"Now, we are Chameleons Crew. We are all girls. We are all sixteen. Yet, we are ranked first through fourth of the CIA's top junior agents. We have gone on over twenty successful missions, and we have been trained by the worlds greatest. What we have showed you, is just a part of what we can do. We are strong alone, but even stronger untied, as four. I, the muscle. Liz, the brains. Macey, the disguiser. And last but not least, the Chameleon. See we couldn't go somewhere, or complete a mission without all of the others. So we had to bring the Chameleon along with us. In fact, the Chameleons in the room at this moment. I'm sure you've heard enough stories to know exactly what she's best at, blending, and hiding. She's among you. I'm going to give you five minutes. You must stay in your seats, but if you find the Chameleon, raise you hand. The Chameleon won't move. Five minutes starting, now." I watched in amusement as hundreds of teens eyes glanced across the room, trying to find me. Some where looking at the ceiling, some at the air vents, and others were looking through the crowd trying to find me among the boys and girls of Gallagher.

Five slow minutes passed, before Bex said,

"Time's up! Stop looking now. No one found her, not even the teachers." Bex had a sad look in her eye, almost pitying, but underneath was a layer of triumph.

"Oh Chameleon, come out, come out, wherever you are!" Macey yelled around the room. I walked out from the corner, and jogged up to the stage. I could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes following my every move. I shuddered, I hated all the attention. I was the Chameleon for a reason. When I got on stage, Bex handed me the microphone. I smiled at the crowd.

"Hi! I'm Cameron, but cal me Cammie, or even Cam. One, you guys really need to stop calling these guys my crew, I don't like it. Most of you, know me as the Chameleon. Or at least you think you know me. I'm here to confirm that, all the things you've heard about me, are probably one hundred percent true. I am rated as the first junior CIA agent. I have gone on over twenty successful missions with my crew. My new mission though, to spend a semester with the girls and boys at Blackthorne. I can't give any more information than that. I'm hoping that you make us feel welcome. I especially hope that you realize it would be a bad thing to underestimate us. We can do a lot worse than what we've showcased here. This was just a part of it. Don't try anything, you won't get away with it." Dad came up and grabbed the mic, and gave me a hug, smiling. I could hear gasps from the boys.

What does my dad do to them, that makes them think it's unbelievable that he would have any people that mean anyone? Anyway, Joe came to stand at the other side of me, and gave me a hug and a smile. The boys gasped again. Clearly a showcase of way to much love going on here for the boys. My dad, and Joe must treat them horribly. My dad started speaking.

"Boys, I'm talking to you now. If you know what's good for you, you won't do anything to harm my daughter." More gasps at that, "Or I will punish you." I blushed, and looked at my feet.

"Yes, boys," Joe said grabbing the microphone away from dad, "don't hurt a single hair on my god daughters head, or you'll never know the end of it. I will make your life miserable." Suddenly a person walked through the dining room doors, and into the room.

"Aw squirt, why did I have to miss out on hug fest?"

"AUNT ABBY!" I rushed towards aunt abby and enfolded her in a hug, the girls ran right along side me and did the same. More gasps sounded around the room. Now I was semi-related to both of their cove ops teachers. Ha. Once I was done hugging my aunt, there was another woman standing by the microphone stand.

"MOM!" I screamed and rushed to give her a hug as well. It seemed all of my family members were at this dinner. The girls all gasped when they realized who I was related to.

"Hi honey! I've missed you so much!"

I was related to all of the best spies for the CIA. Including two Cove ops teachers, and two heads of schools. This was going to be fun.