Here comes chapter two, where things finally start moving! Once again these are my characters but the Twilight characters are, in my opinion, similar. Enjoy!

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Chapter 2

He was leaning farther and farther out, trying to get a better view of this girl he had been assigned to tail. He slipped. The girl looked up, straight at him.

"Watch your footing, Tristin," the voice muttered in his ear as he retreated back into the shadows, farther back in the rafters. She kept looking; she had most definitely seen him. He couldn't believe he had made such a huge mistake.

The seconds stretched, but finally she moved on. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"Draw out," the voice commanded. Tristin managed one last glimpse of the girl before she rounded a corner, and then lifted himself out through the roof.

Once on top he replaced the roof tile that he had lifted out to get in. He sat down and unwound the microphone tucked behind his ear to fit his mouth.

"Are we secure?" the voice asked through the speaker in his ear.

"Yes… of course…" Tristin said while starting the necessary tests to make sure they actually were secure.

"Are you sure…?" the voice was hesitant.

"Ah, wait just a second. I think the scanners are turning up something…" Tristin typed in another code for a more in-depth scan.

"You didn't even look when you told me it was secure, did you?" the voice was sarcastic, almost ridiculing.

"I… had started. Oh, here it is. A rather low-class hacker…" Tristin trailed off while reading.

"See! I told you the girl was smart!"

"It's not the girl. Besides, she doesn't have access to the equipment needed to tap us right now," in his mind it was extremely simple.

"I don't know Tristin… She could have smuggled it in somehow…" the voice persisted.

"Honestly! She is a fourteen-year-old girl! She can't be that smart. It's impossible."

"She's actually only thirteen."

"My point exactly," Tristin zoomed in on the blip, checking the location that it was found.

"Are you done yet?" the voice was getting impatient. The owner of this voice paused, smiling in the darkness of his seclusion.

"Hey, wait, that's uncalled for, making me waste my time like that…" Tristin trailed off, grumbling. He had pin-pointed the blip. It was at headquarters. The Commander had someone back at HQ tap them.

"I'm just making sure you still check," the Commander typed in an override code and the blip disappeared. His amused smile lingered for a second longer, then faded.

"Psh, yeah, sure," Tristin snapped the mini-computer closed and slid it into the pocket on the breast of his jacket. He habitually flattened his perfectly kept dirty blonde

hair and fixed the tie of his suit. Tristin slid down to the edge of the slanted roof and let his feet in their shined shoes hang over the edge.

"So who is she, anyways?" he slipped out the identification picture of the girl given to him so that he could find her.

"You don't get to know that yet," the Commander knew very well what was about to follow this remark of his.

"Why?" Tristin demanded. "I am your best man, your number one ally! I deserve to know! Besides, I've taken a particular…interest in this one…"

There was silence.

"Please? Just her name?"

"Sheyla."

"Excuse me?" that didn't fit. Tristin hadn't thought the Commander would actually give him more information at this point in time.

"Her name is Sheyla," came the simple reply from the Commander.

"Yes, I grasped that. Anyways, what am I doing now?" Tristin's bright green eyes flicked back to the photo in his hand. 'Stunning…She's so, so… beautiful. What use could we have for her though? She doesn't exactly look the type for dealing with mad rouge mafia members. Actually she looks the type to only get exercise from Pilates and yoga.'

"You're just going to follow and observe Miss Sheyla for me," the Commander's voice pulled him back to reality.

"Why? She looks useless for our purposes," Tristin eyed her uniform in the picture. The colors were faded and it didn't fit correctly like the other uniforms he had seen the girls at this school wear, like it had been bought used.

"Just wait and see. She just might surprise you," the Commander said this with a slight lilt in his voice, like he knew something Tristin didn't. It just happened that this was exactly the case.

"I've seen too much to be surprised by anything," Tristin replied, still a little miffed from the whole tapping business.

"If nothing else you get the chance to watch her walk around all day in that short little skirt," the Commander hit the switch to disconnect before Tristin could reply. This was sure to irritate Tristin because only the Commander was able to open this line up. It amused him greatly to annoy Tristin. He smiled briefly, then caught himself. What was he doing? He, the head of the most powerful branch of the CIA, did not smile. Little did he know that he was going to start doing that more and more often.

Regaining his composure, the Commander said softly, "Just you wait Tristin, you'll see. Sheyla will be very useful to us." He slid out of the high-backed leather office chair and moved to a different view screen.

"Yes, just you wait…"

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Well, this turned out a bit longer than I first expected. The Commander turned out sounding a lot more evil than I expected him to. Oh well. He might be able to prove his innocence later on... Read and review!