Greetings, People of Earth! Just wanted you to know, Hamiltonzgrrl is the original author of the fic. The version is called Amy is Brainwashed. I loved the story, but I wanted to put my own twist on it and fix a few things that were confusing. So Hamiltonzgrrl and I co-wrote this story. Just wanted to get that out there!

Me: Ian, do the disclaimer.

Ian: Shut up peasant.

Me: Do it or I'll call my assassin friends.

Ian: What assassin fri-? (Ian falls to the ground with a dart sticking out of his neck)

Me: DAN! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO WAIT UNTIL I TOLD YOU TO SHOOT HIM! (Dan jumps from the ceiling)

Dan: Oops.

Me: Natalie, do the disclaimer.

Natalie: Fine. Bluepanda29 does not own the 39 Clues, the peasant characters, or the fabulous Kabra siblings. Happy?

Me: (looking up from an unconscious Dan, who has a dart in his neck.) Uh? Oh, right. Yeah you can go now.

Chapter One

Jacqueline stepped into the sleek black car. She smiled; one of the boys on the plane was angrily staring at the car. He looked like he wanted to throttle someone. The annoying boy he had been sitting with whispered something in his ear and he relaxed.

"Hello Jackie." Her mother said as soon as she slammed the car door shut.

"Hello Mum." Jackie said.

"How was your flight?" The beautiful woman asked.

"Wonderful, aside from a minor annoyance." Jackie responded.

"Oh?" Isabel said.

"There was a boy on the plane who I almost hit with the door. Too bad I didn't know he was there, other wise I would have succeeded." Jackie's British accent rang out.

"Oh Jacqueline, you are truly the best Vesper there is, besides me, of course. Did you see anyone to be suspected as a wrenched Cahill?" Isabel asked.

"No one but some boys on the plane. Their names didn't check out though. They are here, so if they used an alliance we will simply watch them. If it turns out they are Cahills, we will eliminate them immediately." Jacqueline said.

"Good job, my child." Isabel said.

Jacqueline smiled. Her green eyes glistened in the dark of the car. Mother always told her that she adored her eyes. Training has been finished, the year was done and Jackie was ready for anything. Her and her mother arrived at the hotel they would be staying at.

"Mother, since it's only 8:00, might I go swimming in the pool here?" Jacqueline asked.

"Jacqueline, did you just say that you want to swim in the pool? That is where the poor people swim!" Isabel screeched.

"I really wanted to. Please mother!" Jacqueline asked.

"Oh, very well, but I want you back in one hour. AND you will take a shower directly after!" Isabel said.

"Thank you Mother!" Jacqueline said, already pulling out her suit. The swimsuit was amazing; a mix of light purple and blue, with a hint of lime green. Tie-die, but beautiful. It complimented her figure perfectly. It also had initials on it, but they weren't hers; her mother claimed that the initial company messed up. Instead of "JMK" for Jacqueline Marie Kabra, it said "AHC." She had no idea how that happened, but she liked guessing what name that it stood for. Her favorite was "Amy Hope Clarkson."