*Peeps out from under rock and stretches* … Hey loyal readers…. How ya'll been?

Thanks for the un- announced hiatus… I had a hard time with this chapter. Putting it into words… not so easy with this one. But I go the act together and wrote. And came up with three little plot things that will make you all hate me. *smiles sweetly*

So READ! ENJOY! (It's the last chapter… shhh)

Chapter 17

He's Gone. She shot Them.

"Why tonight?"

"Tonight is… acceptable. Normally we would wait until the CIA could figure it out themselves. Bu they are well… not getting very far. You would think they would be able to you know? They are the freaking CIA! You would think they would have it figured out! HA!" Matthew placed his glass of an unknown alcoholic beverage on the table in front of him.

Jessica frowned, looking identical to her twin sister. Arabelle (she is not the twin) looked between the two.

"You see. If we get this list… we can find the rest of the leaders. If we unite, in some way, we could take down the governments of our fellow countries and our own, thus we would have the world as the Circle of Cavan. Just think about Miss. Jesse." Matthew smirked.

"Don't. Call. Me. Jesse." Jessica said coarsely, her eyes hard.

The room was silent. Arabelle shifted in her seat, her blonde hair moving over her shoulder. "It does sound nice. Ruling the world." She said softly. Matthew looked over at her, appreciation all over his face. Arabelle smiled.

Jessica scoffed, but agreed as well.

"When do we leave?" she asked.

"Soon. Very soon. Be patient young padawon." Matthew smirked again. Jessica glared at him.

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Convincing everyone to join my plan would be hard. It was a crazy plan, a stupid plan, but a plan that would get this done. Who needs adults? Even if Joe was the one that gave me this crazy idea. So in other words blame him.

I tore up the stairs of the grand staircase, not caring if I woke up the whole school. This was important.

I opened the door, and everyone was asleep. Mary had joined the group, so they had brought in an extra bed for her. She was still as quiet as could be and sometimes would stare off into space, muttering to herself. She was a pleasure to be around though, always thinking about other people and making sure they were all ok.

"Everyone get up." I said loudly, ripping the covers off of everyone's beds. Bex didn't move, Macey groaned and Liz shot straight up.

"Cammie… do you care to explain?" Liz, rubbed her eyes as I flipped on the light.

"Yes, Yes I do. But I need everyone up." I shook Macey hard and pushed Bex out of her bed. How else was I going to get her up?

Bex swore at me loudly, her hair a mess, her sheets wrapped around her waist.

"Well you won't get up." I snapped, throwing clothes at all of them. "Macey, call your jet, we have places to go. And fast." They all looked at me bewildered.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Macey had her jeans pressed to her chest.

"I'll explain later, but we need to go now."

"No, you'll explain now." Bex crossed her arms. I groaned.

"I'm not going anywhere until you say what the hell you are planning." Bex snapped. "You woke me up. You better tell."

"Fine. Joe figured out what needs to be done about my dad. He said there is this castle manor thing in Ireland that has the list my mom knew about. That was why my dad… I mean Matthew j=killed her. Because she knew where the list was but she would never crack and they know where it is now but I'm the only one who can get to it because of this." I relayed quickly.

Mary was awake now. "What's going on?" she asked, sleepy. Her light red hair was frizzy in her braids and her blue eyes looked confused.

"Cammie is begin strange and not making sense. Go Back to sleep." Liz soothed her.

"Ok." Mary yawned and dropped her head back to her pillow.

"Please guys. You have to believe me. We have to do this before my dad and Winter's mom get a hold of it."

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In the end, Bex was the hardest to persuade. But we got her on board anyway. SO now we were gathering supplies, readying for this probably crazy mission that I had devised.

"Do you think we will need the guys?" Liz asked.

"Nope. We're the girls, we don't need the guys to do everything for us."

"It would be extra back up Cam and you will never know what might happen." Bex loked pointedly at me while stuffing a gun into her bag.

I looked around the room.

"Whatever, but just two of them." I turned and headed for the door. "And you all are gathering them together."

I could feel them all smiling at my caving.

"The plane will be landing at a small airstrip just outside town in about fifteen minutes." Macey informed me as she caught up to me on the grand staircase.

