Oh my gosh, I'm really sorry for the long update time! I had a summer camp two weeks ago that left me totally wasted… then last week I was on vacation! Thanks to all my AWESOME reviewers, Mainn, Miriam C. Garnet, HellsOnEarth, Insanely Me, Nature Girl27, Tbonechick2011, xxPSxxIxxLUVxxUxx, CovertKat and bookluver07! I love you guys! (Not really since I don't know you but I do indeed love your reviews!) On To Chapter 8!

Cammie's POV:

Although it doesn't look like it, London is quite a distance from the English Channel. Almost 100 miles…well 93.79 miles (150.93 kilometers) but who's counting?

Me, that's who. Have you ever spent a large amount of time locked in a car trunk? 93.79 miles long? Oh yea, did I mention its winter? And you're with your best friend, some random (and kind of cute) guy you met this morning, and you are smashed together...in the dark…Can you say claustrophobia? Plus the driver is driving like he's out to win a NASCAR race…and there's no way to tell him to slow down. Having fun yet?

As we rounded what seemed like the fiftieth curve Bex said some naughty things about the driver…in Arabic. I could almost hear Alex's upraised eyebrows, "You don't want to know." I said as I tried to get into a better position…which is pretty hard to do when you have no personal space whatsoever. And if your jacket catches the hidden lever on the bottom of the trunk, you're going to fall out of said trunk and….die. Oh, didn't I mention the trap door? Well its part of a crazy escape plan MI6 came up with.

Back to the present, I was seriously ware of Bex's snoring, she can sleep anywhere, and I mean anywhere, and Alex's shoulder pressing against mine. It had been quite since the last time Bex cussed out the driver and I was mildly surprised when Alex spoke, "How can she sleep?"

"Talent." I answered simply.

"Oh…Cameron-"

"Cammie," I cut off Alex, "Nobody calls me Cameron."

"Okay…" Alex stopped.

"What?" I could tell he wanted to ask a question.

"Umm, never mind." Alex said lamely.

I shrugged (or attempted to) "'K."

After that, all was silent.

Alex's POV:

After I tried to ask Cameron, Cammie, a question (And failed miserably) all was quite. Even Rebecca's snoring faded. I have no idea how long we were in the trunk but suddenly the car stopped. Baxter was apparently awake and said to Cammie, "Pull the lever!"

Cammie did as she was told then, with a loud creak from the floor, disappeared from sight. I heard a thump as she hit the ground and started rolling down the hill toward a clump of trees that MI6 had told us that would be there. Two backpacks and then Rebecca followed. I dropped my stuff out the opening and slid out of the trunk just as the long black MI6 limo drove away. And the three of us were alone.

Cammie's POV:

When we regrouped in a lone group of trees after the escape, all was quiet until Alex spoke, "It'll be dark in half an hour or so, then we can find the boat."

I nodded as did Bex and then we sat down on the cold ground to wait.

-Half an Hour Later-

After what seemed like an eon of trying (and not succeeding) to find a good position that wouldn't stain the butt of my jeans, Alex stood up, "Let's go."

"Who put you in charge?" I grumbled as I brushed off the seat of my pants. Neither of my companions turned back toward me so I sighed and followed closely behind.

Bex led the way to a small motor boat. It was about 15 feet long with an outboard motor and small space between the captain's and passenger's seat. Although I have a very small knowledge of boats, I guessed this one to be a Flecher Speed Boat 1900. "Let's go people. We don't have all night." Alex said as he headed for the bow line.

Alex is so annoying. I shook my head and stepped onto steps that led to the inside of the boat. Bex followed me and started toward the steering wheel. Just as Alex undid the bow line and started into the boat a shout rang across the dock, "There they are! GET HER!"

This is something I'll never, ever tell anyone...and I mean anyone. When I heard the words I had heard in Boston not so long ago, I panicked. Alex fell into the boat and scrambled to where Bex was hot wiring the boat.

I couldn't move. Just as suddenly as the panic hit, it dissolved away and I was mad. What gave theses people the right to terrorize my friends and family? The boat started and Bex jacked up the speed just as I stood up on the engine. Surprisingly I kept my balance. I felt bullets buzz past me, and I was vaguely aware of Bex and Alex yelling (Alex) and cussing (Bex) at me but as we jerked out of the boat slip I tuned it all out.

I looked closely at the shooters and their leader, memorizing as much as I could with the masks. Masks may cover lots of physical features but they can't hide emotions…Like the hate I could clearly see the in their eyes, even from this distance. That made my rage swell, just as I opened my mouth to shout at them just as Alex grabbed my ankle. Before I let myself be pulled to the safety of the boat, I did something Madam Dabney would have found completely horrifying…I gave them the good old fashion middle finger.

Okay, there you have it, chapter 8! Can you believe that I've written EIGHT chapters so far? I can't! This is going to be a really long story….really long….I hope that all you people that are following will continue to do so! As always, please review!

~Agent Striker

P.S. I made up the Flecher Speed Boat 1900…there was a picture on google with the Flecher speed boat part that I liked and 1099 sounded cool!

Smile, Striker