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Amy's POV

Amy was crying, the tears leaving salty trails down her cheeks. Ian had saved her... Ian had SAVED her... And kissed her. And because of that Ian Kabra was dead.

Why hadn't Amy been more careful? She could have prevented this accident from happening. She could have saved her and Ian's life. Amy had thought that Shelley was trustworthy. She had made sure to check everything from her background to her diary. In fact, Shelley had been vouched right from the Janus branch, from Jonah Wizard himself...

Amy wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. She needed to get a hold of herself. Amy looked down and saw a green lush land. It was amazing view, quite striking. There were mountains in the far distance and the sun was a beautiful red and orange, high up in the sky. If only I could have a reason to appreciate it, Amy thought bitterly. As the ground got closer to her view Amy got into position to land.

She was moving much faster than she had imagined. Amy landed hard, and pain shot up her leg. She buckled to the ground clutching her ankle. It felt like it was on fire, a new, painful experience for her. Amy bit her tongue to keep herself from screaming in pain, frozen in place as the pain spread down to her foot. Suddenly, Amy heard a voice that she thought she would never hear again.

"Hello, Amy. Miss me? It looks like you had trouble landing smoothly." Amy looked up to see Ian Kabra completely unharmed. Alive. He probably didn't notice that she was in pain. Amy tried to reply but all she could let out was a whimper, partly from pain and partly from shock. Amy felt Ian crouch down next to her and pull her hand from her ankle.

Amy let out a high pitch scream and almost blacked out. Ian quickly let go in surprise. "Amy, what happened?" Despite the pain Amy forced out the words,

"Help-me-sit-up." Her jaw was clenched tightly in pain, making her words sound cut short. Ian immediately turned Amy onto her back and gently sat her up. When Amy saw her leg she felt sick. Her ankle was obviously twisted, or even broken. It was swelling rapidly.

Ian sat down and gently moved Amy closer to him, so that she could lean her head against his chest. Normally Amy would have objected but she was in too much shock and pain to care. "Ian," Amy whispered, "Thank you for saving me." She sighed, sounding exhausted.

"My pleasure," Ian's British voice whispered back.

"How did you survive?" Amy questioned. Ian started to reply, but before the words could mean anything, Amy blacked out.

Nellie's POV

Nellie had been waiting at the Cahill's private airport for two hours. Amy, Dan and the Kabra's had left early that morning so they could be home around five in the evening. That had been the plan. It was now seven and there had been no calls form Amy saying she had done it, that she had jumped out of a plane. No calls from Dan saying it was the best thing he had ever done. Not even a call from Shelley informing her that they would be late.

At first Nellie had thought they might have gotten off schedule. Or maybe they had wanted to jump out of the plane again, even. But being with the Cahill family had given her a special instinct to know when things were wrong. Her instincts were definitely going off now.

Nellie picked up her phone, and instead of trying to call Amy and Dan, she called Fiske's number. She pushed the call button and Fiske picked up the phone after three rings. "Hello?" Fiske's voice asked.

"Hey, Fiske. We've got un problemo."

Fiske sighed. "Tell Dan to behave. Even though he doesn't like his cousins he still needs to treat them kindly."

"No, it's not that." Nellie replied. "I came to pick up the kiddos two hours ago and they're still not here. They haven't come back.. And I've been around you guys to long not to think that something is wrong."

Worriedly, Fiske replied, "Are you sure there's been no sight of them? No calls or anything of that sort?"

"Nada," Nellie said.

On the other end of the phone, Fiske sighed. "I would have called you before, but I thought you had taken the children out to eat or something. Come back to the house."

"Are you sure I shouldn't stay and wait here? Maybe everything is alright. They could be running a little late or something."

"No, like you said Nellie, something does not feel right. I'll contact Mr. McIntyre and let him know what has occurred. I think that the Vesper's have attacked again." And with that unfortunate note, he hung up.

Nellie turned her key into the ignition, worried out of her mind. She would kill herself if anything happened to Amy or Dan. She remembered driving them to the airport that morning. Amy had been quiet the whole car ride- she had seemed scared, and Nellie knew that having Ian Kabra around made her nervous. Dan had been exclaiming about how it would be so cool to fly like a ninja. (He wasn't nervous at all.)

Nellie had dropped them off, telling them to have a good time, and she told Amy to call her if Ian gave her any trouble so Nellie could give him a piece of her mind. Ian had glared at Nellie as though she was a piece dirt, but Amy had given her a small smile, telling her that she hoped Ian wouldn't do anything; just for his own sake. And then Shelley- wait a minute. That was it!

Nellie pulled into the Cahill's mansion driveway and ran to the Command Center that Amy had designed as fast as she could. She found Fiske talking with Mr. McIntyre on video. Mr. McIntyre looked exhausted, but when he saw Nellie he managed to give her a small smile. "Any calls, hopefully?" He asked, on-screen. Nellie shook her head.

Mr. McIntyre's smile fell. "It seems that Fiske is right. The Vesper's have struck again. How? Perhaps they were sabotaged when they landed. Fiske I will need you to call every able to Cahill to get on the case immediately. We will need to send out search parties as soon as possible. Nellie, did anything seem suspicious this morning?"

"I think Shelley is a Vesper," Nellie blurted out, wasting no time. Fiske and Mr. McIntyre looked shocked.

"Are you sure, Nellie? We checked everything about her. Her childhood, her background, everything. And Jonah sounded certain that we could trust her," Fiske replied.

Nellie felt something furry rub against her legs. She looked down to see Saladin.

"Mrrp," the cat purred. Nellie picked him and scratched the top of his head right between the ears.

"Isn't your motto like, 'trust no one'? I just have a hunch that we shouldn't have trusted Shelley. I wish that I had had this hunch before... Hopefully we're not too late."

Vesper One's POV

Vesper One was getting impatient. He had texted Shelley over three hours ago and he still hadn't gotten a reply. He had given her the chance to prove herself to him. He knew that Shelley had wanted to be in the Vesper Council of the Six. Two hours ago, she had been very close to replacing Casper Wyoming. Now she was far from far it.

This proved to Vesper One that Shelley was not capable enough to handle being in the Vesper Council. She knew the rules of his game. She had probably gotten so confident in her plan that she had gotten sloppy... One of the reasons why she was now going to lose her chance.

Vesper One checked his phone one more time and this time, instead of putting it back down, he sent a message to Cheyenne Wyoming.

"Looks like you've been promoted to vesper Six. I suggest that you get ready to leave now. Or you can suffer the consequences of being unprepared."

Cheyenne really hadn't been Vesper One's first choice, but she was good enough. Vesper One couldn't wait to tell Shelley the news... After she had been tortured a little bit, of course.

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