|A Fight with the Vespers
Author: 39ninjas PM
The Cahill's are geniuses, artists, ruthless leaders and strong willed people that will never back down. "Today will be the day we choose the place we're going to hide and plan from the Vespers." "Hide? What do you mean Hide?" Summary Changed. R&RRated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Adventure - Amy C. & Ian K. - Chapters: 14 - Words: 49,667 - Reviews: 64 - Favs: 30 - Follows: 24 - Updated: 04-15-11 - Published: 10-08-10 - id: 6382065
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Hey all my dear loyal readers! Miss me? No? Okay….
Yeah…Sorry for being gone for so…long. Hope this makes up for it and Oh yeah, I apologize to those of you who were either offended or enraged about the Late or Early April Fool's Joke I put on Chapter 12. Didn't mean anything bad, I just thought it was funny. Also I respect those reviews with helpful criticism. Not ones with bashful content that don't really help in the progress of this story. No offense. Again, I sincerely apologize to those who did not like my little Joke on Chapter 12. Seriously, I'm new here. Didn't mean to push your buttons too hard. Geez…Oh yeah, and the secret to Dr. Vlad will remain…a secret. Until the following chapters.
And I would like to thank all who reviewed especially one particular anonymous reviewer from Canada. Thank you for your heartfelt review on my story and I am honored that a person from such a great country would review my story and such a great person too! :) Thanks for that review. You made me boost my morale to a now….87%! :D That's more than before! Well, continue reading and reviewing Sam! And that goes for the rest of you~! :D
Disclaimer: I hereby state that I, 39ninjas, do not own The 39 Clues. Nor am I the President of The Philippines. :3
Welcome to the Philippines
It had been a while since they'd last been inside an airport.
Amy looked around the large complex, trying to find the schedule board for their flight. Dan was sitting down by Gate number 3, eating some Lays while Nellie was, as always, listening to her iPod and bopping her head to the music. Alistair and the Holts were hanging by the souvenir shop, taking a look at some of the Red Sox hats being sold. The Kabra's were daintily sitting near a coffee shop nearby. Natalie was seated there, sipping on her hazelnut cappuccino while reading a Times Magazine with her brother, Ian Kabra, next to her eating a tomato cheese omelet. The Starling Triplets were by the restrooms; Ned and Ted were waiting for their sister who had been in the ladies room for about 30 minutes. Jonah hadn't arrived yet, saying in a text message that he'd be late due to fans and paparazzi trailing his every move so he called up his dad to bring him over an appropriate disguise to wear for the mean time.
Amy smiled inwardly. She finally found the schedule board for their flight:
Flight: Boston, Massachusetts USA (BOS) - Manila, Philippines (MNL)
Departing: 2:00 p.m.
Amy glanced at her watch and sighed. Great, their flight departs in an hour and they were at the wrong gate by miles. Amy walked over to her brother slowly; her eyes glued to the passports in her hands.
"Dan. Bad news. We have to get up and walk." Amy deadpanned as she picked up Dan's backpack from the ground. Dan scowled at her and swallowed the chewed up Lays in his mouth. "My dear sister, do you really think I am that lazy?" Dan said in a mock British accent as he stood up from his chair with a groan and began stretching his arms. He slumped forward just a little and yawned as he scratched the middle of his back. Amy stared at him with an impassive look on her face. "Unfortunately, Yes. Now come on. We're headed to Gate 12. Tell Nellie too and the others. I'll go inform the Kabra's." Amy then proceeded to walking toward Café Le Croissant (A/N: Completely stupid attempt to name a French café) to talk to the Kabra's.
Ian daintily sipped on his cup of Chamomile Tea while glancing at Natalie every now and then. She had been acting quite odd nowadays. She'd been spacing out more often than before when Isabel was put in jail and to top it all off, she's wearing the same outfit from two weeks ago!
Impossible…This couldn't be….PMS? Could it? She's had it tons of times before and it has never interfered with her wardrobe. So….What could it possibly be? Ian thought to himself. But then, as he bit into his last piece of omelet, realization hit him. His eyes widened and his mouth opened a crack. No…Could it be? He thought. Ian tried to shake it off as nothing but the thought was already there. It was plaguing him now and it disturbed him to no end. Ian glanced over at his sister once more. She was spacing out again. She had been on the 'The Hottest Celebrity Couple' page for too long. Then, it was like a rocket just plummeted through the sky, hit a few rocks in the meteor belt and sent a little miniscule one down here on earth to hit Ian on the head deceptively.
