30 Days of Em

 

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That's right, sort of like 30 days of night only better. 30 Days that's right 30 days of nothing but Emmett centric tales.
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No one would be surprised to hear us (AccioBourbon, Hmonster4 or Theheartoflife) say we love a good Em. But we have an issue - like that commercial where the guy reaches the end of the internet, it seems we've maxed out most of the stories on FF (which, to be honest, isn't a whole lot).
There is so much potential for the big guy, and we know that some writers out there might be kicking around ideas, but lack the forum or motivation to dig in. That's why we are kicking off Debunking the Myth - 30 Days of Emmett - a 30 day challenge of drabbles and one shots that will run 11/15 to 12/15.

Not a contest - 30 Days of Emmett will exist similar to a m/c story on FF. Each day, a new one shot or drabble will be posted - the authors will run the gamut, and there are only a few hard and fast rules:
- Em must be the main character or part of the main pairing
- No cliches - that means dumb jocks and oafs need not apply.
- All entries MUST be beta'd. If you don't have one, let us know, we'll see how we can help.
You read right - pairings are open, genres and universes too. AH, AU, Canon, Angst, Drama, Comedy - it's all wide open to explore.
What do you think, are you up to the challenge? If so, sign up here, we'll be in touch re days open and to answer any questions you might have.
Come on peeps, bring out your Em - let the big guy free!

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Chapter 4 - 15th June 2010 - Somewhere in the Pacific Northwest.

Chapter 4.

15th June 2010 – Somewhere in the Pacific Northwest.


"You shouldn't have left her behind," the red head screeched.

"Look Vicky just shut the hell up; we don't need to be bogged down by some dorky little bitch, who doesn't know how to keep her nose out of our business." The blonde man grunted through his teeth.

"Bogged down? Are you fucking serious James, she's intelligence, at the very least she should be rotting somewhere out of the goddamn way," she responded.

He grabbed her roughly around the neck pushing her to her knees before bearing down against her and snarling into her ear.

"Listen. To. Me. Victoria, we don't have room to drag some whiny little bitch around, we don't have time or resources to deal with her. Fine we should've killed her, but you will get it into your thick head, I. AM. IN. CHARGE. Do not question me.”

She had the good sense to flinch in his grasp to show that she had received his message loud and clear. There was no further conversation between them as they stalked to the large SUV parked at the back of the dank and derelict looking warehouse they'd exited.

The vehicle peeled into the early evening traffic in downtown Port Angeles, moving away from the warehouse district and heading towards William R. Fairchild Airport. Pulling into the small parking lot, the man killed the engine and they sat in silence.

The rear passenger door opened and a figure in dark jeans and charcoal grey sweatshirt climbed into the back.

"James," he nodded

"Demetri," he returned.

"Vicky," he clipped at the woman.

"Good to see you Demetri," she replied.

"Felix not with you?" asked James.

"No, he has some 'other' business to attend to before he joins us. He'll be along on Wednesday." Stated Demetri, leaning back in his seat, his hands stretching above his head, while he yawned. Obviously tired from his flight.

"Will he need collecting or has he made... arrangements?" asked Victoria.

"He's a big boy, I'm sure he'll catch up with us." He retorted.

They each nodded in agreement, before James pulled the vehicle out of the parking lot and headed to the warehouse. There was very little conversation, apart from Demetri asking for an update and Victoria filling him in on recent developments and griping about not killing the 'Intelligence bitch' in DC.

Demetri frowned at this, he didn't like loose ends.

"Hmm..." he pondered before flipping open his cell and hitting 1 on his speed dial. He listened to the familiar sound of ringing before it was picked up.

"Demetri my brother! What gives?" said the male voice on the other end.

"Felix, change of plans, it appears we have a stray, I need you to head to DC and do a little housekeeping." Demetri said, sounding bored.

"No problem brother, I'll have the house cleaned and locked up and join you later." Said Felix.

"Thank you brother, I'll send you details shortly." Responded Demetri, before flipping the phone closed.

The ride back to the warehouse was short and soon they were pulling round the back and entering through a dark, secluded alleyway. The warehouse itself was the perfect cover for their needs. Partially derelict, it provided little use for commercial storage, little to no invitation to the homeless to use for shelter and boasted a perfectly useable, lead-lined shelter. James had rigged up generators to avoid using the electrical supply thus avoiding detection. Demetri surveyed his surroundings, not totally impressed, but not entirely disappointed either.

"It has promise, I'll give you that." He muttered.

"We've only been here a few hours, come I'll show you the stuff," said James.

Demetri nodded his acquiescence and followed him to the shelter in the far corner of the warehouse; James flicked a switch next to the door before hefting the large wheel on the door and pulling it open. The door swung open to reveal a large anti-room and a series of steps that descended into the floor. It was lit with one fluorescent light, the walls a gunmetal grey colour, lined on one side with matching lockers.

Demetri raised one eyebrow in question to James, who smirked and gestured for him to follow him down the stairs. They descended in silence, into the darkened basement space the lights flickering on only when they reached the bottom step. Demetri looked up, somewhat surprised by what he found, expecting a dark, damp wreck of space, he was greeted by surgically clean space, thickened glass separated the corridor from the room ahead of him, an ante-room with what appeared to be controlled air supply and secondary door to an attached lab. James smiled smugly; for all intents and purposes he'd done well and knew that Demetri would be pleased by this.

Demetri glanced at James, before walking towards the viewing window that overlooked the Lab. He looked in pleased to see the items he had requested had been delivered and set up according to his demands.

"You've done well James," he said, pleased with this development, "but don't lose sight of the bigger picture, mistakes have been made and now we have some 'cleaning' to do.”

"Yes Demetri," James muttered behind him, "I'll have Vicky bring up the information on the girl, what do you want to do with her?”

"She may be useful, I'll have Felix bring her here," he said before walking into the anti-room and changing into a white bio-suit and entering the sealed lab.

James pushed the intercom on the wall by the window, "Is there anything else you need me to do Demetri, perhaps I can help in there?”

Demetri laughed, a loud, brash laugh, blatantly amused at James' suggestion of help. "You know how to build a bomb James?" he quipped, highly amused.

"Um no," said James, blushing slightly, while rubbing the back of his neck self consciously. "I ah, you know, just wanted to help.”

"Pepperoni Pizza, extra cheese, no peppers and a large coke!" said Demetri before returning to assembling his tools.

James grumbled to himself, before nodding and heading back up the stairs, leaving Demetri to his work.

"Vicky!" James called loudly as he walked up the stairs.

"Yes James?" she purred, appearing at his side instantly.

"Cut that shit out Vicky, Demetri wants you to get information on the Intel Bitch, use the contact."

"Fine!" she sneered angrily, before storming off down the stairs and cutting off down a darkened corridor.

Victoria sat in one of the small ante rooms, she fumed to herself, furious at James' behaviour towards her, angered by the involvement of the Volturi, and pissed to being treated like some lackey. She pulled out her cell and quickly dialed the number to her contact in Washington.

