Oh, boy…I haven't updated for a while have I? I am so sorry and I really don't have any excuses…other then Christmas and wanting to finish one of my other stories…and the sad truth is I haven't updated one of my other stories since the twentieth of November…I suck I know. I just hope you all haven't given up on me…I probably would have if I were you…

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Cammie's POV:

We hurried through some of the worst streets in Berlin…okay so I don't know that for a fact but they weren't exactly family friendly if you catch my drift. And my company was being rather…mulish for lack of a better word.

First of all, Zach won't tell us where we're going.

Second of all, I'm ninety-nine present sure that he told Alex.

Third of all, Alex won't tell me.

And lastly, Alex and Zach are going all macho and making me walk between them like I couldn't take care of myself if we get mugged or something. Which I totally could.

I grumbled something rather crude under my breath that my companions decided to ignore. Cue a loud sigh of annoyance here and some melancholy music…Suddenly Zach pulls to a screeching halt and makes a motion that we should all move in to the alley behind us. Where who knows what God-awful things are lurking…but I moved back anyway.

Suddenly there was the sound of breaking glass and the scream of an alarm. I heard shouting in German and then the sound of racing footsteps followed by more shouting that seemed decidedly more…cop like.

And then the pounding feet made a screeching turn right in to the alley…and ran right into Zach.

And pushed Zach into me.

Then me into Alex.

And all of us, including the three would be thieves, on to a human heap on the ground.

Surrounded by half a dozen cops.

And the day just gets better.

So that's how three teenaged aged spies ended up sharing a Germen jail with two teenaged thieves and one not-teenaged thief. Fun, right? Ha, you have no idea.

I'll tell you about the thieves and our jail cell before I get in to our following conversation.

Our jail cell was the very last one and it had three sets of bunk beds, one against each of the walls in our square cell except for the side with the door. Alex sat on the bottom bed of the bunk against the back wall with his elbows resting on the tops of his thighs. Zach had been off and on the bunk above Alex but right now he was pacing, looking at the door's lock, down at the empty rows of cells on the left (apparently it was not a very busy night in the crime world of Berlin…and yet we were all sharing one cell), the tiny, barred window and then back to the locked door. He was behaving like a wild animal and I thought about telling him that but changed my mind. Me, I was sitting on the bottom bunk on the side with the wall. I had taken my jacket off and was sitting with my chin resting on my knees and my back was against the wall…and I was attempting to fight off a headache.

The first thief was the shortest one and had run into Zach in the alley. He looked to be about seventeen, with surprisingly large muscles and a shock of red hair and freckles. He had on a dirty t-shirt, a pair of Levi's and a worn but thick winter jacket. He was sitting against the 'head board' on the bottom bunk of the bed across from me with his short legs stretched out.

The second guy was lying on the bunk above him. And he was the complete opposite of the other guy. Where Shortie was short and muscular, this guy was tall and thin with little more than skin and bones. His hair was blond with the tips died black and to tell the truth he looked kind of like a druggie...or like he was drugged… He was dressed in all black (with just a thin jacket) and I swear he had his ears pierced at least four times. Before he had closed his eyes I had glimpsed cornflower blue eyes and decided that he really wasn't ugly…just a little creepy.

The final thief (Who was on the bunk above me) was the most surprising, she had blonde pig tales, big blue eyes, and she was at most twelve years old. Her skinny legs were clad in a pair of holey jeans that had the remnants of pink flowers sewn into the ratty hem. Her pink shirt had some sort of pony on it and all around seemed like a very girly type. She had a thick, pink winter jacket but she had taken it off and left it on her bunk…I had no idea how she might have gotten mixed up with the two boys…unless…

"So again, tell me why you were breaking in to the jewelry store, not expecting there to be an alarm...especially in that neighborhood." Alex asked one of the guys again, his blond head in his hands.

"Well," The shortest one started, "We needed the cash."

The Goth guy, nodded without bothering to open his eyes, "Yea…cash."

"For da rent!" The girl piped up from her cot…where she seemed unbelievably happy considering she was in jail.

