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~Circle of Cavan~
Official Report
MISSION H.C.M. #1793 REPORT
By Operatives A***** and Wilsons
To Directors C. and L. Goode
Operative A***** has lost track of the subject in Thailand three days ago. Tracking device has lost connection somewhere in China's Great Wall. Operative Wilson is trying to fix the tracking problem.
However, Operative A***** has been hearing bits and pieces of conversation from an untrackable bug (possibly blocked by an expert). There were two speakers; a girl (probably the subject) and a boy (unidentified) The conversation is as follows:
August 19 2011
11:57 pm
Girl:...never be like her...
Boy:...I know...
12:36 pm
Girl:...really special.
Boy:...never thought of it...
A few minutes later:
Girl:...only you?
Boy: Only me.
August 20 2011
07:58 am
Boy: ...Move it...
Girl: Shut up
Sound of stone moving
Truthfully, that was it. The Operatives are striving to recover the Subject's trail. Will report again when subject is found.
~Central Intelligence Agency~
Unofficial F.C.M. Report# 39
By Operatives Baxter, McHenry and Sutton
VERY PRIVATE
So far, the Operatives have heard nothing about the subject's disappearance except for the following:
1)There was a considerable amount of lost money from Operative McHenry's bank accounts
2)Even Operative Sutton's incredibly high-tech bugs cannot detect the subject from wherever the subject is.
Two useless things that only told them the subject definitely has an awesome memory for bank account numbers (Operative McHenry's credit cards are black and platinum) and a knack for hidden talents.
And that the Operative's subject may have more to show.
The Operatives will not give up.
Cammie POV
After half an hour of tramping through a muddy, dark underground tunnel and getting half-drenched by rain (which was more like a storm, actually. Zach's little shortcut wasn't that effective after all but at least I got to see him take his shirt off *grin*), before getting to a cave where we re-lit the fire again and taking a shower ( {Sadly}we took turns of course.) we finally had the chance to discuss matters which (at that time) were more important than frightening dreams about your ex.
I scrolled down, hoping to make something out of the senseless writings I saw on the screen.
I vaguely noticed Zach tugging on my hair, and, after a few scan-overs, I gave in and turned my head to feel another pair of lips pressing hard and cold against mine.
Well...not that cold, actually. The roaring fire competed with the raging thunderstorm outside, and it won. His lips, were warm, hot even, and adrenaline rushed down from my spine to parts of me I didn't even know I had.
Burning. The fiery intensity of our kiss burned me.
His hand traveled down from my hair to the hem of my jeans, and the fire blazed hotter where his fingers grazed them.
I moaned, but though every cell in my body was screaming at me not to spoil this moment, I had to force myself to push him away, hands shaking and breathing hard.
We stayed like that for a while, my head on his chest, and his hand stroking my back while leaning on the rocky wall. The fire didn't diminish.
Zach was the first one to speak. "Wow. Where did that come from?"
Me, for my part, was still too shocked to speak. All I did was to reach up and kiss him on the cheek, in hope of giving my instincts that little comfort like a fire extuinguisher.
I made myself speak."Z-z-zach-"
He smirked."I liked it, so don't bother apologizing."
That smirk helped me in stammering out,"Oh, shut up."
I pulled my hair into a ponytail and returned to the laptop. The flush in my cheeks remained.
Zach grinned and scooted over so my attempts that didn't help at all.
My skin glowed in the firelight as I continued scanning the file. It still didn't make any sense.
Then something caught my eye.
"Zach?" my voice came out as a whisper."Who's your father?"
REview!