Hey Its Babysister1997! I hope you like my new story that I have adopted from Ciara Wynne! Its formally known as The Blackethrone Exchange I do not own the idea of the story, nor do I own the Gallagher series! I hope you like what I have done! please review! Beta Ciara Wynne!

My name is Cammie Morgan. I go to the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. It's supposed to be a finishing school for female geniuses. Wrong- well, sort of. That's just our cover. Really, my school is training us for the life of a spy. The idea, when Gillian Gallagher first opened her mansion in Roseville, Virginia, as a school, was to show the world of secret intelligence that women are perfectly capable of travelling the world, protecting their country, and kicking evil terrorist organization butt.

What we didn't know (well, what most of the school's student population didn't know, save four girls) is that we're not the only spy school in America. So, sit back and relax; this is the story of Gallagher Academy, and Blackthorne Institute.

Cammie's POV

"Ladies!" Joe Solomon called for our attention. We were in Cove Ops class, awaiting our lesson. Bex was hoping that we would be infiltrating a top secret facility so she could kick butt. Macey was hoping we'd have to go undercover and get to wear cute outfits. I, however, knew exactly what Joe was going to say, so didn't waste my time hoping.

Joe grinned wickedly at us. "It's field trip day. Your task will be to tail and compromise fifteen operatives. But," he smirked at us. "These operatives are… different."

Bex, Macey and I shared a knowing look. Of course, we had an idea of what was going on, thanks to some snooping in my mother's office the other day. (look, I left my homework there the night before, and Bex is a teenage spy in training- what'd you expect?)

Joe picked up fifteen padded envelopes and chucked them down on the desks. "These are your Subjects, this is what they look like. They know they're being tailed, but they won't know it's you. They'll be aiming to get to a certain destination by a certain time. Your task is to delay them, tail them, and make sure they never suspect. If they realize and describe you, you've been compromised. Is this understood, ladies?" we nodded our agreement. "Now, go get changed, and meet me by the helicopter in twenty minutes."

Zach's POV

"Gentlemen!" Stanton clapped his hands for our attention as we settled into the classroom. "I have news. We're taking an assignment out of school bounds." I turned away from Grant and Jonas. This would be interesting.

Stanton led us to an unmarked van and chucked blindfolds at us. We didn't question him; we knew what to do. We sat in silence for two and a half hours, occasionally muttering something to the student next to us. Eventually, the van came to a stop. We ripped off our blindfolds.

'Boys, welcome to Washington," Stanton announced. "Here's your task: get to the Smithsonian, meet me at the Ruby slippers exhibit by 5." We made to get up, but he held up his hand. "Wait- there's more. There are 15 other operatives out there. They've been given the task of tailing you without your knowing. You must get to the exhibit in time and alone. If you spot your tail, and you lose them by the time you get there, you describe them to me, and they're compromised. Got it?" we nodded. "Good luck, boys."

Cammie's POV

Bex and I were walking down the street, when we saw them.

"Cam!" Bex hissed, her face neutral, but her voice filled with excitement. "Cam, it's them! My God, the blond one is so hot; and the other one…" her eyes analyzed my Subject. "Tall, dark, and handsome," she mused.

"Bex, we're supposed to be tailing them, not checking them out," I scolded, pretending to be interested by the Einstein bobble-heads in a gift shop window.

"But I want one," Bex complained like a child. The boys were leaning against a wall, talking to each other and looking around.

"They're not puppies that you can take home and play dress up with. Look, they're splitting up."

"See you in a bit!" Bex walked off, blending into a tourist group passing by.

I shook my head, and turned to follow my Subject.

Zach's POV

"Dude," Grant said. "Hot chicks, by the gift shop." We leaned against a wall, looking inconspicuous, but at the same time watching the girls Grant had pointed out from the corner of our eyes. One was like an Egyptian goddess, with her coffee-colored skin, and her dark hair.

"Nice," I shrugged. But then the Egyptian goddess' friend turned around, and I couldn't help but stare. Her hair was some place between blonde, brunette, and a hint of red. And her eyes; I couldn't place a name for the color, but they were simply gorgeous.

"Dude," Grant repeated. "Zach, we got to go. The tails could be anywhere. Have you seen anything?"

I turned away from the girl. "Nah, but we should split, just in case." Grant nodded, and he turned left, while I turned right.

Cammie POV

I'd been on the boy's tail for ages, and he hadn't realized. How easy could this be?

I got out my phone, and, pretending to dial a number, I held it up to my ear, speaking into my comms. "Joe?"

"Yes, Cammie?"

"This is too easy." I pretended to scratch my cheek, so the chance of any lip reading was nil. "The Subject has no idea that I'm there. Do I have teacher's permission to mess with him?"

Joe chuckled. "On a real mission, I would advise against it, but I'll allow you to."

"I'll make it worthwhile."

"That's my girl."

I put away my phone and dashed into an alleyway, making my way towards the Smithsonian.

Zach's POV

This had to be a joke. I was inside the Smithsonian, ten minutes away from the exhibit, and there was no sign of a trail whatsoever. Stanton had said that Joe Solomon was in charge of this assignment, and would be meeting us at the exhibit; Joe Solomon doesn't make anything easy.

While I was absorbed in my thoughts, I crashed into someone and knocked them flying. I looked down to see a girl about my age, clutching her ankle.

"My God, I'm so sorry." I knelt down next to her. "Are you hurt?"

"Yeah," the girl's hazelnut eyes seemed to be holding back tears. "I think I sprained it." She laughed bitterly. "And I was supposed to be meeting my dad at the Julia Child's Kitchen Exhibit in ten minutes."

I honestly felt bad about knocking the girl over, so I helped her up. "I'm headed in that direction too. You want me to take you?"

The girl looked up at me. "You are?"

"Yeah, I'm meeting my teacher in a few minutes. School project." I rolled my eyes.

"Huh. Yeah, thanks."

I put one of her arms over my shoulder, and wrapped my arm around her waist, taking some of the weight off her foot. Somehow we managed to get to her exhibit, and I looked at my watch. Darn it. it was five minutes to five.

"Hey," the girl called out as I rushed off. "What's your name?"

I stumbled. "Uh… John," I said the first name that came to my head. it was a pretty common name.

"Well, thanks John. I owe you one." And with that, she limped off.

I made a dash for the exhibit, bursting through the doors; I was extremely pleased with myself- that is, until I caught Joe Solomon's expression.

"Mr. Goode, you got here with only twenty-seven seconds to spare," Mr. Solomon stated. "I would've expected better from you."

I smirked. "Yeah, but I got here on time, and I'm alone." But then my exhilarated feelings turned to dread when Joe started shaking his head.

"Alone?" he cried. "They were practically next to you the entire time! And for the rest of you," he glared at the fourteen other boys, "None of you came here tail-less, but now you must redeem yourselves by identifying them."