All I have to say: Mwa hahaha. (and if you're wondering where I get have this crud, I am a huge X-File and Fringe fan. For those of you who know what that is, it explains a lot doesn't it). Oh and if I seem moody forgive me, I'm in the middle of a hormonal imbalance( I am female) so excuse my craziness. I'll probably come to my senses soon, but I won't change the story.

Chapter 12

Please excuse my language: Holy mother fucking God! What the fucking shit just happened?

Sincerely,

Macey McHenry

Thoughts, Cammie and Zach from 12 AM to 1PM:

Cammie: I'd known from from when he'd first asked about if I'd had back up. That was not my father. He kept talking about stuff but I ignored him, saying the right things at the right time, but that was it. Where is he? I demanded of Liz. Make Zach find out now!

"He's trying Chameleon. If things go right we'll know within the hour."

They did have him at one point I thought at her desperately. They had him. It was him last week, because no way would they give me the answer so I'd have back-up.

" I hope so, Cam, I hope so."

Zach: My mom left me after escorting me to this room. She adviced me to sleep since we kept to prisoner's hours.I had a bed, desk, and computer. According to her in 10 minutes the computer would turn off. Before then I had to write a report.

I sat and pulled out the USB drive Cammie had given me courtesy of Liz.

"Liz says this will let her hack into the Circle's mainframe," Cammie had said. "It needs to be in a Circle computer for 5 minutes and she'll be in there permanently."

Plugging it in, I opened the program that said "COC ." That screen covered the loading bar that had appeared behind it. "Yes, something familiar," Liz's voice said in my head. I chuckled and clicked the report button. While that loaded all I could hear was Liz typing in the background. I chuckled as the report screen came up. I started typing some crap about how uncooperative Cammie was being, how betrayed she felt, and how she also thought I still had feelings for her. Peeking at the clock in the computer I realized Liz's five minutes were almost done. While I was closing the window. Liz stated simply, "I'm in," as the typing got more frantic.

I unplugged the USB drive and put it in my pocket. Hving nothing else to do, I plopped on the bed and kicked off my shoes enjoying not having to worry about Dr. Steve walking in and giving me twenty laps for not having things organized in a way that went with a prison school. . .

My first night at Blackthorne, two bys came silently into the room. My eyes were closed, I breathed evenly, feigning sleep. They came next to my bed, the warmth radiating off their bodies a clear give away. One picked up my legs, the other my shoulders. Fighting to remain limp, I let them carry me outside so I wouldn't humiliate them in front of my classmates. Once outside, I kicked the one holding my feet in the nose, spun in the air, and hit the other in the shins. Both were decapacitated. "Okay boys," I said in an agreeable voice. "What is it exactly you want?"

One of them got up. I incapacitated in one fluid motion. "I'll ask you again," I said with a sigh, "what is it you want me for?" Even at age twelve I knew enough to stay in a relaxed fighting stance while waiting for the two losers to make a decision. They looked at one another, one shrugged and the other looked back at me.

"Dr. Steve the headmaster wants to see you," he said carefully.

"Why?" I didn't dare relax.

"He needs to ask you some questions."

"I knew this was a school for spies, mainly assassins, but why must you kidnap me to take me to the headmasters office?"

"Its customary"

"All of us do it. They need to make sure we won't tell anyone outside the school." They were nodding vigorously. I finally relaxed. They weren't lying, that much I could tell. I straightened.

"Take me to him," I ordered. They led me away.

The lights went out.

Cammie: Five minutes after the lights went out "my father" was snoring. Carefully I moved closer, making it look like I wanted my father's warmth. There was a hollow Ping.

It took all the control in the world for me not to flinch away from his cold skin. A theory forming. I tapped the man's knee.

"Uh, hey Cammie," Liz said. "Yeah your dad's in a cell down the hall, though not in a good state. And the man you're with is well, a . . ."

A robot I finished. They replaced my dad with a robot.