A/N:I'm so cliched. :P I had an idea just like this on a separate fanfiction account, but it sucked. I'm going to try to relive it through another archive, and let us hope it does not fail.


That's How You Play the Game

Six years after the hunt, Amy and Dan are sent to assassinate the Vespers' leader. Instead, they're met with a brainwashed Ian Kabra, who went missing with his mother right after the hunt. It's their choice to save the lost Lucian, or to save the Cahills.

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No one on the outside knows. They don't know that underneath their seemingly perfect surface are two organizations of families, creating everything we know today. They control everything we know about, or at least, everything we think we know about.

The Cahills and the Vespers.

The Cahills consists of five groups: the Tomas', the Janus', the Ekaterinas, the Lucians, and the most secretive of them all, the Madrigals. Divided by their strengths, rather than united by them, not only do they battle the enemy but they battle each other.

The Vespers are the more secretive of the groups. Not even some Cahills knew about them, for they kept to themselves, watching everyone's movement.

As of recently, the Lucian's leader has been discovered to be a Vesper. Isabel Kabra, alledged traitor, has returned to her supposed family, taking along with her only one child: her son. She left her daughter to the Lucians, deeming her "unnecessary".

Soon after, the young Kabra was brainwashed. He no longer knew what it was like to be a Lucian. He only knew of his Vesper family, and his enemies: the foolish Cahills. All too busy fighting each other to see the true enemy.

Now it was his turn to join the fight. After years of training, twenty-year-old Ian Kabra has been assigned his biggest mission ever: to kill the leader of all five branches. He's not alone, either. Having brought along only two colleagues, both trained well, he is determined to accomplish this mission.

On the other side of the wall, another agent of the Cahills has been assigned to capture and kill the Vesper's leader. He is to work with his sister, twenty-year-old Amy Cahill, in order to follow out this mission. The two, both future Madrigal leaders, are determined to fight for the sake of their family.

Neither knew of the others' mission. Neither knew that the other existed, for that matter. Ian had lost all of his memories, and the Cahills assumed him to be dead by then.

And that's where the fun begins.

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"I hate airplane rides," Dan murmured, adjusting himself into his seat uncomfortably. "Why couldn't we have taken first class? We always take first class. Fiske demands it. And here we are, in economy with seats squished together."

Amy frowned, looking over the edge of her novel to look at her brother. "Stop complaining. We've been through worse."

"We didn't have a choice then," he muttered, leaning over to grab a free magazine. "We have a choice now, and we obviously made the wrong one."

"We don't have a choice now either," she answered. "We can't draw attention to ourselves."

"Tons of people ride first class," the eighteen-year-old complained. "We wouldn't stand out."

Amy sighed. "You know that's not the reason why."

He did, but he didn't want to admit it. He knew that because they were on a plane headed towards Vepser territory, there would be secret Vesper agents - V's, as Dan likes to call them - on the plane as well. Most were known to be incredibly rich, so they would naturally be in first class. Which is why he and Amy had to steer clear of that area.

"So, Melanie," Dan said, snickering to himself at his sister's fake name. "How long is this flight anyway?"

"Well, Timothy," Amy said, rolling her eyes. "I'm not sure about that. Usually I'd research, but I was too busy with other things." And by other things, she meant stealth practice, shooting range, and other things to better equip herself for the mission at hand.

An hour passed, and Dan was already sleeping. Amy was glad that he was sleeping, though, because she knew he'd need it... and he wouldn't stop talking if he wasn't.

She stood up and maneuvered her way to the aisle. She needed to use the bathroom, of course. She stared at the back of the plane, where the line looked incredibly long. They always were after they served drinks. She sighed, and walked towards the front, although she knew it might be dangerous, for that was where first class was seated.

She was about to open the door when it slammed open, almost catching her off guard if she hadn't been so cautious.

"You should really watch out for these doors," the person said smoothly. "They open quite abruptly."

