It went on for 3 days.

They would be woken up, marched into a room where they would sit in silence and be marched out.

"What is going on?" Cammie asked Eggsy as he walked them back to their room at the end of another disastrous meeting.

"I don't know. All I know is that you guys must be really important to have them all this insistant. You two have gotta be seriously pis... Peeved off with this though." He turned round to look at them, they both smiled sadly at him, "Guys. What were you doing? Before I waded in."

"Cant tell you, but I can say we definitely need to complete it as soon as possible." Zach said simply, giving Eggsy a half glare.

"I'm sorry Eggsy, we're going to have to break out soon..." Cammie smiled sadly, "Its lovely here, but sadly we don't have a choice."

"Break out? I'm planning on letting you out, I hate these people as much as you do. At Kingsmen we have to act like we are just regular MI5/6 agents, when in reality its miles above their heads. So, if tonight you guys get changed and I'll drop off your bags and weapons and you guys can get out." They reached the doors, "Good luck."

Nightfall fell, bags appeared alongside fully stacked weapons and a small key, Cammie assumed it was for the windows.

She put on her old clothes, which she had stitched and dried. Zach slipped into her room and picked up his stuff. Both agents worked in silence as they prepared themselves.

They stopped and looked at eachother.

"Cammie, its bad. Life is bad... But please stay with me." Zach just stared at her, and felt an unknown fear prickle him, "Look, I know its gonna be scary but please... Please dont give up. On either of us. Yourself or me."

"I wont. Zach, your all I have left right now. Of course I wont." Within three strides she wrapped Zach into her arms and both of them stood in the silence until it pressed them into movement.

"Lets go." Zach kissed Cammies cheek and opened the unlocked window effortlessly. He stuck his head out and sighed, "Its a climb." Then he held the top of the window and swung himself feet first out and caught a tree branch, then let himself drop to the floor.

Cammie climbed more carefully out and jumped into the nearest branch and dropped herself down.

The grounds of the house were huge, with at least a kilometer until they reached a simple waist high fence. They vaulted over it and kept walking. They just kept walking.

Hours passed until they found anything more than a little, quaint village. The sound of many cars and a bubble of light polution gave away what was a large Town.

"We need to split up, Bex has all our money so I will steal some makeup to change our faces and if you can find some shelter and food for the day. We are too famous to travel by light." Cammie whispered as they walked along the streets, people ignoring them as they went. Zach nodded and pulled her into a backbreaking hug.

"I'll meet you by the north church by sunrise. So about 2 hours." Zach gave her a brief kiss and went off down a side road.

It felt weird walking alone, even since she had ran away there had been somebody by her side. The sound of her dirty trainers slapping onto the pavement seemed to be amplified now, almost as if somebody was following her.

At this thought she turned suddenly around, but nobody was there, not even when she shone a torch around. Only one set of footprints came out of an earlier puddle.

She continued to walk towards the noise and light, more people surrounding her. Most ignoring her, and a few tried to ask her questions... But she kept on walking.

Before soon a simple health store appeared nearby. She slipped inside with a few late night customers and a spotty teen on the tills. Cammie wandered the shop until she found beauty... She pocketed a dark brown permenent hair dye, a blonde dye, mascara, a darker shade foundation and some different contact lenses.

She then confidently walked back out, the store began beeping. So she stuffed the things into her bag and ran towards the church. Somebody was running and yelling behind her, but she knew she could outrun most people. So just kept pounding her feet into the tarmac away from the chaser... Who soon fell back and gave in.

That should be enough, on top of her emergency kit of nailclippers and eyeliner to be able to make her and Zach seem different enough to move innocently through the country. At least to avoid the general public.

As she got closer to the church she could hear people talking loudly, some even shouting to be heard. She crept round the corner and could just about see a crowd of people around something on the floor. Most the people were in dressing gowns or hodge podged clothing.

Cammie slunk between the crowds and tried to get to the front. They were looking down and a number of people were on the phone.

She managed to catch a glimpse and gasped. A severed hand was lying on the floor with a logo of sorts burnt into it.

Two C's interlocking in a circle.

Cammie felt every part of her body go cold. It was them. They were following them, they had heard them earlier. Where were they now...

"ZACH!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, making everyone else fall silent, but she didn't care. They needed to be together right now.

"My dear, whos Zach? Is this his hand?" An old lady said kindly on Cammie's left.

At the idea that it could be Zach's Cammie picked it up and turned it over, it was extreamly cold, like it had been frozen. A small note fell out of its clutch along with a range of postage stamp sized photos. The note was writen in scrawly handwriting on ripped paper.

Cameron and Zachy,

I hope you are doing well. Well I know you are, but the finer details aren't always conveyed. How's that healing wound doing Cammie?

Zach, your running out of time. Your father brought you a few seconds with that MI6 stunt but you can't hold me off forever.

Your both fighting the serum, its sad to see. I would have hoped it wiped memories, not just blocked the signals. But at least you know everything now.

You know I will kill you.

Lots of love,

Catherine Goode xxx

The photos were of them both escaping the window, the team in the van, a girl's dead body covered in snow...

Tina.

They had been the ones to kill Tina, it was the circle and here was the stone proof. A flare of anger supassed the fear inside Cammie, they had killed Tina to prove a point.

A photo of Joe in a Green Circle Uniform smiling, a photo of them talking to the press in their filthy state, Bex unconcious in a hosptial bed with Grant asleep by her side.

"Oh god..." Cammie breathed, "Oh god. Oh god."

"CAMMIE!?" Zach's panicked voice suddenly cut through, and he appeared by her side. His hair was wild but he was holding a tent bag. "Whats..."

He crouched down next to her and looked through everything too. Finally he looked up, anger in his eyes like Cammie had never seen. He was ready to kill. He looked back down at the hand.

"Who's is it?" A lady nearby asked, "Whats that symbol? Who are you?"

"This symbol is of the Circle Of Cavan, a terrorist group run by Katherine Goode. And we are CIA Agents taking them down." Zach answered simply, "This hand?"

He flipped it over a few times and Cammie checked both sides of the note.

"We don't know." Cammie smiled, "Now I would go to bed and sleep. They aren't going to hurt you, just us. So sleep safely in your beds because we will lead them miles away from this village. Goodnight." With that she picked the hand up, shoved it in her backpack and stood up. Zach took her hand and they walked away from the muttering people in the square.

They slipped into a gap in the undergrowth and onto a canal footpath. The water sparkled menacingly next to them as they walked in silence. Its inky blackness only alluminated by the odd boat lights from house boats.

"If anything of my british history was correct canals generally went to cities or large towns. So if we find a place to camp the day away and then keep following this... We should be okay." Zach said, but there we no hope in his voice. He was as dejected and angry as Cammie. But too exhausted to care. So as soon as they found a patch of trees nearby they made themselves a shelter and curled up. And soon fell asleep.