Well here we are again. I wish my life was a book, 'cause right now mine really sucks. I totally love it when one of my best friends betrays me, over something really stupid as well. She really showed her true colors, not only to me but a few others. She's a user (there is this really sweet boy, a friend of mine, and he told her he liked her and she said she liked him back but a few days later she changed her mind and was SO mean to him), she abuses her privileges and I can't believe I wasted so much of my time listening to her whining about her family. She makes me so mad. And if I said any of this to her, she would tell me to grow up. Spit on her.

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Cammie's POV:

The first thing that came to my mind when I saw the guys with the sawed of shot guns was did we magically get transported to Hicksville? 'Cause I mean sawed off shot guns, really?

What I said to Alex was, "More friends of yours?"

"Shut up," Natalya hissed.

She ordered her friends into the car with us. Needless to say, it was a little crowded. The two tallest guys had to be twins, of the identical persuasion. Both had body-builder muscles everywhere, short red hair, brown eyes, freckles, and not a distinguishing mark to tell them apart…well except one had his gun in his left hand and the other one had his down his pants…gross.

Besides the pink haired guy that I remember seeing in the dining car, the last guy was medium height with brownish-blonde hair and blue-gray-green-hazel eyes…the perfect chameleon. I was almost jealous, not that you could tell of course.

Natalya turned to Alex, "You will take me to my father." She certainly didn't waste any time getting to her point.

"I can't," Alex said.

Oh, tactical error. SLAP, Natalya's hand caught Alex upside the head, leaving behind a surprisingly noticeable hand print, "You can't? That was very stupid. You see those tall ones over there," she pointed to the twins, "They are very fond of me, they would do anything to make me happy. And that includes hurting you. So I will try one last time, you will take me to my father."

Alex looked her in the eye and said in a loud voice, "I can't take you to him because he's dead."

Natalya wouldn't make a very good spy, because right then her entire façade crumbled to the floor, "What?"

"He's dead," Alex said in a gentler tone, "I'm sorry."

She had turned toward the window, but now she turned back, the look on her face akin to one of a hungry lioness, "Shut up, you are not sorry!"

"I am," Alex said stepping towards her, "he saved my life and he saved my father's life before that."

The whole trying-to-be-gentle-and-kind-that-made-him-totally-adorable-thing didn't work another one of those tactical errors. She spit her words at us, "He is dead…[insert a list of Russian curse words]! He never even met me in person!" She was screeching and on the verge of the kind of a break-down only another girl fully recognizes and can stop. I stepped forward and crossed my fingers.

"Natalya," I said, stepping forward, "I know-"

Shouldn't have done that.

"NO!" She screeched flying at me, "You have no idea what it's like to grow up without a father or a mother who cares, have you ever gotten your clothes out of a dumpster? How about a meal? DO YOU?"

She was in my face, pain and fury creating a hideous mask, but I could see the scared little girl behind it, so I didn't lose my cool…although I think being a Gallagher Girl helped a lot to, "No, I don't know. What I do know is what it's like to lose a parent. It hurts like heck I know, but you have to be strong. Otherwise you might just drown in sorrow."

She was looking into my eyes and I could tell she wasn't buying it. She shoved me out of the way and in Russian she addressed her thugs, "We are getting off, we should be near the Chinese border. They will come with us to complete the job. Alexi, Dmitri, watch them. Blender, Yann, come with me."

She turned to us, her eyes hard, cold, and mean, "I have a job to complete in Harbin, China. You will be coming with me in place of my father."

"Why do you need us?" Alex asked. Stupid boy.

"You will not need that information until much later," She grinned menacingly.

Okey Dokey…and the continental road trip continues…

Name Recap

A list by Operative Morgan

Girl aka Assassin's Daughter: Natalya

Pink Haired Guy: Yann

Twins: Alexi, Dmitri

Chameleon: Blender

After Dmitri and Alexi stared us down while we put the few things we had back in our bags we were herded (and I am not exaggerating at all) through a dozen or so cars until we came to an empty one where Natalya and Blender (which is the Russian form of John, not the kitchen appliance) stood waiting by the emergency exit.

"Did they cause any problems?" Natalya asked in a flat voice.

One of the twins shook their heads…which one is up for debate, be a little lenient, I'm a 16-almost-17 year old spy in training here and I can only do so much.

"Good," She said in English, "We need to get off, we are nearly to the boarder." She snapped her fingers and Yann aka Pink-Haired-Guy handed her something that looked a lot like a crow bar. She again turned to us, "We will be jumping off the train in exactly 1.46 minutes, that is when the train with slow to round the bend and the only speed we will survive at. Everyone will have a…how do you say…a buddy, yes a buddy, that will jump with you, for multiple reasons," another sneer, "then we will regroup."

I exchanged a look with Zach, "I've wanted to jump off a moving train since I saw this guy in a tux do it."

He smirked…again.

