Authors Note: I'm trying to update every week from now on but I went to see Les Mis last weekend (Meh) and didn't have time after homework to try and write. Plus my social life has been totally hectic lately so I AM IN A RAGE! which is actually okay for writing the character I am so here's the chapter! :D

You know how I said there would be Zammie in this chapter? Well it is but it's very...symbolic? sentimental? I don't know...It's not as obvious as most people's Zammie chapters but I see it as Zammie for this really messed up story so bear that in mind my fellow fangilrs ;P...Wasn't that a let down :)

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Chapter. 9 - Roseville.

Solomon rambled on about something or other. Although to most he wasn't rambling, it seemed like the teachings of a spying God. Cam couldn't decide which annoyed her more, she just pretended she was listening as intently as the others were. Meanwhile her mind was buzzing with the recent updates in her options for an escape. The drive wasn't long and yet the longer she sat the more her head went into overload.

That town for better or for worse would be jam packed with security, bloody CIA operatives, camera's, Gallagher girls and most likely a heck loads of booby traps. If Cam was going to use this opportunity to escape it would have to involve some of the best spy work she had ever done. In some ways she wanted to laugh over the irony, only a few months beforehand she had been frustrated with being enclosed in a mountain and longed for any form of spy work. Now she sat in her own dilemma being taught spy things and the thing she wanted more than anything was to be back with the Circle of Cavan.

"Even the best of spies can't always blend," Solomon lectured. "When a crowded street isn't quiet busy enough, or an empty room isn't as deserted as you need it. In these situations we are left with one option," He looked at each student in turn, expression not changing even as his eyes found Cammie, who was looking at him like he was the biggest idiot to have walked the earth.

"Scene or be seen, Ladies. Scene or be seen." The van bustled and came to a stop. The door swung open and Solomon looked out like he had given enough information for the class to get what the aim of today's lesson was all about.

Baxter hoped out of the car completely ready for the challenge that she didn't quiet understand yet and the others followed behind her. Cam looked at Solomon who completely ignored her as he fiddled with some wires and machinery in the back of his van, so she rolled her eyes and jumped out with her new classmates.

The girls spread out and to the crowd around them the way they gathered around expensive shop windows and looked at the children of their age, presented them exactly as the board heiresses they expected them to be. Anna was tieing her shoe laces by a burger bar in the square and Cam was one of the few who noticed her leave the first message for the dead letter drop as she did.

"Nice work ." Solomon's voice echoed through Cammie's ear and she cursed herself. "Ms. Walters, how many windows are open on the buildings behind you?" Tina answered immediately and Cam tried to think. She needed to get rid of the comms unit jammed in her ear without drawing attention to herself and for a long while she was stumped.

"Ms. Morgan, there's a car down the alley to your right, what was it's number plate?"

"BG92 SML." She answered automatically and she was a little surprised at herself. Not that she had remembered the numbers but that she had been so willing to accept the challenge.

Gallagher girls worked the dead letter drop. Then added a second and a third and a fourth to the towns little square, All as Solomon fired questions in their ears. Baxter was the first to notice the problem, then slowly as the others made more and more stupid excuses to replace the notes they had been working with they all noticed they were out of luck. Cameron, of course, hadn't been trying with any of the lessons catastrophes, she had been trying to find a reasonable reason for her to lose a camera and comms unit she was seriously regretting taking without ruining her chance of escape or leaving the chance of tracking her.

But then Solomon's words came back to her and she understood the whole point of the stupid little field trip. Scene or be seen, She took the umbrella from behind the back of the businessman expecting rain without anybody noticing and strolled to the nearest fire hydrant. As she walked she swung the umbrella, like a girl too big for her own shoes and her suprising strength when the umbrella hit the hydrant sent bolts flying and water exploding upwards and everywhere.

She was drenched and the crackle that came in her ear was painful to say the least. But the beginning of her classmates gratitude and understanding was drowned out and she knew the comms was out. She threw it to the ground and disappeared around a street corner before anyone missed her. She covered the camera until it was around a rather confused looking tramps neck and his hat successfully hid her hair, making her slightly more masculine.

It wasn't a dark street or alley. But Cam walked until she felt comfortably away from the square. She smirked but then stopped dead in her tracks. A tall boy with wavy brown hair stood a little down the road with a can of fizzy pop beside some pharmacy. Cam could feel her pulse race, she would know the back of that head anywhere,and so she didn't think when she shouted the name of the boy she had last left on a gym room boy who was now her sign of hope. The proof the Circle had come to save her.

