Amy woke up the following day, exhausted. She was still suffering from jet lag, and when they went out to eat, she's sure she got some kind of food poisoning because her stomach wouldnt' stop aching.

She wanted to take the day off, but she knew she couldn't. She had a mission to start.

With a sigh, she rolled herself out of bed and got ready. She took a quick, cold shower to wake herself up and got dressed in both casual and comfortable clothes. She knew she was going to have to look like a normal tourist, but at the same time, be comfortable enough to run around in. She grabbed her disposable camera that she had bought mainly to look like foreigners and also to sneak some pictures of the headquarters,

Amy walked over to her brother's room and knocked loudly on the door. He answered it almost immediately, and said, "Took you long enough." He was already dressed in cargo shorts and a plain t-shirt with sneakers on. "I've been waiting since five."

She rolled her eyes and said, "Let's go, then."

"Do you know where we're going?" he asked, staring at her seriously.

She nodded once. "Just follow me."

They walked out through the lobby and towards the city area. She knew that the headquarters was just a bit off from the tourist area, which she was grateful for. If they were caught, it meant they could be pretend to be lost tourists. If he headquarters was located any further, it'd seem suspicious.

They called a taxi to drive them to a shop near the edge of the area. From there, they walked a mile to where many nameless buildings were. Most were houses, and some small businesses for the locals.

They finally came across the right place. There was no sign above the entrance, making it seem like a regular apartment building. It was rather large, and the paint was chipping off at certain areas, indicating its old age. The windows were blocked with something dark - most likely bulletproof glass - and no windows could be seen through. But other than that, it looked normal.

Dan took a picture of the front, then the two made their way towards the sides to take more shots. As they did, a car pulled up, sleek and silver. Two men, both dressed in suits, emerged from the car. Their faces held no emotion as they walked up to the door. The car pulled away as the two men entered the house, opening the door just enough for them to get in. Amy and Dan couldn't see anything inside.

"We have to get a closer look," Dan whispered urgently. "Come on." He was about to go closer when Amy pulled him back with the back of his shirt.

She was scowling. "What do you think you're doing? There are probably cameras all around this place. We should just leave -"

"Yes, you should leave," said a cool voice.

Amy's heart froze. Had they been caught already? She turned around slowly to find - with a shock - the man who she had seen on the airplane. She just couldn't get away from him.

"We-We were just lost," she stuttered, her eyes averted to the floor now.

"I needed to go the bathroom," Dan interjected, knowing his sister would only stutter the whole time. "But all those restaurants were going to make me pay, so I thought I would just find some other place. After wandering, we ended up here." He shrugged nonchalantly, as if it were nothing.

That's another reason why the siblings worked well together. Amy made up for his lack of caution, while Dan made up for her lack of lies.

"You walked a good mile just for the bathroom?" he asked, his voice neither accusing or friendly.

"No. I found a bathroom back somewhere else, but when we started heading back, Mel and I started arguing over which way to go. The streets here all look the same."

The man looked at the two of them with accusing eyes. He took in their similar looks and immediately asked, "Are the two of you related?"

Dan shook his head. "Just friends, man. We're here, studying abroad for our college courses."

"What year are you two in?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at him.

"Junior," Dan replied easily. Dan, once having reached puberty, overpassed his sister's height and began looking the same age as her. He also knew that by lying about his age, it'd make it harder to actually trace him.

"And what are your names?" the man asked. The obvious Vesper knew all the surnames of the Cahills' top agents and recruits.

"My name's Timothy Hales, but you can call me Tim. My friend over there is Melanie Ascott, but I call her Mel," he said.

"You two look strangely alike," the Vesper commented suspiciously. "Are you sure the two of you aren't related in anyway whatsoever?"

"Not that we know of," Dan joked. "We met in our freshman year of college due to our looks though. Everyone said we could be siblings."

"Hmm," the man murmured. "Very well. You better leave. But if I ever catch you here again, I will not be so lenient." He watched them leave together, the girl looking more frightened than the boy.

Once they were out of sight, he chuckled. There was no way that girl could have been an agent anyway - she was much too fragile.

x

"Oh my gosh," Amy breathed once they were back towards the tourist area. "I can't believe we were almost caught."

Dan crossed his arms. "You're lucky I'm such a smooth liar."

She rolled her eyes at her brother's cockiness. "Anyway, I really think we should get color-contacts, one of us. Our hair colors are different, so there's no worry about that, but our eyes are way too similar."

"I think I'd look rather good with blue eyes," Dan said, grinning. "I don't think you could pull it off, though. Your hair has a red tinge to it that would clash with it," he teased.

Amy laughed despite herself. "Whatever. We should head back now. I think I have some colored contacts in my bag. You should wear them from now on, and try to get used to the feel of them."

"I hope they aren't uncomfortable," Dan commented as he followed his sister. "That would suck."

x

Dan blinked repeatedly. "When will they start to feel normal?" he asked, blinking over and over to keep his eyes from drying out.

"Here," she replied, handing him eye drops. "Try these out."

He did as she asked, but continued blinking.

"They might take some time to get used to. You should wear them while you're awake, so you get used to the feel. Just take them off if you feel sleepy, because you aren't supposed to sleep with them on," she warned, packing up her stuff.

"Okay," he said, though he sounded unsure.

"Don't worry. The contacts won't always feel this way," she reassured him.

"It's not that I'm worried about anymore," he said slowly. "That guy who found us - don't you think he looked a bit... Kabra-ish?"

Amy shrugged. "Isabel is a Vesper. Might be their cousin or something."

Dan shook his head. "He had a handkerchief with initials I.K. on them," he said, remembering the image from his memory.

A nagging feeling was there in the back of her mind but she tried to ignore it. "It's not Ian, Dan. Ian's dead, remember?"

"We think he's dead, but he might not be," Dan said. "Natalie still thinks he's alive."

"What would Natalie know?" Amy muttered. "They haven't seen each other in six years."

"If you were... you know," he said, not wanting to even think about his sister being lifeless, "I think I would know. I think I'd feel as if part of my life was missing."

He had a point. Whenever either of them was in danger, the other could just sense it.

"But that's us. Not the Kabras. They were raised differently."

"But they're still related - brothers and sisters. They have a bond. It's not their fault their parents were evil."

Amy sighed. "Even if that was Ian, don't you think he'd recognize us?"

"Our looks have changed, too," Dan pointed out. "We can't still look the same as our old selves."

Amy shook her head. "I'll think about it, Dan. How about we just go out and eat first?" she offered, knowing food would distract him.

He nodded in agreement. "Sure." The two set out for dinner, the nameless face of the stranger lingering in their minds.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed. Please point out any mistakes.