Well, well, well, here we are readdressing what is becoming the age old question of which lovely Gallagher Girls character has Unicorn of Castiel turned evil next? I'm looking at you HT188, that's right, I know who you are...not personally actually. But in response to the worry over Joe having a knife to Abby's throat...well...it's pretty much summed up in the first paragraph, but read on my friends because that very same age old question is refuelled once again a little after that! MUAHAHAHAHA!

Prepare yourselves though, it's a long chapter, and that's why it took so long to update. It's also very late and this chapter is very long and for reasons at the authors note at the end of this I'm gonna have trouble dealing with being a bad updater for a couple of days but I also haven't had the chance to check over this chapter but I will get around to it eventually so I apologise.

Chapter. 19 – The truth can set you free.

"She made a bit of a mess of the place." Joe Solomon remarked indifferently, sinking back to how the circle knew him and nodding slightly towards the bodies behind him that Catherine had raised her eyebrows at disappointedly. Abby fought against the arms that held her unnaturally forcefully and in such a way that made it impossible to budge from, even as her husband pulled her head back with her hair so her neck was open for the knife that he held there, he was so going to pay for this.

"I can tell." Catherine replied testily, and then continued rather frankly and as business like as being surrounded by bodies and holding someone hostage was to the two of them. "Couldn't have stopped her before she got rid of all of them could you? We could use the help."

"Well, there not all dead." Joe pointed out like she was being idiotic although he could still feel Abby fuming where he held her back but he had to come across as convincing so he wasn't so sure as to what she was so angry about, although maybe this qualified as a something stupid that she had been trying to get him not to do, not that he was letting his concentration think about that conversation so he just tightened his hold on her when she shuffled fiercely against him again.

"Joe!" Abby hissed lividly through her teeth, not having to put too much effort in the anger of the name her fight only being spurred more when Catherine laughed at her.

"Is it fun when they find out?" Catherine questioned taking on a more casual tone as she folded her arms and shifted her weight that Joe rolled his eyes at as Abby widened hers, setting her jaw as she did so.

"I'm not getting anything special from it. I think, though, now is a time to focus on the matter at hand, Catherine." Mr Solomon supplied with only the slightest hint of impatience edging into his expression, but nothing else.

"Joe, please..." Abby stifled as if she couldn't breathe against the knife, which in honesty wasn't easy in truth but she figured it was her part to stand there and pretend this was a different kind of ridiculously horrific situation for her to be in. She let her anger at Catherine be seen anyway as she actually laughed at her.

"Well very little will matter if you succeeded with the girl." Catherine pointed out as if Joe was being a fool but the only reassurance Catherine got didn't exist as he furrowed his eyebrows a little.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He announced blatantly and Catherine mirrored his confusion as she stood a little straighter and unfolded her arms again.

"We contacted you, Joe, Cameron Morgan should be dead we can't let them have her." Catherine snapped letting her anger rile up as she glared at Abby.

"I didn't get any orders." Joe snapped back and Abby found herself becoming a little too used to this situation to be annoyed over anything other than being held unyieldingly as two damn circle agents casually discussing "dealing with" someone who was most likely her niece, it was especially frustrating when the circle agent holding you back was the man you had married.

"A good thing too." The voice that rang across the large wooden covered room was dully frank and clearly British, one that all three of them recognised instantly, not that either Solomon would have expected Catherine to. Townsend wasn't armed, nor did he even seem prepared for a fight as he joined Catherine in the threshold with his hands in his pockets leaving Joe with a desire to smirk over the fact that he was avoiding letting his tell tale thumb sign of lying that he had pointed out even if he was surprised and confused for a split second at Townsend's behaviour despite doing nothing to show it, without any denial to get in the way of common sense Joe got to a logical conclusion fairly quickly.

