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Cammie POV

I pushed open the doors to the Grand Hall and everyone turned round to look at us. Kind of unsettling when your codename's Chameleon, but it's not like I'd ever show weakness like that. As if. Instead, Jace and I strode in confidently, but on the inside, I was becoming more and more aware of the fact that Jace's arm was around my waist and it certainly did not look like just a friendly gesture.

Jace, sensing my shiftiness, decided to make matters even worse (If that's possible… Really, we had every pair of eyes in there on us) by turning his head round so his lips were in my ear and whispering,

"Liking the spotlight, Cam?" Did I mention that his face was practically buried in my hair? And then… Oh no he didn't!

He just kissed the top of my head.

In front of everyone.

The Director.

And shit…

Joe Solomon.

Once everyone had got over the shock of it all, there was whistling and shouts like,

"Finally grew a backbone, Adams?" or

"How about another kiss for us?"

It took everything I had not to blush or hide my face or just die right there. But no, of course I didn't do that—I'm a professional. As I sat down at our table, I was internally cursing Jace over and over and over and over and over and over again. Yeah, that's a lot of times. I looked over at Jace, hoping to see someone who was sharing my urge to get away, but no. He just had to be smirking. I began thinking of creative ways that I could wipe the smirk off his face, but then I remembered. That's why I could feel one pair of eyes staring at us at 100 times the intensity of all the others.

Joe Solomon.

Ha! I wouldn't even have to do anything. I could just sit back, relax and let Joe deal with Jace. Maybe he'd even let me watch! Now it was my turn to smirk.

On the up side, conversations had started again, so the room was no longer in silence.

On the down side, all those conversations had a common topic: us.

"What are you smirking about?" Jace asked, nudging me with his elbow. I grinned at him and I'm pretty sure I was glowing, and there was that spark in my eye I got when I'm excited. I didn't answer him and just grinned down at my plate, laughing slightly under my breath, trying not to lose it in front of all the people I worked with. I raised my eyes to look at Jace and saw him frowning slightly, worry blossoming on his face.

"Cam?" He asked in an unsure tone. That just set me off even more, and let the laughing fit commence. I could feel the tears in my eyes, my vision blurring slightly, but it was still clear enough to see that everyone had turned to look at me, putting their conversations on hold.

"What is it?" Jace asked in a hushed tone. "What are you laughing about?" I grinned even more at his confusion and wiped some tears from my eyes before they spilled over. I decided I'd had my fun and now would be the time to let him know. I took in a breath and heard the hall go quiet, everyone straining their ears to hear what I was going to say.

"Joe." I whispered.

His face showed a range of emotions: confusion, then dawning realization, shock, surprise, worry, uncertainty and finally fear.

Everyone in the hall was laughing apart from Joe Solomon. Let's just say it was common knowledge that I was Joe's goddaughter and he was very protective of me.

Jace turned around slowly and met Joe Solomon's intense gaze. His face turned emotionless and they nodded at each other, a silent agreement passing between them, supposed to be unreadable, but of course I, knowing both of them my whole life, could read them perfectly. They were going to have a… conversation later on, in Joe's room. I mentally laughed. This, I would have to see. I already had bugs hooked up to Joe's room (yeah, I was just that good) so I figured I'd watch the live feed when I knew Jace was going to visit Joe.

Everyone was quietly chuckling now at Jace's obvious discomfort with facing the wrath of Joe Solomon.

"See you in heaven, mate." Someone said to Jace from a table opposite ours. I grinned at Will Morley, the guy who said it, only 23 and a friend of mine. He winked at me and turned back to his food.

We soon finished lunch, and headed off to the disguise department to change our appearances; the mission did start tomorrow.

I didn't need to do that much—just lighten my dirty blond hair a few shades and put drops in my eyes that would change their colour for 1 week before I had to put another drop in. At the moment, my eyes were a striking lightning blue with a ring of midnight at the edge. They'd soon become a warm hazel with golden flecks.

Jace, on the other hand, had to make much bigger changes than me. He'd have to dye his hair light brown with darker brown and blond streaks: a big change from his light-dirty blond hair, only a few shades lighter than mine. His bright green eyes were being changed to a sky blue.

Once we'd finished changing our appearances, we picked out clothes that our cover would wear. Mine being a bubbly party-lover; I was forced to pick out lots of mini-skirts, short shorts, tank tops, low cut tees and dresses: not how I'd usually dress. Ugh. I put all of it inside a zebra print suitcase with bright blue handles, and pulled it back to my room to go with my bags filled with weapons.

