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Since this is chapter thirty, who says we try to make it to 200 reviews…even though from the last chapter's reviews, that might not happen…

Cammie's POV:

"I'm afraid that this is where I leave you," Father Ivan said with a smile. In his street clothes; jeans, a sweater, and a leather jacket, he looked just like any other guy walking around the bus station. There was something familiar about him, something that I hadn't been able to put my finger on.

"Thanks for everything," Zach smirked, "Father Ivan."

From the look that passed between them was familiar…like something I had seen before, like something I had seen in a certain capital city of a certain country that I called home.

Father Ivan reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad (and I'm not exaggerating here folks) of cash and three bus tickets, handing them to each of us, "Split up the money once you get onto the bus, but be discrete."

"Of course, Father," I smiled as he handed me the final ticket and the money to Zach.

"God be with you," Father Ivan waved as we set off to get into the line in front of the bus.

We waved then bent forward into the harsh winter wind. I was beginning to forget what summer felt like; had it always been this cold? The cool air by my left ear warmed as a question was posed to me, "So you finally figured out who he was?"

"I've known form the beginning, I was just playing around," I lied. Hey, a spy's gotta do what a spy's gotta do.

"Liar."

"You'll never know," I grinned as our trio finally got to the door of the bus where our fake passports were barely glanced at before they were stamped and our tickets taken and we were motioned to get on the bus. Slipping into my Scottish accent and my Taylor Moore persona was like pulling on your favorite sweatshirt, nice and easy, "Where are we going to sit?" I asked Zach's, aka Gavin's, back.

"In the back three seats, they're still open," he replied. I made a face, I hate sitting by the bathrooms.

The bus itself looked just like any Greyhound bus I had ever been on in the States, sticky floor, dirty-ish seats, and that bus smell…which might have been the bathroom. When we reached the back, Zach slid in first, then me, and lastly Alex. "Shouldn't we have a background story to how we met?" Alex aka Daniel asked in a low voice.

"International boarding school," I replied just as Zach said, "Our parents are friends."

Alex looked between us, "I like her idea better."

Cue a Zach-ish smirk, "Me too," I grinned happily.

Zach rolled his eyes, "This is going to be a really long bus ride, isn't it?"

The Pros and Cons of Spending A Lot of Time On A Bus

Pro: You get to see plenty of the lesser known sights of Russia and China

Con: You figure out why they're lesser known.

Pro: You get to spend a lot of time with your two hot companions.

Con: Being on a bus for so long can do some nasty things to your hair…not to mention the fact that you three are in very tight quarters.

Pro: You learn that Alex may or may not have seen someone following us in Harbin.

Con: Zach gets mad and wants to know why he didn't tell us earlier, to which Alex replies something rather mean. Then they sit in silence, each glaring at something in front of them. (Boys can be such children.)

Pro: The silence leaves plenty of time for sleeping.

Con: If you've ever slept in a bus seat, you understand.

Pro: You are near the bathroom.

Con: You are near the bathroom.

Pro: You can practice your cover story (and add fun, useless details that you may or may not share with your companions) and practice your accent.

Con: You're a Gallagher Girl, you don't need to practice.

Pro: When you, *cough, cough* borrow *cough, cough*, Zach's phone without his knowledge, you feel pretty accomplished.

Con: It's no regular iPhone, it's a super-duper secure one and unless you get the password right, it self-destructs.

Pro: You can learn a lot of new curse words to share back at Gallagher while waiting in line at the boarder for two hours.

Con: You just added two hours to your trip, three if you count the traffic afterward.

Pro: When you arrive in Vladivostok, it's dark. Darkness is good for hiding.

Con: You aren't going to hide.

Pro: You are going to go shopping…for a six day cruise.

Con: One of your companions isn't going with you.

"We're what?"

"You and Alex are going shopping for a cruise," Zach replied as he lead us down the street in what seemed like a blizzard…not that it deterred people from coming out.

"What about you?" Alex asked.

Zach stopped and spun around to face us. From the way he was looking at Alex, he was just a little steamed about the whole there-might-have-been-someone-follwing-us-but-I-didn't-tell-you-because-you-were-doing-something (insert rudeness)-and-so-I-didn't-want-to-interrupt thing. "This is where I leave you. From Vladivostok you'll be taking a six day cruise to Anchorage, Alaska. From Anchorage you're going to Yakutat, Alaska then to flying to a small town in the Nunavut Province in Canada. You'll fly out from there and pass through Pennsylvania, D.C., and then continue to Gallagher." He rattled this off in a manner that made me feel like I should be taking notes or something…not that I would forget, need I remind you that I'm a Gallagher Girl?

