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Those Filthy Americans
No, thought sixteen-year-old Emma Kabra, I am not going to visit those filthy Americans, no matter what Mum and Dad think. I am a Kabra, and so is Dad. Why doesn't he take my side for once?
She scowled. Emma was beginning to sound like her late Aunt Natalie. Aunt Natalie, from her father Ian's stories, was an absolutely obsessed with fashion and money, but could shoot a pistol without hesitation. Emma was thinking about her trip to New York City. She lived in London, despite her mother Amy's protests. Emma had grown found of London, living there all her life. She had only been to America once, to meet her Uncle Dan in Attleboro, Massachusetts, (and didn't like it one bit. Now, in the middle of July, it had to be ten times worse.) but had never been to New York City. Emma dreaded going there because of the messiness and all the peasants. She made a face.
She had to go to New York because Uncle Dan, the new head of the Madrigals and of the Cahills, received footage from Cahill agents around the New York City region, saying that there have been reported Vesper attacks around that area caused by the new Vesper One.
He had contacted Amy and Ian immediately, telling them that an anonymous Cahill agent had given him the best instructions on what to do. This anonymous agent had said to stick card that he had given them into the lift at he Empire State Building by noon today, July 24. According to him, a button with the number '600' on it will appear. He said press it. Then Emma was dragged into this mess because apparently, this anonymous Cahill said Emma had to go because there was something only she could do. When Uncle Dan first received these instructions, he thought they sounded a bit far-fetched, but it made more sense than some of the other advice he had gotten.
Amy and Ian didn't want to go, nor did they want Emma to go. From Ian's stories, the Vespers had taken the lives of Amy's boyfriend, Evan, and Aunt Natalie, Ian's sister. Amy and Ian didn't want their only child to get involved with the Vespers and neither did Emma. The Vespers were terrifying, and only a few people had barely escaped that mountain in Washington. Once Uncle Dan had made up his mind, though, there was no arguing with him. Now, Emma was getting ready to leave, because her parents had reluctantly gave in to Uncle Dan. Her servants had packed her bags ages ago, but she was still trying to get her reddish hair out of her face. When she finally got it, several grumbles later, she came down to find Amy crying in Ian's arms. "Mum?" Emma said, "What's wrong?" Amy looked up and sobbed, "W-w-well you're s-s-so young and h-h-have never b-b-been to New York and I've only b-b-been there once, and t-t-that was when the world was a-a-about to be d-d-destroyed and-"
"It's alright, love," Ian assured her, "How about we get going?" That just made Amy sob even harder, but she nodded and followed Ian and Emma out to the Kabra runway. "Parker!" Ian barked, "Where's the plane?"
"Over here, sir," Parker trembled. Emma had never seen the plane before, so she was amazed at how big it was. "Good morning Mr. Kabra, Mrs. Kabra, and Ms. Kabra," said a flight attendant way too cheerfully. Ian clenched his teeth. "Don't. Call. Her. Mrs. Kabra," he scowled. "But I thought-" the flight attendant started. "She is my wife, but you also called Isabel," Ian said the name with udder disgust, "that. And I do not want Ames to be compared with her." The attendant looked shocked, "Yes sir, sorry sir. I assume this is your first time on this plane, Ms. Kabra?" Emma nodded, "Call me Emma," she said. "Well then welcome Emma! I'm Melanie, and I'm sure you'll meet many other people today. Climb aboard!" And just like that, Amy, Ian, and Emma were flying to New York.
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Sorry I took so long to update and it was so short, I was really busy. Review!
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