The boat rocked back and forth. Jonah grinned. This was the life, he knew it was. He went over, and switched of the machine. The sunny images and salty sea air faded into a plain white room with white furniture. He rode the elevator to the 5th floor; his father was waiting in their posh in home airport. Broderick's (Sorry don't know how to spell) eyes rarely left his electronics, he sighed, "You ready to go?"

"Yeah, just wanted one last look at the sun before we hit Antarctica."

"Mmm. Ok c'mon, you're mother is waiting to meet you at the HQ"

As the plane rose Jonahs celebrity bravado seemed to diminish. Mother, he decided he would play it innocent and eager: All in a day's work after all. He picked up a bottle of WizFizz soda, as he chugged, he was writing his dialogue.

"AGHHH!" Ian's foot smashed the ground harder than natural. Hamilton appeared above him in the frame of the SUV attempting to suppress a sneer, "Sorry, my bad". Amy glanced away. "C'mon let's go in." Ian payed for everyone's rooms, one for him, one for the Holts, and one for the Cahill's and Nellie. In his room he smiled as his computer loaded the croquet-polo exclusive club. Playing them was like playing the violin, Hard at first, then nice and smooth. A flutter of doubt crossed his mind, What if the Holts tell mother about my love for Amy? I'll make something up! He sighed as he opened a new tab for the main Lucian frame. Isabel Kabra's chat icon was blinking.

Isabel: Where are you?

Ian: I'm starting operation 629

Isabel: Good, where are you?

Ian: Some ratty hotel, didn't even cost 2,000E a night!

Isabel: The horror!

Ian: IKR!

Isabel: Excuse me?

Ian: Nothing, Never mind.

Isabel: Hmph. Check back in with a status report in the morning.

Ian: Ok!

Isabel Kabra has logged off

Ian: Bye…. I guess

The monitor blinked thrice. The Holts all squished together, fighting to see the tracking device on Hamilton's laptop. Hamilton pushed his way out and locked himself in the suite's bathroom. He sat down on the cold tiled floor. As he read Ian's history and plotted his next move. As he checked the wresting stats for that week the pounding on the door died. 50 minutes later he crept out of the room. The alarm clock blinked 11:32 PM, good his family was asleep… but maybe Amy wasn't.

He stalked over to their suite, The door was ajar, he walked in to Dan "pewing" away on the tv's built in video gaming system, Amy reading a book about Peroria, and Nellie on Dan's Laptop. He told them about Ian's plans.

He slid a note under the door of his family's room, and the Cahills and Hamilton left to the airport.