Ian began mentally pacing. It really is happening. For the first time in his brotherly hood life it was finally happening. Natalie was acting so different, so odd, wearing the same outfit, and actually thinking about buying some low priced hotdogs for lunch. This was all happening because of…..because of….
Ian gasped inwardly. It was finally time for him to let out the "protective brother" phase. He never expected it to be so early, heck; he never expected it to even happen at all. The only interest Natalie ever had in men was when she was researching on Napoleon saying she was inspired by his "short yet powerful" stature. But wait….
Natalie then proceeded to slowly turn the page on her magazine, finally arriving at the 'Most Stylish Red Carpet Dresses' page and her eyes began to go back to their more interested, soulful look. Ian gulped. But then a thought crossed his mind. A thought that made his whole world stop for a millisecond.
Who's the boy?
"Hey Ian, Natalie. Are you guys done? It's time to move over to Gate number 12. Our flight departs in an hour so I think we should board now. Hey. Kabra's?" Amy cocked her head to the side and stared at the two Kabra's who were currently spacing out. Ian snapped out of it first and looked up at Amy with a confused expression. Then his face relaxed as he smiled up at her.
"Yes, is something the matter, love?" he asked. Amy felt her cheeks flush from the nickname. She was never really that used to it yet. "Actually, yes. Something is the matter. We have to move now. Airplane's gonna depart soon and Jonah isn't even here yet." Ian raised a brow and then turned his head to look at his sister. Natalie closed her magazine and stood up, picking up her Louis Vuitton suitcase.
"Aye, aye Captain Speech Impediment." Natalie said, her voice monotone and walked ahead of them toward Gate 12. Amy raised an eyebrow at Ian, silently asking 'what the hell is up with your stuck up sis?' but Ian just shrugged, also asking himself the same question.
"So….Uhm….How's it going?" Ian asked.
After Natalie had left the two in a whirlwind of confusion there followed and awkward silence which then lead the two to being walking partners in going to their respective gate.
Amy turned to Ian, her face showing a hint of nervousness. "W-What?" CRAP! Stupid stuttering!
Ian looked at her, his face held a calm and cool exterior from the outside but in the inside he was melting into a pile of arrogant goo. "You know…How things are going in your no-more-clue-hunting life! Like…How's the Madrigals doing? Any progress in School? Gained any new friends or acquaintances? Got a new pet?" his mouth just began moving on its own as he started rambling continuously, "News on your Love Life?" and at that, Ian's face began to heat up.
"W-What?" Amy squeaked, her face reddening. She began fiddling with the strap of her backpack. Ian mentally did a mental face palm as he averted his eyes from Amy.
You are a Lucian. Lucian's take control of their emotions. Lucian's are strong-willed, feisty, and deadly people. Always at the top. Never backing down. Great leaders and Spies. We have held our foundation sturdily all these years and never have we EVER lost at ANYTHING. Well…Maybe except for the 39 Clues but….That doesn't count! I guess….Anyway, I am a Lucian! And Lucian's DO NOT…WILL NOT…EVER-
Ian clutched his hands as they shook. DAMMIT! If Mother were here she'd boil me in hot water! Ian thought. Then, in between the tension, the awkward silence and the heavy atmosphere Amy…giggled.
Ian's head shot toward her, his face irritated. How DARE she laugh at my appearance of error!
But then Amy smiled at him, her redness gone and replaced with a glow Ian could not decipher. "Well…The first question is…Classified." She said. Ian nodded, amused. "School is….fine. I'm getting high grades, as always." She continued as Ian listened intently. "I gained some friends, some acquaintances and some…enemies, I suppose." Ian raised a brow at that. Amy smiled and looked at him shyly. "Speed Reading opponents." She said and Ian inwardly sighed in relief.
"Me and Dan still have Saladin. Though, Dan was thinking about buying a Chinese fighting fish. But…We were worried about Saladin and…Well, you know…" Amy said. Ian nodded understandingly.
"As for that last one…Well…" she said, her face reddening once more as Ian tried holding back his blush. "I…I don't really have…Uhm….Anyone r-right now…" Ian smiled at her and nodded. "How…Uhm….Lovely." he coughed and silence followed soon after. But this time, it was a comfortable silence.
