IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE AFTER THE CHAPTER, IF THINGS ARE CONFUSING IT WOULD PROBABLY CLEAR THINGS UP.

"Nellie, hurry up!" Dan shouted. It was Saturday and they were suppose to be at the airport already but their alarm didn't go off. Amy and Fiske already left for London, he was completely against it. He was worried that they were going to run into a Cobra, he admits that they aren't that evil anymore but he still didn't trust them. What if he did that mind melt thing to Amy again then broke her heart. He'd have to pick up all the pieces again, and that is not fun. But the thing is you can never separate Amy from her books and after all the martial arts training we went through he would want to see them try.

Amy also befriended this girl named Eleni, and she trusts her enough to give her a tour. What if she's a Vesper or something? Though, they did do a background check on her and she was clean but she could have made a fake history for herself. I feel like we've been doing too many background checks… The girl, Eleni, didn't look evil though, she kind of looked a bit good. Ah! What am I thinking? This must be the hormones Amy was talking about that are starting to take affect on me! I need cool ninja gear! And quickly! "Nellie, hurry up if you don't there is a possibility that I'll lose my awesomeness!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Nellie shouted coming down the stairs. You would think the clue hunt would have thought her to move faster but apparently that's only when we're in mortal danger.

They ran to the car and as usual Nellie drove like a maniac, but it didn't really matter since it meant they would get to the airport faster.

"What did you mean when you said there was a possibility that you could lose your awesomeness?" Nellie asked still driving.

"Nothing" Dan murmured.

"You freaked me out; I didn't even know you had any awesomeness!"

He glared at her but she just smiled and ruffled his hair. "Just kidding kiddo."

He put on an annoyed face but then cracked a smile, didn't matter that he saved the world Nellie still treated him like a normal kid. I wish I was just a normal kid.

OoOoOoOoO

She remembered the time when they pretended to be the Cahill kids, it was the first and last time she went on a public plane. She was glad that she still had the luxury of having her own jet, she was not raised to withstand the unpleasant experiences of local transportation.

No, she was raised by a cold blooded murderer that always said that they deserve the best, and that she had to be the best. She always tried to make her mother happy, to make her proud of her. She used to imagine that her first time going to a Red Designs fashion show she would have her mother with her.

Natalie pushed those thoughts away and called for her maid in charge of the jet. "Tracey, how long until we land?" she asked.

"An hour madam." replied Tracey.

Natalie nodded, "Please fetch me my laptop. It's on the dresser in my room."

"Of course," the maid replied before exiting the room.

Yes, Natalie Kabra was now polite to her employees. If she learned anything from the clue hunt it was that fear could only get you so far. She now tried to earn the loyalty of her servants, of course she would sometimes get impatient with them and act like a brat but she couldn't help it, old habits die hard.

OoOoOoOoO

"Is everything ready?" she asked as they walked through the halls of the building.

"Yes Ms. Wilson, everything is as you requested." said the man. He was around twenty four years old, his hair was black and gelled back, and his gray eyes showed nothing but seriousness. All in all, he looked like he belonged in a mafia.

Isabella smirked; I could probably beat this guy to a pulp in seconds. "Is my cousin there yet?"

"He's been here for about ten minutes." he replied just as they reached the door. When they entered there sitting on the couch was her cousin.

He had short black hair that was almost non-existent but it suited him very well, it was obvious that he was Chinese because of his eyes. He always wore a look of indifference but for some reason that's what made him desirable to some women.

"Hey Lancie!" as soon as she greeted him a gun was pressed against her forehead.

"I don't appreciate being called Lancie." his tone and facial expression showed only indifference but she knew she hit a nerve. He put away his gun and sat down on the couch again.

"Sorry Lance", she said emphasizing his name. She gave him a cheeky grin. "So how've you been?"

"I'd be better if you'd tell me why you needed me here."

She rolled her eyes playfully and pouted. "Why so serious?"

He raised an eyebrow and she knew what it meant, 'Are you seriously asking me that?'

Isabella just grinned and faced the man who came with me. "Vic, leave."

"Okay cuz, have you heard of this contest that me and the rest of the Unforgivables have started?" she asked.

"First, you should have said the other members of the Unforgivables and I. Second, no."

"Grammar Nazi," she grumbled but then her expression became turned into something that could only be described as childlike amusement. "Okay, so the three of us were bored and because of that Ivy thought had this awesome idea! Now we're competing on getting the couple, that were active in the clue hunt, of our choice together!"

