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Chapter 1: The Assignment

I was standing in Tacoma International Airport in Seattle wearing a beige trench coat, oversized sunglasses, and a black bandana over a wig over my usual apparel as a disguise. . I was scanning the crowds trying to look for the subjects of my assignment. No, I'm not here to kill anyone. I'm here to protect someone. I sigh as I lean against a pillar. I remember how I got my assignment very vividly.

Flash Back:

I was in Volterra, my second least favourite place in the world. I was here because one of my clients, Aro of the Volturi, wanted me to do something. I walked into the main square and waited in an alley way for Caius to find me.

"You're right on time, Minx" he said, his lips close to my ear. I turned around, pushing past him. If I was allowed, I could get myself to the 'throne room'. Caius walked behind me, we walked very quickly as I wanted to get the hell out of here.

Later in the throne room, "Aria, you're here!" Aro said cheerfully.

"Yes, I'm here" a tight smile playing on my face. "Now Aro, what is it that you want from me?"

"Oh Aria, you are ever straight forward" Aro said, buying time.

"Oh Aro, you are ever procrastinating" I dead panned. The obvious gasps ensued but I didn't care. "Who do you want me to kill?"

"I don't want you to kill anyone today, Aria" I didn't like that look in his eyes; a devious, mischievous look. "I want you to make sure someone doesn't get killed."

"A protective assignment?" I laugh bitterly, "since when do I advertise my services as protective. My services are killing not protecting!"

"I was hoping you'd make an exception. I want you to protect a daughter of a dear friend" Aro continued. I already knew I was getting in over my head. I absorbed everything he said as he explained everything I needed to know about this assignment. Who needed to be protected, what needed to be arranged and where it was. In the end I agreed, needing to stay in the good graces of the Volturi. Not that I need to, killing vampires is more than easy. I'd be inconvenienced if I had a pack of bloodthirsty vampires on my trail 24/7/

Flash Back end

I did another quick scan of the airport crowd and saw my subjects. The Cullen spawn, Nessie they dubbed her; said people surrounded her. Her entire vampire family plus her wolf imprint and his pack. Carlisle Cullen, Esme Platt, Rosalie Hale, Emmett McCarthy, Jasper Whitlock, Alice Brandon, Edward Mason, and Bella Swan. Then there's Jacob Black, Embry Call, Quil Alteara and Seth Clearwater. I did a mental calculation and looked behind them. There, behind them by a couple of metres are a group of inconspicuous men with fedoras. Wannabe killers, I think with a snort. The Sahara coven has it out for the Cullen spawn, no one knows why though. She needs protection because the Sahara vampires are fighters. They'd overwhelm the Cullens easily.

I strode forward until I'm in step with them; they seem a little startled by my abrupt appearance. "Keep walking forward, don't look back or make eye contact with any of the men with fedoras" I advised them.

"Why not?" Jacob Black questioned defiantly.

I gave his a sidelong look before I answered. "Do you really want to provoke an attack? Those are hit men from the Sahara coven" I reply, slightly amused he didn't realize it.

"And you would be?" Edward Mason asks me. He's being polite but that look in his eye says he's obviously frustrated. Probably 'cause he can't read my mind.

"My assignment description says that I'm not allowed to reveal my name but one of my alias' "I say, smirking, "So to you I'm… Elizabeth Mason". Edward looks startled but recovers quickly in my peripheral vision.

We walked a while, I was aware that the hit men were still stalking us but at a greater distance. I didn't need to worry about them for much longer. My distraction was here. A girl with curly auburn hair and delicate features caught my eye, she winked at me. I know this didn't escape the scrutiny of my escortees. I gave a slight nod that would be indiscernible from a distance. I got an old 'Big Apple' key chain from my pocket and held it in my hand, my thumb the only thing keeping it in my hand. My hand was open so anyone could see it. The others didn't get but the auburn girl did. She started walking towards us and just as she was going to pass, she stumbled and checked me in the shoulder.

"I'm so sorry!" the girl said, her eyes wide.

"Its okay" I assured her with a smile. I didn't have the key chain in my hands anymore. As we continued walking we heard another crash. The others looked back to see the auburn girl, 'accidently' crash into the hit-men and spill the contents of her suitcase and theirs all over the floor. Distraction Accomplished, I thought, my eyes forward the entire ordeal.

"Turn left", I ordered them and they obeyed seamlessly. We soon found ourselves in an empty hallway. I quickened my stride until I was leading them. I took off my trench coat revealing a black t-shirt and light wash jeans and black boots. I pulled a bandana out of my pocket, hooked my sunglasses on my jean pocket and tied the bandana onto my wrist. The hallway we were in, stopped at a dead end. Dead end until I knocked on the wall.

"Voice Recognition" a robotic voice asked

"Elizabeth Mason, 1918" I say. Edward stiffened.

"Voice accepted" a panel slide open, showing a jail-bar door

"Purpose" the robo voice asked.

"Retrieval of transport for Cullen assignment" if they looked like they wanted answers before, they wanted an FBI level interrogation now. The bar door unlocked and slide aside as two large SUVs pulled up.

As they were loading up, Bella Swan said, "Thank you for helping us. May we have your name should we need your help again? She looked at me hopefully.

My blue-green eyes betrayed nothing as I sized her up. "I don't think so. If you need my help, contact Aro. He knows where to find me."

"Why did Aro ask you to 'escort' us anyway?" Seth asked, not looking up, but putting air quotes around 'escort'.

"Because Aro knows the Sahara Coven wouldn't dare attack if I'm there" I respond. Jake gave me an unconvinced look but didn't question my statement. "But wouldn't it be easier if we could contact you ourselves?"

"I wouldn't want to give my contact info to a traitor that gave away his family", my eyes locked with Jasper Whitlock.

"How do you know that?" he asks, visually shaken up.

"I smile at him as I close the bar door. "I know a lot of things I'm not supposed to" the white wall-door shuts closed.