I paused for a second, thinking of what I had to do next, when I realized we were all ready to leave. Wow.

I can't believe I actually get to go on such an amazing mission. And with Jace: such an amazing person. Not that I'd ever admit that to him! But really, I can't believe how generous the COC has been to me, taking me in after my parents died, raising me as their own. I could've been adopted by people who I have no connection to, I could've been sent to an orphanage, they could even have let me die. But they chose to save me. Sometimes I wonder why… Even if they did know my parents, luck must have been on my side.

OhmygodhowcouldIforget! I was snapped out of my thoughts when realization struck me.

Oh. My. God. Have I missed it? I can't have missed it; it hasn't been that long since I saw Jace… I nearly sprinted over to my laptop and furiously bashed on the keys. Instantaneously, the bugs that I planted in Joe's room all those years ago popped up on my screen. Ah, I always knew they'd be useful one day…

Joe was lying down on his bed with has hands behind his head, the latest edition of Espionage Weekly lying on his lap, opened on the middle page. Joe's room was orderly and neat; being an Assassin, he was taught to keep all his belonging's in such a way that he could pack them up and be gone without leaving a trace in under 2 minutes. Even Blackthorne managed to teach him something useful. Yeah, you heard me right: Joe went to Blackthorne. He graduated with his best friend, Matthew Morgan, my father. I've been told the Circle recruited them both when they left Blackthorne, and they were put into extensive training, as their skills were lacking compared to the people who grew up in the COC. Hah!

I was pulled out of my train of thought when a sharp knock came from my computer, Joe's head snapping up to the sound of it. He stretched himself out, and got off the bed, making his way to the door. He opened up the doorway, and guess who was there? Yep, you got it right: Jace. It was time for their little "talk" concerning none other than myself. I smirked to myself, a habit I'd picked up from Joe, Jace, and pretty much any other male around here. They all did it! Sometimes it got so frustrating, but you know how the saying goes, "If you can't kill 'em, join em". Exactly what I did.

Joe nodded at Jace, who nodded back at him. 'Cos they're both just too badass for words. I was laughing quietly myself at their determination to always appear so manly.

"Have you checked for bugs?" Jace asked Joe, stepping into the room, and seating himself down on a chair in the corner. "Because whatever you're going to say to me, I don't really want the whole organization to hear it."

"Yeah I have," Joe replied, "The room's clean."

At this point, I was feeling tears come to my eyes I was laughing so much. I had out-assassined Joe Solomon. Oh this truly was priceless; I'd never let him live this down.

"So." Joe said awkwardly. Great starter there, Joey, I thought to myself. "I understand that you are now in a relationship with my goddaughter." He stated, looking at Jace for confirmation. Jace replied with a brief nod of the head and implied that he should continue.

"Look, I will make this as easy to understand as it will ever get. If you hurt her, I will hurt you. Personally. Do you understand me?" He asked with a serious tone in his voice. Oh Joey, what a let down, no physical pain for Jace? Well not yet, anyways. I sighed but didn't completely mind, because as great as it was being able to look after yourself completely, it felt good to have someone else take care of you every once in a while.

"Yes, I understand completely." Jace replied with an equally serious look that had me rolling around in circles on my bed laughing. It's actually quite good exercise, I noted to myself.

"Then I think we're done here, then. Good luck on your mission, and know that I will be watching you, and if you even hurt her the slightest bit…" Joe let the sentence drag out, allowing Jace's imagination to think of what could fill in the gap.

"I'd never hurt Cam. And thanks, Joe." Joe nodded in response and opened the door as a sign for Jace to leave. Jace took off from the chair and walked out into the corridor as Joey closed his door behind him.

"Thank god that's over." Joe whispered to himself, completely unaware that I could hear him, and that he had just completely shattered his 'fearless' rep. Who would've guessed that the Joe Solomon was afraid of dealing with hormonal teenage boys? I silently chuckled and changed into some grey cotton short shorts and a blue tank top underneath my dad's old crimson oversized jumper, which had the Blackthorne crest over my heart, and 'MORGAN' printed on the back in white writing, slightly chipped off in some places. I loved it; it was all I had left of Dad.

I brushed my teeth and hopped into my bed, switching off all the lights, and hoping for a peaceful night's sleep before my mission. Guess what? I didn't get one.

Oohh, anyone out there wondering what disrupts Cam's beauty sleep? And yes any perverts reading this, it is a what and not a who *cough* Jace *cough* … Haha :') Thanks for reading, please REVIEW.

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