"I flooded the place she was completely locked in; the Gallagher Academy has good security even if it lacks other virtues, tell you the truth I don't know why you're making such a big deal over it, surely the circle has higher priorities." Townsend remarked rather tiredly. Catherine focused her smirk on him rather proudly; Abby glared at him, Joe just stared between them as blankly as he'd been conversing with Catherine.

"She became a sore spot, we couldn't risk her around them," Catherine looked at Abby as if she were a fly that needed swatting again and she grunted against the knife she was still being held against as if she were exasperated. "From what we've gathered the walls we built within her were already beginning to crack, that was a threat. Well done Eddy, dear, I wasn't even aware you were still with us."

"Well I didn't die." Townsend remarked over her choice of words. The Solomon's remained at the side as if they were secondary to the conference now and although Joe was as indifferent to that treatment as he was to having endured his role in the conversation, Abby was becoming increasingly frustrated with being the one who had landed with the cover of being too emotionally shocked right now to be a professional spy. Since the arrival of Townsend, however, all she had to do was focus on the relief of not having to act like that wasn't messing with her head; Townsend hated the circle, so he couldn't have killed Cammie.

"I think you underestimate the threat she held to the secret service though, it was more beneficial to them than it was to the circle considering how dedicated she was to you...I mean I didn't notice any cracks, I just figured considering I could hack Solomon's orders from what I learnt through that time that you're remembering as when I was "still with you"" Townsend finally took his hands from his pockets then, purely to put an air quote over what he was mimicking Catherine of. Catherine had a face like stone now, and it was fair to say that all of them were at least a little confused but the red head pierced her lips and kept herself collect as she asked;

"Where exactly do your loyalties lay, Townsend?" It was carefully spoken and you wouldn't have been able to observe a single relevant thing from it even if you were the best of spies, save for the digging look she held for her impatience. Townsend just shrugged.

"Same as Solomon's, I guess you could say; no matter how much that makes me gag." He confirmed in a dead beat but smoothly brought himself behind Catherine and quickly trapped her into a similar stance as Joe held Abby, and with a chink of something Townsend brought his own knife to Catherine's throat who grunted and furrowed her brow over to the two and saw them like a mirror as she considered Townsend's next question with his breath against her ear and his eyes digging across to Solomon's. "So what can you presume from that?"

"Are you going to explain the mechanics of the circles best weapon at any point or are you really sticking to the hope we'd put up with blind faith towards you?" Macey prompted as the four of them walked along something that was surely a ventilation shaft given its width, height and sound of hollowness as they crept along it, but there had been an easy opening onto it as if it was a path regularly trekked. Macey had been taking advantage of Martin's attempt to keep their reservations in him enough to help Cammie to try and understand what she'd been through with the thing they were apparently trying to save Cameron Morgan from.

"The dad's of Cam and the windup toy here have done a pretty good job in dismantling the foundation of our little society get up here, but what's fallen down from under it and crumbled still exists, no matter how broken it is, and it makes the rubble more adamant to be rebuilt, so therefore the ashes of the foundation are the strongest thing we have. Is that technical enough for you?" Martin explained as best as he could honestly explain what Winters was to the Circle of Cavan.

"That was so profound I think it brought a tear to my eye." Krissy hissed from where she brought up the rear of the group, it might have been irrelevant and unprofessional but she wasn't going to bother with that if this circle was going to be so petty as to call her names.

"Were you telling us that there's another circle leader left somewhere in that riddle?" Macey asked sounding interested completely for the information the others behind her had prioritised but she still kept trying not to slip off the walkway that the circle had created for themselves due to her butterflies over the something of a childhood friend that had just almost succeeded in killing her.

Martin stopped where the shaft disappeared into a rock that wasn't particularly lower down that the metal had started at, meaning that they were still fairly hunched over when Martin jumped down to it, the others carefully proceeding after him. He considered the question for a moment, which unfortunately gave away his hesitation on giving information over the subject and yet in honesty he was caught off guard as so because he really didn't know if that was the best description as to what the topic at hand was.

