Suddenly, the door opened with a crash, the light causing us to whip our heads up and gasp in shock.

Cammie's POV

And standing there, letting my eyes adjust to the sunlight, I saw Joe Solomon.

Oh. Did I mention he was my godfather?

"Joe!" I exclaimed. I ran up and hugged him.

"I am mad at you." He said, holding me tight.

"Good way of showing it too, Joey." I laughed. He let me go and looked at my friends.

"Now. What, exactly, do you think you are all doing?" He looked at us with his piercing grey eyes, eyebrow cocked.

"Taking down the Circle?" Liz and the others woke up, and we were looking up at him with our best innocent faces on. Our green, blue, hazel, and brown eyes were wide, heads cocked to the side a little, sweet smiles tugging at our lips.

"By yourselves?" he scoffed. He seemed to soften at our faces, though, and stepped inside the closet, closing the door behind him.

"Listen to me. You are spies in training. Hence the word: TRAINING. You all could've been killed!"

"We're better than you think we are, Mr. Solomon." Bex said.

"Oh, you guys are the best of my best. You all make an extraordinary team. And that's why -"

"And that's why you're going to take us back to Gallagher so we can become even better." I rolled my eyes, finishing his sentence for him, disappointment making my stomach churn.

"No. And that's why I'm going to...dear lord, I can't believe I'm saying this...I'm going to let you continue your mission."

"What?" Macey and I asked in disbelief, mouths open.

He nodded once.

"Thank you, Joe! This really does mean a lot to us. We...we can do this. We're strong," I said.

"You are strong. All of you. And that's why I trust you to protect and love each other - you guys are a family. Never forget that. But I am telling your mother where you are. Here." He took out eight cell phones.

"These are untrackable. Take them. Brace yourself, Cam. Your mom is going to explode when I tell her, and you'll be getting calls nonstop." He smirked.

I blinked, and he was gone. We pocketed our cell phones, then the bell rang for class.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful.

We got home. Zach got another phone call from one of his so-called 'sources', and off we were.

We had never went to the dance because it was cancelled - apparently, one of the more important Circle agents couldn't be there, so it was postponed.

We got to an average-looking business building. We got in and Zach was told to tell the desk clerk "ChameleonMeeting." Yea. Original, isn't it? Note the sarcasm.

"18th floor, third door to the left." He told him. So we rode the elevator up to the 18th floor, and we ended up in a long hallway.

"Well, now what? We can't just barge in there without seeing how many people are in there. We could be really outnumbered." Grant stated. I looked up.

"Air duct." I stated. Zach boosted me up, and I reached down to pulled him up. Eventually all eight of us were up there, crammed inside a tiny, hot space.

"I can't breathe," Macey groaned.

"Me neither," I crawled to the nearest opening and greedily sucked in the cool air.

"There seems to be about 35 people in there," Jonas whispered, looking down.

"Weapons?" Tristan asked.

I saw one of them twitch and touch their leg, where a bump was showing through their jeans.

"Weapons." I confirmed.

"When?" Bex asked, ready for a fight.

"Soon. Let's hear what they're saying first. It is called the CHAMELEONmeeting." Liz said, eyeing me. Everyone nodded.

"I say that we get rid of her friends first. They are the only reason she is alive. She wouldn't stand a chance alone." One man said.

"But what if her friends are valuable? We can get the girl, and they'll be sure to follow!" A woman piped up.

"But what would her friends be even valuable for?" Another woman rolled her eyes. I was tired of this.

"This is useless. Let's go."