AN: Okay so this chapter is kind of short, but it will get better. I also wanted an awesome Cammie but it will show more later but she will be more realistically epic and so... yeah.

Chapter 2: Vacation

Cammie's POV

My bruised body ached as I slid out from the pilot's door of the helicopter. I had just flown back from a mission gone wrong. Trudging through the pristine white halls of the underground CIA base, I vividly remembered how 20 guys had attacked me as I had emerged from the ordinary-looking office building with the information. It wasn't expected, but of course, being me, I fought all the guys and knocked them unconscious. As anybody could see, if there were anyone around, there were bruises and cuts showing through my ruined clothes, plain evidence of the fight.

Arriving to the elevators, the silver doors slide open revealing the first other CIA agent I had seen in a month. I knew the girl, she was a college intern named Kelly. I lazily lifted up a hand a waved a hello as she did the same.

"Gosh Chameleon, what happened to you?" She looked me up and down.

I just imagined the sight I was at this moment. My normally bright blue eyes were most likely dimmed, my dishwater blonde hair wind-blown and tangled, scuffed black high-heel ankle boots, ripped black skinny jeans, dirtied jacket and shirt. Even though I hadn't looked into a mirror yet, I could imagine each detail. Adding onto that image, I imagined chapped lips, a purple cheek, and smeared eyeliner.

I sighed, "Got into a little bit of trouble on my mission. I'm going to go for a meeting with the Director right now."

"Well afterwards you should go to the clinic and do the required mission paperwork as you get tended to," Kelly was still staring at my bruises, "I have to go though, but get better!"

"I will!" I called back as she started down the long hallway.

I walked into the elevator and pressed the button that said 'Basement' on it. The button turned green as it scanned by fingerprint. Suddenly, the entire elevator was filled with lasers that scanned me up and down, checking for retinals and anything that could potentially harm the Director. Finally, the elevator lurched and rose upward. In case you didn't know, the button that says 'Basement' doesn't actually take you to the basement, instead, the doors opened to reveal the top floor, which was above ground.

Stepping in, I notice the familiar office. It was a pretty huge office, with an entire wall of bullet proof glass, with silver, black, white, and glass theme. As I passed the black couches and approached the glass desk, the black office chair swirled around to reveal the Director.

"Hello Chameleon," the Director acknowledged me with a simple head nod, "It's good to have you back."

"It's good to be back, Sir." I said with all the respectfulness I could muster.

"Today, I'm just going to cut to the chase so you can visit the clinic and see your family."

I smiled in gratefulness and gave a slight nod.

"I have decided that you are in need of a well-deserved break," the Director brought the first slice of humour in the conversation with a chuckle, "You have been working everyday for the past 4 years! The most dedication I have seen from any agent in a long time."

It was true. I had been working constantly since I turned 12, and my parents had finally allowed me to be a full-time spy, as I was well-past college education at that age. My muscles ached from years of non-stop work, and I viewed this break in angelic light.

"You will be getting 4 months off, at the least," the Director's firm voice snapped me out of my thoughts, "Whatever you decide to do with this break, it's up to you. That is all for now, you may leave."

I stood up, "Thank you, Sir."

"Goodbye for now, Chameleon." the Director called to me as the elevator doors shut.

AN: I will try to update faster

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