If I wasn't a spy, I would've been shaking with anticipation all day. But I am. So I just gave off my usual cocky attitude. Cammie still hasn't shown up. I haven't gotten worried yet. There's not really anywhere she could have gone. She'll turn up.

Ten rolled around and I snuck into the foyer. A manila folder was waiting for me. I listened closely for whoever left it here. After a moment of silence, I gingerly picked up the folder and tucked it into my jacket. Surprisingly, it was really cold here at night.

I started making it back to my room when I heard shuffling and light groaning. I glanced around. I cursed myself silently for going down this hallway, one with no passages. The noise was from someone behind me so I sped up a little to get around the corner. The footsteps were dragged out too much. Whoever it is must be dazed or something. The groans were light—it was a girl. Once I made it around the corner, I waited two seconds before I looked back.

Cammie. It was Cammie. I rushed to her side as she was about to fall. She looked like she got run over ten times by a truck and then thrown off a building. Cuts were on her face and arms. She wasn't walking on her left foot, so I assumed it was at least sprained. Her hair was tangled and bruises were staring to form. My blood started to boil. I don't know where she went to day, but she's never going there again. I swear I'll kill the mother fucker that did this to Cammie.

"Mmm," Cammie groaned. Her eye looked a little black and swollen as she opened it and looked at me. "Zach?"

"Yeah, Cam. I'm here. Are you okay?" I asked while I tried to get her walking. It pained me every time she grunted in pain from her ankle.

"I don't know," she said so quietly I barely heard. "Ow." I stopped walking. This wasn't going to work. I carefully scooped her up in my warms and started to take her to her room. Her arms went around my neck to keep her steady. Her head started to droop. I imagine she'd be exhausted. It didn't take long before we were at her door.

I kicked the door. No answer. I kicked it a little harder. As I was about to kick it a third time, it swung open.

"Cammie, you better be here to-" Bex immediately stopped talking as she saw us.

"Holy shit! Cammie!" Macey cried, coming to the doorway.

"What happened?" Liz was already in tears.

"I don't know," I answered, "but I sure as hell am going to find out.