I wasn't scared, Gallagher Girls don't get scared on ops. That was all this was; I wasn't leaving or sneaking out, I was going on a op. Except for this time I wouldn't have Mr. Solomon and my sisters voices chattering in my ear. All I had was my backpack and my training. I kept repeating these thoughts as I hurried through one of only a few passages still open. I knew what I had to do; nothing could change my mind.

I reached the end of the hallway, one hard push on the wall in front of my and I was free. I could see the high walls that surrounded my sisterhood, protecting the secrets within. My thoughts drifted back a couple days, back to the moment that I realized that Blackthorne was a school for assassins. I cut that thought right of track, thinking of Blackthorne would mean thinking of Zach and I did not need to be distracted by Zach right now.

I crept along the wall, out of the view of the cameras until I reached the road. Looking back at my school one last time, I fled into the night, towards Roseville. I ran hard and fast but my breath came steady.

I reached the town easily; I used to do that run all the time to visit Josh.

I walked into town and found the gazebo. The place where Zack and I had stood not long ago and he told me to find the journal that would explain everything. My father's journal.

I put my head in my hands and slumped onto the steps. What was I doing? I didn't have a ride, a place to go; nothing. I knew that I had leave Gallagher Academy and find answers about my father and the circle; but where should I begin?

Knowing that dawn was coming and that my roommates would tell my mom the instant they didn't find me in my bed; I started to walk. I made it a few blocks and I could feel a pair of eyes on me. I turned around and saw that there were eyes on me, two big yellow eyes of a stray cat. I closed my eyes and took a breath; I was paranoid. I opened my eyes and kept going, still feeling a pair of eyes on me, so I used all the techniques I knew for counter surveillance.

I reached the edge of town and stopped for a moment. I listened closely and checked my surroundings twice. Satisfied that I didn't have anyone on my tail I turned around and started on the long road that would eventually take me to the town of Arendell a few miles down the road.

I checked around me constantly, knowing that I was out in the open, therefore an easy target. I distracted myself with the thoughts of what I would do when I got to Arendell. I needed a car, but I didn't have much money. I needed shelter and a place to stay until I figured out where to go next.

I couldn't stay in a hotel; that's where my mom would check first. Maybe I could find a tree house in someone's backyard. Or hang out in the sewers until nightfall.

Distracted by my thoughts I didn't even hear the car coming up the road until to late. I jumped behind the guardrail and prayed that the driver hadn't see me.

I had run out of luck because I heard the engine cut off, and the door open. I held my breath and stayed completely still.

I couldn't be caught this early. As I prayed that I wouldn't be found, I heard the person whisper-yell.

"Gallagher Girl! I know you are around here somewhere."

I straightened up and looked at the boy who hadn't left my mind for days.

"Zach," I asked slowly, praying that I wasn't hallucinating.

"Thank god." He ran over and hugged me tight. So many questions ran through my mind. How did he get the car? Had he been following me?

I spoke the question I really wanted the answer to, "How did you know I had left?"

He just pointed to himself, "Spy."

I smiled at him, and then began to frown. "You can't be here I have to do this alone."

"Do you have a car?"

I started to speak but he cut me off. "Do you have a place to stay? Do you know where to look?"

"I'll figure it out," I said, straightening up, he would not show me up.

He grabbed my shoulders, "Cammie, you need me."

I thought about it, spies needed allies, and Zach was probably the best ally I could have.

"Fine, I guess I could use some help."

"Excellent," and for the first time in I-don't-remember-how-long, he smiled.

He opened my door for me then ran around to the driver's seat. He gave me his mischievous smile as he said, "Hold on tight."