A\N: Thanks for the reviews. I've proven that Michele is not a Mary-Sue…yet.
If Amy hurts Ian too much…then…
Chapter 4 Kidnapped
Ian Kabra was surprised to find out how easy it was to get into the Aid Works Wonders' headquarters. Walking to the office of 'Mrs. Kabra' he met not one worker.
Without knocking he opened the door to her office, Isabel Kabra did not deserve such respect.
His mother, now the founder of A.W.W. was talking passionately to someone on the phone.
"…And yes, of course, we're going to South Africa this year. The donations will help build a shelter—"
When she noticed Ian she spoke quickly into the phone and hung up.
"So, my son." He voice was warm and gentle. "What brings you here?"
"Just one thing, mother." He said while forcing a smile. "I've come to ask about your connection to the DeOssie factory, if you'll be kind enough to tell me."
As an answer Isabel pulled out a dart gun and squeezed the trigger. "I don't think so."
Before Ian could react the dart had already pierced his shoulder and the poison spread quickly. In less then two seconds he collapsed to the ground, his body paralyzed.
His mother walked over and his phone from his pocket. Smirking, she typed something. "How about I send a message to your dear friends at Attleboro telling them that you've betrayed them? I'm sure that even Michele will get upset."
Ian glared at her. "Don't you dare—"
"I've already done it." Isabel told him. "And what can you do to me now? Nobody will come to save you. And I forgot to tell you that I've thought up a few plans for you."
She pressed a button on the wall and a few seconds later two men came into the office. She pointed t Ian and they nodded.
One covered cover his mouth and nose with a chloroform soaked cloth, the other injected him on the arm with a hypodermic needle. The last thought Ian had before being knocked out was the realization that he had been kidnapped.
By the Vespers.
Sinead stared in disbelief at the message on the screen. It had come an hour ago and she'd read the message a hundred times by now,
Greetings, Cahills. It's Ian. And I'm at the Vesper headquarter now. Never thought that I'd betray you? Well, then too bad. This is not a joke. You Cahills are pathetic. Ian Kabra
The message had come from Ian's phone and the word 'pathetic'…She remembered that Ian had used that word quite a few times.
Just then Michele came in. "Any news on Ian?" She asked.
Sinead showed her the message.
"It could be a setup by the Vespers." Michele reasoned. "Maybe one of the Vespers took his phone. Or worse, they've kidnapped him."
"How could we know?"
"Like this." Michele took the phone and typed in a message.
Greetings, Ian. It's Michele. To prove you're really Ian Kabra, tell me what your seventeenth birthday cake was like.
She pressed SEND. "We'll know now." She told Sinead.
After three minutes the reply came.
Such a question, it was a delicious chessboard.
"They could have forced the answer out of him." Michele muttered.
Sinead shook her head. "Ian would never tell anyone anything about the people he's loyal to. Face it, Michele: He's betrayed us."
Isabel Kabra smiled as she set down the phone. She was sure that the Cahills would be convinced. But the Chinese girl could need a little more convincing.
The question was so easy. They had connections everywhere, even in bakery stores.
It took only some bribery and blackmail.