Solomon's P.O.V

"I'm doing it mom!" Cammie yelled at her mother.

"No you are not Cameron!" The woman yelled back.

"I'm not going to hide my daughter from the world!" She glanced down at the boy sitting on the bed that separated them, "And neither will Zach, right?"

"I think I hear Audrey." And he was gone.

"As your headmistress I forbid this."

"Really? The headmistress card? I'm pretty sure my headmistress should've kicked me out by now."

"You know what Cammie? If you want to subject yourself and your family to this go right ahead. But don't say I didn't warn you!"

"Mom." Cammie spoke, looking around the room. The other woman responded with a hostile "What?" But Cammie continued her search, moving about the rooms of the apartment the family of three had been living in for the past year or so, "Where's Audrey?"

Bex's P.O.V.

It had been a little over a year since Audrey was born. Cammie had returned to class a few months after the birth, giving her enough time to lose the baby weight and work out a babysitting and feeding schedule for the baby girl. Students were under the impression that Zach and Cammie were living in a sort of quarantine to ensure they were mentally, physically and emotionally stable after their mission and that every morning they have a check up, which is why Zach comes to breakfast before Cammie.

Now why am I telling you these trivial facts? So that you will understand that the whispers and murmurs had long since halted, but they were back now. I watched as my sisters' and not-so-new brothers' heads swiveled to face the open doorway. I followed their gazes, feeling my jaw drop open as I watched Zachary Goode casually stroll into the dining hall in his khakis and blazer with a little toddler on his hip.

He made his way over to our table, completely ignoring the stares and lack of sounds, "Bex, can you hold her while I get her breakfast?" I nodded and allowed him to place the little girl in my lap, slowly closing my jaw.

"Auny Beck!" Audrey spoke, smiling up at me with her few-toothed smile gracing her face.

"Hey baby girl." I smile at her.

"Do you like my hair! Daddy did it." She laughed, playing with the two low ponytails Zach had created, one behind each ear.

"They are beautiful sweetheart."

Tina's P.O.V.

"Tina, who is that!" Anna turned to me after Zach dropped the child with Bex and proceeded to the buffet.

"I have no idea." I spoke quietly, shaking my head.

That's when Cammie flew through the door, glancing about frantically. She ran to Zach and they exchanged hushed words, ending with Zach pointing over to the child. Cammie swatted at his chest before moving swiftly to the table where her friends sat and scooping up the girl.

"No." I murmered.

"What?" Anna asked urgently.

"How long were Zach and Cammie gone?"

"Zach showed up like five months after they left and Cammie was a few months after that." I did the math in my head. Five months, plus the three-month summer that's eight. Nine and they were in Italy.

"That's their daughter." I whispered pointing at the baby Cammie was bouncing on her lap, sitting beside Liz.

Cammie's P.O.V.

"Zach! How could you! What the hell!" I yelled at him when he sat down beside me, placing a plate of fruit in front of Audrey.

He shrugged and smirked, helping Audrey to take hold of the fork, "You and your mom were fighting and she was hungry."

I sighed, watching Audrey try to cram the too-big piece of cantaloupe into her too-small mouth, "Honey, you'll choke." I took the fruit from her and cut it in half before giving it back, "I guess you're right." I looked back to Zach, "Next time tell me."

"You're right, I'm sorry Gallagher Girl." He looped his arm around me and pulled me in so close that I was almost on his lap, "How about I make it up to you later tonight?"

"Remember where that got us last time?" I bounced the baby on my lap, causing her to whine in protest and wrinkle her little face in concentration as she tried to stab another piece of fruit.

"Now, that wasn't exactly a bad thing. Was it?" Zach smiled cheekily at me before helping Audrey pierce the orange food.

Catherine's P.O.V.

"I've told you all I know." The young woman leaned back in her chair.

"Brooke. You don't get it do you? You were a part of a terrorist organization. You are now nineteen. You will be tried as an adult as soon as we hand you over to the C.I.A. in the morning. You will face the death penalty and I guarantee you that if the roles were reversed Charles wouldn't hesitate to sell you out."

"Problem is Agent Goode," she sneered at me, "I have no idea where he is anymore. He was on the island. With me. I snuck away. Had your friend in there," She jerked her head toward the one-way mirror, "been just a bit nicer you would have known that soon enough. As far as I'm concerned, I never killed anyone, my mom did. And I thought, in America, one could live their life regardless of who their parents were. Plus I saved two future operatives and their daughter, I think I've atoned for any sins you people have accused me of. And you're wrong about Charles."

"Goodbye Ms. Housley." I stood from my seat and left the room, entering the door immediately to the right, "If he was going to make his move he would have made it by now."

"I guess your right." He closed the curtain over the window, but not before I saw Brooke wipe the tear away from her eye.

Brooke's P.O.V.

It was far past midnight when the knock on my door came, "It's me. It's time." The young girl's voice was hushed and frightened.

I smirked, I quickly picked the lock to my handcuffs with a needle I found in the corner of the room. The door opened and I looked at the young girl standing before me. She wasn't really young, she was a senior, just naïve. I had promised her I would give her the whole story on why I was in here and Zach and Cammie's mission if she let me out during her watch.

"So, when will you-" I held my finger up to stop her, "Did you bring what I asked?" The girl, Gina or something like that, nodded and held out the package. I took it and rummaged in it. "Good. Now here's the story. Last year when all your buddies went on that trip they killed my mom and her friends. They were a terrorist group. And now, I'm going to restart it. Thanks!" I took her head and my hands and snapped her neck. Quick and easy, exactly the way Charles had taught me. My first kill.

I looked at the security camera and actually laughed out loud. I had just killed a Gallagher Girl and they wouldn't have any idea until the guards swapped with the little broadcaster Charles had slipped me, all they saw was me in my bed on endless loop. I silently slipped out of the jumpsuit that had given me and into the cliché all black attire you see in all the spy movies. I pulled my hair, which without access to a straightener or hair products had grown frizzy again, back into a ponytail. I slid on my night-vision goggles and fixed my little toys on my utility belt.

I stepped over the dead girl, bending down to check the ID that hung from her pocket. Tina, not Gina. I was close. I shrugged and made my way out of the cell, closing the door behind me.

I followed the map Tina had brought me from Charles through tunnels and air vents and even once what I think was a sewage pipe all the way to the forest about a mile outside of the campus walls. I made a single detour to pick up a package that would give us some leverage.

"What's that?" Charles asked when he saw me climb up from what appeared to be an animal's cave, stepping out of the shadows.

"We'll call it revenge." I smiled up at him before leaning in to kiss his lips.

"God, I missed you." I sighed, letting his hands rest on my hips.

"Right back at 'cha." I responded moving toward the old pick up he had hot wired, "Now let's go. We have to get to D.C. before sunrise."