"Yes?" said the voice at the other end of the line.

"I want information on the Intel Bitch, where she is, security details, everything." Victoria sneered down the line.

"That wasn't part of the deal, you promised no innocents would be hurt, yet so far we've got one Analyst dead, and admin in ICU and another analyst in a safe house, tell me how is this going to help the mission?" the voice responded.

"I don't have time for your shit, now give me the information or it will be you that dies and not that bitch." screeched Victoria angrily.

"Fine! she's at a safe house in Springfield, I'll text you the details. I-I don't like this, things are getting out of hand, you said this would be a simple job, promised that only the target would be harmed, you never mentioned involving anyone else." The voice stuttered down the line.

"Grow some fucking balls, honestly do you think we'd just go in half cocked, pull a trigger and blam mission over? Seriously, I wonder sometimes how you got to the position you're in. Now shut the fuck up and send me the information, if I have to call you for it again, I will reroute our man to have a word." Victoria growled before ending the call.

Seconds later her phone beeped with a new text, she opened it smugly, her informant had at least listened to her threat.

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It was hours later that Victoria descended the stairs and stood in front of the window to the lab. She straightened her shirt, fixed her hair before buzzing the intercom to get Demetri's attention. He looked up from his lab station and gestured for her to wait one minute, before resuming tightening a screw.

"Yes?”

"I have the information on the woman, she's in a safe house in Virginia," Victoria said nervously.

"Send the information to Felix and then leave me in peace unless you come with good news or pizza," he grumbled.

Victoria nodded at him before turning and heading back to the warehouse, where she fired off an email to Felix on her iPhone.

She sauntered over to James who had his head under the bonnet of the SUV; his jacket had been flung over a steel workbench, his jeans wear smeared with smatterings of grease and oil from working on the vehicle. Victoria wrapped her arms around his waist and worked them up his chest. Feeling the muscular planes of his abs and pecks under her fingers.

"Vicky, do you have nothing better to do than pester me?" James groaned.

"I've done all that's been asked of me James, I won't be ordered around by Volturi scum, I don't care how much they're paying.”

James slammed his hand down on the grill of the vehicle, his nostrils flared, and his eyes wild, anger permeated his every pore. "For fucks sake Victoria, if the only way we'll be taken seriously is by joining the Volturi, then that's what we'll do, do you understand me?”

"Y-yes James," she stuttered.

"Now leave me the fuck alone, find something useful to do, go play in traffic for all I care.”

She knew he didn't mean it, he was stressed, that's all, since Laurent had gone missing, everything had gone to shit, and they could've done this alone if he wasn't MIA, but now they were stuck with Demetri and Felix. 

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Felix sped down I-495 towards Springfield, according to Victoria the woman, Bella Swan an Intel Analyst with the CIA had been moved to a safe house near the Brookfield Plaza in Springfield. He had no idea what her security detail was, but one thing was for sure, she was either coming with him or he would leave her cold and dead.

He joined I-95 and then left at the Tower shopping centre, before he continued down Old Keene Mill Road until he found Westmore Drive. The woman should be just down the street in Castine Lane. From here he could scout the property without detection. He parked up his SUV and walked along the block, dressed in jeans and dark sweatshirt he blended in well with the locals. He took his time to scope the area, noting a dense pocket of trees between Castine Lane and Westmore Drive, lighting was infrequent which would give him plenty of cover in darkness. He walked past the house; a black suburban was parked in the drive and a town car along the street. So there would be at least 4 agents on her protection detail. He continued on his walk and returned to his SUV to plan.

As darkness fell Felix slipped into the back of his SUV, a lockbox in the back provided him with a Kevlar vest, and a silenced MK23. He also pocketed some C-4, remote detonators and twosilenced MK23. He also pocketed some C-4, remote detonators and two flashbangs, which he could use to disorient anyone that got in his way. Happy with what he had, he exited his vehicle and disappeared into the night, using the dense tree line along Westmore Drive to get as close to the safe house as possible. Peering through the darkness at the rear of the house he could make out the shape of a woman in the kitchen at the rear, a set of French doors opened out onto the back yard, a wooden deck stood over the first floor, creating a balcony for the upper level, he presumed this was a bedroom. Two men sat at a table in the kitchen, rookies, totally oblivious to his presence, not a clue as to the danger their ward was in. Felix smiled to himself, this would be too easy. Stepping stealthily across the yard, he followed the fence line to the side of the house and clipped the telephone line, not that he'd give them the chance to use it anyhow. He crept slowly along the side of the house towards the front yard; he could see the Suburban on the drive. Removing a large knife from his belt he made his way to the vehicle, there was an agent stood at the front, smoking and talking on his cell. He wouldn't know what hit him. Seconds later he fell to the ground clutching at the gaping wound on his neck, blood pouring over his hands and down his shirt as he gasped for air, soundlessly pleading for help. His vocal chords severed, he bled out where he fell. Felix used this time to puncture all four tyres of the vehicle, rendering it useless, before placing a block of C4 under the wheel arch and heading towards the town car down the block. The agent sat, sleeping in the front seat, so much for keeping watch, he never woke despite the thud of the .45 shells hitting him in his chest. 

Felix shook his head in disappointment, he'd hoped for a little fight; perhaps the two in the house would make things a little more interesting. He returned to the house and took up position on the front porch, just out of sight of the door, but with a perfect view of the suburban. He pulled a detonator from his pocket and flipped the switch; the vehicle flipped into the air and fell back down with a huge smash, fire licking its way across the upholstery inside. The front door swung open and the two agents from inside spilled out on the porch, four shots thudded into the night and the two agents fell to the floor, dead. Felix grinned as he stepped over them and entered the house.

Chapter 3 - June 14th 2010 – Ashton Heights – Arlington VA.

CHAPTER 3
June 14th 2010 – Ashton Heights – Arlington VA.




"Miss, miss, can you hear me?”

I could vaguely make out a bright light shifting from one eye to the next, my shoulder being forcefully shaken. I groaned at the sensation as my head moved. I could taste blood down the back of my throat, UGH!

"She's coming round, no visible signs of concussion or bodily trauma other than the broken nose.”

Everything was fuzzy; I could make out shapes, the ground felt hard beneath me, how long had I been out?

"Angela?" I whimpered

"Is that your friend miss? She's in bad shape, but we'll have her fixed up in no time. You're lucky, when the truck exploded outside your condo, it's a miracle the whole place didn't go with it." The voice continued.

"huh?”

"We're going to move you to Virginia Hospital Center, you're friend will be there too, stay calm miss and this will take no time, you're going to be fine." He said.

"Hey Tyler can you bring the gurney in once you see the other lady out with Eric.”

"Sure thing Mike." The other EMT shrugged.

"Now then miss, I really can't keep calling you that, you have a name?" he smiled at me.

"Bel, Bella" I mumbled, it really did hurt to move my head even the tiniest amount.

"Ok Bella, I'm Mike, you have a broken nose, my initial observations don't point to any other injuries, can you tell me if anything else hurts?"

