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Charles "Charlie" Swan was an average man who led an unextraordinary life in a small town few have heard of. His purpose in life was to keep Forks safe, to be a good friend to those who wanted one (a good person in general, really), and to care for, love, and protect his only daughter. He never desired fame nor power, didn't care to see the Seven Wonders or create a revolutionary invention. He took one day at a time, never dreaming much or fantasizing. Whatever happened, happened, and if it was meant to be, it would be. That was the philosophy of the hard-working police officer.
He knew they were going somewhere in the Meditteranean, but geography had never been his strong suit. He had never even heard of Volterra until he forced the name of the city out of Bella. He was traveling with a new passport and his best friend's son on an Italian-bound plane. Needless to say, he had never imagined this trip in his wildest dreams.
Jacob looked Charlie in the eye.
"This is suicide. There's no way we're going to get her out of the Volturi," he said, a voice of reason. Charlie looked at him unwaveringly.
"I'm sure as hell going to try."
