when in doubt, spy it out

part ventisei

credit to ally carter

chameleon POV

"Cam, what are you doing?" Liz asked, from behind me. I hadn't even heard her come in.

I cursed under my breath in Farsi, and turned around to look at her. "Nothing, Liz, don't worry about it."

She looked at the bag sitting next to the front door, the jacket I was wearing, and the car keys I was slipping into my pocket.

"Are you on some crazy suicidal mission or something?" She yelled. "You can't do this again! You can't just leave me again!" Her face was bright red and she was screaming.

"Liz," I tried to soothe, to stop her from drawing attention.

"What is going on here?" Solomon asked, suddenly appearing behind Liz.

"She's leaving," Liz looked at me accusingly.

"Oh really?" Solomon cocked an eyebrow.

Mom and Abby appeared behind him, and two seconds later Grant and Zach came down from the attic from sparring.

"Then go." Solomon said.

"What! Joe!" Abby and Mom cried at once.

"If she thinks she can do everything on her own, then let her go." He looked straight at me. "I mean, you survived the first time, and surely you know you're not invincible."

"Joe-" Zach started, but Solomon cut him off.

"Go ahead, Cameron." He nodded toward the door. "If you think you're invincible, go on your rescue mission, go try to infiltrate the Circle just like Matthew Morgan did. You know how well it turned out for him." He spoke coolly.

"I don't care what you think," Liz spoke suddenly, out of character, to both Solomon and I. She moved past me in front of the door and crossed her arms. "I'm not letting you leave."

"It was never your decision, Liz." I said, not looking at her.

"Oh but you made it my choice, Cam, don't you remember?" She said, referring to when I told her she and Macey and Bex could come with me next time.

"It was a mistake, too dangerous." I shook my head.

"Oh so it's alright for you to risk your life, but not okay for the rest of us to want to help you?" Grant interrupted.

"You can't!" I yelled. "I barely got Macey, Bex, and Liz out of there the first time let alone myself! And now they have my grandparents! I don't see anyone else actually doing something! So if I have to do it myself," I roughly pushed past Liz, grabbing the bag too, "So be it!"

"Joe! How could you let her go!" I heard my mother yell. "This isn't the classroom! She's your daughter!"

I ran to the minivan, fumbling with the keys momentarily. I climbed in, threw my bag in the passenger side and was about to put the keys into the ignition when my door was pulled open, and Grant's angry face appeared.

He yanked me out of the car, and as I struggled to fight him, Zach appeared from the snowy landscape and grabbed hold of my legs, with a tight grip. I kicked, whacked, and yelled for them to let me go, but they only did when we were safely back inside and they dumped me on Abby's bed, quickly running out only after Liz threw my bag inside and locking the door behind them.

I screamed, and banged on the door. "Let! Me! Out!" I screamed.

I slid down the door and buried my head in my hands. After thinking for a bit, I realized there was only one thing I could do at a time like this.

So I pulled out my phone and stared at it for a second before dialing a number.

"Speak."

"It's Cameron Morgan."

"To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I want to infiltrate the Circle. I can get on the inside."

There was pause. "You know where to meet me. Tomorrow, at noon."

"Thank you, Mr. Townsend."

The line disconnected.

I smiled, knowing my plan was being put into action. Then I made one more call.

The moon shone lightly through the window as I waited. And waited. And waited.

Finally, I heard the small sound of someone breaking into Abby's window from the outside. So I zipped up my jacket and grabbed my bag.

The window popped off, and I climbed out.

Macey put the window back and sealed it shut. She sighed. "I can't believe I'm actually helping you do this, Cameron."

I shrugged and smiled at her. "Thanks, Macey."

"You better stay alive," She commented, brushing her hair out of her face as we travelled toward the Jeep she had commandeered.

"I will." I looked at her as we climbed in the vehicle. "I promise."

After she started the Jeep and climbed out of the driveway she spoke again. "I hope you don't mind, I called in some backup."

I glanced in the rearview mirror to see Grant sitting in the seat behind me.

"You called my brother? How did you manage that?" I asked incredulously.

She shrugged. "I've got connections."

"If you're going to do this, Cammie, it's just as much my fight as yours." Grant said, leaning forward. "I'm not going to let my sister go into a battle alone."

I looked back at him. "Thanks, Grant."

We drove in silence until Macey pulled up to an abandoned gas station. There was a motorcycle and a civic waiting there.

She pulled her shades on and smiled at me as we climbed out of the Jeep. "This is where we depart, Cam." She looked at Grant. "You take care of my girl, you hear, Smith?"