"I have a sprained ankle from this afternoon, but other than a woozy head nothing hurts." I replied

"Good good, as a precaution I'm going to put a brace on your neck, they'll likely remove it in the ER, is there anything you need to take with you when we leave?" he continued.

"Um, just my bag, it's the brown messenger bag by the door.”

"Ok Bella, no problem, we'll get you situated on the gurney and get you out of here. The police are going to want to talk to you at some point." He stated.

I groaned, a little out of pain and a little at the thought I was going to need to call this in to the office.

A short drive later we arrived at the ER. The only saving grace was that by coming in an ambulance we avoided the waiting room and went straight to triage. A petit dark haired nurse in pink scrubs helped Mike and Tyler move me from the gurney to a bed. They bid me goodbye, depositing my bag at the bottom of the bed, while the nurse collected a trolley of supplies and returned to the side of the bed. She was a pretty little thing, like a little anime character, short dark hair, big blue eyes and an unnerving amount of energy. She seemed to dance around me.

"Hi! I'm Alice and I'll be your nurse today." She smiled at me, bouncing on the balls of her feet and flicking her pen light over my eyes.

"Bella" I responded gingerly.

"Well no concussion Bella, pupil dilation is tip top, but we need to get your nosed fixed. I'm going to take some blood first, and then I'll get the Doctor to come sort that for you." She trilled in her bird like voice.

I groaned as the throbbing raged from my nose.

"Do you have any allergies Bella?" the little nurse asked, "You look like you could do with some pain meds.”

"Nope, no allergies." I responded.

"What about medications, are you taking anything, are you pregnant?"

"No...nope." I blushed.

"Good good, I'll be right back." She replied, before turning on her heals and darting from the curtained cubicle.

Moments later she returned with a syringe, which she emptied into my arm, before logging onto my chart. The throbbing in my head began to slowly diminish and I began to feel somewhat more lucid.

"Ok Bella, I'm just going to pack this blood off to the lab and the doctor will be along shortly." She stated.

I nodded, closing my eyes briefly.

I was jogged from my thoughts by a light cough, I opened my eyes to be met by a stunningly handsome middle aged Doctor, blonde hair, kind looking blue eyes; he had an air of calm about him. He looked vaguely familiar, the cut of his jaw, his physical stance, I'd seen it somewhere before. I shrugged at my inner musing; I'd never met this Doctor before, despite spending an inordinate amount of time visiting this particular ER over the past 5 years.

"Ah you're awake, I didn't want to disturb you, you looked so peaceful. I'm Dr Carlisle Cullen." He smiled offering me his hand in greeting.

I took it with a smile of my own, but grimaced at the pain from my nose. Dr Cullen smiled kindly at me, checking my chart and taking his own observations.

"So, Miss Swan, you've been in the wars a bit this evening, but your stats are good, your blood is fine and apart from a broken nose and a brief loss of consciousness, you're fighting fit." He stated.

"Bella, please, I'm sure there's no need for pleasantries when we both know you're going to be realigning my nose anytime soon." I replied with a slight smile.

"Quite." He smirked. "Shall we get this over and done with now, so you can go see your friend?" he replied.

I nodded in agreement. He carefully placed his hands either side of my nose, a determined look on his face and a quick nudge and a crunch or two later he stepped back. "There, not even a need for surgery." He smiled. "I'll draw up a prescription for pain meds and get Alice to arrange for you to visit with your friend in a short while. Please if there's anything else, don't hesitate to ask.”

"Thank you," I said, "I really just want to see Angela, and then forget about tonight.”

With that he bid me goodnight before turning on his heel and leaving the cubicle, Alice appeared as he left, whispering in his ear and gesturing to a tall figure in the waiting room. I could just make out a head of bronze hair, before the curtain fell back and blocked my view. Alice stood at the end of my bed smiling, her buoyant enthusiasm and seemingly endless energy mildly addictive in my current state.

"Hi Bella, how are you feeling?" she grinned.

"Good thanks, the Doctor fixed my nose and said you could help me go see my friend." I responded with a smile.

"Sure thing, I think you might want to change first though, so I've borrowed some spare scrubs from the closet for you, I'm afraid it's either that or have your butt hanging out of a gown." She stated joyfully.

I blushed at her kindness, "Oh um thanks, and you really didn't have to."

"Of course not silly, I'm sure you'd rather be clean than wander around all bloodied and looking like you're dressed for Halloween." She trilled happily. "I'll leave you to get changed, and then we'll go see your friend in ICU, just click the call buzzer when you're ready and I'll be right back." She left the cubicle swiftly, dancing like a little fairy down the hall towards the waiting area. I shook my head to clear the fuzziness in my brain, chuckling lightly to myself.

An hour later I entered the ICU, Angela was in a much worse state than me, she'd been brutally beaten; she had a punctured lung from a broken rib that she had endured, 3 broken fingers, and a severe concussion and was in a medically induced coma.  Ben had arrived shortly before me and was camped beside her bedside, looking pale and distraught. He had risen to greet me when I hobbled in, and we both collapsed into each other, sobbing at what had happened.

"I'm afraid I might lose her Bells, what will I do if she doesn't wake up?" he cried.

"Don't think it Ben, don't even dare to think it, Angela is so strong, much stronger than me, we have to believe that she'll wake up, we can't think any other way, you hear me!" I replied through my sobs.

He sat back and looked at me, his handsome face marred by tears and concern. "You look like shit Bells.”

"Thanks, you don't look so hot yourself." I chuckled mirthlessly.

We stayed huddled together for a long hour, clinging to each other in order to stop the inevitable fall out, until Alice re-appeared at the door.

"Sorry to interrupt you guys, Bella, there are some officers who want to talk with you; I can send them away if you like." She gestured to the two tall police officers standing beside the nurses' station.

"It's ok Alice, I have to talk to them some time and I have to make a call to my office too. Is there a phone I can use nearby?"

"Sure, you can use the one at the nurses' station, would you like me to get the officers to wait for you somewhere more um private?”

"Thanks," I said before hugging Ben tightly and standing to leave the room, "I'll be back as soon as I can ok.”

He nodded to me with a slight smile before turning back to Angela. Alice darted ahead of me and spoke to the two officers, directing them to what I presume is a family room or some such, while I went to the nurses' station to call Al.

"Hi, this is Bella Swan, can you patch me through to Al Berty's office please." I spoke clearly.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but Mr Berty's office is currently inactive, all of his calls are being forwarded through the DO's office. May I ask the nature of your call so that I can advise you accordingly?" the abrupt operator stated.

"I work with Mr Berty Miss and I was not aware that he would be out of office for at least another four days. If you could kindly patch me through." I responded firmly.

"I'm sorry ma'am, as I said Mr Berty's office is currently inactive, I'll patch you through to the DO." She responded officiously.

"Hello, Director of Operations office, this is Lauren speaking how may I help you?”

