I do not own Twilight, or the Characters, and I'm not Stephanie, I don't think she'd imagine her boys as gay spies. XD

JPOV

I was woken out of a death-like sleep by the obnoxiously loud ringing of my cell phone. I cursed myself for setting the volume so damn loud, even though I knew it was for good reason. Once, I was knocked out and the obnoxious ringing was the only thing to rouse me fast enough to save my life.

"Hello?" I mumbled and cleared my throat. I wasn't a morning person by any means, and considering that I'd just lost my lead on Cullen, I wasn't in the mood to please anyone.

"Hi Gabe, it's Angie," I rolled my eyes. Aro's secretary Angela was both too chipper, and too innocent for my liking. She wore neck-high sweaters all the time with these wire-rimmed glasses and her hair in these hideous scrunchie things.

"What does he want?" I asked, pinching the bridge of my nose. If all Aro wanted was to bitch at me, then I wasn't going to stay on the phone while he did so. I'd at least mute it and go take a shower.

"Well he wants you down here in approximately fifteen minutes, okay?" she asked way too nicely. I could hear the clicking of the keyboard as she typed something and she'd officially succeeded in ruining my day.

"Sure, fine, bye," I said, and hung up. I was probably about to get kicked off the mission. Probably the most important mission of my career and I was going to be pushed aside for the muscle-headed bullet jockeys to go and shoot up Cullen's apartment complex in hopes of assassinating him with luck.

I sighed and decided to skip the shower. As far as I was concerned, I was on death row. No one simply 'got fired' from my profession, unless the fire came out of a highly advanced weapon of mass destruction. I didn't exactly feel the need to appear put together as I faced my eminent doom.

I loaded up my weapons, strapping my guns into all their properly concealed holsters, more out of force of habit than anything, and slammed the door to the hotel I was working out of. I vaguely hoped that I would return to this room later.

It was an unfortunately familiar sensation; the walking into the HQ expecting to be killed on-spot by the director. I didn't exactly have a clean track record. I didn't oblige people, and playing into someone else's hand wasn't my style. I did what I was told when it best suited me and my mission, not protocol, or decency, or morality bullshit. That had landed me in the hotseat more than once in my life. But, this could very well be it, the end, just like last time could have been it, or the time before. Frankly, I never knew when the rug would be jerked out from under me and send me sprawling to the floor.

I finally passed through the numerous security checks with oiled and armed security guards who knew me well enough to let me step through the metal detectors and leave after they went off. They learned the first few times that I had too much metal for them to find without a VERY thorough examination.

I didn't knock or pause at the once intimidating office door with DIRECTOR ARO inscribed into it so conventionally. I waltzed in, planted myself in a black leather chair, and waited for Aro to get off the phone.

"Mhmm, alright… absolutely not. Yes. Okay…Okay goodbye, yes…goodbye sir." Aro said, in a tone less caustic than usual. The Big Boss must have captured his ear for a while because other than with the boss, Aro was never the type to be manipulated, or remotely civil, to anyone.

"Whitlock, you have really, really, really gotten yourself in deep. Do I need to stress to you, again, the importance of this mission? We NEED to knock out Cullen. Do you understand? He is the last remaining threat to us that is worth worrying about. Then we're in the clear. That envelope needs to be returned, and Cullen is to be taken out. Or it's your life," Aro pulled out a fresh-cleaned gun from his pocket and cocked it. "That is going to be taken," he finished somberly. It was odd, usually his voice would have risen three decibels louder by now.

"I know," I said flippantly. Respect for authority was extremely overrated.

"We're going to take a new approach. You are going undercover again. Using the information that Greene has gotten over the past few months, you are going to get close to him, become friends. Then when he is sure that you are to be trusted, you steal the envelope and we send in the gun-slingers. You don't even have to get your hands wet," Aro offered.

"Sounds fine to me," I replied, completely taken aback and yet pleasantly surprised at the outcome of the meeting. My mind strayed to Cullen, the firey look in his eyes that matched his firey hair. No I wouldn't mind getting close to him at all.

"You will keep your alias as Gabriel Hawthorne since we have all your documents ready. Make sure you keep nothing with your given name on you, because you know he will be checking your identity at any given chance. Cullen is observant and very good at what he does, so please," Aro's eyes seemed pleading. The Big Boss must have threatened Aro with something, it wouldn't make sense otherwise. "Don't fuck this one up." He finished and the air was more stifling that it ever had been when I had stood in his office before. Aro's face was calm and serious, not enraged, and it gave me this uneasy sense that if I messed this up, the whole company would be eliminated.

"I'll try," I answered after the long, awkward pause. Aro only nodded and dismissed me with a gesture. I furrowed my brows and walked out, wondering how I'd been spared even the monotonous yelling fit that probably deserved.

In the end, though, I took it for what it was and got back to the front desk satisfied with the turnout.

"Hi Gabe, how'd it go?" Angela asked me as she filed her nails nonchalantly.

"…Good. Acutally." I said, sounding as surprised as I was.