We stood in silence for a few minutes; Zach in front of me, Alex behind, leaving me in the middle…something that seemed to be happening more often as the trip progressed. I let out a sigh to break the quiet, "So where are we going shopping?"

Zach smiled a smile that didn't reach his eyes. Motioning to a building that looked more like a fancy house rather than a store he said, "You'll find everything you need in there. Alex, you'll have to come with me, that's a women's store. A men's store is just a couple blocks down the street." Alex nodded and Zach turned back to me, "Get whatever you need, we'll be back in forty-five minutes." And then they were gone, leaving me to find my way around the store. Such gentlemen.

When we left Harbin, it was seven a.m., by the time we got to Vladivostok, it was ten p.m., and the stores were still open. It was weird because I knew for a fact that most stores were open ten a.m. to seven p.m.

Once I got inside past the crowds of hundreds of women, I understood. A huge sign across the foyer read in Russian, After Christmas/Going Out of Business Sale, All Items Must Go! Forty-Eight Hours ONLY!

Zach either didn't know about this or didn't understand women and sales, this also explained the hours. I took a deep breath and plunged into the crowd.

What's in the Shopping Cart (At The Women's/Sporting Goods Store)

A List by Cameron Morgan

1 Big makeup kit that will be perfect for disguises and will make Macey so jealous because it wasn't 50% of, it was 90%.

8 Pairs of jeans in assorted colors and styles (Dark, pale, ripped, skinny, regular, bell bottom, ect.)

10 Shirts in assorted colors, styles, and brands (Red, blue, pink, short-sleeved, long-sleeved, stripped, solid color, Old Navy, Hollister, American Eagle, ect.)

3 Hoodies (Blue with snowflakes, red with Russian football team logo, and brown Hollister)

Plenty of socks, underwear, bras, and other such items

A pair of cheep knock-off Uggs (Tan)

A pair of cheep knock-off Converse (Black)

A pair of cheep strappy high heels (Black) (Why I Needed Heels- CRUISE SHIP…even if it is winter…)

2 Long gowns/ball dresses (White and green)

1 Fake mink coat

1 Extra winter jacket

5 Pairs of gloves/mittens (purple, black, black, green, brown, knitted multi-colors)

2 scarves (Maroon and blue)

1 All purpose black purse

1 Non-descript suitcase (Navy blue)

1 Pack of Pens (Fifty)

3 Notebooks (Small, medium, large)

1 ten-pack of mint IceCube gum (100 pieces)

2 Maps of North America

3 Super Zooped-Up Swiss Army Knives

2 Compasses

4 Wigs (Long brunette, blonde bob, Red-headed braids, short curly black)

Even with all the stuff I bought (a girl's gotta be prepared); I only spent a half of the money Zach had given me, and trust me, that was a great feat. I took my four bags to the bathroom and claimed the handy-capped stall (Gross, I know) to start packing.

I was tearing off tags, folding, and squishing things at a speed that would have made a cheetah look slow and had everything packed in eight minutes and thirty-three seconds. All my clothes and shoes fit into my suitcase (plus the fake mink) but the backpack held the maps, compasses, knives, wigs (wrapped in a plastic bag to be hidden), purse, pens, notebooks, a scarf, and four pairs gloves/mittens. I pulled the boots on and left the too-small sneakers in the bathroom, slung the backpack over my shoulder and kept a firm hold on the suitcase.

And yes, I did stop to wash my hands.

As I skirted the crowds and made my way to the door, I got this weird feeling that I was being followed. Maybe it was my years of spy training or maybe it was pure instinct but I knew that I wasn't going to be safe waiting for the guys. I put down my suitcase like I was waiting for someone then glanced around for something to leave a message with then a thought hit me.

I reached into the side pocket of my bag, grabbed a sheet of paper from my notebook, a pack of gum, and a pen, trying to look casual. I popped a piece of gum into my mouth and scribbled/chewed furiously. I stuck my gum to the message and dropped it on the curb, carefully grounding my foot on top of the gum so it would stick. I shoved the pen and gum back to where it had come from and hailed a taxi and grabbed my suitcase.

As we drove away I saw a figure shoot out of the shadows and watch me go. The light was behind them just far enough I couldn't see their face, but I'm willing to bet it was a woman. She made an angry gesture and retreated to the shadows, pulling out a phone. I grinned, she hadn't seen my note. Now I just had to hope that Zach and Alex would.

Well, there you have chapter 30. This is my longest story ever, just FYI. Please review!

Oh, and can anyone guess who Father Ivan really was? It's not that hard, I'll bet you knew in the last chapter!

~Striker