After a few more minutes Amy and Ian had finally arrived at their gate. But as they stopped, their breaths had caught in their throats at the sight before them.
"Uhm… Is there something the matter, yes?" a man with a white beard and as white hair, accompanied by a brown bowler hat and a white tuck in dress shirt with cream colored trousers along with suspenders asked the group that was circling him which was none other than…The 39 Clues gang—aside from Alistair who was sleeping on the metal benches and Ian and Amy who were watching in horror.
"Drop it Jonah, we know it's you." Dan whispered, only loud enough for the gang to hear.
The man before them raised a brow. "Uhm…Excuse me but I…I don't know w-"
"Oh please Jonah! Of course that's you! You have the same skin color, that wig and beard look awfully loose and your voice isn't doing a very good job at sounding like an old man's." Natalie interjected. The man flushed and appeared speechless for a while.
"Seriously, for a Janus, you suck at disguises." Hamilton said. Everyone began to chuckle and laugh along with Hamilton.
Amy and Ian stood on the sidelines, watching the whole thing take action. Ian wanted to say something but didn't exactly know what to say or do. Amy was just…at a loss for words in general. Seriously, Jonah could NOT pull off a decent disguise.
Just then, a man wearing a black tux brushed Amy's arm with his. She looked up at him and raised a brow. The man was Caucasian with light hazel blonde hair and dark blue eyes. He smiled at Amy nervously and coughed. "Uhm, yo cuz, what are the others doing over there?" the man said, barely above a whisper to her. Ian heard it though and that's when both Cahills froze in their spot.
Ian slowly and shakingly turned his head to the man, eyes wide. "…Jonah? Is…Is that you?" Ian hissed softly. Amy was, yet again, at a loss for words as she stared wide eyed at the man before them. "Yo daug, of course it's me! What did you think? That a Janus, a family composed of the most artistic people in the world, would wear a cheap disguise?" Jonah smiled smugly and fixed his dark blue tie. He looked like a handsome, intelligent, American business man getting ready to board overseas for work. Amy inwardly sighed. Of course! It's Jonah Wizard, after all. He's a Janus! Now, someone she would expect to wear a cheap disguise would be Dan. She shivered remembering the time they had to wear those flimsy disguises at the airport and the one's in their passports when they had to fly to Russia. But…they still had to make sure it was really him. She could feel Ian think the same thing as both glanced at each other with the same look in their eyes. Ian cleared his throat and looked at the supposed 'Jonah' in the eye. "Okay, well, if you really are Jonah. Then you'll have to prove it." 'Jonah' nodded and stayed silent.
The moment of silence continued to reign on until Ian smirked and placed his hand in his pocket and leaned closer. Amy nodded firmly and leaned in as well. Ian gestured her to go first as Amy smiled and cleared her throat.
"In the beginning," she said. "Which airport did you meet us at in Paris where we went into your limousine?" Jonah looked thoughtful for a while and then smiled at them, showing off his dazzling white teeth. "Charles de Gaulle Airport." He said. Amy looked at Ian and nodded. "Correct." Ian sighed and looked at Jonah. He smirked. "When we were in the Gauntlet, what question did you have to answer when you were only barely conscious?"
Seconds past and Jonah turned to them with a positive look. "What is the name of Shakespeare's lost plays?" Jonah said, his face then twisting into a thoughtful one. "Even if I was barely conscious, I remember everything pretty clear like…" Amy's eyes widened and turned to Ian. He nodded and said "Correct…" then he paused for a moment. "So then, what was the answer?"
Jonah smiled, a large one at that and leaned closer to Amy and Ian. He then proceeded to change his voice to make it sound as if he was in pain and his voice was rasp and gasping for breath, almost as if he was reenacting that moment in the gauntlet.
"Don't tell…fans…I know…" he gasped. "Double Falsehood…The History of Cardenio…And Love's Labour's—" he faked coughed in pain and winked at them before standing back in upright position. After that Amy and Ian had an amazed look on their faces and almost by coincidence did the three of them say, at the same time,
Amy smiled. "Nice costume Jonah." She said. Jonah smiled goofily and touched his neck. "Silicon body suit plus robotic stilts on my legs plus blonde wig plus dark blue eye contacts plus a whole lot of Professional Hollywood makeup artists equals..!" he spun around dramatically. "…Baker. Andrew Baker." he said. Ian and Amy both smiled as Amy chuckled in amusement.
