I cannot apologize enough for what I have done to you guys. I am officially the worst updater ever. Yeah when most people say that, they mean "Oh I'm sorry, I haven't updated for a few weeks, whoopsies!" When I say that I mean "Sorry guys I've been MIA for FIVE MONTHS." I am so so so sorry.
I may have been gone for...five months...(oh the shame), but I'm back bitches. For until the end of my story. And I'm gonna try to update every SATURDAY NIGHT (that's UK time) so hopefully I can keep up.
Again, I am so insanely sorry, and I forever love you if you're still reading this and will follow me again. LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH. Anyways I left you at a major cliffhanger last chapter, so without further a due (aka groveling) I present to you chapter 8.
Cammie POV
I scanned my eyes across the first page, seeing nothing of any interest- Parents, Hometown, Date of Birth, etc. I flipped through the rest of the file looking for something to catch my eye, however I only found blank pages. Lots of them. Okay, so I admit, that is kind of strange- why would my folder be full of blank pages? If there was nothing in it, what was making this folder so "Highly Classified" that even I had never seen it before? I mean it is titled Cameron Ann Morgan for god's sake; it's about me. I let out a sigh of disappointment; obviously I had got excited over nothing. I put the folder back on the desk, and looked over at Jace, seeing the same puzzled look on his face that I'm sure was also on mine.
"Nothing in yours either?" I asked him, looking up into his puzzled eyes.
"No, just a bunch of blank pages..." His voice trailed off, his hands still flipping through his folder for signs. I knew we were both thinking the same thing: Why had we never seen these before, and why were they full of nothing? I shrugged the thought off; pushing it to the back of my mind, and snapped back to reality.
"What do you think is happening above?" I asked, pointing upwards at the ceiling.
"I don't know exactly but I'm pretty sure it's not good." Jace replied, and I nodded in agreement. It was scary, what was happening– the unknown. We had never had anything like this ever happen before, and it definitely wasn't a surprise drill that the Director had organised. This was real. Those men in black weren't part of us, they were from outside.
I gave the ceiling a worried glance, as I tried to mask my expressions, but found it a lot harder than it normally is. The scariest part about all of it was that they got in. I mean, we have the most secure headquarters of any group out there, so how did those people manage it?
"Do you think they're the CIA?" I asked Jace with a worried look.
"Can't be." He replied. "They'd never be able to break into somewhere like this, not without inside information..." His voice trailed off as our minds simultaneously clicked together the pieces of a puzzle that we didn't even know existed.
"A worm." I stated. "Jace there's been a breach, someone in here is not one of us. It could be anyone." I rambled, my mind reeling, spinning in circles. I could barely keep up with all the crazy thoughts going through my mind. All these thoughts blurred into one huge question; who was it?
"Wait." I said, fear seeping into my voice– fear that had never been there before. "Jace. There's a worm. There is a worm. We don't know who they are, but right now that doesn't matter– we think they're one of us; they have our gadgets, our trust, our knowledge... Jace. Our knowledge; the levels... Down here isn't safe anymore, we need to leave. Now."
We were both slowly processing what I had just said, still in shock that we had a traitor in our midst. A crash from far too close for comfort swiftly knocked us out of our trance.
"Fuck!" Jace cursed loudly. "Cam, I won't let anyone hurt you, okay, trust me." His eyes stared intensely into mine. My heart fluttered at his words, and I nodded silently in response, my eyes somehow speaking for me. Now is seriously not the time to be getting all hormonal, Cameron. Gather yourself together; you're in a situation here! My mind shouted at me. I snapped back into reality, the place where I so didn't want to be, and urgently looked around. I spotted a vent on the ceiling, stood on a desk and punched the cover of it open.
"Jace, the bags." I said, and he passed up our luggage. I chucked it all into the vent, it landing with an echoing bang–subtlety completely out of the window now–and gestured him to go in front of me.
He shook his head. "You first, Cam." I shook my head right back at him and attempted a small smile.
"I'm not gonna let you stare at my ass this time, Adams, just get into the vent already." I said, becoming painfully aware of the shouts that were growing ever closer to where Jace and I were standing–well I was standing, he was dangling from a vent, to be precise.
