Chapter Four: Irina Spasky

I walked through the airport briskly, my boots making hard noises on the floor. I pulled my plain-looking suitcase along. I was wearing a black trenchcoat, a brown scarf, and sunglasses.

It was best to look as inconspicuous as possible.

Every so often, I looked down at my watch. The time was near.

I sat in a chair impatiently with my legs crossed. I glared at the people who stared and they hurried on their way. I hated airports.

The word on the street was that Amy and Dan Cahill were to arrive any minute now. Their father had apparently sent them on a mission. I was not quite sure what their mission was, but I knew it had something to do with Isabel Kabra.

Everything had to do with that woman these days.

My face turned into a scowl automatically. Thinking of her always brought back bitter memories.

She was a horrible creature. Isabel Kabra deceives people, betrays people and worst of all, kills people.

She was a killer, but the whole world didn't know that. One of the things she is best at is lying. After all, she fooled me once and I am almost impossible to trick.

Almost.

Five years ago, on this very day, I lost someone precious to me. My beloved son, Nicolai left this world because of Isabel Kabra.

I would never forgive her. She was cruel and heartless. Even I have done things I am not proud of, but they will never be something worthy of Isabel.

Soon, I was outside in the blustery air. I began walking down the sidewalk at a fairly slow pace. I would find a hotel and settle in. Perhaps I could check my nails once in my room.

I would wait. I would avenge the death of my son. Isabel Kabra would never see this coming.

"People in London speak English, right?"

"No, they speak British."

"You're absolutely hilarious, Amy. You know, next time when you want me to laugh at one of your jokes, just say so. Or cough. Or something. Gimme a signal."

"Just get in the taxi, Dan!"

I turned my head to the left and quickly slipped off my glasses.

I watched as a girl with reddish-brown hair was ushering a boy who looked similar to her inside a taxi. She got in the car shortly after. The taxi driver sped down the road, exceeding the speed limit.

I knew who those two were. Amy and Dan Cahill, without a doubt.

I would have to keep my eye on them.

I couldn't get close to them, though. Dragging two innocent children into something bigger than a simple mission would be a crime. I promised myself that this time, I wouldn't get close to anyone, never again.

Isabel Kabra would only eliminate those people from your life eventually. She always did. I've seen it.

Suddenly, the night air felt cooler.

I had an unnerving feeling that I was being carefully watched.

I tried to make this longer, but you know, I always fail at that. :p

I've decided that this will be the only 39 Clues story I'll be working on until the Vespers series comes out.

Things might seem to be moving kind of slow, but it'll get better.

Next chapter: VIKRAM.

As always, thanks for your guys' support! This story won in Round 2 of the Madrigal Awards. So thanks a ton. :)

-Sky