Okay so a summary was requested and I'm gonna try and do one here: I've kind of been ignoring the fact that I've been writing this fan fiction for so long now that I'm pretty sure this is all heaped with continuity but every now and then I do read the whole thing over just to make sure. Cammie was kidnapped by the circle on the day her dad took her to the circus to be used as part of a plan to stop that damn Matthew Morgan and those meddling kids (To a certain extent at least, it was already a program for strengthening the circle with new agents that have been brainwashed since they were kids, Cammie specifically was to mess with him) Assuming Cammie was dead Matt told Joe about the list and the plans that led to Matt's death were changed - numerous circle leaders were killed and the Circle now has a bunch of crazy bad guys that don't really know what to do.
Six or seven years after Cammie was taken Joe finds her, still with the circle obviously but manipulating the Cavan's weakness from the inside. He promptly kidnaps her and takes her to the Gallagher Academy. Cammie has been brainwashed with similar methods to how she went all obsessed with Circus music in book 5 (Matt hears it out of guilt, paranoia, actually legitimate mental hiccups that haven't been circle educed) and tries to escape numerous times, her best chance happening with Martin, the childhood friend who took her from the circus in the first place, he drugs her so she gets left behind to stay with the people who, despite her opinion, don't want to kill her (The circle not liking the chances that she hasn't remembered the way it really is and ignoring the chance that she's still really loyal because, y'know, they're the circle and feel safer if they just kill them). Now Townsend really hates Cammie because he really hates the circle and Cammie is clearly extremely committed hence why he tries to kill her before he dashes of to help Scooby gang Sr. take down more of the circle. Zach gets Cammie out of that pickle and Scooby gang Jr, follow after to do the same;
Whilst there Macey finds Preston who she hasn't seen in years with Circle training and a sense of distaste towards Gallagher Girls. Cammie finds the files about her in a room that brings back things that don't fit in with the time line she'd believed for so long and realizes how wicked the circle really are blah blah blah having been a part of them for so long her mind immediately jumps to killing Catherine. Martin struggles with expressing what it is to be trustworthy. Zach gets shot. Circle invasion quickly escapes in time to try and regroup.
I think that's it, it's my own damn story but I've probably left something out.
Chapter. 22 – Catch Them If They Can.
"Preston!" With a grand total of one safe-base left in America the Circle members from their Kentucky base had retreated to the half rehabilitated abandoned factory of which within one of the rooms Catherine stormed towards a mahogany table in what was a more convincing hallway in size and shape but was lined by filing cabinets and other office decorations, centered at the very end with a grand desk already cluttered with files, laptops, phones and caffeinated stimulants.
"Ah, Catherine, if it isn't one of my favorite stooges." Preston droned sarcastically as he poured a glass of whiskey, quite considerably underage but considering his track record Preston wasn't one to bow to such trivial laws. "I'd give you my thoughts to the well being of your son but that would be a lie – I need focus - and I'd quite forgotten you actually cared." Catherine stiffened and pursed her lips, but carried on with her intentions as they had been when she'd barged into the room.
"The circle is dire enough as it is, Preston, and we just gave up yet another head-quarters!" Catherine hadn't limped as she'd approached the leader of the Circle of Cavan, but she rested her hand at the pain at her side where Cameron Brat Morgan had lodged a damn knife. She'd retrieved immediate medical care and it was as good as it was going to get of course, but it still had hard pangs of agony befall it every now and then.
"It's Mr. Winters to you Catherine, please." If anybody in the Circle was allowed to really know Preston they would have known that his remark was completely toneless but Catherine rather affrontedly took it as arrogance; not that Preston particularly minded at all, much like every Circle member he could be having this conversation with, but no, of course it was Catherine, her affronted and frustrated stance she assumed he couldn't see due to the fact that she and people like her had trained him made his skin crawl.
"You told us to run! Why did you tell us to run, Winters they could be dead by now! We – you - could have dealt with them!" Catherine persisted, resigning her posture to that of one with respect but finding herself incapable of stretching that onto anything else about her.