"Not quite, no." He didn't tell them that he was the closest thing they had to that nor did he tell them that they should be prioritising dealing with Preston if he wanted to take them down, because he found himself oddly incapable of doing so. He did however, because the fact was pressing down on him repeat how terrified he was for Cammie's first meeting with yet another detail she had been neglected to be informed of. "They're the most dangerous person we have though, so to avoid detection and to stop them causing any harm to our mutual interest it would be a good idea to stop talking about them and to get a move on." There he went again, not even referring to him with a gender. Damage he'd have to deal with another time if the circle kept him alive long enough to decide whether he wanted to or not.

The Gallagher girls shared a look again, following him on a climb down the wall of rock to the base of the first lighted room they'd found that they had just been scaling above, but they quickly moved through a wooden door into a once more darker corridor, save for the light at the end of it. Not to mention their best spying instincts kept reminding him that Martin was the only one holding a firearm to attention, which whether they would have needed one or not, was certainly a prominent disadvantage. Nearing the end of the corridor, Martin halted and swung back round from where he had almost turned the corner into the light, his expression almost apprehensive.

"Just a little snag." He remarked and all three Gallagher Girls expressions turned even more resound into stone.

"What?" Bex hissed, eyes alarmingly wide but Martin didn't look too worried.

"There's just a few members of the circle down there but it's nothing to worry about; I mean, I can't be seen with you, no not at all, but they'll take you as hostages to where we need to go...and I can work from there." He explained arrogantly with a cold smile as he attempted to shuffle to the side, although Bex was the first to not waste any time in attacking him. Much as earlier, though, it seemed almost effortless for Martin to dodge her advantages.

"How many are down there?" Bex tried again with a hiss, as Martin dealt with more attacks from Macey and Krissy, swiftly so as he reversed towards a door that stood ominously in the shadows.

"Sorry guys, see you later." The door slammed and Macey kicked into it as Macey pulled at the handle that wasn't opening after him. Consequently making a racket of a noise that brought the promised circle member around to face them.

"How disappointing." Catherine grunted in between the two strong part of Townsend that kept her rooted. It was unclear as to whether it was in reference to the person who held her or the person opposite who continued to keep his wife captive uncertainly, although he remained to the people around him as impassive as the cover he had picked up required him to be, whether he was sure it needed maintaining or not.

"You killed Cammie?" Abby snapped at the man holding the woman opposite her desperately, because slip ups in her professionalism had become part of her cover and she was desperate for a reply to that question genuinely dug at her focus. There were so many covers around her now that they might as well be having a pillow fight.

"You were all blinded by your bloodline to her, Abigail, you underestimated her threat; something apparently the Circle didn't do and we can't let them get a head of us...hence..." He gestured with his own knife and Catherine rolled her eyes, looking completely comfortable despite the seemingly agonising position Townsend kept her held in.

"If you're both double agents then I'm glad we got this over with, no matter how desperate the circle may or may not be to maintain its living members." Catherine chimed in to the turned table of the majority group of people on the same side who were now the ones chatting away as if this was their natural conference point.

"I'm not exactly a double agent. My contact with the circle pretty much begins and ends with..." Townsend begin to clarify but Catherine continued to have nothing to do with not being able to dominate whatever she decided was her say in this conversation.

"Nobody cares, Edward!" It was in a swift movement that she broke free of Townsend's grasp without spilling blood, succeeding to the point that she struggled Townsends blade from him, it couldn't necessary be said to seem effortless due to the understanding of how physical strength worked in the field of everyone there. Abby pulled away from Joe's relaxed grasp without a single ounce of effort, more so involved as she tackled down to the floor with her, gaining a throbbing but less fatal gash of a cut to her forehead.

It should have been easy, Catherine was completely outnumbered, and it was easy or would have been easy if another dozen Circle members marched faithfully through another door in the corner of the stretch of wall on their side of the great expanse of hall that was the heart of this place; the seed that broke out in roots of the corridors that brought the members of the Circle entering far too casually for the Solomon's and Townsends position over them to have been expected, and yet they remained without a hint of alarm.

