We're in DC? Why? According to the card our teacher left us, we have to be at the ruby slipper exhibit by four without any tails. Easy. I'm going to stay with Grant; he's my best friend.

There was another school here, The Gallagher Academy. I bet their school isn't for spies, like mine. Gallagher is an all girls school while Blackthorne is all boys. Grant and I were resting from losing tails. We were on a bench, so we decided to check out some girls.

We saw two Gallagher girls walking past us. Grant was drooling over the one with a dark complexion who twirled. Believe me, she was very pretty, but my eyes were stuck on the one with light brown hair and blue eyes. I don't know why, but there's something about her. Grant's girl looked over to us with a pleading look, and mine shook her head and kept walking. We stayed on the bench for a few more minutes then left toward the exhibit. We only went through a couple of counter surveillance moves. I was sure no one was behind us.

After a couple minutes, I turned to say something to Grant, but he was gone. How did I lose Grant? Oh well. Let's get this mission over with.

Being my cocky self, I didn't bother checking for any more tails. I walked up to the exhibit with a smirk on my face. My smirk disappeared when I was face to face with Joseph Solomon. What's he doing here?

"You're four seconds late," Mr. Solomon said as if he were my teacher, which he's not.

"I'm alone, aren't I?" I said, my smirk returning.

"Are you?" My smirk faltered. What did he mean? The blue-eyed Gallagher girl I saw earlier came from the shadows and stood proudly next to Mr. Solomon. "Have you met my goddaughter? Zach this is Cammie. Your tail." My mouth was gaped.

She smiled sweetly. "Hey Blackthorne Boy." I blinked. She shouldn't know about Blackthorne!

"Gallagher Girl."

"Okay, Cammie, gather the others and go to the van. Zach, go get in the helicopter," Mr. Solomon said.

"Bye, Joe. Bye, Zach," she said as she walked away. She was tailing? I feel so stupid!

"Don't get too down, Zach. She's one of the best spies I know." Why doesn't that make me feel better?

I walked back to the helicopter. I was the last one there, because I was walking so slowly, but I didn't care. I got beat by a girl. Badly.

I didn't want anyone to bother me. Everyone was asking me questions. I gave them small answers

"Did you get there in time?"

"No."

"Were you tailed?"

"Yes."

"By who?"

"A girl."

"Who was she?"

"I don't know."

"Was she hot?"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

The rest of the ride was silent, except for the whispers. Yes, even guys gossip (not as bad as girls though). When we got back, it was time for dinner. I just wanted to eat, then retreat back to my room. I didn't expect that to happen…