Once he was in I made to follow him, looking around at the office for probably the last time in a while. Just as I was about to leave, I saw the two manila files labeled Cameron Ann Morgan and Jace Anthony Adams on their covers. I knew that we had looked at them–and found nothing–but I couldn't ignore that tiny voice in my mind saying to take them with me, nor that small pull in the bottom of my gut telling me not to leave them behind. Being raised an assassin, I had been taught to go with my first instinct, as 95% of the time, it will be right. I decided not to break that rule now, and quickly snatched the files off the desk and hopped into the vent, closing the cover of it behind me.
I wriggled through the vent and caught up with Jace, not looking back at the room from which we had just escaped, which was currently full of shouts and crashes, neither of them sounding particularly inviting.
"Cam!" Jace hissed. "What took you so long? I was getting seriously worried." He said, staring into my eyes. They were in the process of changing from their usual emerald green to an ocean blue, however I could still make out they eyes I trusted with my life. I stared right back and waved our files at him.
"I don't know why, but I couldn't leave them behind." I said, in a confused tone. "Let's just keep moving. We've gotta be out of here within the hour if we want to have any chance of escaping here alive." He nodded and gave me a cheeky wink.
"Yes ma'm," he said with a mock salute, and I couldn't help but laugh at him. He always knew how to make me feel better when I was down.
"Now just shut up and keep on moving, you idiot." I said, giggling.
"Okay I'll move but 'don't take that opportunity to stare at my ass. And don't even deny you were planning on doing it.'" He quoted me in a high-pitched girly voice. I burst out laughing at the repeat of what I had said to him the previous hour. I playfully hit his shoulder and tried to stop laughing.
"Okay, you got me. I promise I won't stare at your ass, now move." I said shaking my head at how ridiculous he was. He decided to actually move this time, so I simply followed him through the vents, telling him where to turn and when to stop. And I have to admit–even though I promised I wouldn't–I couldn't stop myself from checking out his ass. That boy did have one fine body...
I let out a sigh of happiness, which led him to turn around and raise a questioning eyebrow at me.
"What was that for?" He asked.
"Nothing." I said a lot faster than I should have. I felt a slight blush creeping up my cheeks, and it took everything I had to keep my mask on my face, and stare at anything but his ass. I failed. A knowing look dawned upon his face and he winked at me.
"I guess I can't blame you, I am simply irresistible." He said with a smirk. That left us at Chameleon: 1, Shadow: 2. Ugh. But he wasn't wrong... Snap out of it, Cam. Damn that boy.
He turned back around to the front with a grin on his face and shook his ass at me. I burst out laughing and–I really couldn't resist it–slapped it. Mmm it even felt good. He laughed and turned around to face me, but I simply looked at him with an innocent face that said What? I have done nothing wrong. This only made him laugh more, and made me smile at how strange our friendship–I mean relationship–was. I smiled even more at the fact I could say that now; I was in a relationship, I had a boyfriend.
"What are you smiling about?" He asked me, still laughing. "Let me guess about how insanely hot my ass is?" He said cockily.
"Wrong," I said to him in a singsong voice. "If you don't get moving, Jace, I swear I won't hesitate in slapping your ass again." I said with a cheeky wink at the end. He raised his hands up in surrender.
"I'm moving, I'm moving!" He said innocently. I laughed and continued following him up the vent. There was a small crash and a splash just a few meters in front of us, and I suddenly tensed up.
"What was that?" I whispered. Jace laughed at my tense position and my attempt of forming a fighting stance while lying on my stomach in a vent. I thought I had done a pretty good job...
"Nothing," he replied, "I think we've reached the end of our vent." and with that he disappeared from my sight.
"Jace?" I called out, cautiously wriggling forward towards the end of the vent.
"Just here." Came the reply from about 3 meters below me. I opened the flap at the end of the tunnel and peeked my head downwards, and saw Jace, waist-deep in water with the bags floating around him. Thank god they were waterproof.
"Where are we?" I questioned, looking all around. We appeared to be in a very deep hole shaped like a cylinder and paved with stone. A small pool of water was at the bottom, and a rope went from the bottom to the top, where the remaining daylight was visible in a small circle.
"I think we're at the bottom of a well." Jace replied with a small shrug and a slight chuckle in his voice. "Jump down here, Cams."