There were ways you could hold someone against you that made it exceedingly difficult to escape, as Townsend had been holding Catherine for example but then there were also ways of holding someone down so even the most extensively trained operative couldn't get out of it without breaking some serious bones, a hold that apparently most of the gathering knew how to execute the move, considering the drones of highly skilled people that came in and stopped with the helpless bodies of Matthew and Rachel Morgan couldn't possible have caught them and gotten them this far if there was any possible way of them getting out of the situation with reasonable ease.

That was the view of the situation Joe was certain on before he could notice the careless yank of the grabs that brought them in and the drool on their faces, he would have had a much better understanding of what he should prepare himself for, although he gained it promptly with what stopped him from reaching any of these conclusions coming in the form of a sharp jab at the neck and rush of cool that disintegrated all of his strength. Another Circle agent had Townsend in the same predicament where he had been standing.

Both operative's muscles fell swiftly into a state of sleep, this was Joe Solomon and Edward Townsend that were being drugged and it had all acted upon them so quickly that they looked like civilians under the damage. Exhaustion scraped through the two of them as Abby continued to hold a fighting Catherine down, a fighting Catherine who happened to have just pulled a syringe from somewhere about her person. The tiredness made Joe angry which fortunately made it easy to slump forward from where some faceless circle agent he may or may not have worked with at some point lazily kept him down but he couldn't even find the strength to swallow, so he dabbled where he'd fallen pointlessly as Abby was inflicted with the same symptoms that were most likely going to get them all killed; letting the rather small dark haired agent drag Abby away from Catherine.

Matt's eyes met Joe's from across the gap between where they were held on either side of Catherine and even that was exhausting. Catherine stood and straightened herself now, brushing down her clothes down with a cough as if simply gathering herself after something as silly as jumping over a trick of the light and not a rather intense tackling from Abigail Solomon. It was something of a suppressed sigh that the two friends shared in that look, which didn't exactly seem worthy but for one; no matter how much the drug had worn of Matt already, they were both too useless to be able to convey much more and two; when you'd spent the most part of the friendship with the person you were looking at chasing something that had just turned around to trip and paralyse you and all the things you'd dragged on strings with you in an attempt to keep safe, there wasn't really much more you could do. They'd failed at the last hurdle all right, and they had tagged the people they loved and Townsend along for that trip.

Catherine seemed to understand the less physical sting of the circles ambush that was impacting them, smirking as she held a finger to her comms, a smirk that grew into a smile as she confirmed what she knew she could taunt them with before she got the right weapons, hopefully it would be a satisfactory enough distraction for any of them to regain substantial strength to the point that this wasn't a rather disappointingly pathetic end to hunting the circle, not that a distraction wouldn't be appreciated although you couldn't exactly rely on circumstances when you were a spy.

"Aren't family reunions always fun at times like this?" The look Rachel glared towards Catherine was an over statement of the phrase a look that could kill. Despite the fact that she wad drooled and the snot that had spilled due to the induced incapability to swallow or sniff, what a day to get a runny nose; Rachel had regained a fair amount of strength since she'd found herself gassed with the same stuff that she'd just watched two of the best spies she'd ever known be injected with but it was none near enough to make any impact on the exhaustion that slugged through her bones. Matt was in much the same predicament however, so he took it in his hands to announce that although they were horrifically weak physically, it would take a lot more for the circle to win mentally.

"Splendid." Catherine only laughed, although her eyes were considering him as on the other far side across the square hall a door unlocked swiftly open – strangely loud for the doors in a HQ of the circle but what the new intruding circle members held more forcefully, suggesting their hostages were undrugged and therefore seen as less as a threat the whole addition excelled the Morgan's, Solomon's and Townsend's chance of death even higher and yet – apart for the acceptation of Townsend, who grunted and almost rolled his eyes, being too incapable to do so properly – the hostages in question were the priority to the others.

