A.N. This is in place of CMH. And Blackthorne is not a school for troubled boys. I just don't like it that way...

Cammie P.O.V.

"Competition." Mr. Solomon said from the back of the room, "It's one of the reasons we do what we do. By keeping our country ahead of other countries, we provide at least the allusion of security to civilians." The gorgeous man appeared out of the shadows of Sublevel One, which was strange since there were no shadows in the stainless steel room. So that meant one of two things: either the blonde hair, green eyed hunk knew of secret passageways, or he was so good he was able to hide in plain sight (plus, it was the last class of the day and we all just wanted to go collapse on our beds) "And today ladies, you will be competing." He walked down the isle created by the desks, "Follow me." We all stood, reaching for our bags, "Leave them."

We did as we were told, all eight off us jogging lightly to catch up with the brisk pace our teacher was keeping. He led us up to the main hall and out the front door where we saw the helicopter in place of the seldom-used field hockey fields, "Four groups of two." He spoke without slowing his pace, leading us to the helicopter.

Looks like our school day had been extended.

Zach's P.O.V.

"Gentleman!" The door to our room flew open. Jonas fell from his bed, Grant was up and in fighting stance. I, meanwhile, glanced at the clock. Twelve thirty two in the morning. Now, had I been up, that would be no big deal, but since I had been asleep for two hours, I was grumpy.

"The hell do you want?" I ground out at the figure in the doorway.

"Tut tut tut. Mr. Goode, when we get back looks like you owe laps." Crap. Agent Matthews, the CoveOps teacher.

He stepped back, addressing my classmates in other dorms along the hall, "Joeseph Naylor, Noah Ward, Tody Russell, Ronald Crippen, Owen Leach, Noel Chaplin, Grant Newman, Zachary Goode. Twenty minutes, in uniform grand hall. Every minute late is a lap owed."

Cammie's P.O.V.

"Ladies, follow me." We left the helicopter and pilled into an actual school bus. Sure, it was a short bus, but it was still big and yellow with the flashing stop sign. "Take a seat beside your partners. Taped on the seats in front of you is an envelope with one hundred dollars cash. Use that money at our destination to blend in."

"You first." Bex insisted. I rolled my eyes at my oldest friend and slid onto the bench.

"I get the isle seat on the way back." I demanded.

We each opened out envelopes and slid out money into the pockets of our blazers.

"Sit tight ladies, we have about an hour." Solomon pulled out of the parking spot and onto a nearby free way.

Zach's P.O.V.

"Late gentlemen." Agent Matthews declared as eight yawning teenagers descended the stairs, "Five laps each, except for you Mr. Goode, you have ten."

I was too tired to care. He loaded us into an unmarked van and we sped off.

Cammie's P.O.V.

"Comms units." He passed the items out, one to each girl. We all promptly fit them into our ears, "Your mission today is to identify eight operatives. When you see one you will describe them into your comms, but be careful, they will be doing the same. Make it clear that you are identifying them as a spy, understand?"

He opened the doors to the bus, we disembarked, splitting off into our partner ships. "Bex and I have west entrance." I spoke. The rest of my sisters called out entrances before setting off for them.

Bex and I ended up walking into Nordstrom's, a really expensive department store, at least for two teenaged girls. We made our way to the teen section where we purchased our new attire, "Thank you for shopping at Nordstroms!" The too-cheery cashier chirped out.

We tucked our way into one of the public bathrooms in the mall. I went into the stall with my bag and quickly changed.

Zach's P.O.V.

"Zach, I'm stealing the belt." Grant declared stealing the belt from our shared disguise bag. It was part of the disguise, make two entirely new outfits with two private school uniforms and a bag of street close.

"Fine, but I get the jeans." I slid my khakis off and replaced them with the dark washed jeans. I unbuttoned my blue-stripped dress shirt, leaving my white undershirt showing. Grant kept on his khakis, sliding on the dark polo, which seemed a size too small.

"Who gets the shoes?" We looked at each other. We were the same size. This was an issue.

"Take 'em." I conceded. He took the converse and I stayed in the black dress shoes.

