A/N: This is a really short chapter, just thought I would update though so... yeah, okay some people might've been confused, Riley's POV was after the phone-call with Cammie, and Aimme was supposed to be like a version of Tina Walters.

Cammie POV ( THE INTEROGATION ) :

"Hello George."

"You again!"

"Yeah, it's me. So tell me, who told you to get the file?"

"I'll never tell you! You bitch!"

"Really? Is that anyway to treat your friends George? I thought we had a better relationship than that."

I was interrogating George, trust me, using the Truth Serum is going to be a last resort.

" I have nothing to say!"

"Now George, the only reason we're keeping you alive is because you have some vital information, and we want in on it. Now I'm going to ask you again , Who sent you to retrieve the file?"

"None of your business."

"Wrong answer." I said as I scratched his face. My nails had the rarest kind of poisen known to man, and yes they were dry.

"AHH!" He screamed in pain.

"I don't like doing this to you , but I will if I have to. Now you can get your face cleaned up if you tell us who sent you there, but if you don't it might cost you an arm and a leg. Literally."

"I'd rather choke on my own liver than tell you shit, lady!"

"George-y! C'mon, I thought we were friends here! You want to get out of here. I can get you out of here if you just answer some questions. Now, I can get some reinforcements in here to straighten you out. Shadow , Hotshot, and Fly come in."

They walked in and his eyes widened. I heard him gulp in the dead silence.

"Still not gonna talk?"

"I don't have to tell you anything."

"Fine then. Duchess and Peacock come in."

They also walked in.

"So what, they're just girls. You can't be serious! CIA has gone so downhill from where it used to be."

"Or has it?" I whispered in his ear. "That one can knock you out in one single punch- for eight hours..." I said while pointing at Bex. "This one is one of the scariest operatives you'll ever meet in your lifetime. Think about it. Very . Carefully." I said while pointing to Macey.

"And you?"

"You don't want to know about me, George, your friend here has some secrets up her sleeve."

"So what? You're going to have your friends here kill me?"

"Oh no, they're not for killing, we have machines to help me do that. They're for reinforcements."

There was a moment of cold , unbearable , dead, chilling , frustrating, agonizing silence.

"What do you want to know?"

"Did Agents Mark McNeal and Lisa Pepperman direct you to get the letter?"

"Yes."

"Are Agents Mark McNeal and Lisa Pepperman on an Authorized Mission from the C.O.C. in Germany?"

"The Mission was Unauthorized. The heads of C.O.C. headquarters in Germany are killing everyone apart of their mission."

"Are the two Agents alive?"

"Currently, yes."

"Okay. What was so important in that file?"

"It holds the Mission Details and Objective. Along with the people involved. They didn't want it to get in the wrong hands so they sent me."

"No shit, Sherlock." Macey snorted.

" Peacock! We're done here, George. You get to go home in a few hours. Go to sleep." I said as I injected him in his arm with a serum that makes you go to sleep and makes you loose your memory.

"Don't you want to know where they are?"

"I already know, they're at the C.O.C. base in Germany ."

"Well what are we waiting for?"

"A sign."