"Girls." Rachel hissed but the three Gallagher Girls that had been brought in seemed far too angry to have caught up with the mess up they'd found themselves in. Abby had been "fighting" the woman who stood over her but that mainly consisted of slumping into her but she stopped as she choked on the liquid that had been building in her throat as Joe broke out in a singular unthought-through attempt at escaping before falling compliant again, apart from snapping specifically at one of his students; both of them staring at their own daughter who promptly avoided their eye contact.

"Krissy!"

"So I'm guessing you didn't invite them then?" Catherine prompted devilishly. "Not to matter, it's always a bonus when we get more pressing items to gather information with." The four of them the threat was aimed at were some of the best spies in the country let alone the state but they were also human, which had unfortunately been something that was a repeated downfall for them on that day and yet the parental instinct that kicked in might just be what kept them all a live a little longer and an under estimation from the circle. Not that any of the new fuelled kick to this battle made any difference as another circle member piped up from the door the small herd that had carried Rachel and Matt had come from.

"We're going to torture them though, right? The older ones?" The members of the circle that were left in America were generally content in following under Catherine without bringing themselves to suggest much of their own flare within their missions and dealings because the Circle was in such a state that it was better for its agents with less classification to stay almost indifferent and it was also more reassuring that way but the girl at the door had always been too comfortable to have that effect her, so embedding herself into a cover of it now made Cammie want to choke.

"Cameron! Honey, thank goodness you're safe." It couldn't be ignored that Catherine was an extremely good operative in terms of carrying out a cover, considering Cam didn't know anything that wasn't the one she'd taken up as quickly as she had and yet it wasn't really a skill you could notice about the woman. Cammie just supposed that's why she was so good at it, but the thing about only remembering the cover was that she only remembered what Catherine had taught her, which made Cam just as qualified to mirror the deception they were conversing with, even if it was eating her up for every second she wasn't making her pay.

"We're going to make them pay, right?" Cameron pushed, ignoring Catherine's fake explanation and anything in the general direction of her blood family that were losing to her adoptive one. The words echoing Cammie's genuine chanting questions at the person they were aimed at. She walked towards Catherine without trepidation as she spoke, hands stuffed in her pockets of the overlarge khaki jacket she had taken in a men's size when Catherine had first taken her to look through the circles clothes for her that she'd been wearing since Joe Solomon had kidnapped her, it had always been more comfortable, now Cam was too aware of what had happened before any of her other Circle firsts. She looked just as she always had to the woman who painted herself with a soothing expression as she addressed Cam, not seeing the dozens of Circle members holding the agents captive as much of a pressing situation.

"Of course we are, honey, this is what we've been waiting for." The woman reassured, cupping Cammie's face as she came equal to her and making her want to flinch away. Yeah, don't I know it, Cammie snapped in her head, just not in the way you're pretending. Cam was painfully aware of Catherine's touch on her face, not that she believed she could use the word painfully justifiably anymore. You're the one who hurt me, Cammie thought the bitterness mixing with the sob in her throat but she just had to focus on not having those raging files scream through her eyes and give anything away to Catherine but how would that woman ever over estimate Cammie.

You did this to me, you remade me, you made me what you needed, you could have killed me, but instead you did something worse. Cam glanced over Catherine's shoulder to where Matthew Morgan was kneeling, her father – next to her mother, who had both raised her for over a decade until the Circle had decided to use her as an everlasting weapon over her father's pain. Cammie glared at him, because that's what Catherine expected but the circle music was blasting its way through Cammie's head and pounding down her body and she didn't understand but she had never understood more. The raising Cameron remembered wasn't whatever the Morgan's had given her though, she remembered the one that meant she saw no point in being modest, and what she was doing now as she drowned in music was true strength, so she took that certainty in herself to act as she would have done all those months ago as she looked back at Catherine and the woman she didn't remember as her aunt spoke up.

