Hey guys! Aren't you so proud of me? I'm updating again really soon. I do have a couple shout outs to make:

-to-read: Thank you so much for your compliment! And plus, this story was the first story you added to your favorite stories list! (She told me that I should send this to Ally and see if she'll publish it as the next book. It totally made my day but I knew I could never do that! I mean, seriously, I'm not that good…although the thought made my day. =D)

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Okay, enough with the thanks. This is a long author's note and I hope people actually take the time to read them…*hint hint*.

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Chapter Twelve: Attack

Cammie POV

Zach aroused me as we landed. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and wondering where we were. Pulling the blind aside, I looked out the window of the jet. There was another not far from ours. We were in a deserted field. I didn't know where.

I glanced at Zach. He had the same weird expression on his face, as I was sure I had on mine. Which surprised me. Since he, ya know, seemed to know so much more about this than the rest of us. Well, maybe not Agent Hendrickson. But you never know.

"Okay, everyone," Agent Hendrickson's voice boomed out. Man, for a lady in the CIA, she still had a loud voice. "We have landed in a deserted field"—I rolled my eyes at this; does she honestly think we hadn't already established that? —"and now we are going to switch jets. Another precaution," she added in answer to Grant's unspoken question. "We are still not going to tell you where we are going because if we did, it may not be safe."

"Let me guess," Bex muttered. "Another precaution." Louder she asked, "Who is 'we'? To me, it looks like you're all on your own."

Agent Hendrickson fixed my best friend with a stern look. "I work for the CIA, Miss Baxter. There will always be a 'we'. And, in answer to your question that you so rudely interrupted with, yes, this is another precaution. We don't know what could happen on our journey. Anything could happen and if the Circle of Cavan capture any of you and you had that information, we'd all be in grave danger."

Bex stayed quiet after that.

"Um, forgive me for interrupting, Agent Hendrickson," Liz said timidly, "but I think all of us are a little bit confused. Can you tell us why we're so important? Why hasn't the CIA tried to protect anyone else?"

For the first time since we'd met her, Agent Hendrickson seemed sincerely sorry and she seemed to crack just a little bit. "Miss Sutton," she began. "In the CIA, we have so many secrets to protect, so many people to claim, so many to train. It just so happens that the Director has never seen talent like the eight of yours. He feels that if the Circle of Cavan gets a hold of you, they will not only use you, but also destroy where you stand, all your loyalties, all your trust. He feels that they would break you, just as they…tried to break Mr. Goode's parents and Miss Morgan's father. We can not let that happen."

Zach suddenly looked up as if a shock had run through him. "And what about my sister?" he asked in a deadly quiet voice. "What about her, huh? Did your CIA Director even give a second thought to her? No! Obviously not. She's eight years old, Agent Hendrickson, and with all due respect, how could the CIA overlook such a feat?"

It was Zach's turn to receive Hendrickson's look. "Mr. Goode, you know as well as anyone that your mother and father did not die in vain. We have been watching your family since the day we received word that they were dead. The Director put your family—your sister—in his top priorities. We knew that you would never be able to protect her alone. Did you really think that the Circle of Cavan has stayed away from you for all these years because they were afraid of you?" Agent Hendrickson's tone had turned scathing and almost mocking.

Zach glared at her. I put my hand on his chest. "Don't. She's trying to protect us." I whispered the words, trying to calm him down.

It worked but only just. "My parents did not die in vain, I know that much," he growled at her. "So know this: I'm going to rescue my sister. With the CIA." Agent Hendrickson tried to object but he held a hand up. "No. Listen to me. With all due respect to you and the Director, you can't keep me in the dark. As you can see. I hacked every system this summer. If I can hack them, then obviously the enemy can. And I've been slipping through the Circle of Cavan's—and, indirectly, the CIA's as well—fingers. If I can not be an asset in this mission, at least I can help, if only in the smallest way."

Agent Hendrickson gave the smallest hint of compassion as her eyes flashed with empathy and pain. It was gone in an instant but we all felt an unspoken agreement that we'd seen it. "Mr. Goode, the only good that you and your friends can do right now is try and stay safe and guarded." She looked out the window. We followed her example and did the same. Another agent, perhaps someone that had helped us escape, was waving us toward the other jet. She turned back to us. "It's time." Those two words alone were enough to send chills up my body. "Don't grab anything. We need to switch as quickly as possible. Your luggage will get there some other way." She was talking in a rush, in a manner that only suggested that something was wrong.

And apparently, I wasn't the only one who sensed it. Macey, speaking for the first time since we'd gotten into the jet, squinted as if she was thinking. "Something's wrong." She didn't phrase it as a question. Agent Hendrickson knew right away that we knew. "What is it?" Macey asked.

Agent Hendrickson gave us a bloodshot look. "They've spotted us." The fear and terror in her voice was enough to get us all moving. "Just go. Run. As fast as you can."

"What about you?" Nick had the decency to ask.

Agent Hendrickson shook her head. "As an agent in the CIA, it is my job to follow any orders given. I was ordered to protect you. That's what I'm going to do. Now go. Go!" she repeated when we stood there.

I sprung into action, with the others following my lead. Several agents were waiting outside the jet and they surrounded us as we rushed toward the jet a hundred yards away. I didn't glance back as I heard fighting break out in the field behind us. Agents all around us were going down but I knew that there had to be one in the jet. I pushed my legs to go faster. I could feel Zach behind me and that was the only thing that mattered.

Until I heard the scream.

Yes, yes, I know! A cliffy but I just had to and I know this is really short but the next chapter is going to be posted right after this! I swear. But please review both chapters! I love all my reviewers! And just an FYI, I'm only going to have about two or three chapters and an epilogue before this is finished. And again, sorry about the non-Zammie in it. This was just a filler. And it was to keep you guessing….Muahahaha!!! That looks lame. =D

~XJamesBondX

P.S. I lied about that sneak peak. Sorry, that's what I WAS going to have but…I didn't write this chapter out first. That will be in the next one. So just click the button to move on (after you click the green one at the bottom of the screen).