SpyCam: The Final Fight

By Zoe Wynns

Everything comes to a head in this fifth and final book of the series as fifteen-year-old Cam is thrust into a series of events that lead her to the final battle against the notorious supervillain Shardstorm. But things may not be as they seem. Secrets are up in the air, it's hard to know who to trust, and the danger has never been higher. Can Cam and her friends make it out of this most difficult spy mission of all alive? And will the devastating revelations be worth it?
This is the fight of a lifetime. Are you ready to join?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zoe Wynns
• Release date: Sep 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463379615

Zoe Wynns

UNC student who occasionally writes novels.Thanks to everyone who's checked out my work! You can contact me at [e-mail] for any inquiries.

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SpyCam:

The Final Fight

By Zoe Wynns

Stop right here! This book is the fifth and last in a series. If you haven’t read the other books, check them out by searching the name Zoe Wynns SpyCam on Smashwords, Google, or iBooks. This book will make more senses and be a satisfying conclusion to the series if you’ve read the other four.

Thank you!

Praise for Zoe Wynns

Zoe Wynns is a talented young writer who is off to a terrific start with SpyCam: The President Plot.  This is an entertaining and well-paced read, driven by spirited 14-year-old Cam and her plucky BFF, Stella. Zoe's novel has suspense, adventure and a lot of heart — a combination that will leave readers eager to take more fictional journeys with Cam and crew!

—Tracie Fellers (fiction and nonfiction author with work in Long Story Short:  Flash Fiction by Sixty-Five of North Carolina's Finest Writers, and 27 Views of Raleigh)

Zoe Wynns is an amazing author. Her first two books were well written and interesting. I have read Journey to the End five times. Her book, Flicker, Fade, Soar, that I recently just finished, was awesome. This new book is obviously another masterpiece. Keep going Zoe!

-Caleb McLamb (CEO of M-Tech)

Zoe Wynns has done it again. Her SpyCam books are the sort of chair-gripping page-turners that grab you at the prologue and continue to hold on after the final page has been read. But it’s not only the 394 unexpected plot twists that make her writing impossible to put down; her characters, too, are unforgettable. Whether it’s selfless Cam, spunky Stella, or power-crazed Shardstorm, Zoe’s characters don’t just come alive off the page -- they jump out at you with every witty remark or infamous almost-kiss, throwing confetti into the air (or in Shardstorm’s case, bombs). In short? Zoe’s novels are the rare, wonderful kind that will touch your heart and stay there forever.

-Luna Hou (winner of Wake County’s annual Teen Poetry Contest)

If you are into spies, youth fiction, and adventure, Zoe Wynns is an up-and-coming author you should definitely check out. Her SpyCam series features a strong, bright female protagonist who faces a world of conquering the bad guys with ingenuity, humor and a minimum of blood and gore. Wholesome excitement that will keep you turning pages until the end... and then you start the next book!

-Kathryn Tinsley, former college psychology instructor

I am sixteen years old. SpyCam: The Final Fight is my eighth self-published book. Feel free to send me feedback if you find a mistake in the book, but know that I tried my best, worked very hard on the book, and I am very proud of the final novel. Thank you for downloading or purchasing this book.

If you enjoy this book, feel free to download my seven other self-published books. Journey to the End is available on iBooks and Smashwords. Flicker, Fade, Soar is available on iBooks and Smashwords. SpyCam: The President Plot, SpyCam: The Android Attack, SpyCam: The School Secret and SpyCam: The Time Team are available on iBooks and Smashwords. Awaken Illusionia is also available on iBooks and Smashwords.

Please rate this book or write a quick review if you enjoy it! Thanks in advance!

I hope you enjoy SpyCam: The Final Fight!

This is a work of fiction. While some businesses and places do exist that I’ve mentioned, any interactions inside those places or any descriptions of those places are purely fictional. All persons are fictional, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

This book is published by Smashwords. No part of this book may be copied or reproduced without the consent of Zoe Wynns. All questions to [e-mail].

Summary: Everything comes to a head at the villain Shardstorm’s headquarters for the Final Fight in the spy world.

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Copyright © 2019 Zoe Wynns.

Prologue

Beautiful was not often a word used to describe her.

Cold. Strong. Powerful. Calculating. Those were the words more often used when a bystander would get a glimpse of her, and she could hear their nervous whispers to their friends.

Who is she? Why is she here? Why does she look like that?

She would then pierce them with a glare from her harsh brown eyes and they would shut up immediately.

Still, perhaps if they weren’t so terrified of her they would see the beauty in her features. Her cheekbones were sharp, and her eyes had a depth in them that only a few of high intelligence could match.

That’s probably why Dash Tempest, who had sworn to keep to his path alone, fell for her.

She had big plans, just like he did. She had her eyes on power, just like he did. And when they came together, Dash just knew they could accomplish what he had before found impossible.

They never married, but she was his partner, his lover, for almost two years. At some time during those two years, Dash Tempest made the transition from a young man who simply yearned for power to a supervillain named Shardstorm.

And his lover made the transition from a young, powerful woman called Raven who knew what she wanted for herself, to a nameless sidekick swallowed up by a supervillains’ plans.

And on the days she wasn’t nameless, it was worse.

You call this a program? snarled Shardstorm into Raven’s face.

D-Dash, it is a program. Exactly the one that you asked—

She was cut off as Shardstorm slapped her in the face. She stumbled backwards, crashing into a wheeled filing cabinet and sending papers spiraling everywhere.