The Goth rolled his eyes, "What is with the 'da' you can speak English as good as anyone."

The little girl stuck her tongue out at the guy and started to bounce the cot while still sitting…which made a really irritating squeaking noise. Just want my headache needed.

The Goth guy spoke again, "If you do not stop that I am going to come over there and box your ears."

She stopped immediately; apparently that was a very real threat. It was quite again until the little girl moved so her head was hanging upside down looking at me from her cot, "What is your name?"

I smiled, "Cammie."

"Cool!"

"What's your name?" I asked.

She jumped off her cot to the floor and poked her head high toward the ceiling, "I am Anneliese Birgitta Schäfer the first and the best."

I nodded, "Nice to meet you."

But she wasn't done yet, "And that is my brother, Tobias Ambros Schäfer," she pointed to the Goth, that explains how she got mixed up in all of this, "age seventeen, seven years to my elder…We were breaking in to the store to steal jewelry and cash so we could stay in our apartment. And Sven Wilhelm Volker is our roommate who gets in to trouble a lot and likes it."

I was a little confused, "So all three of you live together?"

She nodded, glad to have someone to talk to, "Yes, ever since I can remember…which is when our parents died," She paused and looked sad for a millisecond, but I saw 'Tobias' stiffen and open his eyes, "But I do not remember them so it is alright. Sven moved in after his mama got re-married and he did not like his step-papa…and he did not like Sven…that was like five whole years ago."

Tobias glared at his sister, "Thank you so much for telling complete strangers our life story."

Anneliese looked angry, "You are just mad because you do not like to talk about Mama and Papa!"

"Shut up Anneliese."

"Make me!"

Suddenly the Goth guy was swinging his long legs off his bed and landing with a thump on the concrete floor in front of his sister. I tensed my muscles to step in incase he would really hurt her and I saw both Alex and Zach prepare for 'battle' too.

Tobias got his face very close to his sister. And she looked petrified for good reason, the look on his face did not send a loving message, "I told you to stop talking."

She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Did you?"

She shook her blond head, sending her blond pigtails flying. The first tear leaked out of her blue eye.

"Are you going to stop talking now?"

She nodded. More tears falling.

Tobias straightened up and headed back to his bunk, "Good."

I think everyone relaxed, and from the way Sven still looked indifferent I guess this happened with some regularity.

But then Anneliese started to really ball. She turned around toward me and flung herself on to my bunk. What am I supposed to do? She had her head buried in my shoulder, still sobbing…I rubbed her back gently, "Hey, it's alright."

"No it is not!" She wailed.

I was really aware that everyone but Tobias was staring at me and it felt kind of awkward but I could just push the little girl away now could I? I rubbed her back some more, "It is, everything's fine."

"No it is not! He hates me!" That brought on another round of tears.

"He doesn't hate you," I started, looking over to see if Tobias was listening…his eyes were still closed but his head was cocked toward us, perfect, "It's just that…you don't remember your parents, right?"

She nodded.

"So you don't really miss them because for as long as you can remember it's been just you, Tobias, and Sven."

She nodded again.

"But Tobias remembers them. And he misses them and sometimes when a person loses someone close to them talking or even thinking about them hurts so badly and makes them so sad…they try to avoid it." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Alex stiffen, I guess he was thinking about his parents and his uncle…Sorry Alex, I didn't mean to cause you pain but sometimes things have to be explained to ten year-olds.

Anneliese nodded but before she could say anything her brother cut in, "What do you know about it?"

I looked up toward the bunk where Tobias was now attempting to stare me down, which is something no civilian can do, stare down a Gallagher Girl…well he'd learn that soon enough, "I lost my dad not so long ago."

His face was still hard. But then Alex spoke up, "But she's right…I lost both my parents when I was six months old and I really don't miss them. But I lost my guardian, my uncle, when I was fourteen…and it still hurts to talk about it."

