A/N: Lol, I just whipped this up today. One prediction for this chapter was that Vesper Six would enter the show. Wrong! That's the next one!

Anyway, enjoy reading!

Chapter 10

Isabel Kabra slipped the night-vision goggles onto her eyes. She couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia develop inside her as she crouched behind a hedge. All those times she broke into Ekat and Janus strongholds, and even the Madrigal one on Cahill Island. But never before had Isabel thought she would break into this place.

It was her own home.

She didn't put any compassionate consideration into the mansion she was intruding. This may have been the place she used to live, but now she didn't. Isabel lived abroad now, she'd be always travelling. AidsWorksWonders required that of her. And the Vespers. The only reason she was here was to grab some important documents, ones she couldn't let Ian and Natalie's eyes come across. The mansion itself had no sign of light, it seemed that everyone was asleep. Good, let's get this over with.

Isabel crept out from behind the hedge and made her slow approach to the mansion, making sure her footwear made very little noise as they stepped on the gravel and stones. She was faced with an option for intruding: Going in like a raging Lion or slip in without any notice like a snake. Of course, she would choose the latter. Normally, she would break into a window or through a side entrance. But instead, she chose to slip into the mansion using the front doors. Isabel knew the house inside out, so she didn't need to brief herself about the floorplan, like she would usually do.

Once she was inside, Isabel silently climbed the grand staircase. Everything was dark, but she could clearly see the most tiniest of details with her goggles. She made her way to the East Wing. So far, no one could sense her presence, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. When it came to stealth and sneakiness, Isabel was a pro.

Before she knew it, she was standing outside her office door. Turning the handle ever so gently, she opened the door and stepped inside. She approached her desk and turned on the small lamp on sitting on the edge of the desk. As she was in a place hardly anyone would be near at this time of night, she was sure not one soul would notice the light that hardly even lit up the room. Isabel took of the goggles and placed them on her desk before she extracted a key out of the pocket of her jacket. This was the only key that could open her drawers and filing cabinets, not even Vikram had a copy. She inserted the key into the keyhole of her middle drawer underneath her desk. The drawer easily unlocked, making next to no sound. Isabel reached for her personal bank account details, then false documents that outranked even the FBI and M-16 British Intelligence. She closed the drawer and opened another, this time it held a vial of poisons. She put them in her purse. Now for the next part.

Isabel put her goggles back on and turned off the lamp and left the room, closing the door behind her. She continued her way down a hallway that held great Lucian leaders. Winston Churchill gave her an accusing look as Isabel passed his painting. She was nearly done, only one thing left she needed to do…

She stopped in front of a door that she had strictly forbade Ian and Natalie to enter ever since they were young. She briefly wondered if they ever had broken that instruction but she dismissed the idea and unlocked the door. Stacks and piles of documents, boxes and filing cabinets filled the room. Anyone would've been lost by the enormous amount of files but Isabel accurately navigated through them until reaching the box she was after. There was no sign of what was inside it, apart from the red 'V' stamped on the top. Isabel flipped the lid open and sorted through the files, plucking at ones she thought might be of use to her. Only a couple of minutes later, she was done. Time to leave.

Isabel turned and left the room, locking the door and walking back down the hallway. She smiled as she tucked the files into her purse and was progressing toward the front door. It was too easy, not one person had caught her. Isabel came to the stairs and made her way down toward the entrance. Once she was out of the house she could seriously begin to put forth her newly founded organization. The media had got hold of her prison release and now she was on the rise. Nothing could stop her.

Then something did stop her.

The chandelier was turned on. A person was standing near the door. She tore the goggles off her face.

The gasp the sounded made Isabel nearly scream with annoyance and rage.

It was Ian Kabra.

The limousine's side door opened to let the figure inside. The passenger obscured by the dark night marched towards the vehicle and got in. The door closed and the limo pulled out, leaving the side of the road. Inside, Isabel Kabra fastened her seatbelt and softly groomed her stylish, brown hair with her hand.

"How was the visit?" The driver asked pleasantly.

Isabel didn't bother to notify ordinary commoners such as her driver with what she was doing, so he was oblivious to what she had done earlier, presuming that she was visiting a friend who perhaps needed support.

"I don't pay you to make small talk." She snapped. "Now do what you're supposed to be doing and get me to the airport."

The driver stammered. "O-of course, Madam."

Isabel sighed and gazed out the window. Her confrontation with her idiot son, Ian, was simply annoying. She had done everything right, it was by pure chance she had stumbled into him. And it surprised her when he had let her go.

To think Vesper One would want someone as foolish as Ian to be Vesper Three. Only one notch behind me! That shouldn't be a problem anymore hopefully.

Heathrow Airport was hours away. She would need her beauty sleep.

Isabel Kabra held her purse against herself and closed her eyes.

Just another sleep away, and then her grand plan would make her the queen of the world.