Perilous

Chapter Two

Perilous

Chapter Two

Cammie POV

My smirk widened as I assessed him. I had never thought I would meet him, but here he was. "You must be the other one."

His captivating green eyes glared as he kept his gun fixed on me. "The other what?"

I raised an eyebrow. "The other one? The other son? The other brother?"

"What do you know about my brother?" He hissed, daring to come a few steps closer.

"Ah, and there's the Zachary Goode I've heard about!" A grin spread across my face.

His hands tightened around the gun. "How do you know who I am?"

I snorted. "Your mother trained me for over 2 decades. Do you really think she didn't talk? Not to mention that hot-headed brother of yours." Of course, they mainly talked about how much they want to kill you but there were other things as well.

"If she trained you, why are you killing every agent she has in this building?"

"Because I'm escaping, why else? I've wanted to leave since the day I got here. Your brother pissed me off and I said 'fuck it, I'm leaving.'"

He studied me intensely before hesitantly putting his gun away. "Will she come after you?"

"Catherine? Hell yeah. But she'll send your brother to do it. If he fails, then she'll do it herself." I squinted in the sunlight.

"Then you're gonna have to come with me then." Without warning, he grabbed my arm and started to pull me away.

I instantly brought my elbow up and made sure it connected with his face.

"Gah," He staggered back a step, releasing my arm to touch his bleeding nose. "What the hell was that for?"

"First of all, never touch me again. Second, I never agreed to come with you anywhere." I folded my arms across my chest.

Wiping the blood from his nose, he stepped closer to me so that we were only inches apart- so that I would have no choice but to look into those eyes of his and listen to him. "You don't have a choice. The Director is going to want to see you. Not to mention that you are being hunted by terrorist assains that you just escaped from and you have nowhere to go."

"You're CIA?" That could be a problem.

"Yeah, I am. So what?"

I didn't respond for a minute or two as I searched his eyes, thinking.

Finally, I spoke. "Okay."

He seemed surprised. "Okay?"

"Okay." I repeated. "You take me to this Director of yours. If I don't like what he has to say, I'm gone. For good, Zachary, understood?"

He nodded. "Understood. One more thing."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Call me Zach. Everyone does."

"Alright. Let's get out of here before Zion wakes up."

When he looked at me questioningly, I said, "I knocked him out." Twice.

Zach nodded, understanding, signaling for me to follow him.

As we walked the streets of Greece toward an unknown location, Zach eventually asked, "You got a name?"

"Maybe." Yes.

After fifteen more seconds, I said, "Most people just call me Nightshade or Devil's Cherry." Or Chameleon, but he can't know that.