So it has been forever since I have written anything for fanfic. I'm taking my first year of high school honors English on top of all my other classes and its been pretty hectic. There wasn't much of a response to this story but I love this Bella to much. I'm hoping the idea will be more popular once the plot begins to unfold.
(BPOV)
I hurried from the library and away from the man with entrancing green eyes. Edward Cullen. I knew from the file that Mr. Cullen was a close friend of Mr. Hale and that the two had been in the same army regiment. The brief thought that perhaps I could use Mr. Cullen to get to the Hales crossed my mind but I quickly dispelled the thought. He would be to distracting and the mission was already so dangerous to begin with.
I quickly made my way to the carriage waiting without drawing any undo attention to myself. I picked up the crepe fabric of my dress with care, having never worn anything so beautiful or valuable in my life. The footman grasped my hand and helped me into the carriage and I had the urge to laugh once more. Isabella Swan needing the help of a man? Never. On the way to the new brick structure I now called home I once again looked over the file Mrs. Swan had provided for me.
The file went over the exploits of Mr. Henry Hale. He ran an illegal brothel somewhere in the slums of the city, a brothel that only the most elite of the city's population could enjoy. That was hardly the concern of the government though, the true problem lie in the illegal sale of opium lace with various different toxins. A slew of deaths could be tied to these drugs but there was no solid evidence tying the Hales to the drug. Another key point tin the case was the fact that the Hales were widely influential in the British government and no one wanted to openly accuse them. The government wanted to handle the matter quietly, and that is where I came in. It was my job to gain access to the club and then extract substantial evidence that the Hales were in fact behind these illicit activities. It was then my job to bring in Mr. Hale to the academy where Mr. Sneyd could decide what to do with him.
"Miss?" the driver asked quietly. "It was brought to my attention you had a shipment brought in at the docks. Would you care to pick it up?" His voice was quiet and gruff, even a bit timid. I felt bad for the driver, probably used to rich, churlish heiresses treating him in an ill manner.
"No. that's quite all right. I will send someone tomorrow. But thank you for notifying me." I turned back to my file to continue reading.
That was when the carriage lurched and I heard and "OOF!" as someone landed atop it. Something was very wrong and I reacted instantly. I reached under the tulle and cotton under layer of my dress for the dagger strapped to my calf. I quickly swung out the open window, landing lightly on my feet and began running in the opposite direction of the carriage to take refuge behind the stacks of barrels near by. It seemed we had been on the way to the docks all along. Behind the great wooden spheres I could see the man had swung into the still moving carriage with his fire arm already aimed. Only a few seconds later his head popped out in search of his elusive target.
"She's gone, Pete!" yelled the man to the driver I now recognized as not my own. "Just keep going. We need to get back to Thom!"
I followed them at a dead run, why still being as silent as possible and saw that the drove the carriage straight onto an unmarked boat. As the ship began to sale I felt secure to try to find a means of transportation home. But first I wanted to poke around just a bit.
As I began to stride toward the east side of the doc, where the ship had been tethered I heard another yell.
"It's her! It's the one they were supposed to grab. Snatch her!" I darted towards a near my man who was seated upon a horse of black. I grabbed his leg and in a maneuver Rose taught me flipped him off of the great beast. I vaulted onto the animal without taking the time to use the stirrups. Digging my heals into its ribs I shot forward. I heard a shot fired behind me a ducked down, grabbing the only weapon I had left; ,y gun. It was a beautiful piece of iron with my initials carved into it. The academy's 18th birthday gift to me. I fired off one shot, that was all I needed, and hit the man in the arm he had used to fire off his own shot. Swinging back around, I headed toward the small piece of forest I could see. Branches tore at my dress and face, tearing fabric and skin alike. I soon heard the sign of pursuit and pushed on faster. It was the first night of a mission I would not fail.
Soon I spotted a house, then a shed. As I raced on, sporadically making turns that were bound to get me lost until I realized I had lost my pursuer. I slowed the gate if my horse until we had stopped near a river. A slight ways down was a bridge, its bleached white wood glowing faintly in the moonlight.
"Thank you, buddy." I said, patting the horses side. It was sweating from the hell for heather run I head just put it through.
I heard the faint step of a large boot only a second before I heard the voice.
"This is a surprise." I tensed, only to meet the eyes of Edward Cullen.