"Great," I took a flannel jacket from my bag, "Who's getting the guys?"

"Is that Zach's?" Macey asked.

I paused. "No. Now who is getting the guys?"

"Calm down. Bex is. She's grabbing Zach and Flynn." I mentally groaned at the thought of Zach, he still pissed me off.

"Sorry." I hurried towards a secret passageway that I had found like a week ago. That was something I was good at, finding places to hide.

"You sure are eager." Macey mentioned. I smiled.

"It's the only time I've done anything remotely spy like, so yea, I'm eager." I pushed back the grate we had reached to bring us outdoors.

Liz was waiting for us by the P&E barn with her supped up van that would take us to the small airstrip we arrived on.

"Bex and the guys not here yet?" I asked, climbing in. Liz shook her head.

"I brought coffee." She said, handing back a thermos.

"Thank god." Macey took it from her. "What is in this?" she made a face as she took a sip.

"Sugar… Cream." Liz said, playing with her keys.

"Well, whatever you did to this it did not work." Macey threw the thermos back in the front.

Five minutes later there was a Zach and a Flynn. No Bex.

"Where's Bex?" I asked peering around them to look for her.

"She's on her way. Said he had on last thing to do." Flynn said, sitting next to me. I looked around him and saw two silhouettes. The smaller lither one grabbed the larger of the two pulling them closer.

"Is that…?" I started.

"Think so." Flynn was looking too, as the smaller figure started towards the car, leaving the other figure behind.

Bex through open the door, looking happy. She also looked freshly kissed. "Let's go." She smiled. We all looked at her. "Go!" she exclaimed and looked at the figure still standing there.

'Where are we going?" Flynn asked, Zach looked up front. Macey smiled weakly at him.

"Cam?" Bex looked at me.

"I'll tell you on the plane."

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"I'm not letting you go DeeDee." Josh took her by the shoulders.

"Well why not! I've been trained to do this and so have you." DeeDee protested.

"We can't leave… You can't… What about Alessia?" he pleaded.

DeeDee looked up at her husband. She remembered how many missions they had been on together, than the adventure of marriage and miscarriages.

"She will be fine, if she stays here. I'm going with you whether you like it or not." She touched his cheek.

She began to pull away, but Josh pulled at her arm. "DeeDee." He pleaded.

"Josh, are you really going to keep me from finishing my best friend's final mission, her final wish?" she looked at him tenderly. Slowly Josh dropped her hand. DeeDee had won.

Again.

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"Joe figured this out as a map. Where the crest it is where the vault should be. That is where the list should be. There I can use my mom's necklace, open the vault and we have the list. My dad and Winter's mom can't stand a chance if we get that list." I said, handing out pictures of the window Joe had found.

Still was weird to call him my dad.

"How do you know all this?" Flynn asked me.

"They didn't exactly shut me out of their little meeting." I shrugged.

"So what's the exact plan?" Macey asked.

"We get to Ireland; find the castle than search it. When we find the vault or whatever we'll take the list and leave. Simple. Unless we get held up along the way." I answered simply.

"And if we do get held up." Zach mentioned. He sat next to Macey on the leather couch Macey's jet had adorned in it.

"We'll wing it. Isn't that what you all do a lot?" I asked.

"In controlled situations. With people guiding us through whatever we are winging." Bex mentioned, throwing her plait over her shoulder. She still looked overly happy and a confident air flew around her. She seemed to almost burst.

I rolled my eyes. "Anyway, that's the plan. We stick to it, we should be good."

"Whatever you say captain." Zach muttered form the from seat. I glared what I hoped were daggers into the back of his head.

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As soon as we landed in Ireland is was obvious that it was going to rain. Cold wind whipped around the tiny airport, the car we were supposed to ride in looked tiny in the dark sky.

Everyone was quite on the ride. We didn't know what to expect here. This was probably a suicide mission. Worried thoughts started running through my mind. Flynn, seeming to sense something, slipped his cool hand into mine. It felt nice. To hold someone's hand again.

A fishing boat was our next ride. It tipped over the growing waves, splashing us, making us colder than before.

