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"Whoever said happiness comes from sunshine, has never danced in the rain."

Ian studied the wall carefully, analyzing every bit of its metallic structure, the steel grey coloring, and the thin lines of electricity that ran through the wall. He wanted to see what would happen when he touched it, would it shock him? Make him feel alive? He hoped so; he hadn't felt alive for a while, ever since Natalie had been taken. Was this how Amy had felt when she had been separated from her brother in China? It was a horrible feeling.

Crack. The wall's electricity cracked in front of him. This wasn't fair, there wasn't supposed to be a wall here. Beat it Ian, life isn't fair.

"This is so unfair Amy," Silence. "Amy? Helloo―" Ian turned around, but no one was there. Well, his map and backpack were, but they didn't count as the living. There was no girl with jade eyes, no, nothing. Zip. Nada. Ian couldn't think of any other words that meant no.

"Amy!" Ian screamed through the hallway, making his voice echo through the room, Amy, Amy, Amy. Dan is going to kill me. Now he was thinking about how Ian and Dan had made that deal, Ian take Amy to the stupid Vesper base, so then Dan could do his "secret ninja training" when Amy was gone. Secret ninja training? Poor Amy, had to live with that dude. "Amy!" No response. Had he said something? No, Ian, you are too perfect to do something like that.

There weren't many options here, go after Amy, which was option one. Option two, stay near the wall and wait for Amy to be shot by some drunken Vesper. Well, when you put it that way. . . .

Ian dashed down the corridor, but not before picking up his map and backpack. Another time fellows, he thought stuffing the map into his bag. Family comes before secret agent work. Family. Was that all he felt about Amy? Don't think about that now, stupid, find the damsel in distress! Damsel in distress, did he think Amy was a . . . damsel in distress? Didn't damsels in distress have to be hot? I mean, not like Amy isn't.

Shut. Up. Ian.

He continued to run down the long hallway. Which way would Amy go? Probably back to Nellie so they could ditch him and go back to Dan at their house. Exit, which way was it? Left. Ian turned left. Take out the map stupid. Or you can sue someone, a little part of him was saying. Who are you going to sue? Ian argued back o himself.

Ugh.

"Amy!" He screamed again? Hey, she's the one that ditched you, just leave her. Not in your lifetime buddy.

That was when Ian heard the scream. It was long and scary, like the ones you here in horror movies.

Ian ran. Legs pounding on the floor, his arms swinging wildly at his side, breathe getting heavier than before, and he could see his breath in front of him from the cold air. Ian turned another corner. Another scream. He turned again to the sound of Amy's voice, and then again. It was like a game of Marco-Polo, where Amy would scream and Ian would try to find a way to her in this maze.

"Amy!" His voice hardly came out at all, with all his wheezing from the running, but it did succeed in making a muffled cry that sound more like "A-huh, huh. . .. " When Ian turned the corner, he was prepared for the worse, maybe a Amy on the ground surrounded by blood, or maybe some crazy Vesper holding a knife above her, but. . . .it was the exact opposite.

Ok, well, not exactly, there was a Vesper, but she wasn't drunk and crazy. Also, there was Amy, except some of her hair was singed, just the tips, and she was covered in soot. It didn't count as blood, but, it wasn't the same Amy that had run away from him.

"Amy, oh god, are you ―" Helping Amy up was a Vesper girl, with black hair, black clothes, and black combat boots. She also had a gun at her hip instead of a sword, and she too was covered in soot. "Uh. . . . what's going on? Amy, you do know that she's the person that tried to kill me on the plane, you do know that?" He didn't know if he should be angry of confused, but he liked confused way better now.

"What are you doing here, Lucian? This is a Vesper base, located under ground so people like you wouldn't find it. What. Are. You. Doing. Here." Ian knew his smart talking wasn't going to win this round, so he decided to try a different method.

"Just looking for a way around that electric wall, know any?" He as getting out of here with Amy and himself alive, Dan style. Yes, it was desperate, and totally disgraceful, but hey, desperate people do desperate things.

Carrie actually smiled, didn't think a girl like her could do that, I mean, she was raised in the bloodiest family alive, but, that sounded too much like the Lucians. . . .

His father had told him to never trust them, that Cahills and Vespers could never work together, and that they only want his blood. That had been a big one, they wanted his blood. His father told him that so many times, when Ian was little, he thought they were vampires.

"I see you are not that smart, and that your resources are not accurate." Carrie put her arm around Amy's shoulder, helping her up from the floor.

"Hey, h-hey, Ian." Amy said, her voice shaking from whatever had happened.

"What happened?"

"O-oh, t-this, its no big deal."

"What did she do to you?" His voice raised, anger flowing out of his mouth, unstoppable.

