Heeyyy guys! So sorry for not updating sooner! It's just that I had this ultra amazing idea for another story and couldn't help but get it started! Hope you don't mind!

I woke up to my phone vibrating. As you are probably aware of, I'm not a morning person. That is why I managed to knock it over onto the ground and fumble with it for several minutes.

Boy this somebody was persistent. I wonder who it was?

I froze, I was suddenly made out of stone. My blood had run cold and adrenaline began to pump through my veins. I snapped up and grabbed the phone, instantly alert.

This was a brand new cell. Purchased the night before with Zach. Only he had my new number and I had bought the phone under a fake name. So who could it be?

I flipped the phone open and pressed talk, "Hello?" I barked.

"Hello," a sly voice spoke, "Cameron Morgan." the voice added. It was a male's voice, smooth and like a low growl. It was familiar but I could not figure out where I had heard it before.

"Cameron Morgan? I asked bewildered. "May I ask who this is?" /I stuck to the cover I had the phone under, a Mrs. Tia Venire of course.

"Now Cammie, let's not play games shall we? The longer it takes for you to give us what we want, the longer Mr. Goode is tortured." I heard a smile in his voice he was happy about this?

Wait Zach? Mr. Goode? Oh, no. My heart was in my stomach.

I stumbled to the motel door. In a daze, limbs heavier as this information sunk in.

I remembered last night, it was late after we finished eating. We walked confidently to the parking lot, hand in hand and inconspiously walked to an unnoticeable car at the back car. I stood watch well Zach broke in and hot wired it.

We were soon driving down a highway, twenty miles over the speed limit. Half an hour later, we were pulling into the motels parking lot. My voice was hoarse from me screaming at Zach the entire time. He just put on his smirk.

We soon checked in. Two separate rooms, thinking it would be less suspicious. The COC would be expecting us to share a room again.

He kissed me for a minute and then we parted ways.

I rushed out into the corridor. Down three doors and to the left. I froze. A gasp escaped my lips as I crept closer.

Zach's door hung off it's hinges and the room was a mess. Everything was everywhere and nothing was where it was supposed to be. The dressers were over turned, the covers that were supposed to be on the bed were strewn across the floor and Zach's clothes were everywhere! One of his shirts even hung off a lamp.

I trudged inside, slowly lifted the phon up to my ear and growled, "Where is he?"

The man's voice laughed and I finally new who it was, "," I cursed, "Bring him back. Now!"

I was livid with anger. This was too much! I felt myself getting angrier and angrier. But the man just laughed.

"Very good Miss Morgan. I see you carry some of your father's spy genes. I'm sorry but Zachary is to useful to give up. You have to come and get him."

I was to angry to think rationally. They had pretty much forced me to leave my friends and family, killed my father, and took Zach? This was too much.

I then promised Donik a dangerous promise, "Oh I'm coming to get Zach Mr. Donik. Count on it."

I heard him bark another low laugh. "I'll be waiting Cameron. But be quick, I don't know how much time Mr. Goode has left"

With that the line went dead.

How was it? Does it make up for the long wait? Sorry about that again! Review!