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Authors: Ally Carter

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T
hat night, the Grand Hall didn’t look like the Grand Hall. All the tables were gone, pushed to the sides or moved to another room. Booths lined the walls. I walked up and down the aisles. Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives had set up a mock firing range where the teachers usually sat. There were MI6 and Interpol. The FBI and CIA.

“Hi,” one clean-cut man said, pushing a brochure in my direction. “Have you considered a career with Homeland Security? We are the agency of the future.”

“The US State Department,” a woman said as I passed. “The world is our office.”

There were seventh graders, loading up on Tootsie Rolls and free erasers from the US Marshals Service (they make people disappear). To tell you the truth, I’d seen it all before. I’d heard all the pitches, read all the material. The years changed; the booths grew. But I didn’t have any better idea of what my future was going to look like.

“Hello,” a man in an FBI polo shirt said, “do you know where you’re going to be a year from now?”

I looked him in the eye. “That is an excellent question.”

Truthfully, I would have been happy just knowing where my mother and Mr. Solomon were
right then
.

“Official FBI Post-it pad for your thoughts.” I turned to see Bex behind me, holding out a bag full of loot. Part of me wanted to smile, but I couldn’t. I just looked around the big room I knew so well and wondered why everything felt so utterly unfamiliar.

“I don’t like this,” I said.

Bex, being excellent at both spying and best friending, didn’t ask me what I meant. She just slid her arm through mine and told me, “They’re out there, Cam. And they’re okay. And they’ll be back whenever it is best for them to come back and not a minute before.”

“I know,” I said, and then it was like the crowd parted. I could see Liz staring up at a huge display from the National Security Agency, offering prizes to anyone who could crack the codes they had on their walls.

“So, do you have it?” the recruiter asked her, but Liz shook her head.

“I don’t know,” she said and turned away.

“I don’t like
that
,” I said, and Bex nodded in grave agreement.

“Hey, Lizzie,” Bex said when we reached her.

When I put my arm around her shoulders, I realized they were even thinner than usual. She was pale as a ghost except for the dark circles that ringed her eyes. Guilt weighed on her, and I for one was terrified of how far it might drag her down.

“Let’s get out of here,” I told her. “What do you say? Movies in the common room? We can go down to the labs, use liquid nitrogen to make ice cream. You know how that always cheers you up.”

But Liz just stared blankly ahead. “I’m not hungry.”

When I followed her gaze I saw what she was staring at. Interpol had brought a map of the world, and it hung on the wall by their booth. It looked so small, not even as wide as two of our regular dining tables. It looked so big, filled with tiny towns and vast wildernesses. Every good operative knows that the world is small, but the planet is big. No one knew where my mom and Mr. Solomon were. No one knew where the Circle would strike next.

Except someone
did
know.

I looked at Liz again. “It’s okay,” I told her.

“Is it?” Liz isn’t one for snapping, but something in her tone froze me, shamed me. Made me feel small and helpless and weak.

“Liz, it’s going to be okay. I—”

“Hello, Cammie.” Agent Edwards was there, walking from the Interpol booth. Closer to me.

I shouldn’t have been surprised to see him. We’d first met at the career fair my sophomore year—when I was still sneaking off to see Josh. History, after all, always repeats itself.

“How are you doing?” he asked.

“Fine,” I said and tried to walk away.

“I hope this means you’re considering a future with Interpol. I told you a long time ago that we would love to have you. I meant it then. I still do.”

“Thanks,” I managed to mutter.

“We’d have room for your friends, too.”

This made me stop.

“Ms. Baxter and Ms. McHenry—they are interested in fieldwork, are they not? And I think everyone in this room would love to work with Ms. Sutton.”

When he talked about my friends, it didn’t sound like an offer. It sounded like a threat.

“I’m sorry, Agent Edwards. My friend isn’t feeling well. We’ve got to—”

But then he stepped closer, blocking me off from Bex and Liz, who had already started moving away.

“I was hoping to speak to your mother. Is she here?” Something in the way he spoke told me that he was measuring his words carefully. He didn’t want to push me too far, too fast. But that didn’t mean he didn’t want to push me.

I didn’t answer, and my silence made Max Edwards laugh. “I guess not. You know, I’ve been thinking. Funny thing about what happened with Winters, Cammie.”

“I didn’t think it was very funny,” I told him, but Edwards talked on as if I hadn’t spoken at all.