Then, almost abruptly, her eyes widened. If the real Jonah was with them now then that means…!
She quickly turned to the others who were still pestering the poor man who was obviously baffled beyond compare. She turned to Ian who stared at them with a forlorn look in his eyes. "I…think we should stop them now before they reveal anything too…secretive." Ian said and both nodded before walking over to them and pulling each and every one of them away before things got too messy.
"We apologize sincerely sir! They must've mistaken you for someone else!" Amy called out to the man.
"They have also been on some strict medication so they may be a little delirious. We apologize!" Ian said with a crooked smile, trying to keep hold of his sister, the gruesome au pair, and the two Starling boy's as poor Amy had to take care of her brother, Sinead and the Holt's who were really just following like confused puppies. After everyone was where they were supposed to be the others began complaining and asking questions. Ian sighed.
"Okay, okay. First of all, everyone should calm down and stay silent for a moment's time." Ian said, his voice soft to avoid anybody getting irate. Everybody stayed quiet, listening to Ian (FOR ONCE) and choosing to glare at him instead. "Second," he said. "That was not Jonah." At that, everyone raised eyebrows. Ian sighed and gestured to the handsome, blonde man in a tux behind him and Amy. "This," he hissed silently for only them to hear. "…Is Jonah."
"Yo!" he said, holding up his hand."
"EPIC." Dan said, his face twisted in amazement. "That is so cool man! How did…" Dan then mentally facepalmed himself. "Of course! Janus, Artists, Hollywood! DUH!" he said, slightly embarrassed for thinking otherwise.
The others were trying to regain most of themselves (and their pride) after just being informed of their little…erm…'mistake'. "Well…it was just odd! I…I mean…That other guy was so…so suspicious! His wig was so loose and his…his voice was…weird and…and…" Natalie tried to justify herself but only came up with useless drabbles. Sinead, though, nodded. "He did seem quite odd, maybe we should follow him."
"The only reason we even decided to use a public airplane was so that we wouldn't become an open target. If we fly all in one jet or even separate we're sure to get hit by the V's." Amy said, looking elsewhere.
She never really liked calling them by their whole name and much better liked it that she gave them an initial. She also did it for secretive purposes as well. "Anyway, at least if we do it this way then there's less of a chance we'll get attacked by the V's, especially if there's so many civilians. Now if the V's were smart, they wouldn't risk their name for that.
Sinead frowned "But we should at least check it out! I mean—"
All passengers boarding flight from Boston, Massachusetts to Manila, Philippines may now board at Gate 12.
The speaker above them boomed. Amy sighed and fixed her bag. "Save that for later. Let's board." She said and walked toward the gate.
The others followed suit. Sinead huffed and proceeded on waking Alistair after getting her luggage. "Hey, old man. You alright?" she said. Alistair nodded as he stood up, bringing along his suitcase with him. "I'm fine dear.
Age is just catching up with me, I suppose." He smiled and Sinead gave him one of her own, except it was a sad one. They then walked toward the gate together where they would all begin their journey. Where they would all start a new chapter in their lives.
Amy better be right about those Vespers choosing the smart side. But of course, Vespers must be as intelligent as us Cahills…
"What are you wearing?" a girl with long curly black hair tied in a ponytail hissed at her comrade.
The one before her leaned down next to her friend who was crouched behind an empty metal bench at the waiting area. "What? You said I had to wear a disguise!" the other complained. The girl before her growled in frustration and clenched her fists. "I said to disguise yourself. But not like…like this!" she gestured to her companions current outfit which looked of some kind of short, gold-skinned 15 year old trying to dress up as an old man.
"But…But…Come on! I even got the silicon skin! And…well…I bought the wig and the beard at a party store but still…! It even got the Cahill's confused! They thought I was some guy named…Jonas? Or something like that."
The other girl closed her eyes and proceeded to facepalm herself. "…And they call you one of the best Vesper agents in the industry…" she sighed. "It's JONAH. Jonah Wizard. Remember? He was in the documents the boss gave us. You even said he looked funny." She said. The other girl then had her eyes wide as she recalled the memory. "Oh yeah! That's guy! The Janus! I wonder why they would think I'm him though…They were pulled away before I even had a chance to explain myself!" she said.