Ugh just my luck, that bloody woman was the bain of my life, if not for the incessant gossip, it was the malicious sneers in the staff lunch hall, she had the mind of a teenager and the attitude of harpy.

"Hi Lauren, this is Bella Swan from Intelligence, I've been trying to call Mr Berty, but have been put through to the DO's office instead. What's going on?" I tried to remain polite, when really I was more frustrated than anything.

"Bella, I'll put you right through, there's been out and out panic here this evening." She responded swiftly.

Hmmm something's wrong. I didn't have time to ponder anything, before I heard the calming twang of Phil Dwyer, Director of Operations on the line.

"Bella, glad to hear you're ok, it's been one hell of a night," he said.

"Yes sir, but what's going on? I've had my car blown up, my roommate almost beaten to death, my nose broken and now I can't get in touch with Mr Berty." I ground out breathlessly.

"Where are you?" He asked, "Virginia Hospital Center, I have two police officers waiting for me in the family room, I presume to ask questions." I responded

"Ok, I'm going to make a call to get rid of them. I want you to stay there until you're collected..." he started

"What the hell is going on?" I yelled down the receiver.

"Bella," his calm voice continued over the phone, "Al Berty was found dead in his apartment this evening, there are no confirmed leads but we have a hunch that this has something to do with the data stream you followed regarding the Volturi.”

I could feel my throat tightening, I gripped the counter for support, my legs felt like lead weights, "Oh god" I stuttered.

"Bella?" He called over the phone, "Yes?" I replied shakily, my breathing laboured, a bead of sweat meandering down my forehead.

"We have a team on site to collect you, we'll have guards posted to your friends room, stay where you are, they'll come to you, your contact is Cullen, understand me, kick up a stink, make some noise if anyone else attempts to take you somewhere.”

"I understand sir, are they bringing me in?" I stammered. I knew it from the moment Al had run to me at lunch, that today was going to be bad, but how bad could this be?

"That's a negative Bella, I'll be in contact once you're on a secure line." He said before hanging up.

I lowered the receiver with shaky hands, expelling a loud breath, my body shaking with a mixture of fear and adrenalin. This couldn't be happening to me, I don't do front line anything, I'm one of the unknown shadows, there's nothing glamorous about intelligence work, hours upon hours spent hunched in my office, trawling over internet traffic, email communications, radio comm. Chatter, cell phone transcripts, in the grand scheme of things I'm a flea bite on a mangy dog.

Alice appeared at my side, looking concerned, "Hey Bella, you ok, you look like you're going to face plant at any given moment.”

I shook my head, tightening my hold on the counter as my legs gave way. "Wooah there," she called as she caught me around the waist and led me to a large chair against the opposite wall.

"Put your head between your legs and take deep breaths, just like that, in and out, you're doing fine Bella.”

My ears were buzzing, my vision was blurring in and out, so I concentrated on her calming voice as she talked me down. She was interrupted by the chime of the ICU door buzzer being wrung from outside, she reassured me that she'd be right back before standing and walking to the cctv monitor and pushing the door release. I felt a light tingling crawl up my back and I noticed a pair of military issue boots appear in my immediate vision. Before looking up I heard some light mutterings between Alice and an unfamiliar voice, followed by a light cough in front of me.

"Miss Swan, I'm Cullen and we're here to collect you." This voice I knew, I'd only left it earlier this afternoon in the parking garage. I guess fate was playing a pretty twisted game with me today.

I looked up to see a concerned pair of brilliant green eyes staring back at me, I could see the hint of shock cross his face before he disguised it with a professional mask. I guess I did look like shit after all. I took a second to glance behind him, the huge bear like guy was stood there eyeing me with equal concern, Alice was engaged with a pretty intense conversation with the skinny blonde guy from earlier, and she seemed to know him.

I groaned and dropped my head in my hands, Alice looked over from her conversation and ran to my side, "You ok?" she asked worriedly.

"I think I'm gonna puke," I mumbled under my breath, my vision dotting, sounds buzzing around me.

She flitted from my side, quickly returning with a kidney dish and a bottle of water.  "Ok Bella, just like before, deep slow breaths. In and out, In and out, there you go, is that any better?”

I nodded to her; I don't think I could say anything right now. The jarhead crouched in front of me, the look of concern etched across his face, god his beautiful, handsome face, I could just lick it, what the fuck?

"You ok there Miss Swan, we have to leave soon, so if there's anything you need to do, it's better you do so now." He stated kindly.

Just then Ben ran from Angela's room shouting, "Nurse, Doctor, anyone help, she's, she's, oh god, the alarms are ringing and I can't lose her, do something, please." I looked up to see his stricken face, pale and distraught. Alice ran to the room, I followed as fast as my sprained ankle would allow, to see her hit the lever on Angela's bed to flatten it out before climbing onto the side and calling for a crash cart. I clung to Ben, as Alice pumped her chest. The Jarhead, Cullen jumped to her side and pumped an ambu bag between Alice's frantic movements. They continued CPR until the doctor and two more nurses arrived and wheeled in the crash cart.

"Charging”

"CLEAR!”

ZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP

Angela's body rose from the bed and dropped back down.

"Continue CPR." The Doctor called and Alice and Cullen resumed their procedure.

"Charging, CLEAR”

ZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP

Angela's body rose once more.

Beep, Beep, Beep

"Ok we've got her, good job there people.”

Alice climbed down from the bed ushering me from the room. Cullen followed her. Ben mouthed a thank you to them, before resuming his position at Angela's side. I quickly hugged him good bye, before joining the three soldiers waiting at the nurses' station. Alice said she would be here for the rest of the night and would let us know if there were any changes to Angela's condition. I thanked her for her kindness, before turning to Cullen, who was in quiet discussion with his men.

I coughed lightly from behind them. "I um guess I'm ready to go now." I said quietly.

He nodded, "We'll brief you in full once we're enroute, in the meantime, you'll be with me, Jasper will be taking point and Emmett will be following up the rear. We'll not let anything happen to you. There's some agents stationed in the hall for your friend, so she'll be fine. No matter what I need for you to listen to everything I say, and react accordingly without question, at this moment until we get you into the vehicle, I need you to stick to my side like you've been glued on, can you do that Miss Swan, or would you prefer to have a wheelchair?”

"I can walk Edward," I responded I'm not totally incapable.

He smirked, his cocky grin lighting his eyes, before nodding and gesturing for me to join him for 'a walk'. We left the ICU, Jasper taking up the forward position, ahead of us, Edward lead me, his arm wrapped firmly around my waist holding me tightly against him. I know he was just doing his job, but it felt so intimate being held so close like that. He smelt amazing, I couldn't get attached, he probably had a hot little wife somewhere, he's just doing his job, and once this is all over we'll go our separate ways, never to cross paths again.

We made it to the dark SUV in quick time; Jasper went ahead checking underneath and in any nooks and crannies while we remained just out of sight. Edward holding onto me tightly, Emmett a number of feet back appearing to be oblivious to everything around him, yet no doubt totally tuned in to it. Jasper signalled that all was clear and climbed into the front passenger seat; we followed Edward directing me to climb into the back, where he promptly followed in beside me. Emmett joined us on my other side. One quick glance around and Edward motioned for Jake to get us out of there.