"Nothing, moron." Carrie said, placing herself between him and Amy. It's not Amy I'm going to attack, it's you. Oh well, clearer target. "Traps. Snares, pitfalls, how many more do you want. Triggers, theirs a good one. Your girlfriend stepped on one, and set of this wall of fire, deadly, if I wasn't there to stop it. Same with your electric wall, you set off a trap, BAM! Wall goes up. It's elementary." She shrugged like it was nothing.

"So what are you doing here?" Ian asked.

"I might ask the same for you, cause last time I checked, this was a Vesper base, not some Lucian one."

"W-were looking for someone." Amy said, speaking up for the first time.

"Your sister? Well, let me tell you, she's not even at this base, she's at the one in Alaska, yes Ian, we have a base in Alaska. Second, she's long gone. Your daddy came and picked her up, killing a handful of Vespers' along the way." Carrie's face darkened.

"W-wha?" that was Amy.

"I told you, he killed the whole base, if I wasn't sent away for trying to kill you," she nodded at Ian, "I would have been there too. Dead."

"So what are you here for?" Ian stressed.

Carrie shot him a death glare. "If you must know, I'm here because I'm looking for answers. Your dad sent a letter, and a lot of the things on it weren't true."

"Like what?"

"Well, he mentioned Hitler being a Vesper, and he's not. Unless he had a mom Vesper and a dad Lucian, he's not Vesper. And, well, there is a girl you know who is one. . . ."

"One what?"

"Vesper. I'm also looking for her and her brother."

"Who is it?"

"Your never going to guess, moron."

"Try me."

"It's Amy." Ian looked at Amy.

"No, she's Madrigal." Ian claimed, trying to convince himself more than Carrie.

"Her dad's a Vesper, he left us to help his wife in the 39 clues hunt. So, that makes us allies," Carrie said to Amy, "We can help each other, don't you seem we have so much in common! Our parents were both killed by the Kabras, we were both left with a younger sibling to look after! Amy, your one of us too, you know."

Ian's head whirled. Amy? A Vesper? Amy looked between him and Carrie, as if deciding on who to ally with, or who was speaking the truth.

"Amy, you have Vesper blood in you. You and Dan are here! Proof that Vespers and Cahills can join hands, your parents didn't see each other as enemies, they took a huge step forward." Carrie pleaded.

"Very dramatic Carrie, but don't you see Amy? You're a Madrigal, the peace makers, you and Dan." Ian shot back.

Amy placed her hands on her head. "Just shut up, both of you! As you can see, Ian, Carrie isn't the enemy. Carrie, Ian isn't the enemy . . . .. "

"What are you trying to say Amy?" Carrie demanded.

"If your saying you're going to partner up with her, I'm coming too," Ian said, then realized what he had done. "What I meant to s―"

"Oh Ian, you would? We all could be allies; I'm working my Madrigal duties to a bigger scale!" Amy said dreamily, "The union of the Vespers and the Cahills!"

"Look out Amy!" Dan screamed as a bunch of paper flew past her head, barely missing her. Dan had a bunch more of them, and was throwing them around the room. This was his "secret ninja training?" Throwing pieces of paper around the room? When Ian looked closer at the paper he noticed that they were in the shape of a star, excuse me, a ninja star.

"This is what you've been doing while Amy, Nellie, and I are risking our lives? You're throwing paper around the house?"

"Not paper, ninja stars! My friend at school thought me how to make them, and then I realized that if I wanted to become a real ninja, I'm going to have to start somewhere!"

Carrie stepped through the room, analyzing their situation. She shook her head. "No, these are too small, your going to have to make bigger ones. Ninja's don't use things this small," she said, holding one up."They would rather use a bigger one. Here, let me help you." Carrie went off with Dan to his room, probably helping him make more stars.

"And you thought Carrie wouldn't get along with Dan," Amy said, "You know she has two younger siblings. She's like me, I guess."

"Don't turn into someone like her, Amy, I don't want you jumping into planes attacking the kids of the people who killed your ―" Ian stopped when he realized that he was the kids of the people that killed her parents. "Hey, about my parents . . . .. "

"It's ok Ian, want to here a quote I found on the internet?"

"Sure."

"Sincere forgiveness isn't colored with expectations that the other person apologizes or change, don't worry whether or not they finally understand you. Love them and release them. Life feeds back truth to people in its own way and time."

"Nice."

"It means I forgive you, Ian. I forgive you for what your parents did, or for whatever you did, back in Korea." Amy said, and as she said that, she raised her head until she was looking directly into his eyes, like she expected to find something there.

A/N: Next chapter, next week! Join us next week! Have a nice day.