"You have until the mall closes to find eight highly trained operatives. Good luck men." Matthews smirked, "Make it clear that you are identifying them as a spy, understand?"

Cammie's P.O.V.

"So what shall we do now that we have no money in the middle of a Connecticut mall?" Bex asked.

"Connecticut?" How would she know that?

"The receipt." She walked over to a table in the middle of the food court, "Sit. I'll go get us coffee."

"But we don't have any..."

"Leave that to me, Cammie dear." She walked over to the coffee stand. She placed her order. When the boy behind the counter handed her her order she began to rummage in the bag she had bought. Only the two of us new it was empty, but it was part of our cover. The boy looked her up and down, taking in the blue shirt with a purple floral pattern tucked into a belted blue pencil skirt falling at mid calf, showing of her amazing legs which were only accented by the navy blue booties.

She wrote something on a napkin before returning to me, coffee in hand, "Caramel Frappuccino for you," she handed me the drink in question, "and a Mocha Coconut Frappuccino for me." She sat across from me.

Zach's P.O.V.

"We are at a mall, with no money, what do we do?" Grant asked.

"We sit and enjoy the view." I smirked, sitting on a bench, glancing about the little coffee area appreciating the short skirts and low cut shirts. "Ok, one to ten, third table from the right."

"Floral dress, Brown boots?" He asked, I nodded, "Seven, maybe eight."

"Come on, she's at least an eight. What about her friend?"

"Ten." He was right, but it was the first girl I couldn't take my eyes off of.

"Gelled black hair. Brown eyes. In the Forever 21." I heard Noel through the comms, "And her friend, black hair blue eyes." Owen added.

"Very nice Mr. Chaplin, Mr. Leach." Agent Matthews lauded from his perch just inside my peripheral view.

I glanced at the girls again, but they were still there, smiling and laughing. The darker one looked directly at us. She waved while her friend giggled and blushed. "I think we've just been invited over." Grant laughed. We stood to join the girls.

Cammie's P.O.V.

"Bex, no." I scolded, keeping a smile on my face, "No, no, no."

"Come on, Cam. We are at a mall. They're hot."

"Hello there ladies." The two boys sat down in the two vacant chairs. "My name's Grant. And you two are?"

"Rebecca, but I go by Bex." She smiled at Grant.

"And you are?" I asked the other boy.

"I could ask you the same." He smirked at me.

I'll admit, Bex was right; he was hot. Slightly shorter than Josh, my ex, but he was more built, more athletic. Dark brown, maybe black hair. But it was the eyes that made it impossible for me to come up with a clever retort. Deep emerald with a dancing light. "But I asked first."

"I'm Zach. Happy?" He cocked an eyebrow leaning forward onto the table.

"Cammie, and yes, I am." I sipped on my drink.

"Outside Forever 21. Two dark hair, one dark eyes the other blue." Mick's voice came over the comms.

"Very nice Ms. Morrison, Ms. Alvarez." I noticed Zach and Grant wince a bit. Very slight, but I knew Bex saw it.

Zach's P.O.V.

The game went on. Grant and I stayed with the girls, chatting and surveying at the same time. We listened as four more enemies were found and six more of our guys were comprimised. That left Grant and I and some guys, after all, girls were the only ones that had been found and the girls sulking out of shops didn't exactly look capable of compromising spies-in-training.

"Come on, just one sip." I tried to snatch Cammie's drink from her.

"Go get your own." She laughed.

"I just want a sip. I'll kiss you for it." Most girls would accept that offer, wouldn't they?

"Don't make me do this Zach."

"Do what?" I leaned in closer, smirking at her, "Kiss me?"

She made eye contact with Bex. The two of them smiled wickedly at each other. They spoke at the same time.

Bex: "Bonde hair, blue eyes."

Cammie: "Dark hair, green eyes."

The two of them spoke in unison, "Beside me."

I swear, I must have looked like a fish out of water as my CoveOps teacher's voice came over the comms, "Mr. Goode, Mr. Newman. You have been compromised."

"How'd you know?" I asked Cammie.

She laughed before her and Bex got up and walked off, leaving Grant and I defeated at the table.