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A/N: Hey, guys! I'm back! Sorry for not updating for so long! Really, really sorry! Here's a new chapter! Enjoy!

Chapter 3

But I wasn't one of them.

Well, I was but now I'm not. At first I came here for the sake of Carlisle whom I thought as my hero (I was immature at the time he saved me). I was doing this because I loved to do it. Anyway, each spy had a specialty in some thing. For example, Alice specializes in stealing and Rosalie had amazing combat skills (their special abilities are connected to their pasts).

Me? I have a problem. I hadn't specialized. It was really strange for a senior spy not specialize yet. I was the only one of the seniors who hadn't specialized. I was fair in combat skills but I was the worst in stealing. I couldn't even steal a candy from a kid but loads of cash with code breaking and stuff? No way. My sword fighting was okay and all spies have to master the arts of acting or impersonation. As a spy, acting is super important.

Oh, I forgot to mention. If we're not on a mission, we're taking classes. Yeah, as in school. No, being a spy doesn't necessarily mean no school. We still have to master the arts of spying. We have Professor Varner who taught bomb making. Yes, sometimes bomb can be a spy's best friend. Blowing up vaults especially. Bomb making was my worst class, yes, even worst than stealing. Which is frankly impossible. All the wires, blue or red… I was so confused and mixed up with all those wires.

I didn't know how Alice could keep up with his pace. Well, duh, bombs are her best friends; she's an expert thief for Pete's sake! Carlisle said he wanted to keep me though I didn't specialize yet. I never really know why. Alice and Rose were convinced that I was a late bloomer and late bloomers were always special. But I thought otherwise.

I was lying on my bed as I scanned through James and his cronies' files while Alice and Rosalie were in deep sleep. Rose was muttering in her sleep but it was too low for me to make out what she was saying. Oh well.

My eyelids started to get heavy. So I put the files on my bedside table and switch off the lamp to complete darkness. I dreamt about a miniature me before I ran away from home.

"You can't catch me!" I said.

"Oh, yes I can! Just you wait, Marie!" a male voice said.

Oh, my middle name, Marie. I hadn't used my middle name since I came here.

Miniature me looked back to the boy who was chasing her. But his image was so blurry as if my mind didn't want me to see him. He finally caught up to her and caught her and they bought fell and rolled against the soft, cool grass. The only thing I could see about the boy was the scar on his upper right arm. They both laughed in harmony.

Then my dream drifted to another one.

"Mom! Please no! Don't take anymore! Please! It's ruining you!" a shrill voice rang through the room. I turned to the source of the sound.

It was mini Alice. She was telling her mom to stop drinking and taking drugs.

"Who are you to tell me what to do? You're not the boss of me!"

They were at the left corner of the room. Alice's back was against the wall looking terrified while her mother was holding a knife in her hand. She pulled up the knife as if she wanted to blow a strike at Alice. I think she did. She was aiming straight for Alice's heart.

NO! I said in my mind.

Then the whole dream disappeared altogether and I woke up, gasping and all I could see was darkness. The first dream wasn't a dream, it was a memory. Some part of my brain said that Carlisle didn't tell us everything about Alice. I looked at my clock on my bedside table and it showed 2 a.m. I stared at the ceiling as I drifted off to a dreamless sleep. I woke up the next day and was greeted by the blinding sunlight.

My bed and bedside table was situated by a window. So, you could imagine how much sunlight I get every morning. Alice's bed was a few feet from my bed and bedside table while Rose's was few feet from Alice's. We all had individual computer tables with our laptops sitting there and we had one bathroom for all of us to share. It was quite large and spacious for just the three of us.

I rubbed my eyes and looked at my clock on my table. It showed 8:05 a.m. Classes don't start until nine so I had enough time to shower and get some breakfast from the cafeteria. I saw Alice's and Rose's beds were empty as I dragged myself lazily from my bed. I assumed they were at the cafeteria already. The mission doesn't start until two days after the files are given. So that we have enough time to study the files and pack our stuff. So, the mission starts tomorrow. I had a nice but short warm shower and got dressed in my favorite lime green shirt and my old, worn out jeans. Here, we didn't need books because everything here we do in practical.

Doing it was much better than staring at books a whole day. I didn't wear any jewelry nor make up because I hated those stuff. So, I just stuck to my everyday watch. It was 8:30 a.m. when I stepped out of my door. Down the hall, was the cafeteria and a few doors from here, was the television room (just in case we decided to do movie night or something like that). There was a library always stacked with books and frequently updated. So, we could practically do anything here out of boredom. Sunlight shone through the windows of the hall way as I made my way to the cafeteria. The cafeteria was busy with all the students walking around to find a table.

It was the average noise they made. Carlisle and the other professors didn't really like too much noise coming from us. Everything here was free: the food, water, electricity, weapons and such. Yeah, it was paradise. Everything was paid by Carlisle and we didn't have any cell phones because there was once a spy who back stabbed SSO and was giving information to our archenemy, Scorpion Spy Organization. They were like us, defeating bad guys but there was some competition about who had better spies.

I grabbed a tray and stuffed some food like a bowl of cereal, an apple and some orange juice.

"Hey, Bella! Over here!" Alice called as I was hunting for a table.

She was waving her arms in the air so I could easily spot her. I swiftly walked to the table. There sat Alice, Rose, Jessica, Mike and Eric. I sat on the bench and started eating as they were chatting animatedly with each other. Jessica, long brown hair but had a lighter tone than mine and she had olive green eyes. All of us sitting on the table right now were seniors. Jessica specializes in sword fighting while Mike-with sandy blond hair and baby blue eyes- specialized in code breaking. Give him any alarm system and he could break it for you. Eric, with raven black hair and matching eyes, had ability for computers. Only a group of pupils here had a specialty for computers. He could hack into any security system and deactivate it. Computer geeks here come in handy and you should see his fingers on the key board! The first time I saw him typing, his fingers were flying around the key board so fast my sharp eyes could barely see them! He finished a 5000 word essay in a whole five minutes! There were no spelling or grammar mistakes whatsoever.

A/N: There you go! This chapter was a little longer than I expected. Anyway, PLEASE REVIEW! I have no intention to copy the idea of the show Leverage. But it fits the bill though.