"Martin!" She yelled. He didn't turn. She ran towards him and called louder.

"Martin!" The boy turned at the last minute and was taken aback by the unsuspected stranger who looked fairly homeless in her drenched clothing and tattered old hat.

"Who the hell are you?!" The boy questioned, immediately stepping away when Cam let go and beamed up at him. Her face fell and she too, took a step back in embarrassment and the apparent waste of time she had gotten herself into. But the boy was the spitting image of Martin, and not even in a 'celebrity-look-alike' way. They were...Identical; So she didn't turn to leave straight away.

"Sorry...I - I thought you were someone else." She said and he looked at her like she had just spoken in some new fangled language so Cameron stood her ground and hoped she hadn't.

"You called me Martin." He said and Cam stopped being embarrassed and replaced it with the feeling of being around idiots that she had been getting a lot during her time with enemy. Way to point out the obvious she thought, exasperated. But then another thought crossed her mind and she wondered if this was Martin, but just didn't recognise her in her current get up. But if it was Martin, or would be, He knew her better than anyone and would be able to see past something as simple as an old tramps hat.

"Do you know a Martin?" She questioned slightly reproachfully, anybody that could lead her home was on the 'question before kick' list but the two of them both saw each other as either crazy or stupid so Cam was quick to be done with him.

"My brother was called Martin." He said and glanced around as if checking for eavesdroppers. Cammie's could feel her heart pound against her chest as the words settled in.

"Brother?" she asked breathlessly and the boy looked around again, shoving his hands in his pocket.

"Er...Yeah...Look, do you want to talk about this inside...and maybe get you a new sweater?" He opened the door to the pharmacy and Cammie peaked in. This guy could either be Martin in seriously deep cover or a legitimate brother of the boy Cam had been sure she knew everything about. Plus he was offering her another layer, one that could come in handy when running away from the CIA after what she hoped would be a quick conversation. So she stepped forward with no good reason to stand back.

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"You mistook me for someone you know as Martin?" The boy clarified as he leaned against a corner and gave Cam an over sized pink sweater and she rolled her eyes.

"I thought we had established that." She commented and the boy gave her a look short of a glare.

"Alright, calm it...This is delicate. My name is Josh by the way." He explained, Cam sighed like she didn't have time for delicacy but held out her hand for him to shake none the less.

"Suzie," She clarified, automatically giving a fake name. "You look like Martin."

"Well I would," He said giving her hand a short shake and small smile that he lost almost instantly. "That's if we're talking about the same Martin...but I don't see how we would be." He moved around the counter and got a tub of mint choc chip and two spoons from under a shelf."My Martin's dead." he explained avoiding her gaze.

He offered her a spoon that she eyed reproachfully. What if this was all a trap? Her parents wanted her to find the boy so they could poison her; Death by mint and chocolate. But when he took a bite she caved in. They didn't know about Martin, they couldn't, their were no files to his name and even if they did where would they find a look alike? His name. The thought tugged at the back of her mind and her eyes flicked automatically to the sign proudly stating she was in the Abrams pharmacy. Plus if she lasted another day without food she'd collapse.

"My Martin's alive." She remarked pointlessly and Cam could see Josh try to refrain from rolling his eyes.

"But he looks like me?" He asked instead.

"Terrifyingly so." Cameron answered sounding fairly business like. The two had friction between them and it was evident. But in Cammie's world an Allie was an Allie and an Allie Josh was.

"Okay...I had a brother, a twin brother...But he died when I was born.I obvioulsy don't remember him. We don't talk about it and I've never told anyone...not even Dillian or Dee Dee." He said like Cam should know who those people were, Cam gave him a look and he shook his head when he realised he sounded crazy too.

"So you think my Martin is your Martin?" Cammie asked, terrified of the prospect. This guys story was scarily possible;They were identical, down to the last freckle. But why hadn't he told her if it was? He had been abandoned by his parents too. That had been something they shared so why would he lie about it? Unless he didn't know...No! Cammie pushed the thought far out of her mind. Because If she thought the circle had lied to Martin her mind would drift to other possibilities that she would never come to accept.

