Hey guys! I guess you guys are like whoa! She's alive? She's actually updated? Is this a dream? Well before you start pinching yourself, yes I have updated. I don't personally think this is worth the wait. Might edit it in the near future.. who knows?

Considering I've been gone for so long you might want to read back to chapter one… just saying.

Okay, as requested I'm dedicating this chapter to SharonLoves1D

Please don't hate, but I'm actually going to confess to you guys, that I may have forgotten about the story for personal reasons. Sorry, please forgive me!

I would like to say thanks to:

GGirl - Thanks for the reviews every chapter
The Chameleon.x – that's a secret ;) and thanks for the reviews
maryclumsykatherine - I must say I laughed when I saw your comment on hunting me down and oddly, it made my day. Thanks for the reviews and understanding I have a life.

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"You heard" Mom said as she turned to look at me, placing the warm plate of flat pizza in front of me and taking her spot on the couch. I had skipped breakfast, including the first lesson and had just woken up from tossing and turning all night from the news. My wrinkled red shirt smelled like Macey's new perfume and I had carelessly flung on some shorts in the morning, not exactly realizing how breezy it was today.

"The files-"I said

"Are Confidential Cammie" Mom stated, grabbing a thin slice of pizza and taking a small bite of the tip. I grabbed the piece with the most cheese and watched as a trail of cheese stuck to the rest of the pizza as I tried to pull it out. I nodded my head in defeat as I felt the warmth and flavour of the pizza tingle in my mouth (A/n this is random, but I'm hungry for Pizza now)

"10 bullet holes in the van, I want an explanation" Mom said, after a silence of nothing but eating.

"They disguised themselves and took me to DC. To the Cemetery to be exact" I said, not looking at my mom but outside where there were fresh raindrops racing down the window sill. Without even looking I knew my mom was nodding. That she understood, and I didn't have to say anymore. She placed her hand on top of mine and smiled at me warmly before getting up and brushing the crumbs off her jeans. I snapped my head to the direction of her desk and noticed the phone ringing and my mom cautiously picking it up.

This was my cue to leave, exiting the warmth of the room and into the colder hallways. The next class would have started 5 minutes ago, and without thinking I walked towards the elevator to Sublevel 1 unprepared, not even wearing my uniform. But something in my gut told me I wasn't going to be doing anything exciting except fill in a Mission Report on everything that had happened on the little road-trip my team mates had technically kidnapped me for.

I knocked slightly on the door and watched Joe Solomon pacing back and forth explaining three new techniques of tailing, but stopped short when he tossed me a folder that had been sitting next to his coffee mug and pointed to an isolated desk in the side of the classroom with a pen at the ready. I nodded and grabbed it off him, stalking off the lonely area before resting down on the hard rock seat.

The folder contained nothing but blank pieces of paper and two or three sheets with the details that the CIA had gathered about my road-trip. Pen at the ready, I took a deep breath and hunched over the paper, turning it at an awkward angle that was comfortable to write for me.

(This is just a professional report on the mission from last chapter)

05:00 Hours

Believing to be on a mission to tail a Cahill Operative, Agent C had reported to the kitchen of Gallagher Academy at 05:00 hours on the dot to be escorted by Agent Joe Solomon to a Kitchen Services Delivery Van where the Agent was to be transported to DC for her mission. At 05:03, Agents inside the Delivery Van reveal themselves as Agent C's team, taking off their disguises but did not disclose any information to Agent C but what was happening or where they going. The team had stated to Agent that the tailing mission on Cahill was being taken care of and refused to talk anymore to Agent until they reached destination.

Destination revealed to be Washington DC Cemetery, to visit the grave of recently deceased Agent, Hutch Olivera who was KIA on a mission with Agent C, a month ago. At 06:04 a gunshot had been heard near cemetery and something had hit Agent C but had missed around 4mm away from suggested target aka the operative.

I stopped for a bit as I wrote this, stretching my hands and fingers to get them to relax, noticing how my hand had turned pale as snow, gripping the pen hard. This was the worst part about being a spy. Experiencing the action but having to relive moments you didn't want to when you write the report. It had to be detailed and professional, and every word on the paper seemed to haunt me like the time I had written the Mission Report on the death of Hutch.

*Flashback

"Okay Kiddo, you'll have an hour to get it finished" Aunt Abby said, as she poised the pencil from the tip of her nail to the desk skilfully. It was two days before I arrived at Gallagher, the bullet wound was still fresh and so were the memories and scars. That's why the report needed to be early. So everything a spy saw, heard or touched that mission was fresh and remembered so another pair of eyes could read it, examine it and stuff it into a folder and stored in the archives.

