A/N: Here's the Preface!
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Title: Mission: Not Happening
Official summary: Sometimes, life isn't fair. This was one of those times. When you're a double 0 agent secretly trained by other government agents at a top notch school, you don't take crap from anybody when you go on a mission. Unless they're Edward Cullen. AU. AH. ExB.
Unofficial summary: Ethica Requiem University and Latreia Volturi University were sibling schools. One for men, and one for women. They were high class and you'd have to be pretty special to get into them. Oh, not to mention they trained special agents for the government. Bella and Edward are the two school's best agents, and are even at double 0 status even though they're still in school. And now, on an exchange program that Bella, Rosalie, and Alice didn't even sign up for, Bella became Edward's guide. Great opportunity right? Too bad Edward has a problem with arrogance and, well, sticking to one woman for more than a few hours.
Preface:
Anger flowed through my veins, and I could feel my temper coming through. Quickly, I took deep breaths and channeled that anger the my senses, to my focus…
I decided this fight had gone on long enough.
He poised for a punch, and when he did let his fist loose, I turned my head so that it rushed past me. When his arm became fully extended from the momentum, I grabbed it, turned my back to him with his arm still in my grasp and levered on my shoulder, and pulled. Quick as a flash, I had him on the ground, with me straddling his torso, and one of my arms extended so that two of my fingers were on his neck directly beneath his jaw, my sharpened nails digging in to the skin there. He tilted his face up slightly in reaction and stared at me in disbelief.
"You're right," I said coldly, locking my gaze on to his eyes and holding it there. "My temper is my weakness. But I already knew that. I figured it out myself and was able to train to do something about it. Now, my anger becomes my strength, because now I can channel the adrenaline that comes from fury to my focus and use it to enhance my body's senses and abilities.
"But you, you don't even realize what your weakness is. Correction, weaknesses. So I'll tell you. You're arrogant, over confident, and manipulative. That last one could be useful, as persuasion, but you choose to use it for wasteful, stupid, and wrong things. You use it on women, not giving a damn about their side. Despicable," I spat.
I continued, "All three is what gets your guard down, and distorts your perspective. That's dangerous, especially in our line of work. And until you conquer them…"
I leaned in to get right in front of his face and said with dead seriousness, "You'll get yourself killed."