"You got our entire base as drugged as the intruders!" Preston snapped incredulously as he turned impatiently with his crystal glass in hand. His thick glasses had slipped down his nose, but only a little and pushing them up at that moment wouldn't have been the most overpowering thing to witness.
"I didn't release that stuff and if you claim you didn't the question still remains as to why you didn't kill them!" Catherine snapped, childishly impatient with Preston's lack of murdering. Preston placed his glass of whiskey down gently and fed a hand to his pocket of his expensive suit jacket. Senators son or terrorist dictator he'd never been able to access teenage normality in any sense of the word for his entire life. "I am older than you, Mr. Winters, I will not be treated as a child that is not worth your time!" Catherine snapped, the pain in her wound had died down to a more tolerable state and so she moved her hand away. Preston took a sip from his whiskey again, placing it down just as softly despite the power he'd never been able to convey in his voice before with a sufficient boss-like anger.
"But I am your superior Catherine! I could have you killed at any minute, I could do it myself which when it comes to you would be considerably more enjoyable!" His voice dropped considerably in volume but remained just as testily threatening. "Now, stop assuming I don't want these people dead, they're successes are the reason you're listening to me right now at all! You can thank Solomon for that...he killed my father." Preston's voice was calm and dead but he scooped up his glass of whiskey and turned back away from Catherine.
"Right, because of course you know exactly which of them killed your father, especially considering the fact that we've only just found out about Solomon's disloyalties! Morgan should remain the priority until anything changes that!" Catherine was becoming more and more submissive to the fact that Preston was her superior, a common place retreat from when she got frustrated over their rankings together within the first few minutes of interaction.
"You've only just learnt of his disloyalties, Agent Goode, I know exactly which of him and that blasted Morgan dealt with of our founding families. Don't presume to think that you are still more prepared and skilled than I am Catherine, it tiers me." His tone became stretched and frustrated on his last statement. Preston turned back around in a full circle leaning both hands on the fine wooden desk with one over the glass as he placed it down again... on his fine wooden desk. Such a fine inheritance. "Morgan's death remains the priority of the world, Solomon's is my priority - until further notice."
"If you knew he wasn't on our side then why the bloody hell didn't you do something about it?" Catherine snapped without being able to contain her fury no matter how much command Preston had over her, which was a lot, but his claim was ridiculous.
"Because it doesn't matter Catherine!" Preston proclaimed indignantly, he could feel the fury still pounding through his veins as they talked about Solomon who had killed his father, there was a childish worry over the fact that feelings and thoughts like this didn't belong in Preston's brain because that wasn't who he was; but it was now, and Preston wanted Joe Solomon dead for what he'd done. "All this would have happened one way or another but now!" Preston proclaimed, picking up as he brought up his whiskey and continued around the desk, trotting the few steps there were to Catherine's level.
"It's time!" Preston drew up in front of Catherine with limited regard to her personal space. "It doesn't matter that we've lost another American front, Catherine; pack your bags!" Preston beamed falsely and raised his glass. "We're going to Italy!" he took a sip and pushed past Catherine without even contemplating a guilt for his lack of politeness. Catherine wasn't anymore infuriated with him however, but mainly because she was extreme in that emotion as it was, her eyes followed him as he strutted down the long hall of office with whiskey in one hand and his other in his pocket as she pushed him for more of his thought process.
"And then what?" Catherine demanded furious and impatiently. Preston smirked a little at the thought of the priority of his plans, he hated himself a little – but he hated the victim of those plans more.
"And then I'm going to kill Joe Solomon."
Authors Note -
Merry Christmas all! And within the festive mood I might just be updating twice in the middle of the week if things go well if not twice next Sunday! I know this chapter was short but there will be the odd circle chapter that is like that. I know I suck at updating so follow AllAboutCastiel on Twitter to bug me if I don't update again as well as me being able to let you know if there's some legitimate reason as to why I can't update because sometimes (believe it or not) I actually have a life going on x) use that or PM me here if you still have questions about the summary or something specific that I haven't made clear, I won't bite ;) Let me know your thoughts on the story line right now or what you think might be about to go down idk just talk to me...please...my life is so sad. SEE YOU NEXT SUNDAY AT THE LATEST AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!