"I think that's better. After all, we don't want them finding out we're here just yet." The other said and quickly dug into her duffel bag to retrieve some clothes. She then handed them to her other companion. "Here. Go get out of that crappy costume and into these regular clothes. We don't want you getting anybody else's attention. " She commanded. "After you change we will board the plane with everyone else, got it?" The other just nodded, took the clothes, and did a salute to the former. "Aye, Aye Captain Aria!" she said and quickly ran to the bathroom.
Aria shook her head and turned to look at her companion leave. "You are such an idiot, Klara"
"I love the nightlife, I got to boogie on the disco 'round, oh yea! Oh, I love the night life, I got to boogie on the disco 'round, oh yea~!" Nellie sang along to the beat of the current song on her iPod. Dan turned to look at her. Disco? Last week she was into Dutch songs. He thought and went back to reading his comic book.
It had already been 3 hours into the flight and so far, no danger. But the others were still keeping their eyes open. Dan had been arranged to sit next to Nellie while Amy and—guess what?—Natalie were seated behind them and very begrudgingly might I add.
3 aisles after them, in the middle row, occupying four full seats were the Holt kids, plus Jonah—erm, Andrew Baker.
The Holt kids were wide awake with Madison and Hamilton fighting over the correct answers to the crossword puzzle they were playing. Reagan was just silently watching them, her mind drifting elsewhere while Jonah was listening to his music, no seriously, his music.
He got a disc of his latest album Art thou Gangsta from his dad and frankly, he enjoyed it. He loved how his lyrics and the beat mixed in with some of Shakespeare's famous lines and poetry, and Miss Pluderbottom loved it too. He gave her a disc right before it even came out. Heck, she was his homie after all.
He smiled remembering it all. Then, he turned to Reagan who was staring off into space with a worried expression. He took off his earphones and bumped his shoulder with Reagan's to get her attention.
She jumped a bit and turned her head to him. "W-What do you want?" she tried to seem all enraged and tough like her siblings were but Jonah could see that she looked scared and even worried. He beamed at her.
"Yo, you seem troubled. Got anything you wanna let out?" he asked. She seemed taken aback for a while and quickly denied it, looking elsewhere to avoid anymore questioning but Jonah didn't take people ignoring him very lightly so he positioned his hand on the top of her head and twisted, making it move toward him.
"Now, don't be like dat. I know something's wrong. When a Holt like you starts grimacing like that, there's got to be trouble."He said, his eyes serious.
Reagan stared at him for a while before looking over her shoulder toward her two sibling who were too engrossed on their game of crossword to pay any attention so Reagan deemed it safe enough to speak out her thoughts.
"Well…You see Wizard—" she began.
"Call me Jonah, yo." He said, ruffling her head in a brotherly manner which Reagan responded to by taking his arm and twisting it in an uncomfortable way. Jonah squeaked in pain, his silicon skin was already very uncomfortable and being in this position did not make it any better but he was let go of soon after he piped up an 'uncle'.
"Alright fine! Jonah." Reagan spat before continuing. "I…I just feel uncomfortable about…you know—"
"No daug, I don't know. That's why I'm asking you." Jonah said, his face blank before Reagan wacked him upside the head. "Ow!" he yelped. "Sorry…Go on." He said.
She sighed heavily and crossed her arms as she rested laid back on her seat. "It's just that…I feel…weird…about my parents not being here." She said silently, her voice just above a whisper so only Jonah could hear her.
He nodded and urged her to continue on. "I've never been on an expedition like this without them and…and I know dad has to take care of Tomas business since he's just been elected branch leader and all and mom ahs to help him…" she smiled, remembering how happy her parents were at the news. After all those years of being known as the 'Dolts' they've finally been noticed and are now the top dogs of the branch.
"…but….I just….I miss them…and…and I'm worried that something might happened while we're gone or…or something might happen to us while we're gone. Or…Or…"
"Or what, sis?" Hamilton suddenly interjected, making Reagan jump in surprise. "H-Ham! I…I didn't…Well…" Hamilton smiled down at his sister and put a brotherly arm around her shoulder. "You don't have to be such a worry wart you know…We can get through this together. Besides, you know mom and dad; they've got the Tomas blood in them. They can take care of themselves."