“The gunman disabled the security cameras, did you know that?”

“Yes.”

“So we don’t know what the two of you discussed.” He eased slightly closer. It was supposed to intimidate me, rattle me, make me want to talk. But it didn’t. It made me want to fight. “What did Samuel Winters tell you?”

“You debriefed me the day it happened, remember? I already told you everything I know.”

“Tell me again.
What did you and Winters talk about?

I cocked my hip and stared up at him. “Traitors. The weather. All the usual stuff.”

“There’s something I have to wonder, Cammie. Did the gunman turn on you because of what you heard?”

“To tell you the truth, I’ve gotten kind of used to the Circle of Cavan trying to kill me. I don’t really stop and ask questions anymore.”

But that wasn’t true. I
did
ask questions. All the time. And I almost never liked the answers.

“Tell me, Cammie…” He tilted his head, studying me like I was an abstract piece of art; like he wasn’t exactly sure what to see in me. “What else are you hiding?”

I should have listened to the inflection in his words—heard the tiny voice inside of me that said something was a little off about the question. But we were inside the Gallagher Academy. These were people who were in on the secret, aware of the truth. I was behind our walls. I was safe.

Or so I thought.

“Where is Joe Solomon?” He looked around, as if trying to see all my usual hiding places, peek through the cracks in the mortar.

“He’s—” I started, but Agent Edwards cut me off.

“Don’t say he’s dead, Cammie. Do not lie to me.” Then Max Edwards held out his cell phone; on it I saw an image of Mr. Solomon walking through a busy train station. He wore a ball cap and sunglasses, but there was no mistaking the man in the picture.

“That was taken this morning in London.”

“Then why are you asking me where he is?” I said, but Edwards only smiled in response.

With a finger he swiped at the screen, and the image changed. I saw the area just to Mr. Solomon’s right in the photo. I saw that he was holding my mother’s hand.

A cold feeling filled my chest, and I knew what he was saying—what the photo meant. My mother and my teacher weren’t coming back anytime soon. My mother would be on the run maybe for the rest of her life.

“So there you have it. You know Mr. Solomon isn’t in the mansion. I guess you’ll have to be leaving now.”

“Oh, Cammie. You know better than anyone that Joe Solomon isn’t the only Gallagher Academy resident who has spent time inside the Circle.”

The ice that had filled my chest just moments before began to crack. It was like my whole world was shattering, and even though I hadn’t seen Zach enter, some part of me knew what I would see as soon as I turned. He was standing by the Homeland Security booth. He was searching the crowd, looking for me. He was just another teenager thinking about the future until I shouted, “Zach! Run!”

Maybe it was instinct. Maybe it was training. But Zach wasn’t like the stupid people you see in the movies. He didn’t ask what I was shouting about. He didn’t have to be told twice. In a flash, he was bolting down the aisle, running toward the foyer.

“Stop!” one of the recruiters yelled from the far side of the Grand Hall. He lunged at Zach, but the angle was wrong and Zach pushed him easily aside and kept on powering toward the door. Agent Edwards must have positioned someone there because soon a woman was lunging in front of Zach, trying to knock him off his feet. He dove, sliding beneath her, across the hardwood floor and into the foyer. And when the woman turned to follow, Bex was there.

“No,” Bex said simply, a warning. Something in her voice stopped the more senior operative cold. Besides, Zach was already gone.

“Follow him!” Agent Edwards yelled just as I started to jerk away—to go rushing after Zach—but Agent Edwards had an iron grip on my arm. “No, Cammie. Stay,” he ordered.

I pulled my free arm back, ready to punch and kick and claw my way out of there if I had to, but then a familiar voice stopped me in my tracks.

“Agent Edwards,” Buckingham snapped, “what is the meaning of this?”

“Stay out of it, Patricia.” The man tightened his grip on my arm and spun on the Gallagher Academy’s oldest faculty member. But she’s not our weakest. Not by a long shot.

“You are a guest in these halls,” Buckingham said. The words were tinged with anger and disappointment, and her accent wasn’t genteel just then. It was frigid. “Now, let go of her.”

“We are authorized to bring in
anyone
who has information about the Circle of Cavan.”

“You don’t have authorization from
me
!” Buckingham said.

Agent Edwards released my arm and pushed me toward two of the goons who had come with him. “I assure you, Patricia, we have no desire to harm the girl.”

“That girl is a student of this school and under its protection.”

