Prologue

The four most powerful people in the world sit around a table. They look into each other's eyes, trying to stare each other down.
The first is about twenty-nine years of age. He has pale skin and black hair in a braid down his back. This is Vesper 5, or as he used to be known as Lee Ho.
The second is in his late fifties. His grey hair is combed to perfection, and you can tell from his eyes that he will not be tampered with. Vesper 4, A.K.A. Charles Godwin.
The next is in his early seventies. With white hair that falls to his shoulders. Formerly known as Martin Terre-Neuve, Vesper 3 is a danger to us all.
Last but most certainly not least is Vesper 2. Perhaps the most beautiful woman these men have ever seen, Isabel Kabra, fresh out of prison.

The loudspeakers flare to life. It's Vesper 1. He, or she for that matter, never showed their face.
"Ahh. Hello my good friends." The voice is heavily obscured with sound effects.
"What do you want 1?" Charles asks.
"Actually, I need Isabel to do something for me; the rest of you may go."

The men get up and leave. As the last one Martin leaves the room, Isabel turns to the speaker.
"How may I help you, 1?" She smiles, this could be fun.
"We need the girl; she possesses information about the serum."
Isabel sits up, that girl? The one she hates above all others? "Why sir? The serum is pointless now."
"So we think, but the girl can help us find out how it could be used as a weapon. A weapon for the Vespers to gain control. Are you in?"

Isabel hesitates. "Sir, she won't just give it up." She knows the girl, she's very stubborn.
"But Isabel, she knows nothing, your son however, does. Get him too."
"Yes 1."

Isabel understands Vespers 1's plan now. The boy will give up the information to save the girl. He was no longer her son. She had no problem carrying out 1's dirty work, because this one girl had ruined everything.
Amy Cahill was going to pay!

Chapter 1- Amy's POV

Amy turns and faces Dan. He's crouched on the ground, screaming and complaining.
"I don't want them here for Christmas, I don't, I don't, I don't!"
"Dan, your acting like your five. Your twelve now, you can handle a week with Ian and Natalie."

True she had been happier when the Kabras weren't coming for the holidays, but still Natalie could be OK, and Ian was well, Ian was Ian. With their mom out of the picture, they were actually kind of nice. The doorbell rang and she ran to get it.

The door opened and in stepped the last person on earth she wanted to see. Isabel Kabra. Amy steps back from the gun Isabel has pointing at her. Dan's upstairs playing video games. He wouldn't hear her scream. She cries out in pain as the dart pierces her skin. The last thing she sees is Isabel smiling. "Have a nice sleep."

Ian's POV

"C'mon Natalie, we can't miss the plane, to Boston." He was so excited to see Amy. He hadn't seen her since the clue hunt, and he really missed her.
He spots a book store and realizes with a s tart that he hadn't gotten Amy's gift yet. Natalie had been in charge of Dan's.
"Natalie, go get on the plane, I'll be there in a second."
"Fine." She struts off to the boarding area.
He's just reaching out for a book when there is a searing pain in his back. He finds himself getting dizzier and dizzier. There is only one clear thing in the whole bookshop. Isabel's face.
His mom was back.