Then there was climbing. My fingers were bloodied in the end, from the jagged edges of the stone.

Adrenaline pumped through my body, making me want to work harder, move faster, be better.

What an amazing feeling.

Macey and Zach were helping Liz climb below, Bex was way ahead, scouting. Flynn worked silently behind me, the wind whipping his blond hair into his eyes. It needed a trim, but it looked cute either way.

"Careful." He said as my hand slipped. I smiled at him.

Bex was there to help pull me up when we reached the top. Soon everyone was congregated at the top. The wind was stronger up here; the waves were crashing below us against the deadly rocks. Wouldn't want to fall down those.

"Now what?" Macey asked, wiping her hands on her jeans.

"That." I pointed through the dark. There was the castle. Or the remnants of one. Obviously over the year, time had taken its toll, knocking the great stone wall into the honest-to-goodness moat, the tallest tower surprisingly still standing.

"Wow." Zach whistled.

"Think of all the history here." Liz murmured, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Now is not the time to think of history, I turned to my little group. "Bex has those comms thingies, so everyone take one. We'll break off into groups. I'll take Bex, the rest of you can figure it out. If anyone finds anything that looks like it belongs to what we need, radio everyone." I started across the field, my points made.

Zach and Liz started their way around the outer edge of the castle and Flynn and Macey headed to the left while Bex and I went to the right.

There were several times when we had to turn back because of collapsed tunnels and years of debris, maybe a few small trees that have grown.

"So…" I flashed my flashlight across another dead end. "You and Grant. I've wondered since I found out you both hate each other… Why?"

Bex had a smile on her face as we climbed over the pile of rocks we had just conquered. She sighed and hesitated. "Back when we were both in school… we used to date." She said, biting her lip.

I balked at her. "Seriously? You and him? It made sense a month and half ago, but since then all you two do is fight?"

Bex smiled sadly. "It was a messy breakup. Details I don't care to remember." She slid down the rocks seamlessly.

"Oh." I watched her as she flashed her light around.

"My torch is dying. Got another on you?' she asked. Her flashlight of torch as she called it wasn't really dying, she just wanted to change the subject.

"Uh… here you go." I handed her my extra.

"Thanks. I thinks there's something this way." She said, striding ahead.

She lead me to a pile of rocks. "It's covering a doorway, see?" she looked at me.

"Sure?"

Bex sighed, exasperated. "There silly. Right up there." She pointed to a small opening in the top of the pile.

"Think we can fit?" I asked slyly.

"Of course." Bex smiled and lifted herself, the muscles in her arms rippling. I wanted arms like that.

"Come on." She said, once she slipped her thin body through the whole.

I hoped I would fit, Bex was thinner than I was, more fit. I took a deep breath and pushed myself up and down.

The room was in deep decay, the outer wall being the only thing left; small holes were the weather had worn through.

"Is that something?" Bex pointed her flashlight towards an stone alter looking thing.

"Guess we know why you're the spy." I muttered, hurrying towards the structure.

"Well, looky there." Bex smiled down at the top of the alter, where there was an indentation, the size of a quarter.

"What do we do now?" I asked. Spy stuff still wasn't my thing, things didn't click in my head like they did in hers.

"The necklace, Cam. See the faded design here? Slip it in and twist." She motioned.

I sent her a pointed look, than lifted my mom's necklace off my neck. "Here goes nothing." I sighed. I turned and twisted. With the sound of moving stone, a panel slid aside.

'And 19th century explosives. Impressive." Bex said, slipping her hand into the cobwebs to retrieve the tube from the bottom.

I looked at the gears. "I wonder how my mom knew about this." I said.

"Your mom was a smart person." Bex examined the tube.

"Just think. This will solve all of our problems…" she was cut off by static and a frantic voice in our ears.

"All explorers to the tower. We have company." Zach's voice was thick through the static. Bex looked at me, eyes wide. And we ran.

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When we reached the top it was pouring rain. Weather had come quickly. Liz was cowering in a corner someone in black over her.

"CAMMIE!" she cried and I whipped around. Bex moved quickly, knocking the person away from me. Their gun skittered across the floor.

