Chapter 1

Zach Pov

The intercom crackled to life and everyone immediately turns their heads around waiting to hear what needed to be said Joe cleared his throat before saying it, " As of today I have to pronounceAgent Cammie Morgan compromised. In other words, she's MIA. That is all." Murmurs started circulating around. I started to have questions spring up in my head. What? How? Then I noticed I'd been clenching my fists the whole time. What the hell Zach? It's been three years since she dumped you. You don't have to care for her. I started thinking about what the others are thinking. In fact where are they? I looked around seeing everyone talking about her. That's when I hear the heels.

Clack. Clack.

I turn around face to face with Macey. "Well hey there Mace, I didn't hear you coming at all." I said with sarcasm.

She narrowed her eyes. "Not in the mood right now Goode. I just got off the phone with Bex, Grant and her are coming back tonight. Liz and Jonas well, they're already here obviously," I snorted. Was that a joke? No duh, I mean they do work here why bother mentioning them now? She snapped her fingers, "Goode wake up. Meet us up in Joe's office at 9 p.m Bex will already be there."

"Why should I go?" I shot back at her.

She raised an eyebrow or what I thought I mean she's wearing oversized glasses for Petes sake. "You know why Zachary." And with that, the "Queen" left. God. I hated when people call me Zachary. It reminds me of Catherine, my mother. I must have been standing there like an idiot because everyone starting staring at me.

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I took my time walking there I mean, come on; I hate "family" meetings. As soon as I opened the door Bex barked at me, "Took your bloody time getting here! Sit down."

I rolled my eyes, "Yes your Excellency."

Bex looked at Macey, "You weren't lying when you said he got cockier."

"Nope." She said emphasizing the p.

"Guys we have to talk about Ca.." I turned around to the sound of sobbing. Liz. I started to soften. Jonas wrapped her up in a hug and she just started crying harder. That's when I realize how awful everyone looked. Jonas had his shirt inside out with his hair everywhere, Macey's make up was messed up and everything, Bex's eyes were bloodshot, Grant had sadness in his eyes, Joe looked old, and so did Ms. Morgan. They were losing time. Valuable time.

"Um ok but no offense everyone here looks like shit." I admitted.

"Same to you." Bex retorted. I rolled my eyes. "Anyways.." I dragged out, "Why am I here?" Joe finally cleared his throat, "About Cammie, now I know you guys haven't been on the best conditions but we've decided to hold a funeral for her…" he trailed off. Ms. Morgan started crying and both Bex and Macey were on the verge of tears. "I'm in." I said quickly not wanting to see their mourning faces. "Well if that's it, I'm going to go now…." I walked out quietly.

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~2 weeks later at Training Room~

"Now, you really know you should get some sleep you collapsed a week ago," I said and turned around meeting her eyes, "Liz. I mean I know Jonas would hate to see you up and "ready"."

She sighed, "Zach we're adults. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Plus he knows I'm here in fact he's around informing the others."

"Informing?" I asked.

"Yeah, about the funeral…. And stuff. Also we're having another meeting tonight at 10… See ya… And Zach?" I stopped punching the damned bag.

"Yes?"

"You've handled the news worse than any of us." She paused. "Even if you can't see it yourself, you indeed look like a very lost man." And with that she left.

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Liz POV

This time I wasn't the last. And this time, we all had the decency of looking clean. Time ticked as we sat in silence not wanting to break the comfortable silence any of us has in a long time. I sighed in relief and comfort wanting this to last forever. Joe started to talk, "Now…. About Cammie's funeral…" He hopelessly ran his fingers through his hair.

"Now, now, Joe. Who's funeral are we talking about?" a Salvadorian accent came from the doorway. She-well I'm guessing a she, her curves and all- was in the shadows. Hm.. Foreign. Possibly a terrorist I thought.. Hm. Then that's when I realized Jonas moved in front of me. Also, along with Bex, Grant, Zach who's guns were out.

"Oh my, those guns are very dangerous Rebecca, Grant, and finally. Ah Zachary I see. Long time no see." She said icily. They seemed disturbed at the fact that she knew their names. Their full names.

"Step away from the shadows and come out. No one should be here this late." I said calmly. Thing have changed in me. I was trained.

"Aw, c'mon Elizabeth there's no fun in that. We both know how easy it is to hack in their systems" Hearing the frown in her voice.

"Just come on out from the shadows." Said Bex with her American accent.

" Rebecca, I love your British accent SO much better." Her own Salvadorian accent coming out very heavily. Bex shifted uncomfortably. "Also, Joe don't even try pushing that button. I won't word I disable everything." She said evilly.

"Again, come out of those shadows." I said more willfully.

She whistled, "Elizabeth Sutton, codename: Bookworm. Specialty: Best hacking throughout CIA and MI6 along with Jonas Anderson. Rebecca Baxter, codename: Duchess. Specialty: The muscle. You can say. Along with Grant Newman. Macey McHenry, codename: Peacock Specialty: Appearances. And well, no one can beat Macey in that nor is there a man with the same specialty. Zachary Goode. Specialty? The best of the best.. For men of course. Cammie Morgan, codename: Chameleon Specialty: Blending in from her last analysis. Which was 4 years ago. Status? Pre-sumed dead."

I glanced at Zach. He clenched his gun. I had to stop it now. "Look whoever you are, we can sort this out. So please come out of the shadows and let us talk." I said. I eyed everyone in the room. Ms. Morgan nowhere in sight.

She sighed, "Elizabeth: Also to be known as a peacekeeper. Alright then, how about you guys drop the guns and I step forward." They all reluctantly agreed. Clack clack clack. "Also, Ms. Morgan, no wait, Mrs. Solomon, please step away from that fire extinguisher." She stepped away.

Bex started first, "Well you seem skilled."

She sighed, "Honestly Rebecca I said you sounded better without the American Accent. Well, nevermind that-" she stepped out of the shadows. "Miss me much?" I gasped in realization. "Run-" It was too late. Clatter. Clatter.

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