"She wants to kill you Cammie!" The Circle agent behind Abby promptly hit a shockingly simple blow across the back of her head that shook her dreary head to an even more useless state, initiating a strangled yelp of panic from one of the three captives on the other side of the hall.

"They won't be able to lie to you anymore, honey; we'll take care of them." Catherine reassured, supposedly coming more alert and professional, Cammie smirked; even if the real reason was because so much of what Catherine had ever said, especially what she was reassuring now could be turned around as the end game of Cammie's new drive.

"We can hurt them? Will you let me, have a part in it? Because we should make them like us, make them compliant to the point they become what they hate?" Cammie proffered it rather casually, and remained completely straight faced as Catherine's eyebrows caved in.

"How very imaginative." Catherine remarked carefully, the cringing fluffy adoration she'd given Cameron, slipping from her voice.

"That's what I thought." Cammie smiled proudly, cover almost faltering due to the nauseating headache rolling through the circus music. "Although I didn't even know who you were, I didn't know who I hated before you turned me around on that so would your precious memory manipulations not be able to apply to them?" Catherine's face was dead set now, and all pretence was gone between them as Cammie sent her first hurtling at her damn mentors face. Catherine moved to dive just as the blow ended by skimming her, not that she didn't skim her hard. The Circle agents that weren't holding any of their captives began to rush to Catherine's aid as Cammie vented every anger burning her up into her next not quite wild attack at her as Catherine struck back.

The room they were in was tall but the gas that was spiralling through the ventilation shafts would fill the room soon enough...or at least hopefully soon enough for Cammie who was already bleeding at the damage of Catherine's nails and struggling against foreign unforgiving holds that wanted to break her bones but Cam wanted to break Catherine's bones just as much. Cam tried to take the scarf like handkerchief from her pocket to protect herself before the gas came down to her level but Catherine was too quick in fighting her down to the floor.

Catherine had Cammie's head in her hands, as if ready to snap her neck but the younger fought back in a scream of angst in the form of a skillful twisting hit at her legs with one foot and a kick to try and get her off with the other. Catherine had taught Cammie everything she knew so the fight between them as the circle agents enclosing them haltered in the midst of the gassing should have been fairly stalemate but Cam had the advantage of her anger. Despite what she had been told emotion wasn't a disadvantage, in this particular fight it was her saviour and the pounding circus music was only a minor blunting to her power.

They rolled until they stood and Cammie kicked Catherine in the stomach, keeping her back for Cammie to pull the scarf over her mouth and nose as the gas started to take its first symptoms onto Catherine. Zach had come from over the unconscious bodies the Solomon's had left forgotten with the same face attire, because if you were going to drug the good guys; it was only fair to drug the bad guys down to the same level, but that didn't mean you shouldn't get an upper hand if you could get one.

The Solomon's and Morgan's had gotten out of grasps that had had become null and upon the intoxication of the gas and they and Townsend had joined the fight that was woefully pathetic. They might as well not have been trained operatives, because they all looked like a flock of confused and frustrated pigeons let alone how less skilled people would carry out fights though. Except her and Zach, who made their way through the mess and tried to tilt the advantage to side they had both found themselves rooting for despite all the odds.

Cammie was a little too focused on finding Catherine again, having lost her as the drug had taken its toll on the circle and so she couldn't think, she didn't do anything as a man Cammie had once thought she could trust pulled a gun from his belt and pointed it at her. She barely noticed Catherine's slurred scream to hold fire, clearly only when Zach's proximity to Cammie was registered. But the man didn't listen, and Zach was struggling against a woman who was pushing him away from her – away from her being in front of Cam in the split second the bullet took to shoot.