"It's impossible. But either your crazy or this is a dream because nobody knows the name of my brother."

"This isn't a dream." Cam clarified wanting him to hurry up with all he knew. But apparently he was out, because he put down the tub of ice cream they had been passing between them and walked to a back door.

"I better go get Mom and Dad." And he disappeared around the back of the shop. Cam sat for a few seconds. Through the window a man on a bike circled the street and glanced in every now and then. Solomon had alerted him monkey's of the student disappearance and one was yet to realise the tramp in the pharmacy was the girl they were looking for her.

Cameron dived behind a hat stand and swapped her tattered black hat for a blood red soccer cap and she took a black hoodie from a nearby chair she assumed wasn't for sale but wore anyway. She couldn't walk out the front door. People could recognize her that way. So she stole from the cash register (She told herself it was for gas.) and hid in the toilets that stood behind a counter.

She was alone and she probably only had another three minutes before Josh came back with his parents. Five at most. So she didn't think twice when she climbed on the sink and scrambled through the window at the top of the room. Leaving a confused Abrams family behind wondering where the girl who might know their dead son went without any of them hearing the bell.

She gathered a few stones from the closed of alley she had found herself in and tried quickly to get her bearing of the American town she had never stepped foot in before.

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Cammie followed roads she didn't know where they led to. Tried to stick to the thinnest alleyways and got stuck once in a particularly small one which was stupidly filled with crash cans. She back tracked and took random turnings. She chucked stones at hidden cameras and knocked out three undercover operatives trying to catch her out.

She was far from any shops and Gallagher girls when she came to the end of a coldersack. Yet the sound of rushing cars was heard in a completely empty street. Granted she hadn't found the most direct route out but out it led; So she clambered past the tree's that blocked the view of the highway, careful not to snag her cloths on the branches and taking a deep breath of the car polluted air.

That hadn't exactly been easy, but she was a little disappointed she had escaped without a high adrenaline run in. She had escaped the same town a spy school lay in, the same town Joe Solomon had been in. She knew she had to stop being disappointed with that man. But her bed time stories had been of the stunts he'd pulled and now Cam was left no longer believing in any of them.

She removed the red hat and strutted up the patch of grass that ran by the highway. She didn't know where to go from here or how to get there but she'd find away back to Catherine, then question Martin on the Abrams family and get a life with the circle, doing the things she did in the control rooms but in real life. Like she'd always wanted. Like she'd always wanted...She stopped, she'd wanted a covert life, longed to get out of the mundane tasks of the control rooms. But they would be no difference besides the real lives she would be ridding the world of.

She had never asked why they did what they did, always assuming they'd tell her when she was old enough. Like they said they would introduce her to her idol when she was old enough and never did. At the Gallagher Academy their was purpose, sure she still hated the people who roamed it's halls but there was purpose. Which was more than she had ever had at the Circle. And now she was clear to go faced with an overwhelming urge to turn back.

Alas, that wasn't why she stopped. Cameron Morgan never did anything based on urges, she always did everything from the facts and the facts were that the Circle was good and the Gallagher Academy was bad. She stopped because she felt someone behind her.

"I hope you've still got that hat. I paid good money for it." Her blood boiled at the voice but she turned to face him anyway.

"Goode." She wanted to spit the word out, he had tainted it, It had become no better than Morgan and Cammie hated him for taking that from her. She watched him smudge the make up he had plastered over his face and threw down the wig Cam had last seen on the tramp she had given the camera on the cross too. The camera that Zach threw down with the rest of his descise.

"Don't like the name so much now I see." He commented dryly and they stood apart by a few feet and stared at each other like all pretence was gone for good.

"If you're here to try and convince me to stay don't waste your breath." She stated before she heard it.

"No...I'm not here to try and get you to stay. I'm here to tell you to go." He looked her straight in the eye when she said it, but something was held back like he was avoiding her gaze.

"Ask anyone, reverse psychology never works on me." Cam said like she was already board of him.

"I never use reverse psychology, it's for amateurs." Zach insisted shoving his hands in his pockets like he was bored too.

"So you came all this way just to bid me farewell, sweet." Cammie snapped but Zach shook his head and glanced away like she would never understand.

"I came to remind you the Circle doesn't want you." He explained like it was that obvious.

