Cammie's POV

Zach led me into the taxi and I had sat down on the right side, careful not to cut my thighs with the knives hidden there. I shifted my mask so the feather would stop tickling my ear.

"Where's it's going to be at?" I asked Zach.

He looked at me through his eye-holes. "4738 Luna Avenue. It's in a big ballroom."

We arrived, and I was surprised at how many people Zach's mother had invited. There were at least 100 people there...women in beautiful, long flowing dresses and men in black tuxedos and suits. We stepped outside and Zach presented his golden invitation, and the security guard let us through. There was already an orchestra playing, so Zach and I started dancing, just to blend in. I looked up and he was smirking down at me. My leg, which held the Napotine Patches, twitched.

"Would you stop smirking? It'll blow our cover."

"How would smirking blow our cover?"

"Because you, you know, the REAL you, are always, always, ALWAYS smirking. And everybody knows it. So just smile like a NORMAL PERSON." I gasped, having said all that in the same breath.

He didn't answer, the smirk still in place.

After about an hour of dancing and eating, Zach's mom called attention to the room. I stiffened, and Zach wrapped a protective arm around my waist.

"ATTENTION! ATTENTION! The meeting will be held in the room upstairs! You have five minutes to change and get in your seats!" And with that, she walked up the stairs and disappeared into a room with a thick wooden door. Zach and I looked at each other.

We never brought anything to change into! We snuck upstairs to see if there was any other way into the meeting room. There wasn't. Suddenly, Zach pulled me into the dark hallway, and I was about to protest until I saw his mom flaunt out of the room, walking back down the stairs. No one else was in there – they were all changing into more comfortable clothes.

We snuck inside and saw that the room was a ballet studio – with mirrors on every side. I looked in and saw that they were the kinds of mirrors where if you were inside, you could see out, but they couldn't see in.

"Perfect!" I squealed, and pulled Zach in with me. It was dark and the air was stuffy, but we'll take what we could get. We didn't sit down – we stood in case someone opened up the sliding mirrors.

Pretty soon, the meeting started. Zach was holding my hand, and his grip tightened when his mother walked back into the room.

"Thank you, everybody, for being here. This meeting has now started – and nothing may be repeated once you are out of this building. Do you understand?"

Everybody sitting around the table – young, old, ugly, pretty - nodded.

"As you all know, our goal is to capture this girl." she pulled out a picture from her wallet and smacked it on the table. I couldn't see the picture. "This girl, Cameron Morgan, is our target." I froze. I already knew, of course, but watching it come out of this woman's mouth was somehow more terrifying than being a kidnapping victim already was.

"She has the information we need. Get her at any cost. We want her back ALIVE, so you may not kill her. You may injure her, but no fatal injuries, or there will be consequences."

Her voice turned cold while she spoke this sentence – no sympathy or emotion at all.

"I have some weapons you may use in here." she pointed to the closet Zach and I were hiding in. My eyes widened and I looked at Zach. He looked alarmed, too. His mother was getting closer and closer, getting ready to open the mirror, and right when her fingers were touching the glass, Zach slid open the door on the other side and pulled me along to the door. I heard shouts: "GET HER! GET THAT GIRL!" Crap. Apparently, my red hair wasn't doing such a good job disguising me...

We unhooked our fingers and turned around. There were at least 20 of them – we could take them. ….Right? No time for thinking, Cammie, just GO! I leaped on a very tall man's back, but regretted it when he bashed me into a wall. I gasped and dug my nails into his neck. I grabbed a Napotine Patch and slapped it on his face. As he fell to the floor, I turned around and did a round-house kick with my heel, and nailed a poor woman in the neck. I put a patch on her, just in case. Zach had already defeated 4 people – all laying on the floor, unconscious. I did a flip off the wall and kicked a man in the stomach. Then I turned around and socked someone in the neck, not hard enough to kill the person, but still, hard enough that I could already see a bruise forming on the tender skin.

Someone grabbed me from behind, and they picked me up and started dragging me backwards. I screamed and kicked, but this guy was STRONG. Zach saw me getting dragged away and he was next to us in an instant, pulling me back and kicking the guy in the face. The impact was so strong that he flew into a wall and was knocked unconscious. Suddenly, Zach's arms went limp around me and he fell to the floor.

"ZACH!" I screamed and knelt by his unconscious body. Suddenly, someone grabbed me, AGAIN, around the waist and dragged me back, away from Zach. I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and blacked out.