"No!" Cammie could hardly hear Catherine yell over the sound of her own scream. A pair of warm hands held her back as she yelled and tried to get to Zach, the one who got to the fallen body first wasn't Cammie, wasn't Solomon, and it wasn't even Catherine because Townsend had already knocked out the woman who Zach had been fighting and was kneeling – holding a ripped piece of shirt over the blood that was seeping and covering the majority of Zach's upper unconscious body.

Cammie finally took in the smell of her attacker and realized with a spit of anger it was Martin who she was pretty sure nobody had seen come in even if she was certain he hadn't been there before. Cammie could vaguely tell that he didn't have anything to cover his face, which implied for reasons she didn't trust he wanted other people to believe he had been there the whole time. Cammie struggled against his grasp with even more effort.

Most were still lazily battering down the circle but Townsend remained fusing drunkenly at Zach's unresponsive body, Cam could see the clicking of his brain as he called upon every fact of medical science he had ever stored away through the haze he had been injected a liquefied version of. His expression contrasted horrifically to how it usually was even if there was still something that was unreacted, in fact the only difference to his usual off cut demeanor was a little bit of horrified panic in his eyes and a glint of the same in how he held his jaw alongside hands that were shaking slightly as he looked up, still uncomprehending of what he should be doing in this battle but scared certainly enough to keep trying to desperately stop the blood from flowing out of the teenagers body. But considering Townsend, it was like he had been possessed by a completely different person who didn't quite know how to wear the body.

Cammie fought harder against the arms holding her back. Martin was one of them, one of the people who had raised her on lies. Part of the people who had torn her and her family apart, of the people who had just shot Zach. If he was trying to protect her from acting out in the strange surge of an escalated need to heighten the distraught adrenaline that was already causing through her then she wasn't flattered and only wanted to turn it all against him, and that was probably what she was fighting for her freedom for. She could forget about Catherine for now, Martin had been going out of his way to make this all happen since he'd first heard her name, and she wasn't sure if that made him worse. Martin was just like them and nothing that she'd ever seen him as before, he was one of them; but then again, Cam realized, So was she.

Her eyes found Zach again as Townsend continued to treat the unmoving body bellow him professionally – although the drug put an unweiding damper on that, the conflict buzzing in his head etching out in frustration with himself so that everyone could see. Cammie didn't understand why he cared so much…Edward Townsend was the sort of person who would carry on fighting no matter who got hurt, including himself, or how drugged and bloody the whole thing was. And then Cammie realized a man like him didn't show emotion just for anyone. She took in both of their dark hair and shinning eyes and all the little similarities she had been too distracted to realize she was noticing. When she finally zoned in to the words in Townsends hurried mumblings at himself, the words she had assumed were just instructions on how to treat a bullet wound; it all clicked together and screamed the end result out at her.

"Come on, Zach, please…No…Zach, come on…I can't lose you…Not again, not my son…Zach." The words were horribly slurred and strangely detached, as if he didn't quite realize he was saying them, but it was all Cammie needed to fight her way free of Martin's grasp. The Circle had lied to her. The Circle had tortured her. The Circle had torn apart her family and now they were making her watch them tear apart another. But the truth can set you free.

HALLELUIJAH! I'm really sorry I as late updating this but come on that was one long chapter and I'm going on holiday tomorrow but I'll try and update twice when I get back to make up for it. UNITED WE SPY SPOILERS I would just like to point out FYI. That I darn well knew it! I had the Townsend is Zach's dad theory pretty much since Only the Good Spy Young and the end of this chapter was genuinely the first thing I wrote for this fic so…y'know…sorry I shot Zach.

FOR PEOPLE WHO HAVE ANY STRONG FEELINGS OVER THE PRESTON THING: Good news, he's in this story more than I thought he was going to be, and more details over his shenanigans will be in the next chapter to maybe shed a little light on this situation. And good news for anyone who worries for my updating skills; this is only going to be a two story thing now because I pretty much got rid of a whole chunk of plot points and I really will update every week when I can, see, I'm a changed person ;)