"You almost revealed us! This does not have the proper web security and an agent from that @#$&ing organization almost found us." He reared up to hit her again, but she backed up more quickly than his hand could move.

No, Raven said quietly. I did it exactly as you said to.

I said to make sure it was properly encrypted, Shardstorm growled with terrifying softness in his voice. "Fix it now… or else."

Raven looked like she was going to say something else, but she didn’t. She turned and went back to her laptop, stumbling a little and trying to hide it.

The bruise on her face wouldn’t blossom until tomorrow, and it would fade in time, but the scarring pain on the inside that she felt would never leave her. And she knew it would only get worse.

That night, she packed her bags and left only when the entire headquarters were silent.

Except for the guards, but they knew her. They were loyal to Shardstorm, but they had a special place in their hearts for Raven. So as they saw her shadowed form approaching as the sun started to rise over the horizon, they simply gave her a sad nod and watched her leave the place forever.

Shardstorm barely noticed she was gone. He was too caught up in his most recent plan, building his empire, hiring his scientists and agents and slowly inducting them into the world of the supervillain. It was slow progress, and he had few breakthroughs.

And he swept his children up right along with him.

By the time they were ten, Jai and Asher were as loyal to Shardstorm as any other agent, though not entirely of their own free will.

Jai lay huddled in a corner, with a welt on his arm and another one blossoming on his face. Dad, stop it! he cried out, his voice not yet deepened and his mind not quite fully adjusted to the idea of being a supervillain forever.

You brought this on yourself, Shardstorm spat. You tried to go out.

I just wanted to see the sun, I hadn’t seen it in ages— Jai was cut off as Shardstorm slapped him again, this time so hard that he was knocked silent for a moment.

And then Jai was older, but he still had the same bruises, but in slightly different places. He was standing on his own two feet, though swaying slightly. And Shardstorm had the long, stretched scar across his face and twice the anger in his eyes, a snarl marring his once-handsome features.

She got away, Shardstorm snarled, with cold, hard fury in his voice. You let Cam get away when she was right in front of you.

Shardstorm, there was nothing I could have done, Jai answered with a calm but slightly shaking voice.

You could have done something other than let her walk away, Shardstorm roared, raising his hand. But Jai caught it in midair before it was about to hit him, both of their arms shaking from the strain. Eventually Shardstorm broke free, but he didn’t finish the blow. He simply gave Jai one last piercing glare, and stormed out of the room. As soon as he was gone, Jai sank to the ground, his legs giving out, all his willpower gone.

Meanwhile, Asher was two levels underground in a cold, dark prison, half unconscious from the blows suffered from his father.

I’m not a traitor, Asher whispered, his words slurred with pain.

A few moments passed, and then Asher heaved a long sigh and spoke again, this time his voice perfectly clear.

If somebody doesn’t stop him soon, he’s going to win.

Chapter One

Do you, Alen James, take Elena Abercrombie to be your lawfully wedded wife?

Agent Semaj— or rather, the man I knew as Agent Semaj, gave his soon-to-be-wife a loving look. I do.

When are they gonna kiss? whined Zoey, drawing out the last word, bouncing beside me. This young soon to be Agent-in-training was always full of energy, and it showed.

Shhh, I hushed her with a grin. Soon.

I turned back and looked exasperatedly at my boyfriend, Lukas. His light brown hair fell endearingly over his eyes, swept around by the wind. I knew it was a bad idea to take them, I murmured with a smile, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

Lukas took my hand and gave a stern but loving glare to Zoey, who immediately stopped bouncing and gave him a sheepish grin.

The day of the wedding had dawned beautiful and clear, with no more than a few clouds in the sky. This November was unusually warm, and it seemed the whole city was vying to be outside as much as possible.

The wedding venue was a gorgeous choice. It was about an hour’s drive to reach it, but the beauty was worth it. We were surrounded by gentle green rolling hills covered with soft, green grass. A rainbow of wildflowers burst forth from the moist ground, coloring the landscape, and a light smattering of thin trees was just visible in the distance.

Do you, Elena Abercrombie, take Alen James to be your lawfully wedded husband?

The beautiful bride, known to me as Agent Rivers, gave Agent Semaj a cheeky grin, her wavy chestnut hair bouncing in her high, loose bun. You bet I do.

That’s not what she’s supposed to sa-ay, Angie said with a small pout.

This older soon-to-be Agent-in-training was definitely calmer than her younger counterpart, but she still had a tendency to want things to be done exactly the way they were supposed to be.

It’s okay, she’s making it her own, my fellow Agent, Marlee, told Angie with a big smile, her bright purple lipstick and bubblegum-pink hair making her stand out among the crowd.

This wedding thing is really weird, Emmi, my android friend, muttered from beside Marlee. She looked stunning as always, her dark skin contrasting beautifully with the luscious white dress she was wearing. Her shyness made her dislike large crowds, so I was proud of her for coming here today.

I think it’s kinda funny, my best friend Stella responded, looking interestedly at the pastor, who was about to speak again.

Then, I hereby pronounce you husband and wife, the pastor said with a smile.

Stella put her face right up to mine and made a kissy face less than an inch away from my cheek.

Sto-OP it! I laugh-whispered, shoving her face away from mine. Ew, now my hand is covered in your Stella spit.

That’s why all the boys love me, Stella said jauntily, giving her light blonde hair a toss over her shoulder.

You may kiss the bride, the pastor finished.

Agent Semaj planted a kiss on his wife’s lips as the crowd hooted and hollered.

WHOO-HOO!