A/N: ok, so i keep gettin people tellin me i need to add more of my character stuff...i swear it's coming! the twist is coming, i assure u, just keep reading...please *on hands and knees with clasped hands* please keep reading! lol!

Chapter 4: A Spy Among Them

Rebecca clapped her gloved hands and disappeared. She had seen Nemo and Ishmael go into the helm-room and heard Ishmael say something about being off course. Now, she snuck in after the two and stood off to the side watching the men stare at the helms.

"I know how I left 'em, Captain," Ishmael insisted. "That's all I'm saying."

Nemo made a small noise as he knelt down to the floor and picked at something on its surface.

"Powder?" he wondered.

"You think sabotage?" Ishmael asked. "We ain't that for off course."

Rebecca leaned on a shelf, but knocked a book over accidentally. The two men looked straight at her, and she stood completely still, not even breathing. After a moment, they looked away, and she breathed a very quiet sigh of relief then walked to the exit. She clapped her hands once outside the door, and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.

"Whew!" she smiled. "That was a bit too close." She walked down the hall to walk out on the observation deck, but stopped at the stairs.

"Well," she thought. "We all suspect that one of us is a spy, we just don't know which one. I know it's not me. I'm positive it's not Henry or Mina. Quatermain, Nemo and Sawyer aren't into money as much as they are 'world peace.' That leaves Skinner and Dorian. Either of them could be the spy!"

"Going up?" Sawyer murmured, jolting Rebecca from her thoughts. She spun around to see him with a charming, boyish smile.

"Sawyer!" she gasped. "You startled me!"

"I'm sorry," he said, his smile never wavering. Rebecca was becoming a bit uncomfortable under his stare, and shifted on her feet.

"Something I can help you with?" she asked, hoping to get him to stop staring.

"No," he shrugged. "I just like looking at you. You know how pretty you are?"

Rebecca's face dropped to a scowl, making Sawyer frown in confusion.

"Tactless, yet blunt," she thought. She smirked and nodded.

"I see," she began. "You think you can't have one, so you go after the other?"

Sawyer's eyes grew wide in disbelief, and he looked away. Rebecca shook her head and placed her hands on his shoulders.

"Give Mina time, Sawyer. She's hard to impress, but she'll come around, you'll see."

Sawyer nodded.

"Was I that obvious?" he wondered.

"Just a smidge," she smiled. "Going up?"

Sawyer nodded, and the two walked up the stairs and onto the observation deck. They stepped into the sun to see Quatermain getting in a bit of target practice. Rebecca walked to a small corner, materialized a chair herself, and sat.

"Did you want something?" Quatermain wondered. Rebecca assumed he was speaking to Sawyer and remained silent.

"No," Sawyer admitted. "I was just wondering why you signed up for all this."

Quatermain shot and hit the target in the water and the blast from the rifle made Rebecca jump and Sawyer stuck his finger in his ear.

"Nemo told me you hated the British Empire."

"They called and I answered," Quatermain replied, reloading his rifle.

"Yeah, well, that ain't all of it though, is it?"

"Chilao," Quatermain called and another target was launched into the sea. He aimed it at the target and said nothing else.

"Sorry I asked," Sawyer muttered walked to the railing next to Quatermain. He lowered his rifle, and looked at the young man.

"A few years ago the British approached me with a mission for queen and country," Quatermain began.

"That sounds like the morning ride to work for you, I'd imagine," Sawyer smirked, leaning back on the railing.

"I signed on without hesitation," Quatermain continued. "I even took my son along. I led, my son followed. He died in my arms."

Rebecca let out a small gasp, but smothered it with her hand.

"After that, I washed my hands of England and the empire and, uh, the legend of Allan bloody Quatermain."

The three were silent for a moment and Quatermain lifted his rifle.

"Now, would you like to learn how to shoot?" he asked Sawyer.

"I can already," Sawyer smirked.

"Oh, I saw. It was very American. Fire enough bullets and hope to hit the target," Quatermain smirked back and Rebecca giggled making Sawyer glare at her. "Sawyer, I'm talking about pitting the ace at nine hundred yards." He handed his rifle to Sawyer. "Try."

Sawyer grabbed it.

"Easy. Easy." He called for another target, and it flew into the water as Sawyer lifted the rifle.

"Aim."

"That's easy."

"Allow for wind, target movement."

"Yeah, that's easy, too."

"This is the part that's not. You have to feel the shot. Take your time with it. You have all the time you need. All the time in the world. Take. Your---" Quatermain was interrupted when Sawyer pulled the trigger and a shot rang out. He missed the target, Quatermain yanked the barrel up. "Too soon! But that was bloody close! And at five hundred yards, too." He smiled, and handed the rifle back to the young man. "Again."

Sawyer called for a target, and it flew into the ocean as he lifted the rifle and aimed.

"Did you teach your son to shoot like this?" Sawyer wondered, not looking away from his sights, and Quatermain said nothing. Rebecca watched with a frown of confusion as Quatermain walked toward the hatch and went back inside the ship as Sawyer called for his answer. She looked back at the young man as he lowered the rifle and looked around.

"It hurts him to talk about his son," she murmured, then stood to walk into the ship after the old man.

"How do you know?" Sawyer wondered, and Rebecca turned to him before walking through the hatch.

"Wouldn't it you if it was your son?"

Rebecca walked next to Quatermain down a hall in the Nautilus wearing her coat and gloves. The old man suddenly stopped to look at something, and Rebecca looked in the direction he was looking. They saw Nemo kneeling down in front of a statue with six arms, one gruesome thing in each hand of it. Rebecca shivered as she realized what the statue was when they stepped down the hall to get a better look at what he was doing.

"That's Kali," Mina murmured from behind them. "Goddess of Death." The two turned to her. "Nemo worships death. Can we trust him?"

Quatermain walked toward her, but Rebecca stood still, staring at Nemo as he shut the door to the room.

"He's not the one I'm worried about," Quatermain mumbled to Mina then tried to walk away.

"He's not the one you should be worried about," Rebecca replied. He stopped and she turned to face the both of them.

"You know something?" Mina wondered.

"If you do I would be very grateful to hear it," Quatermain retorted.

"I know nothing for sure," Rebecca admitted. "All I know is that nothing is what it appears to be. I'm having doubts about the loyalties of a certain person whom I know very well."

"Well, that is a brilliant deduction, Miss Velasquez," Quatermain complimented sarcastically. "Would you mind telling me who you think we should not trust?"

Rebecca walked toward him, looking him straight in the eye.

"Well, if you're going to be that way about it, then no," she replied, flatly, and walked past him toward her room.