FYI: I don't know how theCIA gets cammie to look like kat but its not plastic surgery.

KAT

Kat was so close to the Monet, a fury of spring colors; it was a sight to behold. it was no wonder that Vistly Romoni sought it. She nimbly stepped under a trip wire. She thought about the feeling that she would get to be the first Bishop to rob the New York Art museum since great Aunt Penny who did the 1988 heist. After that it was just armatures with faulty plans that always got caught. But Kat had thought this through going through all the security procedures to ensure that she would be alone with the artwork even if it was only for a couple of minutes. A couple of minutes which was all she needed.

Normally the rest of the crew would be here but they all had a social life, or…well more exactly Hale and Gabriel had a social life, Hamish and Angus were doing a job in Vienna for Angus's birthday and Simon was at a 'techie con.' in Washington D.C. so Kat was left to do miscellaneous jobs all over the place. A statue in France, couple of van gohs in a art exhibit in England. Nothing too straining or hard for Kat to handle alone without her crews help and support.

So here Kat was in the big apple alone inches away from a priceless painting. her gloved hands stroked the frame before grasping hold of the painting.

All Kat's hopes wishes and dreams were all trampled, dashed and ripped apart to be shish ca bobbed when she heard a single male voice, deep, gravelly and gruff. "Freeze!"

Kat at first thought it was Uncle Eddie messing with her but the hope was gone as soon as it appeared. Uncle Eddie wouldn't do something like that at a time like this and he also would not have been able to have the chance seeing as he was conning the casinos in L.A. Kat swiveled around to face a large man wearing a CIA uniform.

That was when the truth went and head butted her rudely in the face. She had been caught. Bagged just like an armature street thief. Caught and checked off a list of millions of other international art thieves. As more me stepped out from their skillful hiding places in the shadows cast but abstract work from recent artists That Kat had noticed but payed no heed to, Kat realized it was an easy mistake that had cost her. It had been set up, but set up by whom more importantly. Questions bubbled up inside of Kat and the only thing she could do was try not to break down crying when the cold metal hand cuffs were slapped on to her wrists signifying her capture. And she had had some great escapes before but she was no Harry Houdini. What now?

CAMMIE

Cammie looked into the mirror to see Katarina Bishop looking intensely right back at her with her own scrutinizing glare. They had done it. She, Cameron Morgan spy in training, was now temporarily Katarina Bishop international thief .

Still in an amazed daze Cammie or Kat was lead back to her mother's office also known as the headmistress or Rachel Morgan's office. "Kat" was greeted by Joseph or Joe Solomon the covert operations (or cov. Opts. For short) teacher

"ok Cammie you are now Katarina Bishop. Here is where we put the training to the test. Are you ready for this, you can back out now?" Cammie could faintly remember nodding and declining the way out and stepping into a helicopter.

Only when she did reach W.W. Hale's Maryland Estate did she start to have second thoughts and become suddenly self consensus. This was enemy territory. She pushed those unnerving thoughts aside she put on a cocky confidant smirk and opened the left double door. She stepped into a marble floored room and despite all the training that Cammie had and the fact that she was good friends with Macy McHenry the rich, senators daughter she couldn't contain the little gasp that escaped her lips at the sight of the interior of the large house.

"Impressed kitty Kat?" asked a handsome figure with a golden tan and hair swept across his forehead, someone that Bex would probably describe as 'bloody gorgeous'. Cammie could only guess that this was W.W. Hale the forth. So the CIA's Intel was right, W.W. Hale was on the wrong side. But those thoughts were pushed aside when W.W. Hale appeared at her side talking over her shoulder, making her twitch slightly. If she had been any one else she would have jumper out of her skin, but this wasn't the case. Sadly W.W. Hale saw the small movement and make the young multi billionaire smile "hmmm..I have never seen you as a scaredy Kat, Kat" he said having a jibe at Cammie's supposed name.

Cammie mentally cursed herself. From what she had seen of the real Katarina she was not doing a very god job. Katarina was fearless and always had a comeback as well as a cool demeanor that was only skin deep during the interrogations.

But before Cammie could say anything W.W. Hale unexpectantly dropped the subject and said in a more serious tone, "Kat, are you going to be at the family heist? I know that you said that you we're going to start boarding school again, but remember, last time poor Mr. principal lost my convertible," hale said the next part in a rush "Kat, the family needs you."

Cammie's confusion over toke her more dominate controlled side. "What family heist?"

W.W. Hales eyes widened in surprise making Cammie want to turn invisible and curl up in a hole and die.

"the one every year? Ring any bells Kitty? Uncle Eddie and your dad have been planning this one for weeks!" now hale looked suspicious but the suspicious looks were cut off by a leggy girl with silky blonde hair that stopped somewhere between her waist and shoulders. "I'm here, interrupting some thing… good." With that she dragged the two to a read flashy convertible.

R&R~should i continue?