Ian's POV

Ian had always thought of himself as a very successful guy. At age 18 he, along with other people, beat the Vespers and straight after he became the head of the Lucian branch, but now, as he stared out of his window and into the blurry garden, the pouring rain drowning out the sound of his fingers tapping the keyboard he wished he had never taken the job as the boss. Hours of writing reports, strategies, letters and all other Lucian related stuff took up most of his social life. Many handsome men such as himself were usually married by the age of 21 yet he was still single and dreading it.

He could only just see the outline of the door in his dark study. The only light seen was his laptop's screen. He liked to work in the dark; it gave him a mysterious appearance. The old study door creaked open. Ian's sister, Natalie, strutted in wearing her famous Prada shoes and black Gucci dress. On an ordinary day- or night- such as this it would almost seem over dressed to wear such expensive clothes, yet for a Kabra it seemed almost underdressed. There he was, in his Ralph Lauren Suit and Armani shoes shining against the dreary sky.

"What do you want, dear sister?" Ian slyly asked.

Natalie smirked. "I just wanted to let you know that you have a phone call."

She held out their home phone which Ian so willingly took, anything to give him an excuse for not doing his work.

"Is this line secure?" asked a gruff voice. Ian recognised it immediately as his second-in-command, Louis Joince- a very intimidating man.

Ian sighed, "Yes, what is this call about?"

"We have received news that there are going to be attempts on your life by members of the other branches. We have to put you in protective custody."

Ian laughed, "I get several threats a day about killing me, what makes this information so special?"

"This is very serious Ian! You could at least let us put your house on lockdown."

"Very well" With a press of a button, Ian ended the call.

"Natalie!" Ian shouted, "Put the phone back!" He waited for a response. None.

"Natalie!" He yelled more urgently. Nothing. Ian got out of his leather chair and walked across the tiled study. He opened the creaky door and walked out, down the glass stairs. To the right was the front door and to the left was the living room. Ahead of him was the kitchen and behind the stairs were about a hundred bedrooms. This house is way too big for two people, Ian thought. He walked to the left, past the couch and towards the corner table, where the phone base lay. Once he put the phone on the base he started to walk back to the study. But then he heard a whimper from the kitchen. Ian looked curiously at the kitchen door and began to walk towards the white door. He pushed the door open to reveal a masked figure clasping a calm Natalie tightly, one hand over her mouth and the other around her arms and waist. A classic grab.

Amy's POV

This was not a normal day for Amy Cahill. A normal day would be to get up, get dressed, have breakfast and work at the Madrigal headquarters. Not get up, get dressed, have breakfast and go to work only to find out you have to kill someone! Amy had been trained very extensively in many things ever since the clue hunt and- at age 21- is considered the most experienced Madrigal…to kill someone.

She stood there, looking like a completed idiot in front of her Uncle Fiske and several co-workers, who pretended to work but were obviously listening in on their conversation, for a couple of minutes while he told her the news.

Finally Amy burst. "Fiske! I'm not killing anyone! Aren't Madrigals trying to bring the branches together? Killing the Lucian leader will bring us apart even more!"

He just stared at her, and then he said "Amy I understand but we have gathered information about him which suggests that he is planning an attack on our headquarters. With a threat like that many Madrigals could die, and we don't need you to kill him if you don't want to. We just want you to bring him in for questioning"

Now it was Amy's turn to stare.

"You're the last person I know to result to violence, Uncle Fiske."

He sighed, "I know but this could be a very serious situation and we need our best agent on it"

Amy stared into his eyes, "Alright" she said.

"Now we have booked you a plane to London" Fiske handed Amy a piece of paper, "Here is the address, where his room is located and other information"

Wow, this guy must be very important for this much information, Amy thought as she scanned the five pages of useless information.

"Your plane leaves in two hours, so I suggest you pack now.

Ian's POV

Usually when their sister was being held hostage, the brother would freak out. But not Ian, mainly because he was a Lucian- but also because he was about to pull out the gun in his back pocket. As he did so, the captor held up his- or her- hands and ran for the window on the left of him. Ian could've made a shot directly at the intruders head but he didn't want to get blood all over the new tiles.

Natalie batted a strand of hair out of her eye, "I really wish this would stop happening!" and she stomped away, to her room probably. Ian groaned, put the gun on the kitchen counter and walked back to his room, beside the study.

As he marched up the stairs he started to think about the clue hunt. And then the Vespers. And then he started to think about all of the friends he made. If you could call trying to kill each other friends. But then again that was the friendliest you could get with a Cahill from another branch. As he got into his room he started to unbutton his shirt while pacing his room. As he had undone the last button he felt something heavy drop on top of him.

Amy's POV

Not only was the plane ride boring, it was stinky. Amy had to sit next to a baby who had too much Pizza, according to the smell. Fortunately she had time to think about the mission and realised that she didn't even know who is the head of the Lucian branch. Now she was in the cab she was taking to the house of the mysterious Lucian. All of this reminded her of the Vesper battle, Evan, Jake and Ian. She had lost contact with all of them. The cab stopped abruptly. She gave some money to the driver, opened the door and stepped out onto the mowed grass. It was a nice house, she had to admit. White marble, very nice.

Amy looked at her paper. Second last room on the left. She looked at the house and found her target. She continued walking until she reached the house and began climbing, using her climbing skill. As she reached the window she quickly scanned the room. Satisfied, she climbed in and took her position on a beam running from one end of the room to the other. She sat there waiting for a couple of minutes until a young man, probably in his early twenties walked in. He walked around the room undoing his shirt. Once he stopped a bit in front of her, she jumped.

And landed on her target.

He landed on his back somehow and as soon as she saw his face a bell rang in her head. It was so familiar, yet not so familiar, as if a distant memory. She positioned herself instantly. He groaned and said, "I'm usually ecstatic whenever a woman is on top of me in this way, yet now I'm not, I wonder why?"

There was something about that voice, the silky British accent that made her loosen her grip. He didn't hesitate.

Ian's POV

He could tell straight away that the attacker was a woman as she was very lean and slim. She landed on top of him. Yet somehow he managed to land on his back. She placed herself so quickly and professionally that he barely had time to react. Her left leg was pressing against my right leg while her right leg was placed in-between my legs, ready to strike. Her hands grabbed mine in an icy grip. I stared at her face, into her eyes, at her hair. Something clicked in the back of my mind, those eyes looked so familiar. But he wouldn't let that stop him.

As soon as she loosened her grip he wrapped his left leg around her waist and rolled her over in a split second. His nose was just touching hers; his eyes were only an inch away from her eyes. And their lips were a couple of centimetres away. He leaned down towards her ear and whispered

"I believe that the situation is now reversed, surrender or I will hurt you"

She very badly suppressed a laugh and somehow managed to kick him in the stomach. He reeled back, stumbling to his feet. But she was already on her feet. He instantly recovered. She kicked him- or tried to. He grabbed her foot and twisted it. She showed no sign of pain. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the wall, him pushing against her. She just got angrier and kneed him between the legs. He stumbled to the floor but managed to roll away from a brutal kick.

The fight went on for a couple more minutes until Ian managed to get on top of her on the floor. It seemed like for ever that they stayed in this position, him using all his weight to crush her. She kept trying to wiggle out of his grip but eventually stopped. He thought he had won until she kissed him, on the lips.

It was such a shock to Ian that he didn't pull up. He kissed her back. It was a nice moment in his opinion until she, once again, kneed him in between the legs. And he -once again- stumbled back in pain, but this time he didn't recover that quickly. By the time he did recover, she had already pulled out a dart gun, pointed it at him and said, " Well that was definitely an interesting match" and pulled the trigger.