Ian looked dejectedly out his window. It was a sunny spring day in London, a rare one, and he could hear people laughing as they walked across the street. He turned back to his computer, and continued working. He was working on some important Lucian files, concerning the Vespers and their stronghold.
Ever since the Cahill's gave Vesper 1 all the items and they let the hostages go, Ian couldn't help but feel a little sickness in his stomach that it wasn't all over. Every waking moment he spent was thinking about what the Vespers were doing with those items, and where they were.
He forced himself to stare at his computer, reading the sentence again and again, until it made some sense in his mind.
It didn't.
He got up and made his way to the kitchen, looking for something to eat. It took a while, considering his office was three floors above the kitchen. As he made his way downstairs, he could hear Natalie whining to their carer about the lack of soap variety. Before he could stop himself he said, "Oh, shut up, Natalie."
He saw Natalie's face cringe in pain, then she ran up to her room, sobbing. He tried to stem the flow of guilt that was rising up inside him. Natalie had just come home, and already he had succeeded in making her cry. He sighed. Ever since the clue hunt he had been feeling the same: tired, lonely, annoyed. His therapist said he was depressed. He didn't believe it for a second.
The doorbell rang, and suddenly he remembered. Quinn was coming over today! He had completely forgotten. He rushed to answer the door before his girlfriend wondered where he was. He just opened the door and said, "Hey, babe," when he saw who it was. A large man was standing over him, holding a gun. He smiled, pointed the gun at Ian, and shot.
Whoever it was, it wasn't Quinn.
Amy Cahill was also, at that exact same time, staring at the screen of her computer, but for an entirely different reason.
She was reading some emails that her boyfriend Evan had sent her.
Dear Amy, I love you so much and desperately need and miss you. I love you so much, and I just want you to know, I nominated us for Prom King and Queen.
Come over tonight, 'kay?
Love, Evan xoxoxo.
Amy tried to fight the nausea that was coming up inside of her. What in the world…?
She didn't even bother to finish the thought in her head. Why am I still with him?! She screamed in her mind.
Why, why, why, why!
Ever since that thing she had with Jake, she couldn't help feeling that Evan was exactly the opposite of the kind of boyfriend she wanted. Sure, he was sweet and kind, but it had gotten to a point where it was driving her crazy! She took a deep breath and decided. She was going to have to break up with him.
She emailed Evan back saying she would come over, and hurried out the door. She took a deep breath and sniffed in the fresh Boston air, before climbing into her brand new green Lamborghini, and driving off. She turned up the radio, and started singing along, her hair billowing in the cool breeze. She had just turned out of her street, when she noticed an odd black car right behind her. In it she saw a large man.
With a gun.
She quickly veered off the road, into a green space with a small park. She knew this man was a Vesper, she just knew. And she knew she had to get away. She rambled the car on towards the park, trying to get out of the way of the screaming children running frantically in every direction. She swerved the car around in the right direction, and kept going.
The man in the black car was right beside her now, and he expertly cut her off, ramming her into something she conveniently hadn't seen.
A tree.
The impact of the smash blew up her airbag, and for a moment everything froze in time.
Then the sound of police sirens caught her attention, and she struggled to free herself from the seat. Amazingly, nothing had been broken, and she felt reasonably stable. She flung open her door and stepped out, running for her life.
Except she never made it, because the man in the car had already sent the bullet towards her head.
Two doors open, he thought. Two Cahill's down.
The paper the next day read:
Crazy Car Crash On Cruppers Street
Yesterday afternoon, there was a car crash in the small green space off Cuppers Street. A green Lamborghini swerved off the side off the road, and started in the direction of the park. Luckily, a man in a black car who saw the whole thing, managed to ram the driver into a tree, saving all those innocent children from death. The whereabouts of the crazy driver are unknown, though, and the driver has not been seen since the incident.
