AN: I know you all probably want to throw stuff at me. I'm soo sorry it took me so long to update. I was busy studying for the F-word of high school…..finals. Oh the horror! But you probably don't care about that. So, voila! Here's the chapter. Enjoy!
Chapter 3: Only her
Zach POV
I tucked the photo, one of my most valued possessions, in my pocket. Today was a special day, though I doubted Cammie knew that. It was the anniversary of the day I met her. I don't remember it because we were still babies. My dad told me that I was always a grumpy baby. But apparently, when I saw Cammie, I stopped bawling and started smiling and gurgling. When we would have playmates (as babies, she couldn't stand me when she got older), we would always nap together and if my dad was to be believed, we held hands while we slept. Although maybe I shouldn't trust a man that walked out on us when I when I was twelve and left me to deal with my mother all by myself.
I wondered where Cammie was now. She was probably still in Nebraska doing normal girl things. Going to school, worrying about her grades, hanging out with friends, maybe a boyfriend...My chest tightened at the thought. I knew she would probably be the heartthrob of her school. Why wouldn't she be? She was strong, smart, and beautiful. Stop it Zach! I scolded myself. You have to forget her and focus on the mission. If you keep loving her, the COC will kidnap and torture her to get to you. Is that what you want? Jeez, my inner conscience was mean. But it got me back on track and I started paying more attention to my surroundings. A hot black haired girl was eating ice cream on a wooden bench. A couple was pushing a baby stroller into Gymboree. I had to take note of everything because Mr. Solomon hadn't told me what our mission was yet. All he had told us was to keep our eyes open. As I waited for an update, I wondered if I should talk to the black haired chick. Nothing to cheer a boy up like a good distraction. As I took my first steps toward her, Mr. Solomon's voice blared in my ear. "Now that you are all in position, we will begin our mission." He emphasized the last word for my benefit and I chuckled, walking away from the girl. Mr. Solomon sometimes visited Blackthone occasionally to assist us with our CovOps missions, which I was grateful for because the man was a genius. I'm not sure what he did the rest of the year, probably top-secret missions for the CIA or something. "Your job is to stop some skilled operatives from getting to their destination. They do not know you are trailing them. I must warn you not to underestimate them. They are some of the best in the field. Go to Abercrombie&Fitch and go into the third dressing room to your right. Swing the mirror open. Behind it is a secret compartment containing your covers and your subject's description. Good luck."
AN: I know this is short! Please don't kill me! A lot of you have added this story to your favorites list, but not your alerts list. If you haven't realized yet, this story is not even close to being done. So if you don't add this story to your alerts, how will you know if Cammie ever meets Zach? Hmm? Oh yeah, one more thing…review! (Also, tell me if I have any spelling or grammar errors.) Thanks for reading
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