"Nu-uh, Jacey," I replied, "I am not getting myself soaked when I can so easily reach the rope from here and climb straight to the top." He pouted up at me, and looked me up and down. That's when I suddenly became conscious I was still in my very tight, revealing and short summer pyjamas, even though it was mid-October.
"Hey! Stop looking at my legs, you perv!" I shouted at him. He gave me a sheepish look and a cute smile that made me forgive him.
"I am your boyfriend, Cam." He reminded me with a wink. I smiled down at him with a giggle.
"That doesn't mean I'm gonna come down there." I said, and with that I jumped onto the rope, and laughed down at him. Obviously I hadn't thought my master plan through enough, because all he had to do was grab my ankle so I fell off the rope, heading down into the water.
Just as I was about to get absolutely soaked, Jace caught me and smirked at me.
"See, you didn't get wet." He joked with a wink, and leaned down towards me, his lips getting closer, and closer...
When he dropped me. Yep, he let me fall into the water. That bastard. I surfaced through the meter of water and glared at him, staring the evilest daggers I had in me. He just laughed at the sight of me at the bottom of a well, soaking wet with my arms crossed, giving him evils.
"Are. You. Serious." I growled at him. He was laughing his head off which made me even madder. Oh, he was going down. I spun in a circle, my hair spinning with me, spraying water all over him. I then jumped onto his back and forced him down under the water.
When he came up he was dripping in water, looking even hotter than before if that was even possible. He gave me a sexy smile and I leaned forward into him, about to kiss when I pulled away and splashed water on him.
Seriously, he had that coming to him after what he did. However, he wouldn't take no for an answer, and trapped me against one of the walls and leaned in to kiss me, for real this time.
It started off as a slow tender kiss, however his tongue ran across my lip, and I simply couldn't resist him, so I opened it, letting his tongue enter my mouth and my own tongue explore his. Our breaths mingled with each other–his was minty and fresh and he smelt of aftershave and lemons. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him more passionately. I found his fingers weaving themselves through my hair in return.
I spun us round so I was the one trapping him against the wall. Our innocent kiss had turned into a full make out session, and I had to admit, I really liked it. Jace hoisted me up, one of his arms around my waist, the other on my ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed my body as close to his as I could get it. He was so warm, and that was comforting in the freezing cold water and it felt so right. His hands slid up and down my bare legs, which he'd been eyeing up earlier. When he rested them at the inner part of my upper thigh, I swear I could feel shivers all over.
He broke away for a second and said, "Cam, I won't ever let anyone hurt you, you know that right?" His eyes were staring down into mine with such care in them; I felt butterflies in my stomach. It was a sensation that I'd never had before over a boy.
"I know." I whispered back and kissed him again on the lips.
"Hey," he said, tilting up my chin to look at him, so we were millimeters apart. "We made it out, Cammie. We're safe" He smiled a proper smile at me, and I couldn't help but smile back at him.
I was about to reply when I felt something cold hit me on the head. I looked up and saw a figure pouring some left over water from a bucket down the well. Jace and I started laughing, but had to cover each other's mouths to stop the person from hearing us. Of course he had to lick my hand, but I didn't mind.
Once the person had definitely left, we decided to start climbing up the well and find out where we were. It took a lot of thinking about how we were going to get our luggage up to the top, but eventually we came up with the solution that Jace would climb up to the top, and I would stay at the bottom and tie the rope around the luggage, for Jace to lift up. He would then send back down the rope for me to climb.
Once we had perfectly executed this plan, we used a knife from our bags to carve our names into the stone circle that was the top of our well. After that we gathered up all our bags and used our GPS to find out exactly where we were. Our GPS told us that we were just a few miles west of base, which is in south-west California, meaning we were just a few miles outside of Los Angeles.
"Well, Cams, are you up for a road trip?" Jace asked me with a smirk.
"Why yes, Jace, yes I am." I replied with a smile. "Virginia here we come!" I shouted and I slung my arm around Jace's shoulder, as we started our walk to Los Angeles to find a motel before the stars came out.
Okay so I tried to make that extra long (almost 3,000 words) to make up for my 5 month gap, but I hope you guys liked it :') I know what I'm gonna do for the next chapter, but when they get to Gallagher, Zach will be in this story.
So do you want Zammie or...Cace..?..Jammie? Ah, I don't know- Jace & Cammie. Tell me in your reviews please :*
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