Amy's eyes met him, annoyed. He didn't even apologize for almost hitting her! The stranger's dark eyes clashed with her green ones, and for a second, he seemed almost startled. But he shook it off as being foolish, and walked away.

She rolled her eyes and stepped into the small bathroom.

The flight was boring after that. Hours and hours of nothing to do. She couldn't fall asleep, for paranoia took over that they'd be discovered. She wanted to trust that once Dan woke up, she could sleep. Alas, her younger brother didn't awake until it was almost landing time.

He yawned, stretching his arm out as far as they could go - which wasn't fair - and almost hitting his sister in the face. "How long was I out?" he asked sleepily, scratching his head.

Amy scowled, annoyed at him for being so relaxed and angry because she felt sleep deprived. "A long time," she muttered. "We're about to land."

"Really?" he asked, his eyes brightening a bit. "Sweet," he laughed. "That plane ride wasn't so bad."

"Yeah, because you were asleep. Here I was, uncomfortable with a kid kicking the back of my chair and whining, wanting to go to sleep."

"Then you should have."

"No, I couldn't have! And you know why."

The reason why Dan was never allowed to go on big missions himself was because he was never cautious enough. His sister, almost half the time, insisted that either her or someone older would always escort him on long missions. Even if they were top agents, that didn't stop her from being over-protective of the only real family she had left.

They left the plane, dragging their small luggage behind them. They never brought big luggage on missions, for they could be tampered with. Small carry-ons were always best.

"Wow. Italian airports look like American ones," Dan murmured.

Amy rolled her eyes. "What did you expect?"

Dan shrugged. "Not exactly sure."

"I'm going to go and try to get us a taxi up front, and you go get us some maps. Meet me over there in fifteen minutes," she said, looking for the front.

"Okay," he said with a nod. He walked off towards the general direction of the information booths.

Amy readjusted her bag with a huff and made her way to the front. She didn't know how to speak the language, but she knew that most of them knew English. She just hoped the taxi driver would, too.

As she was about to signal for a taxi, a sleek black car pulled to the curb in front of her. She scowled, knowing the car had taken the taxi's place. She watched as three men filed into the car, one looking vaguely familiar. She recognized his hair and overly dressed outfit, and took him to be the one who almost hit her on the plane.

Figures, she thought bitterly.

She finally managed to call a taxi when her brother found her. He had several maps in hands and a couple of pamphlets of tourist attractions. He was flipping through one of them when she called him over.

They filed into the taxi.

"The Bella Luci Hotel," she told him.

The driver nodded in affirmation and drove off.

They were Italy then. It was supposed to be where the Vespers' headquarters were - or, at least, one of them was. It was, however, where there leader was staying. Apparently, the Cahills learned that an important meeting was being held with the leader, and that Vesper agents were coming in to attend it.

He dropped them off in the front. The hotel was a luxorious one, surprisingly. Fiske decided that he didn't want to risk putting them in a cheap hotel where they might be mugged.

"Wow. Fancy," Dan commented. "Awesome."

I hope there aren't any Vespers here, she thought worriedly. They checked in under their aliases. The two had separate rooms, though they were across from each other. Their background story was that they were simply friends, not related for that seemed somewhat suspicious because Vespers knew that the Cahills might assign family members, who were studying abroad.

They went up to their rooms and checked each room immediately for any bugs. Afterwards, Amy decided to take a nap. She suggested to her brother to do the same, which he complained, saying he had already slept enough. However, Amy refused to allow him to explore. She told him to just watch TV and at night, they'd find somewhere to eat.


A/N:Amy doesn't seem like a person to kill, does she? o.o I know. I don't think so either. But I'm thinking that if she was raised this way, she should be able to act this way. / Her shy demeanor is still going to be there. I don't want her to lose her true self.

This idea is pretty cliched, and I'm not going to lie: the plot's going to be fairly cliched as well. But I honestly like the idea, and I want to see what I can do with it, so bear with me on this.

Please point out any mistakes. :)

/previously an AU story until I realized this could actually work as a story set after the hunt.