Natalie's POV

The day was a very normal day for Natalie Kabra. She would wake up, get dressed, get taken as a hostage and then go to bed. What she did not expect was to wake up in the middle of the night- courtesy to a crashing noise- and find her brother on the floor of his room, with a dart in his neck. That was new.

"Ian!" Natalie yelped as she ran to her brother's side, pulled out the dart and placed it beside her. He moaned.

"Ian wake up!" Natalie yelled as she slapped her brother. Ian woke up with a start.

"Why did you just slap me?" Ian asked as calmly as he could.

"You were on the floor with a dart in your neck! Ian what happened?!" Natalie exclaimed.

Ian sighed, "Someone attacked me."

"I'm going to call Louis" Natalie said and ran for the door.

"Wait!" Ian yelled, "I don't want anyone to know about this, I'll take care of it."

Natalie looked at him curiously then said, "Fine."

Ian's POV

Ian couldn't believe that he had been beaten by…her. Especially with an old Kabra trick such as a kiss. Ian had used that on many girls when he had a mission. He let Natalie kiss the guys. He was going to get payback for how she humiliated him. First he had to find her. Ian eyed the dart beside him and picked it up, examining it to find all the information he could get.

There wasn't anything on the dart except a very faint marking. He squinted the eyes until he could see the marking clearly. A large M painted silver against the black dart. Madrigals. Ian sighed. If only it could have the assailants name on it, but nothing is ever that easy. Ian looked outside the window, for anything the attacker could have dropped.

He smirked. Everyone always leaves something behind, he thought. Right beneath him, on the freshly mowed grass was a small piece of paper. As Ian went downstairs to pick the paper up he passed Natalie and said, "Just going out for a walk" while smiling faintly. When Ian reached the bottom of the stairs he could feel Natalie's eyes burning into him, watching him. As he walked out the front door his strides became more urgent. He would not let this woman slip beneath his fingers. At least he thought that was how the saying went.

He picked the paper up and scanned it. It was a boarding pass for a woman named Jade Green. The name suited her eyes. It was most likely a fake name. Ian looked at the time the plane was meant to depart. It was scheduled to leave in an hour, the middle of the night. Ian walked towards his black Mercedes and left for the airport.

Amy's POV

As soon as the gun fired, she could hear footsteps outside of the room. She panicked and fled the room. The mission was only for the leader; Amy wasn't going to harm anyone else. She jumped out of the window, dart gun in her hand, and into a somersault on the grass; one of the more extreme tricks she had learnt.

She had to run down a maze of streets until she found a main road and could hail a cab. By then she was puffed; she had been running for roughly 15 minutes. It was only a couple of minutes to the airport so she wasn't that concerned about how fast the cab was going. She took in the scenery of London, or rather the cars of London. What she was really interested in was a black Mercedes driving past the cab. It looked rather familiar, but she shook the thought out of her mind. When she got to the airport she went through customs. She didn't have any luggage as she was only in London for about an hour. She smiled. She had to admit that the Lucian was a challenge, but no-one ever refused the kiss. Not even a Lucian.

She sat on the seat outside her gate and got everything ready. By everything she meant her boarding pass. Which she could not find. She scrambled through her bag to find nothing. Guess I'm just going to have to find a hotel, she thought. Amy made her way to the airport entrance and found a taxi. The taxi driver was very polite and seemed like a very enthusiastic man.

"Are you trying to find a hotel? I know the best hotel in London! Very cheap too!" he said as she hopped in the taxi.

"Yes, I am trying to find a hotel; could you take me to the hotel please?" Amy asked politely.

The man smiled, "Of course" and they were off.

Ian's POV

The woman was easy to find in the airport. Red hair, Jade green eyes, she stood out. Ian had to admit, she was very pretty. But he wouldn't let that stop him from getting his revenge. He wasn't going to kill her unless it came to that. A simple dart from his dart gun would suffice. Then he could take her to his house and question her. He took great pleasure in watching her look for her boarding pass. After that he followed her out to the parking lot. Before she came he had taken the measure of paying off a taxi driver to direct her to the entrance of an imaginary hotel in an alley. All he had to do was follow her.

The ride was a very awkward ride. Especially when he realised that he still had his buttons undone. Had he been like that in the fight? No wonder there were all these women staring and blushing at him in the airport. He quickly did his buttons up then waited. It took five minutes to get to the alleyway. Ian waited until "Jade" walked out of the cab and into the alley. He stepped out of the car and into the alley.

She was looking around at the back of the alley and didn't notice him. He walked towards her and stopped a couple of meters away. She didn't turn around until he pulled out the dart gun. She smiled once she recognised him.

"I see you have done your shirt up." she slyly remarked.

"So you did notice." he commented.

"It's not something you could forget." she teased.

"You know, it's funny how you attacked me exactly at the time I was about to take my shirt off." He laughed

"Oh, I'm sorry! Did you want me to wait until you took your shirt off, or even your pants?" She snickered.

Ian narrowed his eyes.

"Let's cut to the chase, Tell me your real name and surrender, otherwise I'll pull the trigger and force you to tell me."

She laughed.

"Alright, then we'll do this my way" He said. And he pulled the trigger.

Ian didn't know that the gun was jammed until he felt a foot in his face. The dart gun skittered somewhere. She slammed down on him like a freight train. She used her body expertly, crushing him. He groaned. The lights in the alley flickered then turned off which meant that It was dark so he could only feel where her hands were holding his shoulders down. She obviously couldn't see where his hands were. Yet that meant he couldn't see where her face was. So he just punched where he thought her hands were. Yet it didn't feel like her face.

"You need to work on your aim" She laughed.

"Really, why is that?" He asked.

"Well, if you were aiming for my shoulders you should have punched a bit higher and if you were aiming for my stomach you should've punched a bit lower" She stated.

"How do you know I wasn't aiming where I hit you?" He remarked.

She laughed, "I hope you didn't, that would mean I would have to kill you."

"So you don't want to kill me?" He curiously said.

"As annoying as you are, no I don't"

He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her up. The alleyway lights flickered on and he saw the dart gun beside him. He grabbed for it, aimed and shot. This time it didn't jam and it reached the target. The woman fell to the floor.