I trudge out of the hospital room, leaving Mr. Solomon sleeping under the influence of drugs.I exit the infirmary; go up the stairs and into the main hall. All along silence is the only thing I hear. The Gallagher Mansion has fallen into its midsummer slumber and it's not long before the alarm goes off, and by then I have to be out of here, I have to leave now.

And fortunately, now seems like the perfect time to leave. Mom is halfway around the world, having left just after making sure would survive. Zach is completely trusting of my word and Mr. Solomon is in no shape to pull off a James Bond. Now is the time to get it right or else I place everything in peril; My family, my friends, my sisterhood, and least of all, my life. I make my way to my suite and lock myself in. My mind is made up. I have some packing to do.

In no time I have everything I'll need laid out in our bathroom vanity. I'm carrying with me is what a normal teenage girl would pack for a week at summer camp plus what a normal spy-in-training would pack for an undisclosed mission.

I have 6 simple changes, the pants and shirts all reversible. Three pairs of shoes, all of them serve more than the common functionality (plus nearly 2 thousand dollars within each sole).

My makeup bag is bursting with foundation in every color, lipsticks that are for everything but adding color to my lips (my favorite being mom's patented three-shot pistol). Boxes of hair dye and napotine patches take up a large amount of my luggage, and there's a small bag full of contact lenses in every eye color (plus several with nocturne vision).

I carefully hide the passports I have secretly forged inside my folded clothes. I tuck the emergency food packs in, too. In the satchel across my body, I carry snacks, a nail clipper and polish (of course-for emergency makeovers), my notebook (though that's not coming with me), Liz's prototype ultra-slick laptop, and the keys to her van; the van that's taking me out of here.

I sigh, feeling the weight of the high treason I'll commit tonight. Using Liz, though indirectly, is stooping to an all-time low. But she'll forgive me, as I'm certain everyone else will, and that only makes me feel worse. Bex, Liz and Macey will probably have to deal with CIA operatives this summer, and that's the reason why I left them out of this, they are safer that way. As terrible as it is to betray their trust, I have to do this. I have to find answers. I have to discover what happen to dad and I have to run because time is running out.

It's past 1:00 am when I finish packing. The next guarding shift doesn't start until 5, and the guard team has been so careless as to fall into routine. They'll drink tea at 3, and by 3:05 I'll be slipping through the gates, out unto the adjacent garage, and out of here, but in the mean time I have things to do.

It takes time, but finally I'm able to smuggle my luggage into the Pigeon Room without being noticed. I take time in hiding my luggage, just in case someone barges in. I turn to the board. I notice the words of my father's code and know it's up to me to bring his story to an end. I take a seat in the overturned crate where not so long ago I was trying to piece together this puzzle. So much has changed since then, but somehow life always manages to come back to full cycle. Soon I'll be on the run, and now it'll be Mr. Solomon who will puzzle over me, my motives, my whereabouts.

I pull out my Covert Operations Report, and set to write my last letter. The words from his letter come back to me. The pain of reading them for the first time reappears as I write mine to him. Every 'I' I dot and sentence I end tells me that he doesn't deserve this, but I can't think of it now, I can't let anything stop me now. 'It's better than a letter of permission to disconnect his life support.' A voice in my mind tells me, but rather than comfort me, it makes me cringe, and the fact that I'm thinking of whether that would have been easier bothers me. I quickly finish the letter and tear the page off. I place the notebook down on the crate, and place the letter on top.

I move to the board and slowly erase the runes he wrote and replace it with my last apology. I get my luggage, turn to the door, and turn off the lights, hoping that when it becomes obvious I'm not in the mansion; this will be the first place Mr. Solomon will come to look for clues.

Tonight starts the guessing game for us all. I'll be guessing where to start and where to look, the ones I leave behind will be guessing about my whereabouts, while the Circle tries to decipher my next move. As long as I keep it running smooth, no one will guess correctly. After all, I'm Cammie 'TheChameleon' Morgan, my father's daugther.