Prologue
*Emily's pov*
I jumped through a window. I was in the Vesper base. Then, I heard footsteps. "It's okay Vesper 10, We WILL have the clues. We WILL become the most powerful people in the world." The dude said. I think I remembered his voice from somewhere... but where? "But Joe,(A/N: Fake name i made up out of no where)what was the goal of kidnapping the Cahills, then asking for random stuff for a ransom? This stuff confusses me." The woman said. Wait a sec- I DO KNOW WHO THIS GUY IS! He's the man who... well... I cant excactly remember. I cant remember anything, actually. The last thing I remembered, I was 5... I was swinging... I fell off the swing... My parents went missing... This man with blond hair, creepy black eyes... Huh. I followed behind them. Then, the 2 of them saw me. The man turned around. "Hello... EMILY. What a surprise..." He said sounding REALLLLLY creepy. I freaked out, got a metal pole out of my back pack i had with me, and swung it at the guy. He knocked out with his forehead bleeding. The girl just stood there staring at the man. She looked at me and ran for her life. I brushed my hands and jumped back through the window.
Before you people out there ask any unnessary questions, I am Emily Tara Frow, a 13 year old Lucian agent. But, everyone calls me Emma. I have orange hair, freckles, tanned skin, and i'm wearing a grey sweat shirt that says: Emma :D. I'm wearing red jeans and i have a normal backpack on my back. I come from Australia, but I came to America when I was... well... I seriously dont remember. Now, do you really want to know what this is about? Hmm... then keep on reading.
The reason why I'm here is because some Cahill Agents got kidnaped and all that crap, and the rest of us has to save them or else the Vesper's might get the orignal cahill serum and all that junk. So, I'm giving the Vesper Base a "visit" to see what ever is happening. But, those 2 IDIOTS messed me up, and now I have to cut off my mission: Go to the Vesper base, And see whatever the HECK is going on. Well, that FAILED. I ran onto the street, crossed the street, but a random black limo came out of no where. It hit me. I fell on the floor, with my foot in total pain. A door opened. Some kid with chains, brown skin, baggy jeans and a normal t-shirt came out. "Oh shoot... Uh, this ain't good... We just ran over a chic..." He muttered. He picked me up. He looked at my sweat shirt. "Well, E-Dog, lets go back to F-Dog." He said. Okay, call me E-Dog again dude, I might attack you with my long, black painted nails. Then, I pretty much knocked out.