Hi! I was hit with inspiration for this, and I hope you will like it as much as I do! My disclaimer for the whole story : I do NOT own Twilight. However, this storyline is mine :)
Prologue
"Here's your flight information, Mr. Masen." The Spanish woman behind the ticket counter winked flirtatiously at the good-looking man in front of her as she held out the papers to him.
Mr. Masen? Who is she talking about?
For a split second, a frown spread across his face before her remembered that his fake identity for this mission was "Edward Masen." He recovered from his almost slip-up and accepted the papers from her.
"Thank you…,"he glanced at her nametag, "Carmen." He said her name seductively, his eyes raking over her body. She giggled, flattered by the handsome stranger's attention. Abruptly, he turned around and walked off to find the departure lounge, leaving Carmen gaping at him.
He changed his mind at the last second. He decided she wasn't worth it. Venezuelan women were certainly gorgeous, but he had a goal to focus on. Camera around his neck, briefcase in one hand and flight information and ticket in the other, he found the departure lounge and seated himself close to the gate.
From where he was sitting, he could see many other people in the terminal eyeing him appreciatively. He smirked to himself. This is the response that a proper badass SHOULD get, he thought. The villains in all the movies he used to watch as a child were all deceptively good-looking.
And he was a fine specimen, in all honesty. He had light brown hair that, when light hit it, shimmered and looked almost metallic. His green eyes stirred within you both intrigue and fear. He was six feet tall and well built. His abs were rock hard, and his muscles were impressive. He was a character out of a romance novel. Dark, mysterious and handsome. He exuded an air of danger, but that only sparked more curiosity.
For once, he hadn't taken on a physical disguise for this mission, so the appearance he had was his real, natural appearance. But he didn't think it was a risk to go as his physical self. The people who would be tracking him had no idea what he really looked like, or even what his real name was. They knew him as "E." That was the only signature he ever left behind.
He'd taken on many identities for his various missions in the past. Grayson Wickham, English lawyer. Damon Ricardi, Italian businessman. He had entered Acarigua, Venezuela as Reverend Miguel José, a Spanish preacher, and he was leaving as Edward Masen, an American photographer. He would never reveal who he truly was, though. That was Edward Cullen, Terrorist, threat to the United States.
The theme song of the CNN's situation room called his attention to the television screen on the wall directly opposite him. The screen showed pictures of a bomb blast, and then switched to the reporter.
"This is the destruction caused by yet another bombing of an American Embassy. It occurred this morning. This time, in Acarigua, Venezuela. This is the ninth in a chain of bombings that have taken place over the last few years. Each bombing has occurred three months after the last.
Only American Embassies have been targeted, in places like Ireland, South Africa, Turkey, Egypt and Djibouti to name a few. These bombings are seemingly random, but is there a pattern we aren't seeing? Is this a terrorist at work? Or could it be that the world is rebelling, city by city, against American involvement in their countries? Is this a message being sent to the U.S.? When and where will the bombs strike next?
None can answer these questions but the culprits themselves. All we can do is hope that our government is working to get rid of this threat, and be on our guard. Join us, next half hour, when three world renowned criminal psychologists meet with us to discuss the possibility of this being a terrorists, and possible motives for these attacks."
The news broadcast ended, and the screen showed more video clips of the destruction caused. He chuckled inconspicuously to himself. It was a deep, sinister laugh, and had anyone been close enough to hear it, they would have feared for their lives.
"Attention, this is the final boarding call for all passengers travelling on Caribbean Airlines flight 747 to Piarco International Airport, Port-of-Spain, Trinidad. Please make your way to gate D6."
He gathered his belongings and headed towards the specified gate, all the while whistling a certain song. He held out his ticket to the man checking them at the entrance to the plane. The man returned the ticket to him and waved him in. He entered the plane and found his seat, singing the same song under his breath.
"You've been hit by; you've been struck by, a smooth criminal…"
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