A/N: I have updated again (Yay!!!) I am just…I'm afraid I may have to give up on this story. Could any of my new peeps plz give me a reason to continue with my sad sorry existence on FanFiction? I need inspiration too…on all of my stories. Please send ideas my way, or advice! Or maybe even a teensy weensy little review? Am lonely!

It has been two whole days and the ice bitch has survived.

Though neither I nor Mina have made it any easier on her. She is scary, though, because she appears to be a better spy than I am. Amalie, she lets nothing get to her. I try my hardest, but nothing works.

In fact the perfect example is yesterday. Quartermain was really pissed off at me for doing it, but Amalie refused to let it get to her. It was a completely normal day, up until dinner. At dinner, after we discovered that people weren't joining us in the dining hall, we went back to the library. (We is Nemo, Quartermain and me.) After a little while, and some food being passed around, we'd begun discussing the voyage itself, and specifically, Amalie and Mina. That is about when it happened.

You see, we'd just begun to disagree about Amalie's presence on the League. And next thing you know, she is standing in the doorway. I looked at her for a second, as she was saying something to Nemo. But I couldn't register what it was. And then she went silent realizing that Nemo wasn't the only one in there.

"So…what do you want?" I asked. She just looked at me for a second.

"Never mind," she'd said quietly, turning to leave. But I didn't want her to leave before I could say something else that'd been on my mind.

"Hey, Amalie!" I said, stopping her in her tracks. She turned.

"Yes?"

"I wanted to ask you something." She looked at me expectantly, so I continued slowly. "So…I was wondering…when are you planning on jumping ship?"

She looked so…emotionless when she heard what I'd said. She looked at me for a minute, in shock. Then she turned, walked away. No reaction. I had figured she would cry. Any other girl would have at least hurt me somehow, physically. Step on my foot, kick me, yell at me…something. But no. Not Amalie.

Somebody at the spy academy has drilled the no-feelings thing into her.

--------------------------------------------------Amalie Murray---------------------------------------------------------------

Tom Sawyer is the first spy I have ever met who has no idea what can happen to you if you show too much emotion.

Today was a long day, because we had to save Venice and I was nearly killed--twice. But the first time doesn't technically count, because I was jumping out of the Nemomobile.

The second time is a whole different story though. The Fantom is the only man I think can compete with Sawyer for the Bastard of the Year Award. But I think they would end up tied. Because Tom wanted to toss me overboard until this afternoon, whereas Fantom shot me when I had my back to him!

Can anybody tell me why I've put up with this for so long, because I honestly don't know myself.

So this afternoon, we docked in Venice and we arrived just in time to have front row seats for the almost-destruction of Venice.

After the explosion, Sawyer stole the Nemomobile and he, Allan, Mina, Dorian and I drove out to save Venice. After a little while and a few well planned traps, the only people left were Allan, Sawyer and me. I was told, right before Allan jumped, to remember that the car was the target, so that I could tell Sawyer. Naturally, I decided to jump out of the car and follow Allan because I didn't want to be alone in the car with Sawyer. He might try to kill me…

In the end though, I may well have been safer in the car with him.

To Be Continued…

A/N: Stay Tuned, I am going to be continuing the chapter. Please review and give me a reason to return before I become desperate.
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