What It's Supposed to Be
Chapter 1 - Foreign Feeling
Ian Kabra never felt remorse. Ever. It was in the blood of the descendants of Luke like himself, who were known for being cold and merciless. This was true for him until... yesterday.
When the hunt for the 39 clues led the Cahill siblings to England, the Kabras' native land, bad luck never seemed to leave them. First, they were practically surrounded by the Kabras. They already have much power over countries not their own. You can only guess how much control they have over their homeland. Second, the incident yesterday was one of the most horrible things that ever happened to Amy and Dan since they joined the search. And now their lives lay on the Kabras' ruthless hands since they managed to take them as captives.
And this was exactly why Ian's guilt was eating him alive and driving him insane. He regretted imprisoning his relatives. He really did.. But the thing that deprived him of sleep last night was not because of his conscience. It was because he didn't even know the reason behind his regret! Maybe it was because they had really been good alliances once upon a time. But that was only once! And to him, they were just stairs he could climb up on to reach the top and succeed. So why exactly was he feeling remorse?
A gentle knock on the door ruined his peace. Well - not exactly peace because he's been having a disturbed mind lately. He sighed. He didn't need to have x-ray vision to know who was on the other side of the door. His partner in crime and sister, Natalie, was one of the most graceful people he had ever known. And you can tell if she was the one knocking on your door. "Come in!" he called. The door knob twisted and in came Natalie wearing her usual slacks-and-blazer ensemble. She had on a pair of black leather ankle boots with 3 inched heels. She'll probably give you the impression of an FBI agent.
"Ian, time to get your lazy butt off that bed. NOW." she said impatiently. Ian groaned and rolled over to the other side so that his back was facing Natalie.
"I said." she repeated, a little more loudly this time, "Get. Up." When he didn't move, she nudged his back not so gently with her heels.
"Jeez! Alright! I'm getting up, you insufferably impatient person!" Ian exclaimed then jumped off the bed.
Natalie laughed. "'Jeez'. Nice. What happened to traditional 'blimey' or 'ruddy hell'? You've been spending way too much time with Americans bro." She cleared her throat before speaking again. "Speaking of Americans... It's time to pay our cousins a visit."
Ian smoothed out his clothes and fixed his ruffled hair. They went down a flight of stairs before reaching a set of French doors which Natalie banged open. She pulled out her cellphone and dialed a few numbers. "Karl. Come pick us up. We're on the main house." She ended the call then shoved the phone back on her pocket. In a minute a golf car came to a halt in front of them. "Where to Ms. Kabra?" a uniformed man in his thirties asked. "To our guesthouse, Karl." she said with a wink.
They reached the Kabra jail in a few minutes. Natalie and Ian entered the small building. Inside was a long hallway with with doors on both sides. They stopped when they reached the last door to the left. Natalie placed her right palm on a scanner which glowed blue after registering her handprint. A small microphone then appeared beside the scanner. "Natalie Kabra." A (computerized) girl's voice came from the speaker above the door. "Identity confirmed. Access granted." it said. The steel door slid open and what Ian saw surprised him to say the least.