Chapter 11: Just Another Mission

Cammie's POV:

We walked beside each other on the sidewalk around the town square. It was a sunny day and my feet were heating in my black converse. I took off the red and white flannel and tied it around my waist.

"So, what do you want to do?" Zach asked casually.

I rose an eyebrow, "We're on a mission, Zach."

He shrugged as if to say, 'oh well'. I sighed. "Let's just walk around and talk. Good enough for you?"

His head bobbed forward in an answer. I heard Joe quizzing the students in my ear about their surroundings. My eyes scanned over everything I saw, even in reflections of windows and cars, of course while seemingly completely casual and relaxed. This is my home-court, my job!

"Where do you come from, Cammie?"

"Here and there." I answered cryptically.

"Last name?"

"Names are everything, Goode."

"Name?"

"Morgan."

"Cammie Morgan… Wait. Matthew Morgan?"

"Yeah. Look, somebody finally found that one out." I drawled out.

His eyes opened up into awe-struck baby deer eyes for a moment. He looked down at me in wonder. Laughter exploded from my gut as I looked up at him. We were facing each other now. His chin right at my forehead as we looked at each other.

The moment was interrupted by a crackling in our ears. "Cammie. How many windows are open in the office building behind you?"

"15."

"Wrong." Joe blabbed out in joy and I rolled my eyes.

I rose my voice to talk over his gloating, "Look again, one opened right as I answered the question."

The comms went silent for a minute and then Solomon went to question Bex about the car license plates like nothing had happened. My comms suddenly turned off in the middle of Joe's questioning.

Zach put his finger to his ear and fidgeted around with the little device. He took it out and looked at it before looking up at me. "My comms is broken."

I laughed, "No, Joe is being a child and he turned it off because I beat him at his own game."

"Solomon? Childish? Calling him Joe? How are you still alive?" He flung his arms around to stress his point.

"Well, Zach, something else about me. My god-father's name is Joseph Solomon."

His jaw dropped to the ground, "Really?"

"Yup," I nodded, "Family of spies. We have connections, ya know?"

He was speechless and stared down at me as his hand rose up and ruffled through his messy black hair. His dark eyes were wide with little crinkles around them, his eyes still smiling from earlier.

We walked over to a bench near the fountain in the middle of the square and our comms turned back on. Bex was making her way to drop-off the coin, and she was heading towards me.

She approached me and 'accidentally' tripped over my foot. I stood up, "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!"

I reached to pat her shoulder and we brushed hands right before she said, "I'm fine, it was my fault."

The coin was in my hand and it was my turn to pass it off.

Zach stood up and followed me as I walked around the fountain. I examined it as I decided who to pass it off to. My eyes trailed up to the highest top tier of the water entertainment. At the very top of the center tower, water came from each sides on the edge of the circle that the top face made. I almost missed it, but I never miss anything.

A red feather on the very top of the fountain. My breath sped up a little bit. I turned toward the van.

"Joe. She's here."

Zach's POV

I didn't know what was happening and that was a first. All I knew is that we were making small talk, Cammie got the penny and suddenly froze and told Solomon that 'she' was here. For the first time since I met him, Mr. Solomon was freaking out.

"Cammie! Get out of here, now!" He shouted into comms, getting out of the van and pointing at us and then at the school.

"Joe, I've got this."

Cammie looked Joe square in the eyes from across the square. Her stance was confident and a grim smirk was on her face. If I weren't so close to her, I would have been completely fooled. But I wasn't. Her hand was gripping the penny and her knuckles were turning white. Her face was stiff and her stance wasn't as confident as if first seemed.

I saw Solomon run his hand through his hair. "Cammie, be safe. Your father would kill me if anything happened to you.

"The rest of you, come back to the van, I'm turning off comms!"

The buzzing in my ear stopped but I noticed Cammie listening intently to whatever she was hearing from Mr. Solomon. I was listening to a one-sided conversation.

"Don't let Dad know.."

"I've beat her before!"

"Yeah, just bring the students back. I've got my pistol, don't worry."

"I'll try to be back soon."

The conversation apparently ended and she took out her comms and handed them to me. She reached under her flannel and pulled out a little pistol from her pants (I assume).

"Go back to the van," She cocked her pistol, "I've got to take care of something."

I looked at her open-mouthed. I mean, all the experiences that I've had with her while she was here were a little insightful. She could do the Triple DB Combo, she had some secret life, our teachers respected her, she was the daughter of spy legends, but I have to say that I was fully surprised that she was going out after someone based on a feather.

"Don't you need backup? I can help you."

She laughed, "It's fine, Zach, I can take care of myself."

Crowds started to appear in the town square. The area was getting busier and busier by the second. Families and friends walked around without a care in the world, holding shopping bags and purses. We stood in our own little island, unaffected by busy hour.

My eyebrows were furrowed and worry lines appeared on my face. "Are you sure?"

Cammie gave me a smile and winked at me, "I wouldn't be the Chameleon if I wasn't."

With that final word she disappeared into the crowd. I craned my neck to look for her, but she was gone. There was no flash of blonde hair, or a swipe of a certain plaid jacket.

I was left to turn around and push around the bustling people, before I reached the van and sat down. Solomon sat in the front, his short dark hair rustled around and his green eyes darting around outside. His forehead showed 3 deeply creased lines as he put his head in his hands and rubbed his temple in an attempt to relieve stress.

"Is Cammie the Chameleon?"

His head snapped up and he spotted me sitting by the doors. My classmates had looks of shock on their faces as they looked curiously at both me and Solomon and awaited an answer.

"What makes you think that?" He eyed me suspiciously.

I shrugged, "That's what she told me before she went off by herself. It doesn't sound very likely though."

Solomon smiled wistfully, obviously thinking to himself, changing the whole demeanor in the van. Everyone craned their heads forward in anticipation to hear the answer. I already knew it. It made complete silence was broken.

"Well?" Dr. Steve stuck his head to the side of the passenger seat, his existence suddenly remembered by all in the van.

"Yeah. That's her." Solomon gave a bittersweet smile, "One of the best in the business."

"So she's the Chameleon," I started off and looked as Solomon nodded his head in confirmation. I thought for a minute. I was onto something, it was on the tip of my tongue. There was something I was missing.

"The red feather! The Chameleon!" I burst out, slapping myself in the forehead. "That means… that means that Catherine is here."

I looked at Solomon and he gave another nod. I was right. My mother was here to get Cammie.

That's when the world went black

AN: A couple people have been commenting about how Cammie is OOC. I know that and I made this story because I wanted to try a reinvention of Cammie. Some of the actual character will still be there and more of her personality will filter in. If you don't like the OOC Cammie, I apologize.

This is also a shorter chapter because I felt like it wouldn't have a good chapter ending if I added in some stuff about what Cammie was up to.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!