, surprise, cold. As he pulled his hand back he spoke, "As Mrs. Jones told you, we have spoken with your mother and we have arranged a body guard to accompany you back to your home."

I nodded and asked, "May I ask who this body guard is, sir?"

"You can ask him yourself." Blunt said as the door opened.

Alex's POV:

I was awakened by the shrill ringing of my cell phone. I glanced at my clock. It read 11:03 am. I'm not usually one of those guys that sleep in really late but, last night I was out really late…or really early as the case may be. I grabbed my phone and mumbled a hello into the receiver.

"Good morning, Alex. How have you been?"

I instantly recognized the voice of Mrs. Jones, assistant head of MI6 special operations, Uh-oh, "Umm, fine, how about you?"

"Very well thank you… I'm going to cut the niceties short and get right to the point, Alex, we have a job for you."

I nodded, "Yea…?"

"We need you to come down here as soon as you can, it's very important." Mrs. Jones said.

From the way she was speaking, I guess there was someone else in the room with here so I didn't press for too many details, "Another matter of national security?" I asked jokingly.

"No…goodbye Alex, we'll see you in about 30 minutes." Mrs. Jones hung up with out another word.

Odd, I thought as I rolled out of bed and headed toward the bathroom. Wonder what that was all about…

-30 minutes later-

I got to Liverpool Street in record time. I hate to say it but I'm intrigued…who was with Mrs. Jones that couldn't hear? I hadn't been on a mission for MI6 in a long time. The new Prime Minster thought he saw to it that I was never called again…but he was wrong. I went a several messenger jobs, dropped off some messages and I also went on a short trip to Poland. Other than that, things had pretty quite. I said hi to the receptionist as I headed toward the elevator. I punched the up button and waited impatiently for the elevator.

As soon as I arrived I started off the elevator. I walked down the long hallway, reminding myself to slow down, don't want MI6 to think I like it here…

I opened Blunt's door without knocking, I heard him say to someone, "You can ask him yourself."

I was surprised to see two teen aged girls sitting in the chairs facing Alan Blunt. The girls glanced back toward me, their faces showing no emotion. One of the girls was a really pretty black skinned girl; the other wasn't a raving beauty, definitely not a head turner, but her eyes…they held something. Pain, fear? I wasn't sure. The first girl scrutinized me long after the second had turned back to Blunt. The dark skinned girl looked familiar…not like someone I'd met, but like someone who resembled someone else I had met.

I walked toward the desk, as Blunt spoke, "Aw, Alex, right on time. Let me introduce you to Miss Rebecca Baxter,"

The dark skinned girl nodded and said, "Nice to meet you." Her strong London accent didn't surprise me but, Baxter…Any relation to Abe Baxter I wondered.

"And Cameron Morgan." Blunt introduced the second girl.

She acknowledged me with a nod, but said nothing.

Blunt spoke again, "Sit down Alex," I complied and Blunt continued, "This is a very different mission then those that you have been on for us Alex. This is a…" Blunt paused looking at the Morgan girl, "A matter of Miss Morgan's safety."

The girl looked at her hands and I spoke, "She needs a body guard?" I addressed Blunt then turned toward the girl, "What are you anyway? Royalty?"

She shook her head, "Nope, just an American."

Cammie's POV:

I glanced back, surprised to hear the door opening without anyone knocking. A tall fair haired boy of about 16 or 17 stood in the doorway looking as surprised as I was. I turned back around, my facial expression blank. Bex stared at him longer than I, almost scrutinizing him. She turned around and he came toward the desk Blunt spoke, "Aw, Alex, right on time. Let me introduce you to Miss Rebecca Baxter," he paused and gestured toward Bex.

She nodded and said, "Nice to meet you."

I nodded after Blunt introduced me, "And Cameron Morgan."

Blunt spoke again, "Sit down Alex," he did and Blunt continued, "This is a very different mission then those that you have been on for us Alex. This is a…" Blunt paused looking at me, "A matter of Miss Morgan's safety."

I looked at my hands, trying not to get angry. The way Blunt spoke, it sounded like I wasn't even in the room or even worse, I was a poor defenseless girl. Alex spoke, "She needs a body guard?" He addressed Blunt then turned toward me, "What are you anyway? Royalty?"

I shook my head, "Nope, just an American."

His jaw dropped. I guess he wasn't expecting an American. Blunt continued ignoring Alex, "I will your job to get Miss Morgan, with the help of Miss Baxter, home to Virginia safely."

"Can she just get on a plane?" Alex asked. (Hello? I'm sitting right here!)

"It's not that simple," I said.

"Miss Baxter and Miss Morgan will explain everything to you on the way to Smithers's office." Bex stood up and I followed her as she led the way to the door. I turned after Alex and Bex left the room, "Thank you sir."

Blunt said nothing and as I left the room I wondered what had possessed my mom to agree to this. And who was Smithers?

Well there you have it chapter 4! Please review!

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