Chapter 2 - June 14th 2010 – CIA Headquarters - Mclean VA.

Chapter 2.
June 14th 2010 – CIA Headquarters - Mclean VA.

"Bella!”

I heard the familiar sound of Al Berty calling across the quad, he was running anxiously towards me, his face was red from the exertion and he was jostling a thin file in one hand while trying to push his way towards me.

"Hey Al, what's up?" I looked up at him concerned.

"Bella, I'm so glad I caught you," he eyed me knowingly, I went to respond but he raised his hand to stop me, "That data stream you've been following this morning, there's been a development, you're onto something, something big!" He continued breathlessly.

I hadn't even realised I was holding my breath until it whooshed out of me with such a force that I dropped my sandwich, I really wasn't hungry anymore. I looked at Al, questioning what could be so big that he would actually run to find me. There was really only one thing, Major Terrorist Action.

"It's really that big isn't it Al?" I stated, my voice shaking.

He nodded in response and gestured for me to follow him to the ready room; it's going to be one hell of a long night.

In the 5 years since I'd graduated MIT and joined the Counter Terrorism Analysis unit within the CIA, I'd done pretty well for myself; I'd proven to have a knack for routing out trouble in the most extraordinary places, from white supremacy groups stock piling weapons, to religious fanatics making fertiliser bombs in their basements. I'd cross paths with many of them over the web, but this latest data was my big one, I had used my technological skills to infiltrate a cell, with connections to the Volturi, a violent group, known for having their fingers in all kinds of rotten pies. Terrorist activity it seems is their brand new flavour.

Thirty minutes later we were convened in the ready room with the director of operations, the head of counter terrorism analysis, and various military and other unnamed agencies. I joined Al at the front with the hastily prepared power point presentation and a docket of bulleted information sheets.  And so it began.

"Good evening gentlemen, my name is Alfred Berty, Senior intelligence Analyst, Counter Terrorism branch CIA, this is my colleague Bella Swan, the analyst who uncovered this information.”

I'm glad Al was taking lead on this, I really didn't like standing up and putting it on the line, especially with the information that I was dredging up. I know I'm good, but I'm a background girl, I blend in, hide out and log it all down, I don't sit at the front, I'm an information gatherer. Nerves were getting the better of me, I messed my lip with my teeth, while wringing my hands, if I could be wrong just once, let it be this time.

"We've or should I say Ms Swan has uncovered a plot by a Cell operating on the behalf of the Volturi, she's been tracking a shipment of weapons grade plutonium, which up until this time was scheduled to arrive at San Francisco at 0800 this morning. The ship, Embassy Star arrived, however the shipment did not, and our sources within the Coast guard have reported radar traffic within the vicinity of the ship at the 15 mile marker, which leads us to believe the shipment, was removed prior to docking.”

I sat straight backed beside the laptop in the darkened room, trying to not look intimidated by the amount of testosterone surrounding me. I pondered just what they would do with the information I'd pulled, I worried that I'd read it wrong. No! I know my stuff, I'm not wrong on this!

I was knocked from my musing by a cough from the far side, I couldn't make out who was talking, but I instantly had my hackles up.

"So Ms Swan, what leads you to think that your information is important enough to drag me away from an afternoon off with my family?”

Can this guy be any more of an ass? I mean seriously, I didn't call anyone here, I just did my job, passed it on, and got dragged here when I really wanted to be eating my lunch with my friends.

"With respect sir..." I began

"Master Chief, I work for a living Ms Swan" he interrupted. Ass!

"Well Master Chief, with respect, which I'm sure I have enough to pick up the slack for where you lack, I'm the best at what I do, I gather the Intel, I interpret and then I pass it up the line, I'm only here, because I was ordered to be here, but by all means, do carry on, and when one of those scum bags blows up someone you love, just remember that I could be that person who could've told you how to stop them."

I'd barely stopped talking before my pager started beeping, the shrill tones filling the air as it vibrated on the table in front of me. Of course I blushed in embarrassment before plucking it off the table and eyeing the small LED screen. "shit" I mumbled under my breath, the three numbers I hated to see, 911 appeared before me, damn I only get those when I've picked up something big. Al was still briefing the assembled men in the room, so I jotted the numbers down in front of him, his eye's widened in concern , I shrugged, my lip firmly planted between my teeth as I eyed the room, before glancing back at Al, he nodded minutely, his agreement that I should leave.

With that I picked up my bag, offered an apologetic nod to Al and left the room. I know it's not professional, but I was not going to stand there and take that shit, and I needed to check out the data that caused my pager to buzz my emergency number, I was annoyed, god was I annoyed, no I was pissed, seriously pissed, just where did that guy get off. I stormed to the restroom and slid into the first available cubicle, slamming the door behind me and kicking the sanitary bin.

"Arrrgh! Son of a bitch!”
I sat down in a bid to reign in my anger, clenching and unclenching my fists. I can't believe he got to me, I can't believe I let some jarhead do that to me. I eventually calmed down enough to leave the cubicle, walking to the counter I quickly splashed my face with water and attempted to tame the raged reddened face staring
back at me in the vanity, before heading up to the sanctuary of my office.

That room was my second home, although with the number of hours I've been putting in lately, I'm considering moving in permanently. It was spacious, although the view of air conditioning ducts left much to be desired, and comfortably furnished in deep brown leather and cream carpeting. I'd styled it myself, when I was promoted after I'd cracked the Seattle Vampire Army a seriously weird group of occultists, who rampaged Seattle last summer, robbing blood banks and draining hobo's of all of their bodily fluids, to create a bio weapon. My breakthrough had come by pure fluke, when I was actually on vacation walking home, past the community blood bank near my hotel, I'd snapped a couple of handy shots of a random van that had torn into the parking lot like it's wheels were on fire, before a group of hooded guys jumped out the back and ran in. I called it in, and the Intel gained from them, along with the vehicle records for the van, led back to a small cell of 3, 2 men and 1 woman, we managed to get a French guy called Laurent, but the other 2 got away.

I settled into my desk chair, kicking off my shoes and taking deep breaths. Thankfully, Angela my closest and probably only friend other than Al had left me a fresh sandwich, seeing as I lost mine when I was unfortunately interrupted earlier. I quickly logged into my computer and waited for the alert to load up on the screen, I sat dumbfounded as two familiar faces appeared in front of me. Why the hell hadn't they been picked up before? There on the screen in front of me were immigration alerts for Demetri Volacof and Felix Breshnev. Shit!

They apparently entered the country on separate commercial flights from Florence Italy, what I couldn't understand is why the hell they'd let them in, why do we even bother with watch lists if they're not even going to act on them until after the fact, seriously! I sat fuming at my desk, according to the data Demetri had been ticketed for Seattle while Felix was on a flight to Dulles. Shit that's a bit close to home.

