AN: Here I go again! Chapter 3! (By the way, if I stop updating as fast as you would like me to, it's because Junior AP homework is really retarded and time consuming. :P)

Disclaimer: I don't and never will own Gallagher Girls... even though I wish I did.

The airport seat was cold under my bare legs as I folded the magazine in my hands to the next page. I crossed my legs at the knee and glanced around the noisy building through my oversized sunglasses that my roommate, Macey, had brought me back from Switzerland the Christmas before. A 100 yards away were arguing about how to store luggage and thirty feet away from them was a group of business men laughed at a joke one of them had told in Korean (which, I had to admit, was pretty funny). My skirt stuck to the vinyl of the seat and I, very covertly, adjusted my legs to get them un-stuck (as covertly as a girl who is trying to blend into her surroundings by pretending to be a new intern for an international magazine can be without looking like she's trying to peel her legs off a seat).

"How's it going, Chameleon?" Zach asked through the comms unit in my ear. I nonchalantly flipped the page of my magazine again.

"I'm in position," I mumbled into the nearly invisible microphone that linked me to my only backup. I looked like I couldn't care less about the two men exchanging a manila folder across the room, but truthfully, I was watching their every move, committing their faces to memory.

I pulled the temporary cell phone I had picked up from a local convenience store and held it up to my ear, pretending to talk into it. "Hello? Hi! I know! I can't believe they moved the new article in the magazine to the back," I said, emphasizing the code words that had been carefully placed in the sentence, meaning that the folder had been passed off at the back of the airport and that it was now Zach's turn to be on the move.

Zach nodded slightly from his position across the room and folded his newspaper under his arm, already making his way toward the man dressed in a Hawaiian tee-shirt who now held the folder inside a beach bag but only twenty minutes before had been wearing a suit and tie and talking on a cell phone.

I stood up and walked the opposite way toward the man who had just handed off the envelope and was now pushing his way through the dense crowd. It took every counter-surveillance tactic I knew to keep from losing him. He was good. Really good. I started walking a little faster, appearing to be in a hurry looking for my next plane, but kept the man at the edge of my vision the entire time. Every once and a while I would glance down at the plane ticket in my hand to add to the authenticity of the moment.

A few days before, Zach and I had intercepted a strategically placed message in the newspaper that told us that the Circle may have been meeting somewhere in the southwest and needed some file they were expecting on a plane headed for Arizona. The message was brief but, through process of elimination, we determined that this airport was where the hand off would take place.

The man took a sharp right to clear his trail and I kept going straight, so as not to arouse suspicion. I made a sharp u-turn after passing the hallway he had turned down and counted to ten before following him. The crowd began to thin and I realized we were getting farther and farther away from the dense crowd. Finally, we were far enough away from the commotion that I could make my move. I slipped up behind him and slapped a napotine patch on his shoulder. Suddenly, I was standing there alone with an unconscious man at my feet.

I dropped to my knees and checked his pulse, making sure I had used the right dosage if tranquilizer. "I have the subject. Repeat, I have the subject and am requesting backup," I called into the comms unit.

"On my way," I heard Zach say back. I stood up and examined my work. Finally, we're getting some answers.

AN: Sorry that took me so long to update! Like I said, Stupid Homework! REVIEW! :D