The hands had only slightly trembled as I took the pencil and I tried to ignore the twisted feeling in my stomach as I closed my eyes and felt a flashback to the day. I opened my eyes quickly and scribbled down the words quickly and as neat as I could do.

The quicker I went, the quicker this ended.

30 minutes had passed and already I had written a page and a half of objectives, the Gala and then I got to the last part, my hands shaking vigorously and the neat handwriting looking more messed up as I went. I placed the pencil down on the desk hard as I saw the last line I wrote on the once crisp white paper

Around 9:14pm, Agent Hutch Olivera became KIA and only the blood on Operatives hand was the last thing she saw before drugged and knocked out.

*End Flashback

KIA

The words had still haunted me, it wouldn't go away. It was like an unmistakable plague but it was the truth and it was reality. I made sure that tears didn't make any appearance, as I squeezed my eyes shut to cease their existence. Now, wasn't the time for water works, not in front of people who'll only see weakness.

I shuffled through the sheets and details the CIA had given about the road-trip, my eyes stopped at a sentence that caught my eye.

Terms to terminate status on Alex Wolver – considered.

I finished the report, and stuffed it into the folder, placing it on Joe's desk when he had his back turned to the class to get something from a small desk. He noticed the way I harshly slammed it on the table but he nodded at me when he turned around and I squeezed in a place next to Bex and Anna Fetterman.

I knocked on Mom's door three times before hearing an answer. The warmth hit me and I looked up to find Zach there sitting causally on the chair with his signature smirk.

What was he doing here?

"Cammie, nice of you to join us" Mom said as I slid in the seat that was positioned a bit too close to Zach, that I could feel his knees just lightly brush up against me, I tried to edge away but Mom gave me a this one look that said it all. Don't move a muscle.

"Get used to Zach being near you Cammie" Mom stated as she riffled through the mountains of paperwork, with one hand occupied by a mug of hot coffee. The steam from the coffee was seen through the lighting the window gave out before evaporating and disappearing in sight, I looked longingly at the disappearing steam wishing I could do that right now. Just disappear out of thin air.

"Why is that?" I said, my voice almost rising

"You should learn to contain your anger" Zach's voice rang into my ears. I whipped around with my ponytail just missing his face. I noticed his body flinich at the action and I smiled but still staring at him hard.

"You should learn to contain your comments" I said, looking at him with eyebrows raised.

"This is never going to work if you two are going to be like that" Mom said sighing and plopping herself down on her seat. I gave her a look to carry on and she smiled.

"We've received word that the COC agents that are based in New York is on the move, they purchased plane tickets to DC, they're landing there in 5 hours so to speak" Mom said shifting her eyes from Zach and I

"And you want us to…" I said trailing my voice expecting her to continue on for me.

"I want YOU to do nothing" she said emphasizing on the you and staring right at me.

"But..." I continued on

"Stay out of trouble, I heard about your little run in with Josh, Cammie not this time" Mom said

"Then what's he doing here?" I said turning to Zach who I swore had permanently plastered that smirk on his face

"That doesn't matter" Mom said trying to avoid the question as I had a mini stare-down with Zach.

"Off you go, wouldn't want to be late to class" She continued.

"Wait, there's something I need to talk to you about" I quickly said

"Well..." my mom said waiting

"Privately" I stated, glancing over at Zach.

"If it's about Alex, I have no say in the matter Cammie and that's that" Mom said. I tried not to cringe at the sound of the chair scraping against the wooden floor as I pulled my chair back to leave. Zach had gotten to the door first and leaned against the doorframe waiting for me to pass him before trailing behind.

"Why were you there?" I asked, turning around. He pondered for a second before opening his mouth and closing it.

"Confidential?" I suggested

"You could say that" He said smirking

"Well good thing I'm the best at finding this out" I placed a matching smirk on my face and whirled back around.

"You can try" Zach said

I really shouldn't be doing this…
I really shouldn't be doing this at four in the morning, but here I was with my laptop propped on my lap and hacking into the CIA files like no tomorrow, just to find out more of the mysterious Zachary Richard Goode.

"His middle name is Richard" I mumbled as I got through the first part of his file. In 30 minutes that was all the information I got but at least his file was easier to get than mine.

Yes this chapter is shorter than me, and that's saying a lot… and yes I've been gone for like what? A few months…

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