This is my first fanfic ever, so enjoy.

I will never own Twilight.

Bella POV

Rosalie, Alice, and I are secret terrorist hunters for the U.S. We are the reason the United States hasn't been blown up, hacked, or poisoned. Savings lives are our mission, but we basically cut ties with everyone we know. That way, terrorists can't take anyone hostage.

Alice is codenamed "Pixie". She's short, but incredibly dangerous. She's mastered tae kwon do, jujitsu, and krav maga. With her small stature, she can get into any nook or cranny, and people tend to underestimate her. Her black eyes are specially modified for night vision, and she has the best fashion sense of us three.

Rosalie's codename is "Blondie". Her tall body is strong and perfect, and she has beautiful golden hair. Because of her looks, Rose is often the distraction while Alice and I go undercover. Rose has accomplished the art of disguises, and can transform in 3 seconds into an average looking guy. She is also accomplished in karate and muy thai, and is an excellent shot.

My codename is "Swan". I'm incredibly graceful, and have mastered every gymnastic technique known to man, and some only known to me. I'm a genius; my IQ was measured at around 200. My brown hair and brown eyes make me the most inconspicuous of us three, so I can sneak into studies and download important data from computers. I'm also accomplished at wielding guns, missiles, knives, and anything with a motor.

We don't have last names because we don't know who are families are. All three of us were adopted from the orphanage at age 3, and have been training all our lives. We don't have close contact with anyone, and we rely on each other as family.

Currently, we are waiting for our next mission. Alice and Rose have a bet- Rosalie thinks the next mission will be in Iran, and Alice is leaning on North Korea.

"Girls, please come down to Carlisle's office, please," said Esme. She's the wife of Carlisle, and extremely sweet. Her caramel eyes were puffy and red from crying. I didn't bother asking; obviously something was wrong.

Alice, Rose, and I went to the briefing room, and our eyes went wide.

The screen was covered by multiple images of a ruined city. Carlisle looked at us grimly, and let out a sigh.

"This was once the city of Atlanta, Georgia. Last night, at approximately 2:30 a.m., the entire city was blown to oblivion. Over 250,000 people are confirmed dead, and there are over 200,000 in critical condition. This is the worst disaster that has come to US history since the twin towers. We were given an order by the President himself to catch the culprits," said Carlisle. He let out a gruff cough, disguising a sob.

"20 minutes ago, we were given a message by the terrorists. They have threatened to blow up Washington D.C. now. They want complete control of the nuclear weapons we have, and over 300 criminals freed."

Alice was in complete spy mode. "How much time do we have until they blow up D.C?" she asked.

"They have given us 2 weeks as deliberation time. They know we can't evacuate D.C. - the Pentagon contains some of the most important documents in history, and 2 weeks is not enough time to move them." Carlisle replied.

"So what's our part in this?" said Rose, looking at her nails. She doesn't really let emotions affect her, because of our line of work.

"We have located the terrorists, and found out who they are. They are Russian, and have known affiliations with the Mafia." Carlisle handed us a file, and the pictures of the terrorists. I looked it over, and was amazed at how young they were. In fact, they were our age. Jasper Whitlock, Emmet Mcarty, and Edward Masen.

Jasper had honey colored hair, and piercing black eyes. Emmet was huge, with bulging muscles and large eyes that reminded me of a child's. Edward was smirking at the camera, his emerald eyes captivating. His bronze hair was tussled, and he was absolutely the hottest guy I have ever seen.

"Their last names are English, but they were born and raised in Russia. We know they are among the most accomplished terrorists, and are masters of hand to hand combat, computer hacking, and gun wielding. In fact, they each have something that rivals your talents." Carlisle said, his eyes tightening with worry.

I was worried for Alice and Rosalie. This would be our hardest mission yet. I would sacrifice myself for them, and I knew they would sacrifice themselves for me too. This was how deep our bond was.

"Esme, please give them the equipment they need for this mission."Carlisle looked at us one last time, and retreated to his office.

"Girls, this way please." Esme led the way to the equipment room. This was the room where technology of the deadliest caliber was stored. We went through the customary retina, fingerprint, and body scanner, and entered the room.

Esme led us to the back, where the most dangerous and smallest of the gadgets were stored. She went to the cabinet at the very back and punched in the 14 digit pass code. It opened, and she grabbed 3 pairs of earrings.

"This is the latest of bombs we made. These earrings are similar to plastic bombs, but our scientists created a much more explosive material that can blow apart an entire car. Simply connect these hooks together, and twist 5 times. This will give you a 30 second detonation sequence." She handed us the earrings, and reached into the cabinet again.

In her hands were 3 phones. They looked like blackberries, and had a sturdy feel to it.

"These phones can track a person you chip. They can perform the functions of regular phones, including texting, calling, and fast internet access. Also, if you look on the panel in the back, there's a small compartment. In that compartment are 3 poison pills. Drop one in a person's food, and they're dead in 10 seconds." Again, Esme reached into the cabinet.

This time, she took out 3 hair bands. They were the scrunched kind, and black to match any outfit.

"These hair bands conceal gps trackers. When these are worn, they can be tracked by our headquarters and your mobile phones. Rip them open, and you'll find 4 chips inside. They are magnetic, and when you put them inside a phone or laptop, you can also track calls and emails."

I developed these chips myself. The program I created allowed the chips to hack into accounts and feed me back the passwords.

Esme also gave us a nice supply of guns, knives, and missile, and wished us luck. She scurried out the room, sobbing a little.

Rosalie was currently looking at a gun. It was gold, and had R inscribed in the handle. This was her signature gun, and could shoot both tranquilizing darts and bullets. She looked at us, and her eyes filled up with tears.

"Girls, if we don't make it, I want you to know that you're my best friends and sisters, and that I really will make sure you two at least survive." Rosalie said. This made Alice and me tear up, and we ended up in a group hug.

"Stop being so pessimistic! You're making me cry." Alice sobbed, "This is not our last mission, dammit!"

"I agree with Alice. Rose, Alice, let's get prepped for this mission. I am sure as hell not going to let these murdering bastards contaminate air by breathing in and out. They are going down." I exclaimed, and broke the hug.

"You know, that Emmet was kinda hot," said Rose, and Alice giggled.

"No, Jasper was the hottest out of the bunch," declared Alice.

I didn't bother telling them Edward was the best looking out of them all. We will have to kill them in 2 weeks, so who cares?