Thank you all so much for your amazingly kind comments and requests to update. I am sorry I am so undeserving of it, but I will attempt to be quicker in the future. There is one more chapter left of this (you didn't think I would miss the best part did you? ) ) and then, I'm planning on continuing with the third book as well since you lovely folks commented your wish for that. I hope you enjoy :)

The landing gear started down and men began running out of the building. I looked around to assess the situation. We were clearly outnumbered, and outsized judging by the huge men that were coming near us. I would normally say this didn't matter due to my spy abilities, but they were all spies. And most of them had double my experience.

Yet even with these odds, I wouldn't go down without a fight. A quick glance at Cammie's cool calculating gaze and Bex cracking her knuckles told me that they felt the same.

Bex jumped off the roof flattening the man beneath her and swept a leg out, knocking down the man beside her.

"They're here!" the man yelled out as he fell.

In an instant the buzz of rappel-a-cords through pulleys engulfed the silence of the night. Everything was chaos. I touched my earpiece and yelled directions to Bex and Grant.

"Three guys are coming around the south side of the building—go!"

They ran without a word. Beside me Cammie was swiftly knocking down the guards around her. Then I heard Liz, the little blonde fairy-like bookworm, call out to Cammie.

"Cammie, I need a weapon!"

I glanced over at Liz only to find that she was sitting in the cab of a forklift. I chuckled and looked over at Cam. She rolled her eyes and managed to yell out, while struggling with a Napotine patch, "You're sitting in one!"

"Right," Liz said with a smile and then tried to get it to start.

I guess she gave up because I saw her later on top of a guard that was chasing another Gallagher girl. She squeezed for dear life. I smiled and landed a swift kick to a guard's neck, knocking him out cold. Then, I heard a slight yelp and turned to see Liz being flown through the air and knocking down the man in the blue jacket, without throwing a single punch. It was nice to have a little humor to lighten this tense situation.

The humor disappeared when a burly guard headed straight for Liz.

Immediately I lurched myself in between them and felt the guard's fist on my cheek. The pain rushed throughout my face and I stumbled backward but tried to focus through it, holding my hand to my cheek instinctively. My eyes rested on Cammie watching me.

"Go!" I yelled to her, gesturing to Dr. Steve.

She ran towards the plane and I sucked up the sting of the punch and went after the men chasing her.

After a few more blocks and kicks I stole a glance at Gallagher Girl and Dr. Steve. He was on the ground and Bex was delivering her choke hold. Cam grabbed the disc that fell from his pocket.

"You're not taking that anywhere. You're not getting on that plane," she said softly, the anger boiling inside her.

"That's right, Ms. Morgan, he's not," a deep rich voice said behind her, which could only come from one man, Joe.

I walked towards them as the men around me stopped fighting and went to other duties. It was all a test, a clever one, but a test.

Joe checked Dr. Steve and the truth began to dawn on Cam.

"You…You did this?" she asked in disbelief.

"Well, I had some help," Joe said with a grin.

Then Cam's mom stood by his side and smiled at us.

"Good job, everyone."

"Rebecca?" Mrs. Morgan hissed.

Bex was still wary as she loosened her grip on Dr. Steve.

Joe glanced at his watch with a shrug.

"Forty-two minutes. Not bad," he commented. He turned and called into the darkness.

"What do you think, Harvey?"

Mr. M stepped into the plane's open doorway, perhaps he wasn't quite as terrible a spy as I had believed.

"Hi, girls. How'd I do?" he asked the Gallagher girls around him as he bounced on the balls of his feet with a huge grin lighting up his face.

"It…It was a test?" Cammie asked still in shock.

"Our job isn't to get you ready for tests, Ms. Morgan. Our job is to get you ready for life." Joe corrected.

The Blackthorne boys huddled close to me, not sure if we were part of this debriefing.

"So you wanted to see if we could do it for real?" one of the girls asked.

"No. We had to see if you could do it"—Cam's mom glanced over at me and the other guys—"together."

Then, with another smile at our surprised faces, they turned and started through the rain toward the waiting vans.

"Oh…And welcome to Sub level Two," Joe said in the distance.