So you know what's disgusting? Ian looks like he's 25. It's horrible. And Amy's blond when in the books she's a brunette.

"Okay, a favor I ask for." Illeni was nicer outside, and more calm. "I say we all tell each other everything. No secrets unless neccessary. Yes?"

"Totally," Dan said.

"Good. By the way, if I act bossy, just tell me."

"Oh," Amy said quietly as they entered their hotel room. Nellie looked up from her bed.

"Where were you guys? Whoa–Who's that? Lucian? She looks like–"

Amy glared at her.

"–Never mind. Nellie Gomez."

"Illeni Moscovich. CIA spy. Cousin of–" she suddenly stop. "–of Sidney Reily. I'm on your team now. You like punk?" she wrinkled her nose at the black nail polish.

"Yeah. I hope you aren't as snotty as the Kabras."

Illeni smiled. "Oh I'm not." She smirked. "Totally not."

"How about Irina Spasky?" Amy asked. "Do you act like her?"

Illeni frowned. "Who?"

"KGB Agent. Spy in the Cold War," supplied Dan.

"Oh," Illeni said, confused. "She sounds nice."

Amy looked at horror at Illeni.

"What?" Illeni asked. "Spies are usually cool."

"Girl," Nellie said. "This one is not."

Illeni made a face. "Call me by Illeni. That's what my parents named me, not Girl. So deal with it, Kiddo."

Nellie glared. "What did you call me, Girl?"

"Kiddo. I'm older than you."

Now Nellie did not realize the tube of masquera at Illeni's side.

"You're on!" She grabbed a cooking book.

Illeni quietly opened the tube. Instead of black liquid that women applied on their eyelashes, was crimson bubbly liquid. Acid.

"Illeni no!" Dan yelled. "She's in our team!"

Illeni frowned. "The annoying lawyer didn't inform me of another Cahill."

"She's not a Cahill," Amy admitted. "She's our au pair and you guys are gonna have to collaborate."

Both Illeni and Nellie made a face.

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"Dan!" Amy cried. Dan moaned. "Illeni's gone!"

"Yeah," he muttered sleepily. "Said went to go get breakfast. Be back soon." Dan rolled over. Amy made a face.

"Lame. She's doing some undercover. For God's sake! She's a–"

The door barged open.

"Illeni!" Amy scrambled up.

But it wasn't Illeni.

"Irina Spasky?" Dan said, confused.

She looked exactly like Irina Spasky, blond hair, blue eyes, uniform, but no nails? Instead she had a umbrella at her side and there was blood dripping down her cheek.

"Oh. My. God." Irina said in a heavy Russian accent. "Excuse me," she suddenly said in a British accent. Then switched to American. "OH MY GOD! That's the third time I've been called Irina Spasky! And I had to use my pistol!"

"Pistol?" Dan said eyeing the umbrella.

"Illeni?" Amy asked.

Irina removed her hair revealing Illeni's caramel hair. "These contacts are so annoying!"

"Who did you get into a fight with?" Nellie asked.

"My cousins–"

"Natalie and me, Ian Kabra," said a voice behind Illeni. She whirled pointing the umbrella at Ian's chest.

"Don't move," she said through gritted teeth in a British accent.

"I told you they were related!" Amy said to Dan.

"Whatever. Anyway, like, what's up with the British accent? And the Russian? Can you speak–"

"Shut up," Illeni said. She glared at Ian. "You want to tell them?"

"I'll tell them," Natalie said, coming up with a dart gun.

"You have the story wrong, Girl," snapped Illeni.

"Very well," Ian said. "I will tell them. Then may I complain to Father?"

"Go ahead," Illeni said, with a smirk.

"You see, Dan, Nellie, and er, Amy, Illeni here is my cousin. And I really mean cousin. My father is her uncle. And her mother is well..."

"His aunt," Illeni finished, she said in a silky Britsh accent. "I'm actually British."

"Yes..." Ian said with displeasure. "And when she was sixteen... She started working at the CIA. She was very good. Then she went on a mission and got kidnapped. Of course she escaped. Father was VERY proud."

Illeni scowled. "He was just happy I had not let down the Lucian reputation."

"Anyway he wanted Illeni to go with us when it was our time to search for clues. Of course we said no."

"What a shame," Illeni said sarcastically. "Do you really think I would have gone with you stupid rich, bratty, snotty, losers? Like, no way."

"By then, Illeni had met Grace Cahill. They weren't exactly the best friends. But from what we hear, Illeni has helped the Lucians with clues by–"

"Wrong."

"Fine. Anyway, Illeni promised she would help the underdogs."

"I made a deal with Grace. Fifteen clues for me. And you?" Illeni smiled at Dan. "Protection. And that's where my job comes in." Illeni cocked the umbrella.

"NO!" Amy cried. "Don't hurt him!"

"That gives me a greater urge hurt him." She didn't smile.

"Ah, Illeni. You wouldn't really hurt me, would you?" Ian said.

"Of course I would," hissed Illeni. She fired once at Ian's shoulder.

"No!" screamed Amy.

"Chill out, It's a poison. I doubt he doesn't have the antidote," Illeni said watching Ian searching his pockets.

He took out a tube and unscrewed it. "Natalie–"

"Let's go."

Illeni fired at Natalie once before she closed the door.

Was that the end? Of course not.

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