Reagan looked up at her brother in amazement. "Yeah! Don't you ever think such stuff like that! We're Holts! We never back down and show weakness!" Madison leaned in and placed a hand on her twin sisters'.
Reagan beamed at them and chuckled. At first she thought they would tease her about being such a pansy and hold this over her forever but it turns out they could be really comforting siblings when they wanted to be.
Then in a second, Hamilton had her in headlock with Madison pulling on her arm with intense force. "So don't ever act like such a pansy again!" they both exclaimed in unison as Reagan gagged and hollered in pain. Jonah stared wide eyed at them and after a few more minutes, smiled and put on his earphones.
I wonder how dad's doing?
"Uhm…Sir Broderick?" the butler entered the office where Broderick was on his BlackBerry. He held up his hand for a moment before saying a goodbye to the caller and put his phone down. "Yes, is there anything you needed Robert?" Broderick asked nicely as he shuffled through the rest of his paperwork and glanced at the picture of him and Jonah, already missing his son.
Robert seemed to shake for a while before proceeding to enter the room with the wireless telephone in hand. "Er…Madame Cora would like to speak with you…" he said.
The words echoed into Broderick's head, causing his whole body to shake and a few document to fall out of his hands.
"Shi-Tell her I'm busy!" Broderick quickly covered up. Robert gulped and looked down at the phone, then at Broderick.
"She says it's very important. Concerning the…the Vespers." He said. Broderick's eyes then widened at the name and he quickly stood up, thanked Robert, and held the phone against his ear as Robert silently left the room whilst closing the door.
He frowned as he heard the fast breathing of his ex-wife on the other phone; it was like she had just ran a marathon or something of the sort.
"Cora, what happened?"
Message to all passengers, we will be experiencing some temporary turbulence. Please fasten your seatbelts.
"Urghhh…" Sinead complained as she covered her mouth. Her face was slowly shifting to a shade of green and she was leaning forward. Ian gulped; he never really did like barf. No one did. Unfortunately for Ian he just had to be seated with the Starling triplets while Alistair was in the row behind them, sleeping his ass off with a bunch of random people he didn't even know!
Ian groaned in complaint and begrudgingly took the barf bag in the seat pocket before him and handed it to the sick looking Sinead.
"Here. Just please don't puke on my Armani pants." He said, his face stricken with disgust at the thought. Sinead just looked at the barf bag and put it away. Ian raised a brow at this. "No, no. I'm fine, just the turbulence." She said.
Ian rolled his eyes and handed her the barf bag anyway. "Just…in case." He said, his eyes fixed on her. Sinead smiled and nodded her thanks, clutching the barf bag close to her swaying stomach. Ned and Ted were both fast asleep which left just both of them seated there, thinking of nothing in particular. Well…maybe a certain someone is thinking about a certain pretty Cahill book worm someone and how she could be coping with his venomous sister in such limited space and how she gets her hair so soft.
"Hey Ian…?" Sinead suddenly called. Said person turned his head towards the female of the Starlings. "What?" he asked. Sinead looked away shyly for a moment before going back to looking at him in the eyes.
"Do you…have a girlfriend back home? Or at least someone special…" she asked out of the blue which made Ian jerk slightly. He was almost about to blush when he suddenly reminded himself that he had done enough of that in the airport. He cleared his throat before speaking.
"Well…Uhm…Not really. All the girls back home are incredibly annoying. No one I would really be involved with." He said, his eyes closed. Amy and her stutter suddenly crossed his mind (yet again) and his eyebrow twitched.
Sinead ogled at him wondering how such a handsome man could not have a single girlfriend. Then deep inside Sinead chuckled evilly. I may be able to fix that…
Ian sighed and pressed the button on his seat, making it go backward at the same time turning off his light. "It's late. You should go to sleep. We arrive at Manila tomorrow." He said before closing his eyes and entering into a deep slumber filled with dreams about a certain bookworm.
Time: 8:05 am; Monday
Location: Manila, Philippines.
Status: All Safe and Unharmed, aside from The Holts who harmed themselves…
Good morning all passengers, we have now arrived at Manila. In a short while we will begin landing at Manila International Airport please fasten your seatbelts.
