A.N. Please please please let me know what you think of this Chapter! It came to meand I just started writing so there isn't really any plot to it yet just points I want to incorporate. So if you have ideas or don't like it let me know! Thanks guys!

Cammie P.O.V.

"Ladies, last semester, you encountered another brand of operatives. They beat you at your own game. Today, I am giving you a chance to redeem yourself. Class dismissed; meet here at 0300 with a single bag. This will be your winter final." Mr. Solomon left almost as abruptly as he appeared. I hadn't even had time to open a book.

"Well, we have almost a full hour what should we do?" I turned in my chair to face my best friends in the world.

It was Macey who answered, "We pack."

That was how I ended up sitting on my bed, watching as Macey ran around the room, from closets to bags to drawers and back. Macey had insisted on packing for us, after all, she was the fashonista of the group.

For those of you who don't know, although you really should due to required security levels and all, my name is Cameron Ann Morgan. I am sixteen and attend The Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women where I am a sophomore. I am a plain teenage girl, with light brown hair and blue eyes; nothing too special, not like my roommates.

First there was Bex. Her full name was Rebecca Baxter, but I suggest never using her full name, take it from someone who has been on the opposite side of one of her kicks or any other attack for that matter. She had light brown skin and caramel-colored eyes. She is the first non-American Gallagher girl, but my mom and her parents pulled some strings and got her in. She was a British beauty with an abrasive side. Yet I loved her all the same. She was the brawn of our group.

Next there was our southern belle, Miss Elizabeth Sutton, known more fondly as Liz. She was as skinny as a tooth pick with straight blonde hair. Her parents were not spys in any capacity, she was accepted into Gallagher because of her intelligence, a feat that awarder her many accolades including being the brains behind all of our operations.

Last, but by no means least, we had Macey McHenry, possibly the truest Gallagher girl of us all since she was a descendant of Gillian Gallagher, the founder of our school. She had started school late and had to play a major game of catch-up, but with our help, this dark haired beauty with the bright blue eyes had caught up and was on track to graduate with Liz, Bex and I. She was our consultant on all things teen and, more specifically, boy.

We spent the rest of our free hour packing and speculating on what the actual assignment was. It was established that there was definitely Blackthorne Boys involved and us Gallagher Girls were going to have a rematch. That left several things to the imagination including the where, the why and the how. And one thing we Gallagher girls did quite well was imagine. Our theories ranged from following to planting bugs to grand theft auto to kidnapping, but the bell rang before our imaginations got out of control.

Zach's P.O.V.

"Gentleman!" Agent Townsend, our replacement CoveOps teacher called out into the dim room filled with my classmates. I turned away from Grant and Jonas to face the man, might as well give him a little respect, "Need I remind you that I am here of no free will of my own? That I was forced into this hell hole along with you."

"And why was that, Sir?" Grant, one of my best friends, asked. I sent him a look out of the corner of my eye. The boy was about as tall as I was with much more bulk to him, particularly in his arms; after all, I preferred the non-steroid-but-still-muscular-look.

"Ignoring Mr. Newman's comment," he turned to Grant with a evil glint in his eyes, "for now." Glint gone, and talking to rest of the class, "For a reward from the Headmaster for God knows what, your class will be attending a baseball game for your next Covert Operation field test. Be packed, we leave at 1500 hours."

"How long will we be there, Sir?" This time it was Jonas. He was almost the exact opposite of Grant with his short, but lanky frame with his black buzz cut and silver glasses. I had a feeling he was thinking about how this trip would effect his development of some top-secret contraption.

"We will be there just over night. We will stay in the cheapest motel money could buy, head to the game and then come back. You will get your assignments when we arrive. Class dismissed."