“This school…” He huffed. “
This school
has been hiding and protecting Joe Solomon for over a year!” I was inching back, farther away from the man and his fury. “
This school
took in a known child of the Circle and then allowed four of its students to attempt to save another!”

Madame Dabney came running forward. “Patricia, what’s the meaning of this?”

But Professor Buckingham never took her gaze off Agent Edwards. “These men were just leaving.”

“Oh, we’ll leave.” Agent Edwards laughed. “But we won’t be leaving alone.”

“Cammie!” Professor Buckingham shouted. “Now!”

I
didn’t have to be told twice. I’d been given a direct order from a teacher. I knew what I had to do. I could hear the commotion behind me. Buckingham took a globe from the CIA’s booth and hurled it at Agent Edwards’s head, and when he ducked she brought a knee up into his face, bloodying his nose and knocking him, disoriented, to the ground.

Madame Dabney tripped one of the two goons who were supposed to be capturing me and pushed the other into the Secret Service’s booth, sending a perfectly scaled replica of the White House crashing to the floor.

In a flash, the entire Grand Hall was in chaos. It was like a street fight. A brawl.

Seventh graders jumped onto the backs of FBI agents. Seniors squared off against the CIA. It wasn’t cat versus mouse; it was spy versus spy, and I didn’t turn around to look at the destruction that I was leaving in my wake.

I was too busy trying to think: Where would Zach go? What would Zach do? He had to get away from the people chasing him, lose them somewhere in the classrooms or halls. Or passageways.

Hiding would have been easy—he had home-court advantage. But hiding wasn’t going to be enough. If they knew he was at the Gallagher Academy, he wasn’t going to be safe at the Gallagher Academy. Zach was going to have to run.

And then I knew where he’d be going.

I grabbed the banister of the nearest staircase and flung myself around, taking the steps two at a time, desperate not to be followed. And then I darted down the narrow hall lined with larger, more private rooms until I reached the only one that wasn’t used by a teacher.

When I reached the door of Zach’s room I burst through without knocking, which—to tell you the truth—was something of a mistake, because before my eyes even adjusted to the black, I felt a blow knocking me forward, off my feet and into the dresser.

“Gallagher Girl,” Zach said. He sounded furious and ashamed, both.

“Are you okay?” His hands were on me then, checking my head and my arms.

“I’m fine.”

“I’m so sorry. I thought you were—”

“I know.”

“Who are they?” he asked.

“Interpol. CIA. They’re everyone, Zach. And they’re looking for you.”

There was a backpack on his bed. He never carried it to class, and immediately I knew that it wasn’t for textbooks and homework. He kept that bag packed and ready at all times, just in case he had to run.

I knew because I had a bag just like it.

I heard noises, footsteps pounding up the stairs.

“Come on,” I said, reaching for his hand. “We’ve got to disappear.”

And then I led him down the hall. When we reached a maintenance closet, I pulled him inside. It was too small, though. I’d never shared it with anyone before, and I found myself pressed against Zach, his arms around me, his backpack at our feet.

“That’s his room!” someone said. They knocked down the door of his bedroom while Zach and I stayed pressed together in the black. “Find them!”

“Are you going to hide me in here forever?” he whispered.

“Maybe,” I whispered back.

“He’s been here,” the men outside said. “He’s gone.”

“Or maybe”—I ran my hand up Zach’s chest, put my arms around his neck—“I am just going to do this.”

And then I pulled the lever. I watched Zach’s eyes go wide as the floor beneath us gave way and together we dropped straight down, sliding through the ventilation system of the school, shooting like a dart away from the people trying to find us.

“You’re crazy,” Zach said when we finally landed with a thud two floors down.

“I’m a good person to know, Zachary. You should have figured that out by now.”

“Oh…I have.”

“Okay, lovebirds,” said a voice behind us. I turned to see Bex, Liz, and Macey standing watching us, arms crossed. “Let’s go.”

It wasn’t the time to tease. It wasn’t the place to flirt. So I led the way through the inner workings of the school. We didn’t speak again. Not when we stood pressed together and listened through a vent to two FBI agents discussing Zach’s whereabouts. No one asked for an explanation when I found a length of rope and used it to lower myself into the basement level.

I thought back to a dark street in D.C.
Get her.

I heard the shots in the prison and the yells of the guards.
Find her.

I felt the people at my back.
Find them.