"Oh my goodness… where they…?" I gulped at the gun. Bex nodded. Flynn and Macey skidded up to the top, the rain making the stone slippery.

Suddenly more people in black were there.

"Cameron. What a pleasant surprise." A woman stepped out. I took a step back, shocked. The woman was exactly like Zach's mother, same eyes, mouth…

"Jessica." Zach growled. Somehow he had procured a gun.

Jessica smiled sweetly. "Ah Zach, Catherine's done a good job with you." Too quickly she moved her gun and Zach screamed in pain as the bullet hit his foot.

"ZACH!' Macey screamed and then she was knocked down by another figure.

"Shut up silly girl." Jessica sneered. "You all can come up now." She shouted and two more people arrived. Only I knew these people. My 'dad', he smiled or sneered at me, and Arabelle, Winter's mom.

"Hey sweet heart." My 'dad' walked towards me. I stepped back.

"Don't touch me." I snapped.

My 'dad' chuckled. "All we want is that list. That your mom wanted you to find? Do you have it sweetheart?"

I shook my head furiously and my back met the soaking wall of the tower.

Really the tube was pressed in my pocket, hidden.

Action happened all at once. Flynn lunged, knocking my dad down. Bex moved, Jessica directly in her path.

"MACEY!" I screamed, taking the tube and throwing it. Arabelle moved quickly with a gun and Macey collapsed, the bullet in her thigh.

"NO!" I screamed as I felt strong arms wrapped around my waist. The tube had rolled and Bex lunged for it. She had just closed her fingers around it when the gun really went off, it's target matched.

Bex's body, moved with the force of three bullets, stiffened. She made a noise of pain, watching the blood seep into her sopping shirt. "BEX!" I yelled as she fell, her blood mixing with the rain.

"NO!" I yelled, when she didn't move. I didn't notice Zach standing by the edge of the ledge until he spoke.

"JESSICA! This is what you want! I have it!" He looked over at Bex, who made no noise.

"Really Nephew. You want to do this?" Jessica's smile was nasty, my 'dad' standing next to her, Arabelle was holding Liz, gun pointed to Macey, who was sitting, hand pressed to her thigh. We were losing this battle. And I was my fault.

"I'm going to fix this. Once and for all and no one will get this list." Zach said defiantly.

"Don't you dare young man." My 'dad' stepped forward. Jessica stopped him, hand pressed to his chest.

"Zach, no." Macey cried, fear in her eyes.

"Mace, we talked about this. Everything will be fine." Zach said calmly.

"You won't do this." Jessica stepped forward, kicking the limp Bex out of the way. A small moan came from her body.

She was still alive. I watched Flynn move around the room. He had a gun pressed his palm. Slowly I did the same, picking up an instrument that I have never used before. A gun.

"I will. If it will protect the people I love." Zach stepped towards the ledge. I realized, finally, what he was going to do.

"Zach. No." I said, over the wind.

"it's ok Cammie. Everything will be fine." He took one more step back.

"NO!" Jessica lunged as Zach dived over the ledge. Macey gave a cry and Flynn was quick with the gun. Arabelle was dead, her blood mixing with Bex's.

I felt a body, hard and familiar ram into me. The same body that help be when I was baby, the one that dries my tears and helped me through Zach's deception.

But he wasn't that anymore. He was the man that ruined my life.

My brain went foggy as it hit the wet stone floor. Noises were muffled, then shouting. My vision was blurred but I made out what I could. Bex lay still, there was no Zach.

I saw a helicopter, more people spilling onto the soaked platform of the tower. Yelling was done, shots rang, people cried out.

I hated this. I hated this. I hated this.

The weight was lifted off of me. Someone had shot my 'dad'. Jessica was down, being handcuffed and sedated from her rage. I saw medics rushing towards the deathly still Bex, her blood still staining the flagstones.

I felt me self lifted, a soothing voice in my ears. Flynn. Not Zach. Flynn.

A/N: Uhh… This was like 10 pages in Word. See why it took forever?!

Just the Epilogue left now! And then you'll be even more upset. Don't worry, this one won't be as delayed at this chapter.

Off to see the Hobbit!