Thanks for all of you who reviewed. Hope you enjoyed that Cliffie. Sorry for not updating sooner, teachers had to pile on the most amount of homework possible for the holidays. Although you probably don't care at all. You just want to read. Then you do that.

K, well enjoy :)

I recognized the scream as Ian's as Dan mirrored his actions. No, there weren't any Vespers near us, Ian was yelling out for his sister, who was currently being yanked out of the water by one of the Vespers in the boat.

Dan was holding onto her hand, screaming her name, and Evan, Nellie, Fiske, and Allistair were swimming to go save them both.

I didn't even hesitate before I ran down the mountain at full speed.

I was about midway down the steep hill when I heard three distinct gunshots.

By the time I finally reached the bottom I was too late, I saw the boat zoom away. Allistair was pulling a screaming and kicking Dan out of the water. He was saying something but you couldn't make it out. It was just a big jumbled pile of screams pouring out of his mouth at once.

I ran over to him and held him down.

"Dan, calm down now! How are we going to tell who all we have if you are having a fit?" I said in a stern voice. I'm surprised he could hear me over his screams but he quieted down and stared me in the eyes. The emotion that was most present was grief, but he ever so slightly nodded.

I stood up, "Okay everyone, gather around the middle here we need a headcount!"

They did as they were told, all except Dan who just sat with a glazed expression overtaking his face.

"We have Ian, Evan, Dan, Allistair, Sinead, Hamilton, Jonah, and myself," here came the hard part, but I kept my voice solid, "That means we are missing Natalie, Fiske, and Nellie..." I started off.

"And Laura..." Hamilton sneered out.

"Yes, and Laura. Do we have any injuries?" I asked. Everyone looked around but eventually they all shook their heads no.

"So what is our game plan?" Dan spoke up. His voice was rough and deep, like he was ready to breakdown.

We looked each other dead in the eyes and knew exactly what had to happen.

Dam POV:

I was relaxing in the water. The sun was shining in my eyes annoyingly and I was starting to get really irritated. Wasn't floating in the water on a warm day supposed to be relaxing? I looked over to my left and my eyes found Natalie. Out in the distance there was a small figure that was growing seemingly larger. Probably a boat.

I saw the boat pull up and I stepped over to the side, expecting the boat to pass.

The boat didn't pass.

In fact, the boat headed straight for Natalie, at an insane speed.

So I grabbed Natalie around her waist and yanked her out of the way, she shrieked as the boat passed, narrowly missing her.

For a moment, the only sound was our heavy breathing as I held onto her.

She looked up and I was hesitant to pull away, but I knew this situation was probably making her uncomfortable so I let go.

Biggest mistake I have ever made.

"Umm...thanks," she slightly blushed, which made her look really cute, "I didn...AAHHHHHHH!" her scream was sharp and piercing and I went on instinct and grabbed her hand.

A man from on the boat had grabbed Natalie's other hand and was trying to yank her up on the boat. It was only then I realized what we were dealing with.

Vespers.

And I knew if I let go I may never get her back.

Allistair, Evan, Fiske, and Nellie all swam up beside me and tried to hold onto Natalie.

That was when a second man brought out a gun. A 22 pistol.

The first round rang off, hitting Nellie in the shoulder, so she let go.

The second shot hit Fiske square in the chest, so he let go.

The third shot was aimed right at my head, but there was no way in heck I was letting go. Seeing this, the conveniently masked Vesper took one final yank and pulled Natalie with him. I was about to swim towards the boat when the man held the pistol directly at her neck. I froze.

Little Vesper minions were grabbing up the injured bodies but everytime I would move, even an inch, the Vesper with the gun held Natalie closer to

Allistair and I were the only ones left in the water as Le Vesper sailed away. I was about to swim after them when Uncle Allistair grabbed me and prevented me from moving. He was actually moving me in the opposite direction so I immediately went into fight or flight mode and began kicking, screaming bashing, trying to get out of his grasp. Logic no longer was present, all that was left was an insane amount of emotion.

I barely heard a stern, yet familiar voice as I was pulled up to the shore. I stopped my fit, logic still only a lingering memory of what I once had. I sat there in a daze as Amy continued talking.