I slumped back in my chair, why would two of the Volturi's most ruthless killers be here in the US? Why Seattle, Why Washington? What is the connection to the Embassy star? Was there a connection to the Embassy Star or am I winding myself up? I sat with my eyes closed, tapping my pencil against my temple, there's got to be a connection to this, not a coincidence, not a coincidence, no such thing. This was getting me no where, I scrubbed my tired eyes, I really need to get some sleep, but I can't leave this, this is important, if I could only connect the dots. I pulled up the files on Demetri and Felix and settled in to read.

Demetri Volacof
29 yrs born Kiev, Russia
Former Russian Military. Dishonorably discharged for theft of explosive material November 2001.
Skills: Demolition expert, particularly explosive armaments,  Chemical and Biological warfare, Guerrilla warfare, medal holding sharp shooter.
Recruited by the Volturi prior to leaving the military, considered very dangerous, noted as primary bomb maker in recent time.


Well shit, that doesn't look good.


Felix Breshnev
27yrs born Moscow, Russia
Former KGB hit man.
VERY DANGEROUS.
Alias: Alexis Dostoyev
Highly proficient in Hand to hand, Stealth, breaking and entering.
Sadistic, likes to torture his mark. Ladies man, predatory in nature.
Joined Volturi along side Demetri Volacof, very close to leadership and highly trusted/feared in the ranks.
Considered the house cleaner, deals with problems with marked efficiency. Noted to be very hot tempered, do not underestimate.

Jesus Christ! Why are they here? I fired off an email to Al, even if I can't figure it out tonight, he'd have as many facts as me and they do say two heads are better than one. I just wish I could figure out what the connection was. I felt drained and all I wanted to do was go home, turn on my stereo and take a long soak in my bath. I decided that's exactly what I was going to do.

Twenty minutes later full from eating my much needed sandwich, I stepped out into the parking garage and headed for my truck. My trusty old pickup, looked like it had had better days, but I would drive it over a new car any day. As I approached I noticed that I was blocked in by a huge black SUV, could my day get any worse? Seriously, this is a designated space parking garage, could they not park somewhere else?!

As I prepared to leave a shitty note on the asshole's windshield, the elevator dinged from behind me and the raucous sounds of laughter and male voices assaulted my ears. I fingered the can of mace that dangled on my keys, while I fumbled with the lock to my truck.

"Dude, I liked her, she was feisty!" said one booming voice

"And hot!" said another

"And that blush when you interrupted her, man I'd love to see what else would make her blush..." followed another.

The footsteps grew closer and the damn lock chose just this moment to stick on me. Why did I get up today?!

"You ok there Miss?" a familiar voice called behind me, as I struggled with the damn door.

I tensed at the sound of it; I don't believe it, Asshole from the meeting, just my damn luck.
I didn't turn, but mumbled in response, "Fine thanks."

I gave it one hard tug, which caught me off guard and sent me flying backwards. A strong pair of arms wrapped around my own to steady me. My bag scattered across the ground, one of my shoes flew under a nearby car and my right ankle buckled painfully under me. "Oww shit, goddammit." I yelled before wincing at the pain in my ankle.

Just kill me now. Tie me up, throw me in the river, I don't care; just put me out of my misery.

"Thank you." I muttered as he released the hold on my arms and stepped back. I still hadn't looked him in the eye and I had no desire to either. I just wanted to get out of there. I stepped forward tentatively on my right foot, almost immediately I stumbled, the pain sending a shock wave up my leg. I bit into my lip as I grabbed the door of my truck to steady myself.

I felt a presence behind me...a fluttering in my stomach, tingles raced up my spine, I held my breath.

"Are you sure you're ok there Miss, you look like you've hurt..." the familiar voice said, almost choking as I turned to face him.

I was met by the most stunning green eyes I had ever seen, I was certain that even my blush was blushing. They confounded me. I shook my head to clear my brain from the dazzling effect they had on me.

"You!" he said

"Hey hey it's little Miss Feisty!" said the booming voice that belonged to the biggest man I had ever seen.

"You dropped your things when you fell." Said green eyes; as he handed me my bag and missing shoe.
I took them from him, nodding my head; my voice had chosen this time to desert me. I can't believe my luck; I really should've called in sick today.

"Miss at least let me look at your foot, you look like you hurt it pretty bad there, I'm a medic, and I wouldn't feel right to leave you without making sure you were fit to leave." He looked at me, imploring with an impish little smirk on his handsome, cocky face.

"I'm fine; I'll just pop into the ER on the way home." I said through gritted teeth.

"And wait for 2 hours for what I can do in 5 minutes." He responded.
I sighed, I really didn't want to spend the rest of the evening in a hospital waiting room, nor did I really want some Jar Head man handling me either.

"Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot, I'm Edward." He stated offering me his hand and that impish grin again, before continuing, "The Bear is Emmett, gangly dude is Jake and blondie is Jasper.”
They each nodded at me in turn.

"Bella," I offered taking his hand and nodding at the others, who were watching with rapt fascination.

"Well Bella, may I apologise for how I treated you before, I was having a bad day I guess. I really didn't mean to bust your balls so to speak." He responded the hint of that smirk curling up one side of his lips.

"Um fine." I muttered. I really didn't want to hang around anymore.

"So, let's check out your foot eh, Emmett, get my bag from the truck." He called.

Great, so not only did he call me out in front of everyone, but he'd blocked me in my parking space and embarrassed me into a klutzy meltdown. I mean seriously what else can this guy do to me? I just want to curl up into a ball and forget it all happened. I threw my bag into the cab of my truck and sat sideways in the seat as Edward gently manipulated my ankle, I grimaced as he added a little pressure to the ball of my foot. Show no pain, suck it up and you can get home and break later.

"The good news is I don't think it's broken, but you do have the makings for a nasty sprain," he stated.
I sighed and nodded at him, a little lost for words, he really wasn't as much of a jerk as I thought he was, either that or he has a guilty conscience, yep that must be it. Jar Head with an angel on his shoulder, perfect. He gently dressed my ankle before looking back up to me, why did he have to be such an asshole, a conceited, beautiful, handsome, rugged, gorgeous, bronze, sex haired asshole. I shrugged myself out of my musings; he smirked at me before standing.

"You should take some Tylenol and rest and ice, try to stay off it as much as possible, oh and you really shouldn't drive either." His eyes pierced into my own.

"I'll be fine, thank you; I've had worse and this truck practically drives itself anyhow." I replied closing the door. I've got to get out of here.

He nodded and joined his friends at the SUV, the big one, Emmett, clapped him on the back before they climbed in and peeled out of the parking lot. I turned the key and my truck roared to life, sitting back against the worn leather seat, I breathed out, taking stock of my disastrous day.