Dan sighed in relief. Finally! They were finally in Manila. Then after they land they'll have to take a drive toward the docks then take a quick boat ride to some island they'll be staying at. Dan chuckled with pleasure; he'll be having so much fun here, especially since they'll be in a secluded island with everyone else. Time for some sea water bucket throwing at certain Cobra's. Maybe at some Star Aliens too
Amy smiled. They were finally in Manila. Thank goodness they made it here safe. Amy had been worrying all night that her assumptions were wrong and that the Vespers were going to try to attack the plane.
But it turns out she was right and they were all safe and sound and soon enough they'd all be out of this small airplane where she could finally get some fresh air and be away from Natalie.
The whole 3 hours last night was mostly spent on her insulting Amy on her ugly choice of clothing, the color of her unruly hair, the thick books she kept on reading, her dirty fingernails, her unsightly shoes, the way she eats her food, the way she talks, the way she drinks, the way she clears her throat and even the way she scratches her eye. SERIOUSLY. Amy was so glad this was all over.
She just hoped with all her might that next time, she'd be the one to choose her seat.
"HEY! JONAH! WAKE UP DUDE! YOOO!" Reagan yelled in the former's ear, making him jolt up from his seat. "What? Where! Where's the…the….Sup?" he drawled as he wiped off the drool that w as dripping from the corner of his mouth. "We're in Manila now!" Reagan yelled, irritated. Jonah backed off for a second, his hands in front of him in a protective manner.
"Yo daug, no need to be yellin'. I getz the drill." He said. Hamilton sighed, chewing on his protein bar while Madison chuckled while watching the whole scene take place.
Alistair on the other hand had been awake for some time now, listening to the calming nature sounds on his MP4. He smiled. How he loved Forest Wagtails in spring morning.
Ian tenderly opened his eyes which were still in its dreamy condition. "Yes, love…?" he sang dreamily before having his eyes shot wide open and having his body do the same as he realized who he had just spoken to was definitely not the one in his dream. "Sinead! Erm…What is it?" he exclaimed, his face panic stricken. Sinead ogled him for a while before replying to his question.
"Uhm…We're in Manila now. I just…wanted to inform you, that's all."
Ian sighed and nodded his thanks to her. Thanks the heavens they were finally here. He looked around and noticed the two other brother were well awake and reading some magazine about The Hottest Female Scientists of the Year.
Hm. So they are normal boys.
The hotter than usual temperature was something they'd definitely have to get used to but nonetheless the place was beautiful. The gang had just gotten off the airplane and had finally met with Uncle Fiske and Mr. McIntyre who had to take a separate jet. All their bags and luggage's were placed into a small van while the rest of the gang was informed to be riding in a separate limousine instead.
"Nice, it's a good thing we still keep our wealthy appearance in check." Natalie smiled while Dan rolled his eyes at her.
"Well, I'm glad you were all able to make it here. Bad news is that word from HQ just came in saying that the Vespers have taken a lock on your location." McIntyre explained. At that, everyone began panicking a little.
"Well Crud! What do we do now?" Dan said, his face in worry. McIntyre calmed everyone down. "Now, now, no need to fuss. The good news is that it seems they have only gotten location on what country and city you're going to.
They still have no idea where you exactly are and with 2 hours we will be on a secluded island that no one has ever heard and or seen in Cahill history.
"Oh really?" Natalie scoffed. "…And why is that?"
"Well…" McIntyre began. "That's because it's new." He smiled. "All will be revealed once you get there. Now, everyone get into the limousine and we will be arriving at the boat in an hour."
Everybody complied and proceeded to enter the long limousine. "Oh yeah, and one last thing." Fiske beamed as he entered the limo along with everyone else while McIntyre stayed in the front seat.
"Welcome to the Philippines." He winked.
I apologize sincerely if there are any typos or grammar mistakes. I'm just too tired to edit it out right now so forgive me for that... Yeah, so…Hope you liked that extra long chapter…..O_-
Sorry….it's 3:31 a.m. and I am beyond sleepy. REALLY, REALLY sorry about being gone for so long, hope this makes up for it and remember kitties:
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EXTRA: Oh yeah, about the PMS thing with Natalie. I know she's way too young to have that but heck! I had it the same age so why not give Natalie her's early? Eheheheh...Erm...Yeah.
EXTRA2: Yay! You now know the names of the two mysterious people who are tailing the 39 Clues gang. Don't worry, they're not Mary Sue's.
EXTRA3: Those two Vespers actually have names to their meanings but I don't wanna spoil. You can search it on the internet though so...yeah, go ahead.