And in my heart I knew that the girl I’d been on New Year’s Eve was foolish. It wasn’t yet time for me to stop running.

“This is it,” I said when we pushed out of the basement and into a small shack that sat near the edge of the trees. “Over there,” I said, pointing to a section of the main fence covered with overgrown rosebushes and thorns. “There’s another tunnel there. It will lead us to town.”

“Okay.” Zach took a deep breath and turned to me. “I guess this is good-bye. For now.”

“I’m going with you,” I said.

The words hit Zach, and he looked between me and my friends, already knowing what would come next.

“And where she goes, we go.” Liz folded her thin arms across her chest.

“Cammie, your mom’s going to come back,” Zach told me, and I couldn’t help myself—I turned and looked back at the school.

Lights burned in every window. A searchlight swept across the grounds. I heard barking dogs and shouting men. The search would widen and spread, and it wouldn’t stop until it found Zach.

Found
us
.

“No.” I shook my head. “They’re gone. And they can’t ever come back.”

“Gallagher Girl,” Zach started, but I cut him off with a nod.

“Them.”
The word was a whisper. “He said
find them
. That’s why it isn’t safe for me to stay.” I reached up and gripped his shirt, made him face me as I said, “Think about it, Zach. Winters, Preston, you… They’re coming for anyone who has ever been inside the Circle.”

“Which is why it isn’t safe for you to come
with
me.”

“But I
was
inside the Circle—all last summer. Winters would only talk to me.” I watched Zach shake his head, try to cast aside the thought he didn’t want to dwell on. “I’m going,” I said.


We’re
going,” Bex corrected.

“Fortunately,” Macey added with a smile, “I had the foresight to pack Liz’s van with various essentials.”

Liz blushed. “I might have helped.”

“No,” I said.

“But…I brought gummy bears,” Liz said as if that should be enough to neutralize any potential problem.

“If you leave now, you won’t get to come back. Go to class.” I looked at Liz. “Graduate. Leave, and we don’t know what will happen. Which is why the three of you should stay.”

“You really think we’re going to do that?” Macey sounded like she might laugh.

“I think the three of you have never run away before.” I looked down at the ground, the only memory I had of last summer flashing through my mind.

“Leaving can’t be nearly as hard as being left, Cam,” Bex warned. Something in her voice said she still hadn’t forgiven me—that maybe she never would.

I looked at our stone walls and iron fences, and even though we were perfectly dry, I had to shiver a little, thinking about Rome, about when my friends and I had been stuck on opposite sides of the river, no safe way to cross. I felt like my sisterhood and I were about to be on different sides of a vast expanse. I’d have to keep swerving, dodging, running, hoping someday to meet again.

“If we’re going, we have to go now,” Macey said.

And with that it was decided. We couldn’t stay at school forever. After all, we’d spent years preparing for life beyond its walls. We just never knew we’d be rushing out to meet it quite that quickly.

“This way,” I said, pulling back the branches of a rosebush that, rumor said, had been planted by Gilly herself during the Civil War. Behind it was one of the oldest passageways at our school. It dated back to the Underground Railroad, and I knew we weren’t the first desperate people to find it, to need it, to enter into darkness hoping to find a little light at the tunnel’s end.

Zach went first. Then Bex and Macey and Liz. I was supposed to bring up the rear, yet I stopped for a moment, took one last look at the gray stone building, the lacrosse field, and the frost-covered line of trees. In the moonlight it looked almost like a painting. Like a dream. And maybe it had been that for me once. But now, whether I liked it or not, it was time to wake up.

“Cammie!” someone called through the dark. I turned to see Professor Buckingham standing at the door. She was looking at me. Her hair was a mess and her dress was ripped.

Part of me thought that I was in trouble, grounded, facing detention for life. But then Buckingham smiled and raised her hand in something that wasn’t quite a wave, not quite a salute. It was more like she was reaching up to grab a fistful of that night air, to hold it like a memory.

“Good luck,” she yelled, then turned and hit a button on the wall.

Instantly, the sirens began to screech. “Code Black. Code Black. Code Black.”

Lights swirled. Titanium shutters covered all the windows. Barriers slid into place over every door, blocking me off from my teachers, my school. My home. Locking the men and women who’d been sent to find me inside one of the most secure buildings on the face of the earth.

There was only one way left to go, so I turned and started down the dark and dusty tunnel. And for the second time in my life, I ran away.

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