A little over 30 minutes later I arrived home, my small condo in Ashton heights was simple but perfect for me, a short drive from Arlington cemetery and Fort Meyer and far enough out of DC for me to feel less like a rat in a tunnel. I put my truck in park and noted that Angela was already home, her Lexus was parked in her usual spot and she'd put the porch light on. I grabbed my bag and hobbled in depositing my keys on the sideboard by the door and my bag to the rack that stood next to it. I could hear the TV in the lounge area and the light was on in the kitchen.

"Ang! I'm home, how about we call for pizza, I really can't be bothered with cooking tonight," I called out while making my way to the lounge area. She didn't respond, that's odd, I know she's home.

"Ang? Did you hear me?" I called, I heard a faint murmur to my left, and I reached for the light switch as I reached the door to the lounge, "Ang why are you sitting in the dark?”

I froze as I met an unfamiliar face, "who are you and how did you get in here?”

He was tall, at least 6 ft, had long blonde hair drawn back into a ponytail, piercing blue eyes, his face scrunched into a snarl, he looked almost feral. Dressed in stone washed blue jeans and a tight fitting black t-shirt, he was built, I mean this guy was seriously built.

"I'd like it if you left please," I stumbled nervously, pointing to the door.

He laughed, a low, menacing laugh, almost like a growl. Are you kidding me, who growls?

"Tut tut Bella is that any way to welcome a guest into your home?" he sneered at me.

I recoiled at his close proximity to me. "What have you done to Angela, why are you here?" I snapped. When did I grow a pair?

"Ah yes, your little friend, she's been most... helpful," he said stroking my cheek.

"DON'T. TOUCH. ME" I glared at him.

He laughed again, before barking out an order to someone I hadn't noticed before to bring Angela out. An equally built red headed woman dragged Angela out from the hallway leading to the bedrooms. They had really done her over, her face was heavily bruised and her eyes so swollen that she could barely open them. She looked terrible, her body crumpled under her own weight and the woman unceremoniously dropped her where she stood. A sadistic grin spread across her face, a malicious glint in her eye as she trained her sights on me. I fisted my hands at my side, the anger building.

"What did you do to her you bitch?" I shouted.

She threw her head back, a loud barking laugh flew from her mouth, before she looked back at me and strode across the room and firmly punched me in the face. I never had time to react before I hit the floor.
The man bent down to me, grabbing my hair so that his face was inches from my own.

"Just a little warning Bella. If you know what's good for you or what's good for your friends." he stated firmly,

"You'll stop looking.”

Blood was flowing freely from my nose, I'm sure it was broken, the smell of rust was getting all too strong and I could feel the beginnings of nausea and a blackout gaining on me. Bright white dots were bursting like stars in front of my eyes. Don't faint; don't faint, not now, not now.

The last thing I registered before I succumbed to numbness was the silhouettes of our attackers leaving, the click of the lock on the front door opening, then nothing.

Chapter 1 - 14th June 2005 - Cambridge MA.

Chapter 1

14th June 2005. - Cambridge MA.

"Hurry up Dad, if we're any later you'll have to stand at the back and view will be terrible!" I called.

"Coming Bells,” He g gg rumped, tugging on the tie that his new wife Sue had  h insisted he wore.

I smirked at my father as he stood uncomfortably in the hotel room, totally out of his comfort zone. Charlie was dressed in a smart dress shirt and pants, a long call from his normal Police uniform and a far stretch from his usual jeans and plaid shirt.

"You look really handsome Dad.” I smiled at him, while taking in the soft furnishings and bright decor of the small room of the hotel. "Now come on, I can't really get away with being late, what with being Valedictorian an all."

"Sure, Sure, Bells.” He smiled back, his eyes sparkling with excitement and pride.

I grabbed my purse and hooked my arm through my Dads as we excited the room. The hotel lobby was awash with many of my fellow graduates and their families. Sue stood proudly on the other side of my father, they hadn’t been married long. I knew without a doubt that she was just what he needed and for the first time in a long time I felt truly happy. I trailed my eyes around the room, feelings of warmth, joy and security filling me up and bolstering me with the verve to push through myself inflicted worries.

I was the first Swan to make it to an Ivy League College, and Dad was swelling with pride; hell, half of the guys from the station had him under orders to get lots of pictures. In fact oIn ld Mrs Cope, our school secretary, had loaned dad her video camera and demanded he film the whole event. 

“Let’s do this.” I said, eager to get today’s ceremony over already.

Today I was graduating MIT Class of 2005. I’d earned degrees in computer sciences, information and communications, and languages. I was eager to get out into the world and make my mark. Just days ago there'd been a career's fair in the gym on campus, and I'd met Alfred Berty. Or should I say he'd sought me out. I'd caught the attention of the CIA, and I was due at an interview in Washington a week from Monday. Dad was overcome with excitement; his little girl was being head hunted by the CIA! The CIA! While I shared in his excitement, I was more nervous about getting through today. I II disliked being centre of attention most of the time and now here I was having to stand up at a podium in front of my peers and their families and tell them how great our lives were going to be.

I straightened out my dark blue gown and fumbled w w ith my gold tassels as I stepped up on the stage.  This was it;  my time to suck it up and show them that choosing me wasn't a bad choice.

"Fellow students, faculty, family and friends. My name is Isabella Swan. I have the distinct honour of being MIT graduating class of 2005 Valedictorian. Today marks the end of a journey and the beginning of what I hope will be a great adventure.
When we were younger, we wanted for little and demanded a lot. I wanted to be a librarian; I;  loved books. When I got older, I wanted to be a nurse, but I changed my mind because the sight of blood makes me ill.” 

Everyone chuckled and I heard my dad mutter, "With the amount of time we spent at the hospital you'd think she'd get over that!"

 “When I left high school, I didn't know what I wanted; I knew I wanted to learn. I wanted to experience the world and everything that it offered. I wanted to make mistakes and pick up the pieces, and I wanted to walk down the sidewalk without falling over my own feet.” The auditorium descended into laughter again.

"Now, we are graduating, and I still don't know where I'm going. But I know that because of where I've been, I'll do just fine. We all have hopes and dreams and this is our time to head out on the path to see them fulfilled. Whether you want to be a Police officer, a pilot, a doctor, a nurse, a racing driver or even a cowboy.”. 

A few more chuckles came from the crowd. 

“This is our time. Our time to stand up, be counted, shine and say, ‘Hey, look at me, see what I can do, believe in what I know; like me, love me, trust me.’ The only thing stopping us from achieving anything is ourselves. We hold our own destiny in our hands and today I say, go and get it, grasp it and hang on with everything you have. The ride will be bumpy, but wow, what an adventure it will be. Graduating Class of 2005, it's been a pleasure to walk this path with you!"

The room erupted in cheers and whoops. I stood back from the podium blushing furiously. I glanced at my dad, who had a proud smile on his face, and my blush brightened. My friend Angela sat in the front row giving me a thumbs up and smiling widely. It was worth it. If I never had to stand up and do this kind of thing again, I would die happy, but I'm glad I had done it.

*****

14th June 2010

CIA Headquarters - Mclean VA.