He nodded seriously. "Of course I will."

She nodded back. "Good." She turned to me and pulled me into a big, long hug. "Be careful, please. You got to make it to my wedding."

"I will," I promised, pulling her tighter.

She let go, and stepped away, climbing onto the motorcycle. "See you later, Cam." She called, "Bye, Grant!" And she sped away, toward her fiancé.

I watched her disappear down the road, and breathed out a sigh before turning to Grant.

He put his arm around me. "Alright, let's get a move on."

We climbed into the civic, me in the passenger seat. "Where we going, Cam?" He asked, backing out and following the way Macey had left.

"We're going to meet Townsend, at the CIA base." I said. "In Langley."

He just raised an eyebrow at me. "Oh, really? I thought he was MI6?"

I nodded. "He is, but he's meeting us there."

He just nodded, and we again, rode in silence, for an hour an a half until we reached Langley.

We parked a ways away, and walked into the mall I had once before with my mother, and I dragged Grant into the dressing room of a women's store with me.

The mirror scanned Grant and I's retinas, and I spoke, "Cameron Ann Morgan, student at Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women."

"Grant Joseph Smith, student at Blackthorne Institute for Troubled Young Men."

"Access Granted." A robotic voice spoke, as the mirror slid away, and a ladder dropped down.

We climbed down, and a guard greeted us at the bottom, making sure we were ourselves.

Once we got our passes and were inside the base, people turned and whispered.

"They're legendary. Solomon's twins."

"Are those Solomon and Cameron's kids?"

"What the hell are they doing here?"

Grant and I held out heads high, walking toward the conference room to meet Townsend.

We walked in and I closed the door behind us.

"Miss Morgan," He greeted, from his large seat. "Mr. Smith." He looked at the both of us. "Never did I expect to see both of Joseph Solomon's children working together, nonetheless in the same room."

"Sir," I said, sitting in a chair.

"Let's get down to it then," He said, lacing his fingers and leaning forward. "The plan is, one of our double agents in the Circle will claim to have captured you and your brother, where you will both gain their trust. It's easier for Grant, since he was trained as an assassin and a lot of their recruits come from Blackthorne. I know you've already talked to Ms. Goode, Cameron, so you can use your previous conversations and agreements to your advantage." He leaned back. "You do know this is a great risk, and the probability of your grandparents survival is minimal, correct?"

I looked straight at him. "They're probably already dead."

He nodded. "True. Now, since you and Grant are already eighteen, your parents do not need to know about this, nor do you need their consent, but," he said. "They both have enough clearance to view every step of your mission. You know, once you get in there, the only possible contact you will have is through the double agents. But, we will imbed trackers under your skin."

Grant and I nodded. "Let's do this."

Townsend was leading Grant and I out of the room when a commotion reached our ears. We turned to see a very angry crowd of people surrounding Abigail Cameron and Zachary Goode.

"They're my niece and nephew," She snapped to someone, "I have a right to see them."

"It's not you we're worried about, it's him," someone said, referring to Zach.

"He's one of us." She snapped back. "So I don't give a damn what you say or think," She grabbed Zach's shoulder, and pushed through the angry crowd, but stopped when she saw Grant and I standing by Townsend.

"What are you doing, Grant?" Zach yelled. "Of all people, I thought you agreed with us!" He yelled. "You're putting yourself and Cameron in danger!" He yelled, pushing forward, but Abby held him back.

"Zach is right," She said coolly. "You two really shouldn't be doing this."

I looked at Grant. "But we are." I replied in the same tone. We turned around to follow Townsend, "And Aunt Abby?" I said, "Merry Christmas."

With those last words, Grant and I walked out of the CIA base with Townsend, preparing for the greatest, and maybe final, mission of our lives.

"You ready?" I asked Grant.

He shook his head. "You'd think being trained to be an assassin my entire life would prepare me for this but no," He said. "How about you?"

I shook my head also. "You'd think since I'd been captured by the Circle before I'd be ready for this but no," I smiled at him, "But I'm glad I have you on my side this time, Grant."

He smiled right back at me. "You know I love you, Cam, right?" He asked as we climbed into a bulletproof CIA issued Escalade.

I nodded. "I love you too, Grant." I leaned into his side. "We'll make it back," I murmured.

"I hope so," He said, as the car started and we pulled out of the base, to the greatest mission anyone had ever gone on.

I turned around and watched the base fade out of my vision and I couldn't help but think, what am I doing?

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