Sorry this took so late guys! But I made it extra long for you! I also want to thank my AMAZING editor (wow, I sound like a real writer! Yay!) Cam! You are amazing! She's the person who reads through my rough cuts and helps me shape it to make a beautiful pot! (Can you tell I had Ceramics today?!) Well Enjoy this chapter!

So I was told to write my own version of what went on during our mission. I'm told that this is going to be put into Cammie's report. So here goes:

There was a constant sound of arrows whizzing, hitting targets, and the crowd cheering. But I wasn't focused on that. Okay, well my subconsious was. Joe always told me to notice things.

But back to the mission.

"Eyeball." Bex said through the comms unit. I saw her coasting silently through the crowd. If I was a normal teenage boy, not a spy guy, then I wouldn't have noticed anything her. Well, I would have noticed her but not noticed her.

"I have backup." I heard Macey say. She was following closely behind Bex, but not close enough for me to see both of them at one time.

"Reserve." I immediately said. From my vantage point I could see the whole stadium. Bex, followed by Macey, a guy fixing his wig, a lady constantly applying makeup. But as I leapt from my vantage point, the only person I was really concentrating on had blonde hair and had a habit of blending in.

"Zach?" she asked as I walked silently up behind her. She didn't even have to turn around to know I was there. Okay, so I admit maybe Cameron Morgan did have some skills.

"Spy." I said using my code name. She turned around and smiled at me. Her hair when she spun looked like it came from a movie scene. "So how's everything going?" I asked, barely able to recover in time.

"Oh, just peachy." she said, a little too sarcastically. "They lost."

"I saw." I countered. "Any sign of anything." and by that, I meant a list of things. Will, my mom, Bruno (the guy she was with the other day) and guys dressed up as hot dogs (those were the one things that tended to creep me out a little).

"No. Nothing."

"Well that's a good thing. You haven't even seen Will?" the words rolled off my tongue with utter disgust for that guy.

"No." she said. And thank goodness for that.

I looked out over the crowd as we stood there in silence for a while. Cammie and I watched the ending scenes of the round.

"Time to go home." Bex said through our comms. I looked at Cammie and we headed for the rendezvous point. She lead me through the crowd. We were nearing the edge of the stadium when she stopped and looked behind her. The crowd flowed past us. I looked back.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I thought someone was tapping my shoulder." she said. I scanned the crowd for myself. I checked it over and over until I saw a brown haired head walking against the current of people. I immediatly followed in his wake. Faintly behind me I could hear Cammie calling my name. But I kept pushing through.

I followed the guy all the way out the other side of the stadium and into an alleyway. The street lamp dimly lit the brick alleyway. A shadowy figure stood at the start of the alleyway.

"Hey." I said. The dark figure didn't move. "Hey!" I tried again louder. The person turned as to look over his shoulder. "Yeah!" I yelled. "I'm talking to you!" He turned fully around. "Who are you?!" I yelled, advancing upon the man out of rage.

I grabbed his arm and began the motions that come with flipping people. But at the last moment, he shifted his weight and twisted my arm behind my back. I stepped on his foot, causing him to bend over. I twisted out of his grasp and sent a foot flying to his gut. He dodged and replied with a swift jab to my shoulder. I grasped my shoulder in pain. Then he sent a sucker-punch into my eye.

"Enough!" a feminine voice cried. Someone came to my side as I wiped away some stray blood from my face. The woman touched me and immediatly I knew the touch. It was the first touch I knew.

A mother's loving touch.

"I will not have you two fighting like this!" she said. The second figure still stood in the shadows. "Get out of here!" she waved away the other figure. He turned and ran off. And with him, my chance to find the inside agent.

"Zachary, baby." my mother crooned.

"Catherine." I said standing straight up.

"Are you okay, sweety?" she asked, brushing a strand of my hair out of my eyes. I recoiled.

"Fine." I said sternly.

"Good." she smiled. "Now, if you're done playing with those petty girls, we can"

"Don't call them that." I said. My voice dripping with venom. "You don't know how good, how powerful, how-"

"Pretty?" she tried. My mom scoffed and then laughed a genuine laugh. "Oh Zachy, Zachy, Zachy." she shook her head. "When will you ever learn?" she looked into my eyes. "I am your mother. They," she paused. "Well, let's just say soon, they'll rust. Then fall away!" another laugh.

"Stop!" I cried. "You're wrong!" I held my shoulder and ran off.

"They will all fall away." she called after me.

I ran as quickly as I could. I didn't stop for anything. I was almost run over by a car twice and I tripped over a curb three times. I ran for hours, it seemed. I got lost, then I found myself, then got lost again. Eventually I ended up back in the village. I slowed down, out of breath, and walked the rest of the way to the apartment.

I got a few stares from the other athletes, but other than that, it was pretty quiet. Until I got to the elevator.

"Zach? Zach!" It was Will. Oh how I loathed him SO much! Boy did I want to punch him in the stomach till he was a mural of blacks and blues! I forced myself to have an emotionless face as I turned around.

"Yeah Will." I said. I think when it came to Jimmy or Will, I'd take Jimmy.

"Woah, dude! What were you doing?" He said.

"Just got had a little trouble with a door." The lie was smooth and easy.

"Well, I bet Cammie will be all over that." he winked. "Tell me," he said throwing his arm around my shoulder as we walked. "What's up with you and Cammie?" I looked at him. "I mean, if you aren't going to make a move, I will."

In one quick motion, I quickly pinned him to the wall with my good arm under his chin.

"Listen up, and listen good." I whispered in his ear. "You better stay well away from Cammie." I threatened. Will nodded.

"Alright, alright." I let him go. "See you around then." he said before turning the corner and leaving me to calm down. If I was a cartoon character, I'm pretty sure I'd have fumes coming out from my ears. I knocked on Cammie's door and forced myself to calm down. She immediatly opened the door and stood there. I didn't know if she wanted to hug me or rush me to the nearest emergency room.

"Oh my gosh!" she said.

"What did you do?" Bex asked as she and Macey came over crowding the door. I pushed past them with my good shoulder and headed for the kitchen. I opened their freezer and pulled out an icepack. Then I went to the couch and sat down in it. I put the icepack up to my eye.

"Zach!" Cammie yelled. "What happened? Did you find Will? Did he do that to you?" I sighed.

"I'm fine, Gallagher Girl." I said. But I could tell she wasn't buying it. "Do you really want to know?" he said. In my mind, all I wanted to do was go and sleep for hours.

"Yes!" All three of them said at once.

"Okay, okay." And I told them. I told them everything.

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