Identity Unknown

"Being back here made me see how much it can get to you; the training, all of the lessons, even just the environment we are in. We aren't the same as everyone else. And everyone else can never know.'

After six months of searching for her father, Charlotte Goode returns to the Gallagher Academy. Exams and eager friends await, but something is wrong. When a phone call changes everything, Zach can offer the answer - but someone will stop at nothing to keep him silent. And when a double agent is revealed, Charlotte must choose who to trust - but time is running out, and the Academy's greatest secrets are at risk.

The stakes are higher, but is she ready?


26. Don't tell me I'm dreaming

Sunbaked streets lay ahead of me. Gorgeous aromas of fish frying on a barbeque and dusted with spice wafted through the late morning air. But I pushed that aside, counting my steps, watching the crowds, waiting for a signal.

"How's it going, Peregrine?" I said, using Stevens' codename.

No response.

"Andrew?" I tried, but was met with silence. Until...

"Now," I heard a voice. Then a snap that made me wince. I crept into an alley, straining to hear what was happening.

"Andrew?" I said again, this time more desperately. The response was an agonised scream.

"Right, I'm coming to find you." It went against all of the rules of surveillance I had ever learnt, but there had been nothing from the target in over an hour, and my fellow agent was in danger.

I ran, my feet slamming against the paving stones. I should have strolled calmly, enjoying the sun like everyone else around me, and plus, movement was detected so easily, but I had to reach him. I was so close...

But then a hand grabbed my arms, twisting a rag across my face, as I look up into a face I swore I recognised...


I jolted awake, breathing unsteadily, Bex beside me.

"Bad dream?" she asked. But I shook my head.

"No dream. It was real. That was the mission I was on."

"What happened?" But the memory was slipping from my grasp. I blinked hard, studying my arms for bruises from my attacker's vice-like grip, but they were unmarked, my usual porcelain skin staring back at me.

"What happened?" Bex asked again, but I wasn't listening properly. I remembered a whisper of a conversation from the dream. I grabbed the notebook by my bed and started scrawling.

'Target's down, Wise-Guy. Returning to DR now.'

Bex smiled slightly. "What?"

"Mr Solomon's codename is so lame." Her words slammed into me harder than a well-delivered barrel punch. I pushed my duvet aside and made for the door, the floor cool against my feet.

"Where are you going?" Again I avoided her question, looking at my friend's face as I spoke.

"Joe Solomon ordered Zach to kill Stevens. And I need to know why."

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