by Ally Carter
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But at the word encrypted, Liz had snatched the journal form my hands and was holding it up to the light.
"Its the pigeons!" she shouted, and I worried that Tina, Eva, Courtney, and the rest of the junior class might come barging into our suite with crossbows and curling irons.
"This is it," Liz said, jabbing her finger onto the page. "See, look at this. Its almost more like hieroglyphs in a way. Almost like a -"
"Language," Macey said.
Lizs eyes shone in the dim room. "Yeah, that exactly it. "
"And you dont crack languages - not really," Bex said. "You learn them. "
"Or you translate them," Macey said.
"Exactly. Mr. Solomon didnt leave a bunch of crazy scribblings on a board . . . " Liz started.
"He left a key. " Macey reached out to take the book. She ran her finger over the page. "Is this Mr. Solomons handwriting?"
"No," I found myself whisper. "Its my dads. "
Chapter Thirty-Two
Covert Operations Report
(Translated by Operative Morgan and Sutton)
Day 1
Joes nightmares are back.
He says theyre nothing, but I can hear him screaming down the hall - something about Blackthorne and Vatican City. Last night I ran to his room and found him reaching, half asleep, for a knife.
He says he had an op go bad there. Only problem is, according to Langley, Agent Joseph Solomon has never been to Rome.
Day 26
I wish someone would tell me that its okay to spy on my best friend. I keep this journal in code. I listen to his calls. Tonight I followed him to a dead letter drop in Georgetown.
I wish someone would tell me that Im crazy. It would be far better than being right, because all I can think about is the passport I found in his safety deposit box (yeah, I also broke into his safety deposit box).
Three years ago he went to Rome on a passport not issued by the CIA - at the same time that someone tried to kill the Pope.
With a knife.
I really hope Im going crazy.
Day 92
I think I know what Jose was. What he is?
But . . . no. it cant be true.
I dont want it to be true.
Day 96
Some people say the Circle doesnt exist - that there is no ancient association of spies and assassins out to manipulate the world order, but it turns out they are real.
Turns out my roommate is one.
Turns out a people are.
Day 100
Joe told me the truth tonight. Joe told me everything.
Were going to stop them. It might be the last thing we ever do, but well do it.
I didnt dare linger on those last words - think about what they meant.
"How old were they when they wrote that?" Bex asked.
I looked at the date at the corner of the page and did the math in my head. "Twenty-three," I said, and then I re-did the math, because it didnt seem right that my father had started chasing the Circle of Cavan before hed even started dating my mother - that this mission was officially older than I was.
"Turn," Liz said, not trying to hide her impatience at being forced to read at a non-speed-of-light pace, but these were the last things my father would ever say to me. I wanted to make every sentence count.
Day 219
After nine months of bureaucracy and protocol, Operatives Morgan and Solomon have concluded that the criminal organization known as the Circle of Cavan has too many double agents placed within official intelligence organizations to be effectively neutralized through official channels.
Its a good thing Operatives Morgan and Solomon and very good at being unofficial.
Day 290
After two weeks in Rome, The Operatives have ascertained that the Circles base of operations here has been shut down or relocated since Operative Solomon was sent to Vatican.
They have also learned that a person will really get sick of pasta. Eventually.
Day 407
Today, Hungarian officials positively identified the body of the man found in a river in Budapest as the man who was thinking of providing intel to The Operatives about the Circles Eastern European operatives.
They killed him.
He was the best lead wed had in over a year, and they killed him.
The air around us was warmer; it was almost spring; and yet there were goose bumps on our arms. It still felt a long, long way from summer.
Day 506
The Deputy Director warned The Operatives again about taking on the Circle themselves, but Operative Solomon insists that the Circle has recruited too long and too well to be effectively targeted by a large-scale operation.
The Circle has spies. Literally. The Circle has spies everywhere.
The Operatives must go alone.
The more I read, the faster I turned the pages until, finally, I flipped to the end, desperate to read the last pages first - as if, maybe, this time it might have a different ending.
Day 5,860
The Operatives received word that their asset in Athens had had a breakthrough.
Operative Solomon had begun preparations to travel to Greece, but the Deputy Director of the CIA suspects The Operatives are still taking on the Circle on their own, so he has placed Operative Solomon on desk duty. Operative Morgan will go instead.
My father was thirty-nine when he wrote that, and the book was almost out of pages - the story, in a lot of ways, was almost at its end. So I held my breath and turned the page and saw that the handwriting changed. My fathers lazy scrawl was gone - replaced with the precise penmanship that Id seen scribbled across the sublevel blackboards for the past year and a half.
Day 5,869
Cutout made contact today with word that Operative Morgan did not appear at their meeting. Cutout will follow backup protocols again until Operative Morgan shows.
Day 5,878
Operative Solomon arrived at Operative Morgans safe house in Athens, but it appears he never made it this far. Will begin backtracking immediately.
