Chapter 4

The email came quicker than Damien Vesper it would.

POTENTIAL MOLES

Ian Kabra

Sinead Starling

Amy Cahill

Jonah Wizard

Hamilton Holt

William McIntyre

Vesper spy disguised as 'Cousin Ingrid' has listed above names for potential moles.

Damien stared the names on the computer screen, as another screen displayed the six faces of the potential moles. His next task was to find a mole so he could tap into the Cahill's home-base at anytime. The choice he had to make was crucial, the wrong choice could lead to an unfortunate disaster. A process of elimination may prevent this.

He glanced at one of the names, Hamilton Holt. Then he turned his attention to his photograph on the other screen, which served as a link to his profile. After reading through it, he decided that he would not be the mole. With his clumsiness, how long would it be before he spills the beans?

He highlighted his name on the list and promptly deleted it.

Another name caught his attention. William McIntyre. Damien clicked on his profile. Even when he got half a page through, he denied the possibility of him being the mole. Mr McIntyre would have provided an excellent supply of information about the Cahills. And as their lawyer, he would be able to tack them everywhere. But he is too smart and wise to succumb to the Vespers.

He deleted his name.

Before he could return to the list, a whirring sound drilled into his concentration. Annoyed, Vesper One looked up. His office door was wide open, in the doorway was a man in coveralls armed with a screwdriver. He

was a Vesper engineer, changing the label to the office door. Damien picked up the phone on his desk.

"Why have you not told me about this engineer?" He snapped at his secretary.

No answer.

He slammed down the phone. He would fire his incompetent secretary when he was done.

He shouted at the engineer. "Can you do that a little more quietly?"

The engineer mumbled something that sounded like "No English" in a thick Italian accent.

Damien Vesper didn't plan on killing anyone today, but sometimes tough times called for tough measures.

Ignoring the activity, Damien's eyes turned back to the screen and fell upon the hip-hop celebrity Jonah Wizard. Before he even opened his profile, he resolved not to choose him as the mole. Moles need to be clever and sneaky. He was not. His name was deleted.

This left Ian Kabra, Sinead Starling and Amy Cahill. As he examined the three names, Damien knew that these three were the hardest to choose from. However, he knew that the girl he was targeting couldn't take the role as the mole. Amy's name was deleted.

Damien started to examine Ian Kabra. After reading his profile, a debate formed in his mind. Ian was the most sneaky, the most cunning. A little too perfect for the job. He was a Lucian after all. Which is why he couldn't decide whether to recruit him or not. If the Cahills found out that they had a mole, they would immediately suspect Ian. Because they knew how Ian tended to be. We can't let them know we have a mole.

Then there was Sinead Starling, who was also clever, but more intelligent than Ian. She was an Ekat after all. She could easily get her to be the spy in the Cahill home.

So which one?

He made his choice. The dart came at him at terminal velocity until it hit the back of Damien's seat, mere inches from his face. He jumped in surprise.

"You're are sloppy, Vesper One." The thick Italian voice said.

He looked up. The engineer in coveralls now faced him, dart gun in hand. With the hard hat off, he saw that the engineer was actually an old woman. Wrinkles and lines scoured her face, surrounding eyes of experience. It reminded Damien of his old English teacher at the private school his parents sent him too. And had hated her, but not as much as he did for this woman before him now.

Luna Amato.

Damien Vesper got over his bewilderment. "What do you think you're doing!?"

Luna clucked. "So easy to get to you. All I do is dress up as worker and go to your office to change door label. I could have easily shot you down. Your father was much more better than you."

Damien started thinking of ways to terminate Luna. "How did you get past my secretary, she would have warned me about you."

"I ask to see you and she say, 'In a minute' then she update her - how do you say - ah yes, Facebook status. I killed her with my gun."

So that was why she didn't answer the phone earlier. Luna Amato had just proved how lethal she could be. Of course, extra security measures would have to be enforced if be could easily be killed.

"I was going to fire her anyway." He said. "But you have proven to be good enough to be in the council of six. Consider yourself Vesper Five."

She frowned. "Why not number three or four?"

"Simple. You nearly killed me and that what makes me hate you for that."

"Very well." She said.

"Now onto other matters. I have chosen our mole to be our potential Vesper Three." Damien showed her the screen, and highlighted the name.

Luna studied the name. "I've never heard of this-"

"That's because I have the personal profile right here." He said, cutting her off. "I will email you a copy through the private network. Once you've briefed yourself, go and track this person, and bring the target here before me."

Luna nodded. "I will do just so."

"Good. You are dismissed."

Luna Amato turned and left the office, while Damien picked up the phone and made a call for a new secretary.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Chapter five will be coming soon, featuring the potential vesper mole. In the meantime, please review and follow!