All I could focus on was that last gunshot that I heard, just as the boat had turned around only moments before.

And the maniacal laughter that followed.

Evan POV:

I thought that played out perfectly. They even thought that I was going to help. Dan, in his rage, didn't even notice me leaving the boats side to give Number 4 the information.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket when we all were finally in the bus. Allistair, the old fool, was driving at a ridiculous pace. Dan was asleep on Amy's shoulder, who was seated next to a worried Sinead. But her eyes were still calculating as usual. She would make a great Vesper if she just gave up that "good-guy" attitude. Hamilton just sat there like the stupid brick wall that he was, the oaf. And Ian was in the same position as Jonah, just blankly staring.

I figured I was safe so I pulled out my phone. It read:

We've got them at secondary headquarters. Guide the others to us.

I got an almost immediate response back.

Get that Cahill boy to trust you. We need that formula.

I replied:

I'm on it.

I tried to suppress the grin that I so badly wanted to sport as I looked out the window.

Ian POV:

When we were all finally back at the mansion Amy called an immediate meeting in the tech room. We all got changed and then met her there.

The tech room was in the basement, it was filled with computers, tracking devices, radios, anything that we could possibly need to find our missing family.

I was the first to walk in. Amy and Dan were having one of their silent conversations, their faces barely reading emotions as they battled it out telepathically.

I sat down in one of the cold, hard fold out chairs and waited for the others to enter. Once they did, Amy stood up and began speaking.

"Me and Dan were thinking, and we both agree that we need to go down there and find them, but finding where 'there' is, is a major issue we need to solve fast. They are crafty and cunning, but we have a whole lot of heart and a family in danger. So we need to pounce on this now." she began and motioned to the computers.

We all rushed to an empty spot and immediately began searching. But how would we even begin? Good thing we had Amy.

"Uncle Allistair,I want you to look through Asia; Ian, Europe; Evan, Australia; Hamilton and Jonah, Africa; and me and Dan will look through the U.S. Okay? Does anyone have any ideas as to the types of buildings or buisnesses we are looking for?"

"Yeah," Edgar spoke up, "They are probably going to use reverse psychology. Any abandoned buildings in secluded areas are too obvious. We are probably looking for a well known company with Vesper roots."

"How would we know if its 'roots' are Vesper?" I spoke up.

"They aren't going to use real names. They will either use really common names such as John Smith or Carl Jones, or they will use names of deceased members of society." I nodded.

I guess I was actually g...gla...glad... that Alan was...

Oh shove it. It's my own mind I don't have to admit to anything.

We started our search. The room was completely quiet except for the soft clicking of keys. Hours passed until our eyes were bloodshot and dry. Amy finally stood up.

"I think it is fair to say that if you need it, you may rest. But when you are done, wake up and allow another person to rest. We need to work in shifts like this if we are planning to get anything done alright? So who here needs a rest?" she asked. Allistair raised his hand along with Jonah. They went upstairs and the room went back to silence as Amy sat down once again.

Hamilton's POV:

I picked my eyes up off of the computer screen filled to the brim with tabs about different major companies in Africa. I looked over to my right to the computer next to me and saw Sinead staring at her screen intently. She drifted off for a moment and her eyes would glaze over. Then she shook her head and began working again. Anyone could see she was tired, but she continued working. I put my eyes back where they belonged, but every once in a while they would travel over to her blue eyes, which were about 39% of the time glazed over. I finally spoke up.

"Sinead, you need to rest."

She looked up at me, like she was surprised I could talk, but she just shook her head and began working again. Her fingers flying furiously over the keys.

"Sinead...Sinead...I know you can hear me..." finally I reached out and put my hand over her own. She looked up and we just stared for a moment. She finally gave in and announced she was going to rest for a few hours. There were a few murmers of approval as everyone was absorbed in their work. As she left the room, I noticed her usually tall ponytail was now down to her neck. I quickly snapped myself out of it. Laura was out there, probably dying, I needed to focus on her, not Sinead. I placed my head back down to my computer screen and began typing again.

So there was some Hamead for all of you fans who were seriously ticked at the lack of it. Hope you liked it.