Day 5,892
CIA has been contacted. Full force of The Agency is now involved in the search for Operative Morgan.
Day 5,900
Three weeks of looking and trail has gone cold.
Hes gone.
Hes just gone.
Someone has to tell Rachel.
Chapter Thirty-Three
THINGS THAT WOULD NEVER BE
THE SAME, NEVER, EVER AGAIN
(A list my Cameron Morgan)
·Maceys pajama pants: because grass stains and air shaft dirt never come out.
·Agent Townsends reputation: because if word ever got out that the four of us had done what hed been trying to do for months, Im pretty sure theyd take away his double-0
status (If Tina was even right that he had one).
·Liz: because the Pigeon Code had opened up a whole new world of cryptography (and she was already pretty obsessed with the old one).
·Bex: because her parents had been right.
·Bex: because her parents had been wrong.
·Me: just because.
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The next night I walked toward my mothers office carrying my fathers journal and my teachers secret. I had no idea which one was heavier.
"It wasnt Sodium Pentothal, was it?"
I spun at the sound and saw Agent Townsend standing in the Hall of History, staring at me through the protective glow of Gillys - I mean Cavans - sword.
"In the apple?" he clarified.
"I dont know what youre -" I tried to push past him and into my mothers office, but his hand was on my arm. His breath was warm in my ear.
"You can try ot lie to me, but I wouldnt recommend it. "
My fathers journal was in my backpack, and it felt like a talisman, giving me strength.
"Get your hand off me. " Townsend eyed me but didnt move, and I tried to
twist free.
"Teachers cant manhandle students and make wild accusation. The trustees would never
-"
"Oh, but the trustees have been employing a famous double agent for almost two years.
Theyre very eager to help. "
"Im still a student at this school and -"
"Now, now, Ms. Morgan. Wither youre a trained operative Im supposed to distrust and respect, or a sixteen-year-old girl -"
"Just turned seventeen," I corrected him.
" - Im supposed to go east on. You cant have it both ways. " He released my arm and steeped away. "I would have thought your precious Mr. Solomon would have taught you better than that. "
"Hes not my Mr. Solomon. "
"Sure he is. Isnt that why you and your little friends tried to hack into my records? Stake out my office? Put some nasty concoction inside the apple of an unsuspecting teacher?"
I didnt say a thing.
"Thats good; dont dent it. Denying the undeniable just makes you sound like a fool as well as a liar. In this profession, you can be one - sometimes the other. But never both.
He moved through the Hall of History, eyeing our most prized possessions as if they were trinkets at a fair.
He didnt face me as he asked, "You believed him, didnt you? Thought he was a good guy? Well, thats your mistake. No one - and I do mean no one - in this line of work is ever truly a good guy. It we were, wed be doing something bloody well different form this. "
He didnt know what he was talking about. He didnt know . . . anything. I started toward my mothers office, needing her more than ever, desperate to shoe her - to prove that we werent fools.
"Shes not in there," he called across the empty hall. I felt my blood turn cold.
"Where is she?"
He smiled slightly. "Gone. "
"What did you do to her?"
"Me?" he laughed. Yes, actual laughage. "Allow me to clear some things up for you, Ms.
Morgan. " He stepped closer. "Im not a member of the Circle. Ive never even seen Blackthorne. Of course, we probably had something like it - couldnt rule it out. " He shook his head. "But I was never a part of that. "
"A part of what?"
"I am the bloody good guy. "
I stood silent, watching him walk away, until . . .
"Youre wrong!" I yelled, the words echoing down the empty hall. "Youre wrong about everything!"
Agent Townsend stopped and turned slowly.
"Nine hours ago, a CIA transport team was ambushed outside of Langley. Three guards were killed and Joe Solomon was taken. " He stared at me down the long corridor. "Your innocent man is back with the Circle tonight, Ms. Morgan. They have him. Hes free. "
That night I had the strangest dream. I was standing at the top of the Grand Staircase in a long beautiful dress. I heard the sounds of the Virginia reel come sweeping toward me, and below me, people crowed the foyer floor. But the strangest thing of all was that my father was standing at the bottom of the staircase, waiting.
I descended the stairs and took his arm, and together we made our way through the crowd that filled the Grand Hall. There was dancing and drinking. It was a party, but the feeling in the room was that there was no reason at all to celebrate.
And then suddenly, a man appeared, holding a sword.
I knew I had to stop him - I had to make it stop - but the man moved faster toward where I stood. His eyes pulled closer in the dim ballroom, and I stared at a face I knew.
A face Ive kissed.
"No. " I might have said the word, but I hand was over my mouth. Strong arms were holding me down while I kicked at the covers wrapped tightly around my legs.
Then I heard a deep voice whisper my name. "Cammie, wake up. "