The jail cell was quiet except for the sound of Anneliese quietly sniffling. Then she got up any made her way across the cell to the bunk across the way. She clamored up the side and climbed over Tobias's feet. She was crouching between his elbow and the cell's right side.

He had to know that she was there…the entire cell seemed to be holding its breath, even Zach was watching to see what would go down.

"I am sorry Tobias." Anneliese said, looking like she might burst into tears again.

He sighed and opened his blue eyes, "I am the one that should be sorry-"

He apparently was finished because he was being squeezed to death by a ten year-old. And I couldn't help be smile, feeling too that my headache was started to fade.

Ruining the picture perfect moment was the sound of the door that led to the police station opening with a clang. Everyone sat up and moved to the edge of their bunks, Tobias with his arm protectively around his sister, as if planning to make a jail break.

The sergeant that had 'captured' us was back to torment us…and suddenly my headache started to come back with vengeance, great. The sergeant was short, fiftyish, fat, and looked decidedly pig like...I was mildly surprised that he wasn't a desk sergeant...And he didn't seem capable of comprehending that we hadn't been breaking in to the store, just at the wrong place at the wrong time. So yea, over all he was really stupid and not my favorite person at the moment.

"How are you doing, thieves?" He said in Germen, sneering at us from the far side of the bars.

Unfortunately for Sergeant Pain-In-The-Rear, Sven doesn't like to be called a thief because in the blink of an eye he had sprung from the bunk and had the sergeant by the throat. Almost as quickly Alex, Zach, Tobias, and I were on him, trying to yank him off the sergeant…mainly because we didn't need group murder added to our ever growing rap sheet.

"You do not call me and my friends thieves and get away with it, you will regret it." And with that he shoved the sergeant back toward the wall.

The sergeant was sputtering and turning such a bright red color I was beginning to worry he might have a heart attack. Just as I was getting ready to yell for someone else, sergeant finally spit out what he had to say, "PIG…You PIG…you will pay for that!"

He stumbled away still cussing us out and when he reached the door he yelled to us again, "For that pigs you will spend the night in the dark!" He hit the switch and slammed the door behind him.

I know you're probably wondering if being in a jail in the dark is that bad…well let me inform you that it is…first off because the way the jail building is set it's back pretty far off the street.

Second, we are in the very back of the jail building.

Third of all the building next door had no lights on.

Fourth, there are only windows in our cell and the one at the other end of the opposite row.

Add that all up and you get one pitch black hole.

"We have to get out of here." Zach said, rattling the cell door.

"Thank you Captain Obvious." I said as I plopped back down on the bunk.

I could feel his eyes drilling holes in me but I didn't say anything. He sighed and started again, "We have to get out of here because if we aren't at Werner Beerdigungen by 7:30 tomorrow morning we'll miss our connection."

Me: "Our next connection is at a FUNERAL HOME?"

Alex: "And we really don't want to get stuck here longer then necessary."

Tobias: "Hey, if you are busting out of the joint will you take us with you?"

Sven: "What is this 'connection'?"

Anneliese: "Is Cammie leaving?"

Zach held his hand up for silence, "One question at a time. Cammie, we'll get to your question later…And Sven…the connection is a long story…And you guys can come with us if you promise you won't get caught stealing anymore."

Finally he squatted to be eye to eye with little Aneliese, "Yes, Cammie is going to have to leave…but I'm willing to bet that you'll meet her again."

Anneliese pursed her small lips, "Alright…but I'm going to get to help right?"

Zach stood up and smiled, "Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way."

Again, I couldn't help but smile, where's a camera when you need one?

Zach looked around at the circle of faces, "Alright guys, I think I have a plan."

I'll explain the plan to you, it's just easier than having to stop and listen to Zach explain everything twice, once in German (For Sven, Tobias said he's not too good at English) and once in English (For Alex, because while he speaks German, he isn't that great at it.)

We are going to break out of a German jail (Yes, I know you probably got that far...) and get to our connection, at the FUNERAL HOME.

