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"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?


7. Encounter

The iced leaves crunched beneath my feet as I ran, my heart pounding. I could still hear the gunshots, but they sounded further away. I stopped, leaned against a tree trunk, caught my breath. Maybe they had given up. Maybe it was a scare tactic. But I was most afraid of who they really were.

Another shot sounded. I groaned and picked up the pace. I felt my foot brush against something solid, and I nearly lost my balance. I looked back over my shoulder to examine the trip hazard - perhaps a piece of bark.

But it was a body.

"Mr Solomon?" I cried out to the man running towards me.

"Are you alright? What happened?!" he asked frantically. 

"Did you kill him?" I asked, gesturing to the lifeless agent sprawled on the floor. But he ignored my question.

"You need to get out of here," he said, his eyes locked with mine. 

"But, this is a mission," I stammered.

"No. It's gone wrong. Trust me," he urged.

"We should just call for backup then." I reached for my phone.

"No." He guided my hand away. "You mustn't call anyone. Especially not Zach."

"Zach? Why?" I asked, confused.

"Trust me Charlie." His green eyes burnt into mine, and all I could do was nod.

"Now go!" he insisted.

 Something was really wrong. Mr Solomon was afraid. And so was I. I stayed still, my feet glued to the ground.

"Go," he instructed, and I knew he wouldn't take no for an answer. "And don't trust him."

I spun round to face my teacher. "Trust who?"

But Joe Solomon had already disappeared.

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