"And you need me to help you with something." he continued.

"Exactly!"

"What's your pairing?" he asked in a bored tone. She knew it was sincere because matchmaking was definitely not something that interested him.

"Natan."

"Daniel Cahill and Natalie Kabra?" he asked.

"Yup."

"Why?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Because I want to see if I can make a Ninja boy and a Shopaholic girl fall in luuurrrv." she responded.

He rolled his eyes, "I'm not even going to comment on your pronunciation of love." He sighed, "You're not going to stop pestering me until I agree, aren't you?"

"See how close we are? You know me so well." he rolled his eyes again at my comment. What if his eyes just kept did that forever? She laughed at the thought.

As if he knew what she was thinking about he shook his head in exasperation. "What do you want me to do?"

"Okay, so I sent the Kabra and the Cahill fake invitations. The Cahill got an invitation to a weapons company, my dad's company, to check out the ninja weapons. The Kabra got an invitation from a fashion company, Aunt Red's, to come to their fashion show.

"Now, the address I gave them is going to lead to a warehouse-"

"And you're just going to trap them there?" Lance rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry to say, but you're not going to win the award for creativity."

"No, but now that you mention it that would be less work for me but not as fun so as I was saying, in the warehouse there will be other people and this people will tell them about a contest and the prize of the contest is gonna be the reason they came there."

"And what will you do when they call you and demand answers?" he asked.

"Dude I'm not stupid I know they're going to call and ask for an explanation that's where you come in, I can't take two phone calls at the same time so you need to take the other one."

"So you want me to impersonate Uncle Arnold? Should be easy."

"No, I want you to impersonate Aunty Red." Isabella said.

"Excuse me?" he asked.

"I want you to impersonate Aunty Red."

"Isabella, I'm a weapon's expert, not a fashion expert."

"Yeah, but you actually know stuff about fashion, while I don't know shit!" she said. "At least I know things about weapons!"

He sighed, "You have the voice manipulator ready?" When she nodded he said, "Fine."

"Yes!" Isabella pumped her fist in the air as if she just won the lottery.

Lance rolled his eyes at her antics, "What time will they be there?"

Isabella, being in the middle of a happy dance, stopped abruptly. "They should be there in thirty minutes. The actors have been instructed on what to do and everything is set inside the warehouse. I'm just waiting for a crew to bring in the equipment we'd need to monitor them."

His eyebrows rose in surprise, "You actually thought things through."

She shrugged, "I'm up against my own teammates, I kind of have to."

NOT SO IMPORTANT MESSAGE (BUT SEMI-IMPORTANT): I'm sorry for not updating sooner but this time I had internet problems. I could not upload anything or even sign in to fanfiction. But, everything is fixed now! Anyway, I have this story on wattpad and I would really appreciate it if you guys read it and if you have a wattpad account it would be great if you commented. It's really short; it's about a two minute read so I don't think it would take much of your time. Here's the link just remove the spaces: www .wattpad 3701280 – under - the- rain

This chapter hasn't been edited by my beta reader yet because I wanted to update my story already but thanks MusicBunny4595.7 if you decide to continue being my beta reader.

IMPORTANT MESSAGE: Now in my journey as a novice writer I've realized that this story lacks a lot of things. I'm really disorganized with this story and I think I'm starting to focus more on my original characters. I don't like that because I started this story because I wanted to write about Amian, Natan, and Similton(?).

Also when I reread my previous chapters I was not really sure of what I wrote. So that's the explanation of my rewriting of the previous chapters and changing it into third person point of view.

But I'm not yet satisfied with the way I wrote this, so I'm going to stop writing this. No, not forever, I just want to organize all my ideas. I know what you're thinking. Why didn't I organize this fic while my internet was being stupid? Well… I did organize my story… just not this one.

I know, bad reason but I just got so engrossed with my new original story that I kind of forgot about this one…

Yeah, I know, you people want to kill me now. I'M SORRY.

So yeah I won't update until I get everything sorted out. I'm expecting most of you to unfavorite me and my story, in all honestly I wonder why you people haven't yet.

Anyway, thank you for the people who were and will be patient with me.

PS: THIS IS NOT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER. IT'S JUST THAT THE OTHER HALF OF THIS WOULD NOT BE IN LINE WITH WHAT I HAVE PLANNED IN THE FUTURE.

~Deserea