How To Break Out of Afore Mentioned Germen Jail In 11 Easy Steps:

A Plan of Action, By Zachary Goode

Edited By: Cameron Morgan

1. Start plan at 11:45 p.m., the time when there are (we're hoping) the least amount of people on duty.

2. Gather all the sheets and blankets, six blankets and six sheets (four sheets with questionable stains) total.

3. Find something with which to pick the jail cell lock.

4. Unlock all locked cells…do not however let any mass murders out.

5. Mess up the light switch so that there will be total darkness.

6. Use some serious static electricity to start a fire.

7. Scream a lot (Anneliese) and therefore alert the cops that there is a fire.

8. Knock out cops.

9. Start a very important game of hide'n'seek, one that depends on our freedom.

10. Run.

11. Don't get caught.

"That is not much of a plan," Tobias noted.

"Especially for a Blackthorn Boy." I smirked.

Zach looked down at me, When did he get so tall?, "Do you have a better idea?"

I shook my head, "I guess we'll have to go it on your plan."

"I guess we will."

Cue awkward silence.

I clapped my hands together, trying to end the silence, "Alright, it's-" I looked at my watch, "10:45…we have a lot to do in an hour, let's get started."

I stopped, expecting Zach to take over the job disbursement. But all he did was look expectantly at me with his very green eyes, "Well?"

I shrugged, "Since it was your plan I thought you'd want to tell everybody what to do."

It was his turn to shrug, "Nah, you can go ahead and do it…Since you're so good at being in charge."

I decided to ignore that last comment, "Okay then…Alex try and find something to pick the lock…two if possible, that way both you and Zach can open all the doors."

He nodded and started to look around the cell.

I looked at Tobias, "Tobias…start getting the stuffing out of the mattresses, pull it apart well and make sure it would catch on fire easily."

Tobias nodded and moved faster and looked more awake than I had seen him the whole night.

"Sven," I said in my best German (Which is perfect because I am a Gallagher Girl you know.), "See if you can find something that we can use to lower the humidity for the fire..." I glanced at the heater in the next cell over, "See if you can turn up the heater as well."

Glad to hear his own language, Sven turned toward his job with gusto.

Anneliese tugged at my shirt, "How did you learn to speak German so well?"

I smiled, "At my school we learn lots and lots of languages."

"Can I go there someday?" She asked.

I glanced at her brother, he wasn't paying attention and neither was anyone else. They were all doing their jobs, with Zach helping Sven try and reach the heater to turn it up.

I leaned toward her ear and whispered, "Maybe when you're a little older I can help you get in…but it's in America and it's a secret school."

Her eyes got bigger, "What kind of secret?"

"If I told you I'd have to kill you."

She nodded, "Alright…but how will I get in touch with you?"

For a ten year old she thinks ahead pretty well, "I'll give you my email and when you're out of here you can email me okay?"

She nodded, "Alright…now what's my job?"

"Collect the blankets and sheets and rub them together well so they are all static-y."

She grinned and set to work.

Everyone was working and I almost didn't notice Zach come up behind me, "So you think you can get her into Gallagher?"

"You shouldn't eves drop." I muttered, hoping no one else had heard.

"No one else heard," he said in reply to my unanswered question, "But do you think you could get her into Gallagher?"

I nodded, "I'm willing to try."

Right then there was a loud click. We turned toward the door and there was Alex, a big grin on his face, a piece of the bed spring in his hand. He pushed open the door, then turned around and grinned some more, "Victory."

"Sieg?" Sven asked.

"Victory." I said with a smile…maybe there was some way we were going to make this crazy plan work after all.

Whoo; that was a REALLY LONG CHAPTER! The longest one (Nine pages on my Microsoft Word) I've ever typed…like seriously ever...EVER! I am rather proud of myself though. I hope to put another chapter on tomorrow but I have to do a book report for when I go back to school so I might not be able to post. As I was typing the part about Anneliese and Tobias, this song came on and it fit it perfectly…Kiss Goodbye-Little Big Town….weird huh? You could check it out if you're board…Anyway if you're reading this, thanks for coming this far!

Love, Agent Striker