Hey y'all it's Agent Striker! I'm sorry it's been so long since I've updated…but did you all go and read Two Teenaged Spies Adventure in Belgium which is the 'missing scene' if you will from the last chapter…also known as the story of Marko, Simon, and Polo? I made its own story because at the time I was writing chapter 14 I didn't know what to write for the story…so I decided to make a new story…that way if you really don't care you don't have to read it. If you should happen to read it, don't forget to review! Anyway, back to the story!

Alex's POV:

When we left the airport it was almost four, eight hours until we have to meet our contact at the Berlin Wall…A really long time to eat it might seem. Except for the fact that we are MAJORLY lost so it might take us seven and a half hours to find a place to eat. We left through the back of the airport and that was kind of a bad idea…They don't have maps at the service exits.

And Berlin is a really confusing city…and while I can speak German I don't know any slang street terms so I don't get everything people are saying…but thank God Cammie is so good at languages…I swear she knows them all!

Right now I am listening to her ask for directions to a nice but cheep restaurant. She was nodding and smiling, seemingly flirting with the short, forty something year old man.

She thanked him and we started off in the direction we had just come from, "Do you always flirt with forty year old men?"

She grimaced, "A spy's gotta do what a spy's gotta do."

She took the lead, setting a lightning pace toward the thought of food and away from me.

Cammie's POV:

After 15 minutes of heading due east I got this really bad feeling we had been duped. The neighborhood seemed a little more than just a little on the shady side. There were a few groups of people hanging around the street corners watching Alex and I. I moved closer to Alex and said quietly, "I think that guy was lying to us about this so called eating establishment."

"You think?"

I glared at him and he smiled, "I say we-"

The group of guys that had been on the corner were now standing three feet in front of us. Great…

"Hello strangers…are you lost?" A pimple face kid standing in the front asked creepily, he looked about eight but I was guessing him to be fifteen.

"No, we were just leaving." Alex answered and we both spun around…to face another group of creepy street gang people.

"Leaving so soon?" One of them asked.

"Yea, you haven't even got to introduce your pretty girlfriend!" Pimple said as he moved closer to me.

I restrained myself from enlightening him to the fact I was NOT Alex's girlfriend. Another of his cohorts a tall, skinny Goth looking guy moved entirely to close to me and sneered, "It is such a shame to waste this pretty girl on the likes of him." He nodded toward Alex without taking his eyes off me.

I looked at Alex and the message in eyes mimicked my thoughts, how are we going to get out of this one?

A thought hit me…a plan if you will. It was dangerous yet simple, it might not work but it seemed like a better idea than spending any more time with our current set of companions…

Alex's POV:

A look I had come to recognize flashed across Cammie's face, she had a plan. Another member of the group that was currently surrounding us strutted forward and grinned at Cam, saying something along the lines of a pick-up line.

To my surprise Cammie smiled in a flirty, almost seductive way, what is she doing?

Then she punched him in the stomach, a whoosh of air flying from his thin lips, and screamed, "RUN!"

So that's what I did.

We sprinted for almost forty-five minutes, ducking in and out of alleys and buildings and tour groups and people just milling about.

We jogged for another half an hour, making very sure that there was no one following us. And then we ended up in some park. It was really ornate, and it must have been huge, I couldn't see where it ended.

"Where are we?" I panted as we jogged into the forest of what was once green but was now a winter shade brown.

Cammie half shrugged as she ran in step with me, "I have no idea."

At least she's honest, I thought, out loud I asked, "So what are we going to do?"

She slowed her pace to a walk and I followed suit. We walked into the maze-like garden in a deathly quiet silence, only the sounds of the birds and the far away cries of children following us. Cammie paused and thoughtfully plopped down on a bench under a large leafless tree and dropped her back on the ground beneath her feet. I copied her actions as she began to speak, "First we need to find out where we are…then we need to find out how far The Berlin Wall is from here and then…shoot!" She paused as she slapped her forehead, "We don't even know wall we are supposed to meet our contact at!"

