Author's Note: Hey guys! Thank you so much for reading! I'm sorry it took me so long to update and I'm sorry that this chapter is short but bare with me :)

Disclaimer: I still don't own the Gallagher Girl Series. Obviously. Now on with the story :)

Carrie and I stepped out of the elevator and into sublevel one. The first thing that I noticed was the sterile feeling the subs gave off. It was all stainless steel and frosted glass. The complete opposite of the mansion above.

And that's when I was stopped in my tracks. Because I saw a man. A hot man. A real-life James Bond. He was standing at the front of the room, arms crossed, and leaning against the desk, lecturing about SURVALIENCE.

"Yeah, that's Mr. Solomon." Carrie said beside me, a huge grin on her face. We entered the room.

"Your late, Ms. Ames." Mr. Solomon said, not even turning to face us.

"Sorry, Mr. Solomon. I was showing-"

"Ah, you must be Meghan Phyle. The new student." There it was. That nickname again. Oh how I hated it. Mr. Solomon continued, "Just moved here from Minnesota. Sophomore. "

"Hi." I said.

"Just take that seat over there." He said. Pointing towards a desk in the front row. Great. As I sat down in my chair, I could feel everyone's eyes on me, wanting to know more about the "New Girl".

"Ms. Hale. Walk-ins, define it."

A small, fragile looking girl answered, "Agents who offer their services."

"Ms. Phyle." I looked up half startled, half surprised. Mr. Solomon asked, "What makes walk-ins difficult?"

"Well…" I started trying to buy time. The only things I knew about spying were what I had seen in the movies. Maybe that's it! "Walk-ins are difficult because, you don't know if you can trust them. They may be giving you false information to lead you off the track."

"Correct." And I could have sworn I saw Mr. Solomon smile.

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It was the end of cove-ops and I was picking my stuff up when Mr. Solomon said, "Ms. Phyle, could you stay for a minute?"

"Is something wrong Mr. Solomon?" I asked as I walked towards his desk.

"No. Nothing's wrong. What's your dad's name?"

Puzzled I answered, "Um… John?" It came out more as a question then as a statement.

Mr. Solomon blinked. "What is your dad's job?"

"Sorry, I'm not sure." I answered. I was embarrassed, but it had never really seemed important until we moved and even then all I got was that he worked for the government.

"That's all. You better hurry and get to your next class."

As I exited the room and started walking down the corridor towards the elevator my head was spinning with questions. Why did Mr. Solomon want to know my dad's name and what he did? He's a spy. Shouldn't he already know?

Author's Note: Ok, so that's the third chapter. Hope you guys liked it! Please review! It would mean the world to me! Sorry it's so short, and if you have any ideas for me to put in the story just PM me or leave a review. Thanks!