Arthur tightened his grip around his father. He dropped his duffel bag and his suitcase as his arms wrapped around Trent Vesper.

"Oh, Arthur."

Arthur felt annoyance rush over him but when he looked at his father's anguished face, it faded.

"I can't believe they're sending you out right now!" he exclaimed. Trent's face fell with anxiety. "You're so young."

"I'm 31."

Trent flashed Arthur a sharp, stern, fatherly look. "But they're forcing you to fall for a girl you hardly know!" Trent turned around, head lowered and hands wringing.

"Final boarding for Istanbul, Turkey."

Arthur picked up his bags and leaned forward. "Dad?"

Trent was still talking to himself about how disapproving he thought of what mission they were sending his beloved, only child on.

"Dad?" Arthur repeated. "I need to go now."

Trent turned around so quickly that Arthur stumbled backwards. His father's face was red with anger and his eyes were wide and wet with anxiety. "No! No you do not need to go! I should have never let you accept this!" Trent raised a finger a pointed at Arthur. "Arthur Josiah Ves-Trent! First I lose you Mother, your grandparents and your uncle and cousin are all the way across the world! I will not lose you either!"

"Dad, Shep and Uncle Josiah are in Australia which is not that-"

"Shut up!" Trent's arm slowly dropped to one side. His furious face faded into a sad one. Quietly and softly, he said, "Good luck in Instanbul."

Arthur shoulder's sagged. His father was angry at him and this would be their last conversation in many years to come…and it was an argument. His father loved him. He had even changed Arthur's last name, Vesper, to Trent because he didn't want Arthur to get murdered.

"Thanks," Arthur said softly, patting his father's boney shoulder. Then he left.

Finding a person in a city was harder than Arthur Trent thought.

First of all, there were thousands of people everywhere. Second of all, it was hard to think with jet-lag and third of all, he hardly knew her. All Arthur knew of his target was her name.

Hope Cahill.

The hardest part was that there was dozens of Cahills around the world.

Arthur narrowed his eyes. And there are dozens of Vespers too. Cahills are weaklings. Cahills are weaklings. Cahills are weaklings.

Arthur shook his head, pushing the negative thoughts out of his head. He needed to think positive. Arthur turned towards a pay-phone and took some cash out of his wallet. Arthur flipped through the phonebook. He sighed and slammed it shut when nothing was English.

"Having trouble?"

Arthur turned around and found himself facing a man with tan skin and dark brown hair. He smiled a toothy crooked grin. "Er-I…uh…guess."

"Looking for a English phone book?"

Arthur stared at the man for a moment. He raised an eyebrow. "I…yeah."

"What for, friend?"

"Hotel," Arthur said quickly. It was true. He was finding a hotel for himself, and hoping that Hope Cahill would possible be there or have been there. "I-I'm looking for a hotel."

"You are American, right am I?" the man asked, leading them Arthur down the streets.

"Yes," Arthur replied.

"Ah, good thing you end up here."

"Actually, I just came out of the air-"

"Many good hotel here." The man continued walking and stopped in front of a large building with Turkish writing on a sign. "You come here. Many people speak your language."

"Er, uh, thanks."

Arthur walked into the building. It was a nice place, he decided. With red carpets and nice decorated walls. He walked up to the counter where a woman stood with her hair tied back in a ponytail. "I'd like to book a small room." He reached into his pocket and drew out his wallet. Arthur paused. Just a minute ago he had money in his hand for the pay-phone…

"Darn it!" he hissed. The man had stolen his money.

"Sir?"

Arthur turned back to the woman, trying to keep his teeth un-gritted. "Ah, yes," he said and realized he his voice had a hint of anger in it. He passed the money towards her.

The woman stared at him for a moment then passed him keys.

"Thanks," Arthur murmured. He fell onto his bed in the hotel room later and dropped his stuff on the ground and opened his suitcase where he kept his laptop.

He spent days finding Hope Cahill, failing helplessly. He even phoned hotels to see if Hope had booked a room.

This is useless. He thought bitterly on Day 10 of finding the horrible Hope Cahill. It was all her fault for making him come across the world. His father was right. The mission was as horrible as Hope Cahill.

Now, where was he now? In the middle of Istanbul, lost. Totally useless. He continued walking and felt hunger gnaw inside of him. He glanced around him. Either he couldn't see a café or he wasn't trying hard enough. In front of him was a woman with red-brown hair and light skin.

Arthur felt his heart fly out of his chest. Finally, since the day the man stole his money, a person who might speak English! He raced forward, dodging other people and not feeling the slightest hungry (either because he was used to it since he attended West Point Academy not so long ago or he was just too happy) as he ran. Arthur reached forward and tapped the woman. She swung around and Arthur's heart returned to his chest, skipping some beats as he saw the woman.

She was beautiful. Her long red-brown hair swinging as she turned, her jade green eyes sparkling and her teeth glimmering as she smiled. "Hello."

Arthur felt his legs began to give way and he steadied them. "Uh-uh…" He cleared his throat. You're a West Point graduate and part of the family stronger than Cahills so act like it! "Do-do you know where the closest café is?"

The woman laughed, her eyes closing and her nose twitching. She was beautiful in every way, even the nose twitching. "It's right over there!" she said, pointing forward.

Confusion overwhelmed Arthur. "Where?" There were so many buildings.

The woman gave out another laugh, throwing her head back. She smiled brightly. "C'mon, follow me." She led Arthur through the streets and stopped in front of a small building. "There," she said.

Arthur finally had the guts to say something other than a question. "Want to join me?"

The woman smile widened and she brushed her hair back behind her ears. "I would love to."

Yes! But Arthur stopped short. How could he be falling for someone when another person, Hope Cahill, was supposed to be falling for him and him for her? He shook it away. Whatever.

Arthur and the woman sat down at a table. Arthur leaned forward and a smile passed over his lips. "I'm Arthur Trent," he said.

The woman blinked and grinned. She leaned forward also and their faces nearly touched.

"Hope Cahill."