I ran through the past events of the day, starting with her message on the iPod this morning. And she was right, "Great…just great…So now what are we going to do? Walk the entire Berlin Wall and look for some guy you know?"

She muttered something about the entire wall not still standing but she didn't elaborate so I didn't ask, "I haven't checked the iPod in a while…maybe there's a new message."

She reached down and started to dig through the black bag and I took in our surroundings. The park was huge, I could hardly hear any traffic and there were paths leading all over the place, plus I could vaguely make out some play equipment through the trees and flower beds where plants would bloom come spring. I focused my attention back on Cammie, ignoring my aching feet and the cold wind that was blowing down the back of my jacket, she was holding up the iPod and in triumph exclaimed, "Found it!" she paused and spun through the gadget and wrinkled her brow, "This wasn't here before…" The 'game' she had it set on was called internet checkers. It selected it and what came up was the Google home page.

She sent me a questioning look and I shrugged, "It must have been Smithers."

"I guess." She left the game and went to the messaging button…and there was a picture…it was a map of what I guessed to be Berlin and there was a red line cutting the city in half, The Berlin Wall. There was a huge green space to the left side of the line and several red rectangles and boxes on the line. Cammie scrolled down on the message and there was a key informing us that the boxes were former border crossings and the rectangles were remains or traces of the wall. I knew from history class that places where the wall had once stood but wasn't anymore was marked by a double row of pavers. Suddenly the second rectangle down from the green space started blinking.

"I'll bet that's where we are supposed to me our contact." I smiled. There was a star in the green space, just slightly northwest of a 'C' in the red line.

"And I'll bet that's where we are." Cam said slowly, "So all we need to do is get to the double line of pavers," She must have had that in history too, "And follow it to the meeting place!"

"And we have," I looked at my wrist watch, "About five and a half hours to do it in."

"And find food." She said as we stood and made our way in the direction the iPod pointed up.

"And find food." I agreed.

We set of at a brisk pace and soon found the pavers. Following them proved to be a little harder then I had though, they run through roads and all over the place, but we did our best. Almost an hour of walking brought us to a café we guessed to be forty minutes from the meeting place. We were cold and starved. I was really glad to get out of the wind and upon entering Cammie made a beeline for a booth in back with a view of the door and a clear shot to the exit.

She picked up the menu and started reading, then without looking up she said in a low voice, "We should probably clean up here and then check out the meeting place. We can back track and find a place to catch an hour or so of sleep if we have time afterwards."

I nodded and silently did the math in my head, fifty minutes here will have three hours and forty minutes until the meeting…walk to the meeting spot, forty minutes, we have three hours spend ten minutes looking around…that leaves us two hours and fifty minutes leeway.

I relayed my thoughts on time to Cammie and she agreed. We ordered the biggest, warmest, cheapest meal on the menu then Cam took her bag and went to 'freshen up' as Jack would say.

Jack, I really hope she isn't worrying too much… maybe I can call her sometime after we meet up with this other guy…

My thoughts were cut off by the return of Cammie. She had changed into a long sleeved, plain green shirt that hugged her curves quite nicely I thought, and had on a dark pair of regular jeans…not the really skinny type at least. She looked nice with her hair all brushed out like that…

She sat down and without a word started eating the food the waitress had delivered only a few minutes earlier (Though you couldn't tell by my plate, I had nearly finished.)

"I'm going to change," Standing up as I reached for my bag.

Nodding, she continued to chow down on the heavenly food but I wasn't really offended, she was stalking up for what lay ahead.

Okay, I went back and forth on whether or not to end the chapter hear or go on a little more. I choose to stop here because I'm lazy and I wanted to get the chapter up! I hope to have the next chapter up sometime this coming week…And an exciting chapter that will be…MUHAHAHAHA

And I just have to say it's kind of hard to write from Alex's POV…did it turn out all right?

Here's the map I was using to make Alex and Cam's route and the meeting place:

http:/ www. .php (Minus the spaces)

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Love, Agent Striker