I'd been sitting at my desk for hours, or maybe it was days; all concept of time had gone once I'd started focussing on my work. I'd been watching a data stream for days now. Something felt off about the 'Embassy Star’, a container ship bound for San Francisco. According to the manifest, it was carrying weapons-grade plutonium for the military and was travelling under the guise of carrying car parts, so it was normal procedure for us to keep tabs on Fleet AIS to ensure it stayed on the assigned course. What caught my eye was the apparent shadowing of the container ship by another ship, 'Bella Principessa'. I snorted at the name; my line manager and good friend Al would get a hoot out of that.

I'd also been catching whispers in cyberspace and on phone logs of a cell operating in the Seattle area of Washington. All signs led to a plot to do something big and possibly terrifying here in the capitol. We'd been keeping tabs on Washington for the past six months after I stumbled across a cell procuring biological matter from hobos and raiding blood banks while on vacation in Seattle. One of the cell, a large African American by the name of Laurent, had been taken into custody and had proved to be quite helpful on the information front. Of course now he was being held in Guantanamo, so I doubt we'd get anything else out of him that would be particularly useful.

I leant back in my chair, scrubbing my face, my eyes stung from spending so much time scouring over communications chatter, ship manifests and web transcripts. I was tired and cranky and I really wanted to just go home, crawl into bed and sleep for a hundred years. Instead I settled for taking a time out and headed to lunch. I left the data stream running on my computer, but locked the monitor so nothing could be seen, before grabbing my sandwich and heading out to meet Angela.

Immediate Action - Prologue

A/N - It's a short start however it will grow to become something bigger.  Also as at 3rd November 2010 I have found beta's via PTB, so am having my already posted chapters beta'd, I'm hoping they'll help me curb my enthusiastic use of commas and my occassional slippage in tense. I owe them huge thanks! So here's the edited version of the original.


Immediate Action a Twilight Fanfic by TiggyTiggyTwoShoes


Prologue.

There are few things in this life that I am sure of. The sun will rise in the morning. It will be dark at night. My dad could burn water and my mother, although flighty, was and always will be more of a friend than a parent. Right now, I am certain of one thing... I'm going to die. Even to me that sounds melodramatic. In fact, up until now I would've credited that thought with nothing but partial amusement and figured that I'd heard it on a daytime soap. That was before my life took a trip down the dark side of existence.

Before today, heck before last week, I was happy go lucky, sitting confident in my self made cocoon. I had friends, a home and a job that I simply loved, then that fateful day in June all it took was one small piece of information to land on my desk and the carefully constructed house of cards that I resided in came crashing down. And when I say crashing down, I mean literally not figuratively. Everything that I had worked for, the past five years lead to this moment. Now here I sit, staring into the darkness, unable to move due to the ropes tied tightly around my limbs, waiting for them.

I know they're out there, I've heard them. I've heard the violent sounds of torture. I've heard the screams of the other person that they have entombed in what I can only describe as being akin to hell. I know it's only a matter of time before they come for me there is nothing that I can do about it, except wait and pray that my inevitable end is swift.

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As yet to be named.

Ok So here it is, the Prologue a nebby sweety to hopefully wet the appetite. 

As you can see from the post heading, I'm fighting to find a name for my story, I've got a few, but none of them are really speaking to me. 


This is a Twilight based fanfiction, so obviously the standard disclaimer stands, Twilight and its characters are the property of Stephenie Meyer, no copyright infringement is intended and no monetary gain will be made from this little foray into her sandbox. The plot and the situations that said characters encounter however, are mine. 

Plagiarism is theft and not to mention downright lazy and seriously frowned upon, I may play with Stephenies characters, but I bring my own toys. 

Oh one more thing, if anyone fancies kicking my ass as a Beta, please feel free to contact me either here or via my FF profile. ( I won't be posting there, but I do use it for reading) Tiggy's fanfic profile

Summary:

Bella Swan, Senior Intelligence Analyst with the CIA has uncovered a plot to blow up the capitol, but there's a traitor at the Pentagon and they have their eyes on her. In order to protect the country she loves, she has to risk losing everything.

Without further rambling from me, here's the prologue, let me know if it's any good. Oh and just to warn you, I'm British, so my written English may seem somewhat different to that of my American cousins.

 Mx

New Beginnings

So um yeah, this is new, I've not really been one to keep a blog, but hey other people do it all the time, so it's not like it's impossible eh.
I'm giving this a go, mainly as somewhere to plonk my writing, I'm one of those many many people that spend an inordinate amount of time reading and also writing fanfiction, my current draw is Twilight.

There's something about getting lost in a world so far removed from our own, that also holds many similarities also. It's pure escapism at its best (and sometimes worst!)

Now I know I could sit down and write and then post my stuff on the many fanfiction sites, but I've seen many fall fowl of those nasty TOS, that mean they have to stifle the creativity for fear of upsetting someone, and in the worst case having the fruits of their labours removed without warning. I'd rather have the control of my own space.

Now then, what can I say about me, well I'm quiet and shy until pushed, then I bristle like a tanked up werewolf and find it hard to hold back. I swear like a sailor, I'm honest to a fault, can't lie to save my life, seriously I've tried, it seems to be going great then the smirk comes out and the giggles set in and I'm fucked. It's just not worth the effort. Needless to say that despite my fantastic skills with a gun, my unnatural ability to throw a tomahawk (yea the funky axe thing), and my shit hot sense of humour, I'd suck as a spy.

Right now I'm writing an AH story, I'm kind of stuck on a title, but I'm blazing on in hope that something will come to me, I'm sure it will eventually.

The Summary goes a little something like this.

Bella Swan, Senior Intelligence Analyst with the CIA has uncovered a plot to blow up the capitol, but there's a traitor at the Pentagon and they have their eyes on her. In order to protect the country she loves, she has to risk losing everything.

It's a little OOC, but I like to think that the story needs that, I've kept coupling canon, sorry but the idea of Jacob/Bella makes me want to hurl. (Unless he gets killed off before it gets too mushy), I like my characters to have balls, as much as I love what Stephenie Meyer did, I think Bella needed to grow a pair and stop relying on the men to pick her up, as I like to say, swallow some cement and harden up. So my Bella is a bit more fiesty, she's antagonistic, she smart, she has balls and she's not afraid to use them.

Once I have my act together I hope to post it here.

Story update.

It's been a little over a month since I started this blogger thingy, and I figured I needed to get my bottom in gear and get my writing posted. At this time my story is 12 chapters in, with a long way yet to go. I'm sure like many writers I will never be satisfied with what I have, so I just have to suck it up. I'm constantly reading back over it, fighting the block and banging my head against the wall. I think about deleting it and forgetting it multiple times a day, but the story just won't leave me alone, so I guess I'm stuck with it till it's had enough of me. Whether it's any good is open to interpretation. I like the concept, whether my execution of said concept is any good I'll leave up to anyone crazy enough to want to read it.I still haven't named it, that is one thing that is failing me at this moment in time, however in the meantime I intend to post the prologue as a bit of a tease and hope it may help garner a little attention.