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On with the story…

Chapter 13:

Cammie's P.O.V:

I flipped my attacker over onto the ground.

"I can't believe you! You traitor!" I kicked him in the place where the sun doesn't shine. He groaned in pain.

"You better believe babe." Oh. My. Gosh. I slapped him hard in the face.

"You have some nerve Launter." I growled.

"The ladies dig it you know." I was now fuming. I gagged him with a bandana I had and dragged him to back to where I was sitting. Time to interrogate Gallagher Girl style. Everybody looked at me weird but when they saw Taylor Launter being gagged and dragged across the floor it went totally awkward. I pinned him against the wall and tied him up using the emergency rope onboard. I snatched the bandana out of his mouth.

"How could you! I trusted you!" I growled.

"Baby in our business you can never trust anybody." His eyes piercing eyes lighting up with coldness and evil as he looked at me.

"Don't give me that! We were partners, co-stars, Hollywood best friends! Our business is bullcrap and you and I know it! And now to see you're a double agent!" I fumed. The gang were now starting to realize the situation of him being the 'bad guy'.

"Who sent you!" I screamed at him.

"You don't think I'm going to give up this easily do you babe?" He sweet talked. Zach got up from his seat and stood next to me glaring at Taylor. I did a special A.A.I.D move where you kicked the other side of the person's leg in a certain way. Since we are trained for mega flexibility his leg shot up and he kicked himself in the face as the ropes got loose and he fell. Not only does you face burn like h-e- double hockey sticks but you pull almost every muscle in your leg. He crumpled to the ground in pain and covering his bleeding nose and his cut lip that was oozing blood out.

"Who sent you!" I kicked the same leg and he yelled in pain. I hit him in his sensitive spot that happened on a mission to Hungary. Lets just say fan girls and skiing don't go well for him.

"You know he sent me!" He replied. No it can't be. I put my pain to the side of my mind as I bent down next to him and whispered:

"Tell me what you know, it might just spare your life." I whispered in a deadly voice. He told me in A.A.I.D language. I wanted to scream and cry but I didn't. I got up from the ground keeping my secret away from the gang. We arrived at Gallagher and I dragged him down the plane stairs. He moaned and yelped through the whole thing. I threw him onto the sidewalk and glared at him.

"Cammie?" My mother fragile voice called as she was about to break down and cry. I knew this was going to be hard to explain. I'll probably fudge it just like everything else I say nowadays. It feels awful to lie to the people you love but it's to protect them. Some things spies shouldn't even know and I knew they were going to question me, ah it's good to be home isn't it?

A/N: I know its short but next chapter will be longer!

Quote: "Hollywood is a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss, and fifty cents for your soul."

~Marilyn Monroe