"Don't be such an idiot. You're just jealous...jealous that your mother doesn't give to shits about you but loves me." She retorted, but she said it as if telling herself at the same time. Zach gave a small, slightly mocking laugh and remarked,

"Do you have any idea how pathetic that makes you sound?...You were good back there by the way, I'm pretty sure Joe lost you at one point." He leant against a tree like he had all day and Cam glanced around as if a squad of CIA agents were going to zoom down on her.

"He's lost me now." Cam pointed out, folding her arms but Zach waved a dismissive hand and looked at the stone he was turning in his hand as he said,

"I don't know what he's doing but Joe Solomon never lets anything or anyone get away from him."

"Why does everyone think he's this great spy when a teenage girl can get past him. and twenty other operatives?" Cam demanded rolling her eyes.

"I'm pretty sure theirs a reason for this...but you used to think he was great just like the rest of us, just like he is." He pointed out and threw the stone into the road before a car whizzed past.

"That was before I met him." Cam explained and she sounded genuinely disappointed. Zach rolled his eyes and for a moment they stood and Cam had just decided to go on and leave when she stopped herself by saying,

"Come with me."

"What?..."

"What?!" Cam jumped like someone else had just butted into an embarrassing conversation. She didn't want him with her, He'd probably be the worst person to have a road trip with even if she didn't hate him.

"You used to be part of the Circle, your families there...But then they took you away like they took me but somehow managed to get to you and make you side with them. Come with me, we can get you back." The words left her mouth and she didn't know where they came from, they were just there.

"You sound like you belong to a cult." He quipped standing up straight again.

"You're enjoying this to much." Cam said exasperated and rolled her eyes. With Martin their banter had been fun, maybe flirtatious but with Zach everything was down right annoying.

"So are you." Zach countered putting his hands in his pocket again. More silence then Zach gave a short laugh.

"I'm flattered, but I'm not going with you. By the way, they didn't take me I make all my own decisions."

"Fine you go stay on the side of that lovey dovey pretendence of a family and I'll go do some real spy work." Cam said stepping away more than happy with his answer. He called out and stopped her again.

"I don't have a side!" Cammie turned back and glared but her opponents face was filled with a new emotion as he carried on, "You're right...that place is like a fake family but I'm not part of it. I work with them and that's it. Nobody wants me." The words seemed like he was saying he was an abandened kitten but he sounded almost...angry? Cam couldn't tell, she just carried on glaring as he spoke.

"I'm the cocky -assasin-ass-whole-kid that brings nothing but nuisance to that school. I'm the bad influence. The son of a terrorist because - newsflash Cammie! that's what you are!" For the first time since coming to Virginia Cam didn't correct him, she just listened and tried to make sense of his words.

"With the Gallagher Academy I have people doing good. Doing the right thing, but most don't want me around! With the Circle I have a real family that drives me crazy. The people I have to fight if I want to do good in our messed up world!...So here I am...Stuck in the middle with you." He spat the last words out and he got angrier as he spoke. Like it had all been building up for years and he was just waiting for someone who didn't care to listen.

Cam clenched her jaw and glanced away like his words poisoned her. He nodded grimly and stared her darkly in the eye.

"I know," He said and his voice was scratchy. "Doesn't look to good from where I'm standing either." More silence and they did nothing but stare at each other.

"So that's why I'm here." He continued. "Because you don't get any of that. Because the Circle thinks for you. Because no matter how much love the people back there show you, you wont ever believe it. Because you can't come to terms with the fact that the Circle doesn't want you. That your parents never stopped looking for you because they love you and now they've got you back the Circle isn't looking because they don't care. Where are they, Cam? I'm telling you to go because I don't care if you're a Cammie or a Catherine anymore!...Because the middle feels better on my own."

Neither had gotten any closer from the few feet that lay between them. As if, if the other got any closer the world would shatter and the end would come; Like that space would always be there even if they didn't want it to be. Which is why Cam didn't answer. She didn't say or do anything else but cut him a final glare, because she needed to believe he was wrong; She stepped away slowly until she turned and picked up the pace. Never looking back.

Wooh! Wooh! Party Chapter on the Web tonight! Get in! YEAH!...Okay celebrations over and done with tell me what you think! Cammie got out pretty easy don't you think?...hmm... Martin could be Josh's 'dead' twin brother could he?...hmm...Another big Zammie fight was it?...hmm... REVIEW! :D