I was about to ask a question but Natalya grabbed my arm and snapped us both to a parachute thingy and with a deft flick of a wrist, disconnected the door alarm (which was right next to it, very stupid if you ask me) and pushed back the door with the crow bar.

The train car was suddenly filled with a screaming air and I had to lean close to Natalya to hear what she was screaming, "WE WILL PUSH OURSELVES AWAY FROM THE TRAIN WHEN WE JUMP!"

I nodded and she grabbed my hand and we turned toward the door, "ODÉEN, DVA, TREEEEEEE!" Natalya screamed then jumped…and we have lift of.

Steps To Jump Off a Speeding Train

By Operative Morgan with input from a Russian-Teenaged-Assassin, Natalya

Step 1: Put on Parachute, do not however stop to check said parachute.

Step 2: Count down in Russian.

Step 3: Jump, scream, curse in multiple languages, pray in multiple languages, scream.

Step 4: Hit the ground, which is covered in FEET of snow.

Step 5: Become sure that your face has been swallowed by a snow monster.

Step 6: Flounder around until you figure out which way is up.

Step 7: Reach the surface, open eyes and watch as the final two people fly out of the train.

Step 8: Realize that their parachutes are going to blow them right back to you.

Step 9: Point this out to your Assassin Partner.

Step 10: Flounder hopelessly as fast as you can.

Step 11: Watch as the two people land about three millimeters from where you just were.

Both Natalya and I were lying in the snow gasping for breath while the two people who had followed us off the train recovered. They were following our 'Steps To Jump Off a Speeding Train'...they were on step six, and let me tell you if we hadn't been a, kidnapped at gun point; b, in the middle of a Russian winter with a LOT of snow; and c, having no idea what was going to happen next.

Zach, the other twin, and Blender were trudging towards us and Natalya was already gathering her stuff together, "Let us go, the plane is waiting over the hill," she pointed to a hill about a quarter of a mile away, "we do not have all day."

What Not To Wear When Hiking Through the Russian Wilderness In December

A List By Operatives Morgan, Goode and Rider

Tennis Shoes- They become very wet, soggy, and give you some serious blisters.

A School Hoodie- They are not very warm. At all.

Cargo Pants- They get wet and then…well they tend to fall down (Almost TMI there Alex)

Jeans- They get wet and chafe you legs raw.

Socks- they get wet and cold

Uggs- You have just wasted a hundred dollars (And a special thanks to Natalya there)

Hair Should NOT be up- Your ears become extremely cold.

*As a side note, one should consider adding more layers before jumping off a train, because even a cold train is about a trillion times warmer than the Siberian Winter.

It took us about twenty minutes to get to the crest of the hill and by then everyone (even the twins) looked wet, snowy, and cold. I looked down at the sweeping valley below us, completely in awe.

The freshly fallen snow glistened in the purest white I've ever seen; I could see miles and miles of open spaces, not a building in sight. There was a tiny little hill or something just barely visible about three miles from where we stood. Other than that, there was absolutely nothing, it's like that time one of the seventh graders accidently pushed that big purple button in Dr. Fibbs's lab…and we all found out what it was for…apparently, there really is invisible spray paint. And it works really well. It took two weeks for the janitors to find enough of the lab that anyone could go into it, and the seventh grade was mysteriously sent home for two weeks. But Dr. Fibbs never did find that cheese-sandwich/toilet-paper-roll-holder/machine-gun prototype…and that might not have been a bad thing.

"We need to hurry, it is getting late," Natalya chattered, glancing at her watch.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

Natalya glared at me, then turned and began to march down the hill without another word. I inwardly groaned and pulled my already snow-soaked jacket tighter around me.

Well, as it turned out, we were hiking three and a half mile to that little hill I saw. A freezing hour and a half later, we arrived at the hill around 2 p.m.

Oh, and the best part of this all is that the hill wasn't a hill at all, it was a plane hangar. A plane hangar that housed a huge Cessna Citation X…a plane that incidentally won't be released until March 2011.

"Wowowow," Alex whistled once we were inside. From the look of awe on Zach's face, he agreed with this utterly educated statement.

"It is mine," The pink haired guy stated proudly, "Stolen from the factory in forty-two minutes flat."

"Get it ready to fly," Natalya commanded harshly.

"We are not taking this plane," Yann, AKA pink haired guy laughed, "We will take the little one."

He pointed to a small (tiny really) plane mostly hidden behind the Cessna. That was a tactical error on his part. Natalya glanced at Blender, sending him some sort of message via ESP or something. Glancing back at Yann, her face became completely sweet, "Whatever you want."

Looking rather surprised, but happy, Yann turned around and started to take a step forward when Blender jumped forward and with the flick of his wrist (with the help of a small pistol) conked him, sending him cascading toward the floor.

Natalya stepped over the body and headed toward the plane, "We have little time, let us go."

It took a ton of self preservation not to ask where we were going.

That felt like a rather crappy chapter…..I could go on, but I don't think I will. Nighty-night all.

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