"Hm, that's different. I hope the boss is okay…anyway, Agent Greene is here for you. You need to be briefed on your next assignment…now actually. Good luck," she said, and handed me a key-card. I frowned and snatched it from her hands. Today was going to be fucking unbearably long.

I slid the card into the adjacent wall and it revealed a metal elevator that I stepped in as soon as it opened and was immediately whisked up to the briefing floor, the above ground section of the building. The interesting thing about that elevator was depending on which card you had, you were taken to the exact room you needed. It helped that the elevator slid horizontally as well as vertically too.

I got off and Agent Greene was there waiting for me. She was in a black blazer with one button at the waist, a scandalously low red top, and a pencil skirt that hugged her hips and legs wonderfully. I could appreciate the outfit, but I wished I could appreciate the curves and muscle.

"Hi," she greeted, with a cherry-red outlined smile. It was sheepish though. It was mostly her fault that Cullen got away, if she hadn't been so careless with the cameras and microphones then we would already have him.

I didn't answer her but crossed my arms instead.

"I'm sorry. I was distracted, okay?" She asked. I remained silent. We'd been working together for nearly six years and she knew that I could hold a grudge. She gave up apologizing and got to the mission.

"Your target is one Edward Cullen, that is his real name but he goes by others that all have the initials E.C. He is twenty-four years old, 6'2", green eyes, red hair-"

"What is this, a blind date?" I asked scowling. I already knew all of this.

"Shut up," she said as she slid another card into a glass elevator. This one only went up though. We got in and took it to a conference room, huge but deserted, and I took a seat. She flipped on the projector and Cullen's face popped up. He was dressed up for the evening, his hair had some sort of cream it it but it was unruly. He had a sly smile on his lips and in the reflection of his irises I saw a shadow with a gun.

"Okay this is Cullen's sister, Rosalie, she is an internationally acclaimed model. Cullen and his sister are pretty close, and he visits her frequently," A picture of Rosalie Cullen popped up, it was actually a picture of a billboard sporting her lean, nearly naked, frame. "This is her husband Emmett McCarty," Greene said, and the slide flipped to a brawny-looking but very attractive man with curly, short brown locks and sparking brown eyes. He just looked all around happy, and it was obviously a candid photo.

"Cullen does not like McCarty, he's told me this several times. McCarty is a Seattle cop with a brain the size of a walnut. He poses no threat. And this," Greene pulled up another photo of a young looking boy with tanned skin and long black hair in a grey knit ski-cap. "Is Cullen's partner in Justice. Along with being technologically savvy and very capable of hacking into any mainframe in the world, he is a skilled fighter and clever, but not as slippery as Cullen. His name is Jacob Black, but I doubt you'll ever even hear his name mentioned in conversation."

So Cullen's assistant would probably have to get taken out first, otherwise he might pose a threat after Cullen was dead.

"Cullen works almost every day but on his days off you can find him at this café," an image showed up on the screen. "He is a piano freak, and is musically talented himself. I also have conformation from his sister that Cullen is gay, so, turn on the charm my friend," Greene said, smacking my shoulder. Her eyes were filled with amusement, probably assuming that I was completely straight and flirting with a guy would be a challenge. I put on my disappointed face and rolled my eyes.

"Cullen's already gotten a good look at me, he might recognize me unless you have a really kick-ass disguise," I said, remembering how Aro warned me that Cullen was ultra observant.

"Well, I think it's time that you kiss your golden locks goodbye, Hawthorne. And your baby blues. Since Cullen is used to being able to read people so easily and manipulate them into doing whatever he wants, we'll give him a challenge. He won't be able to resist tall, dark, handsome, and mysterious. I'm thinking something…dark," Greene smiled mischievously and pulled black hair dye from her purse.

"Is it going to wash out?" I whined.

"No, but if you want, I'll dye it back to blonde when we're done." Greene offered. I didn't answer, but put my forehead down on the table. I was then taken to the next room where I was dyed, scrubbed, spray-tanned, and contacted. The gave me these ridiculous straight-legged jeans and Doc Martins along with a frickin pea coat. It wasn't my style to say the least, but apparently it would be good Cullen bait. They handed me a suitcase full of these awkward clothes and a messenger bag full of art shit.

I hated that these people were able to dig up my past. Knowing that I originally went to college for art, they knew that I'd be able to pull off the art-student charade. I was eighteen then, young and easily persuaded, I made some dire mistakes that landed me working for the Company from now, at age twenty five, until I was dead.

I looked at myself in the mirror and felt like I was sinking. Black hair, grey eyes, awkward dress-code, it was as if I'd stepped into a time machine. I didn't want to remember my teenage years, they were not good memories to be dredged up every time I looked at myself in the mirror.

I swallowed the emotions though and looked to Greene for my final instructions.

"Here are your documents. I'll be around Rosalie so we'll run into each other from time to time. I'll try and set up as many chances for you and I to reconvene as possible and give you what Intel I can recover. Good luck," Greene said, and handed me the new leather wallet. I took it and sighed. "He's at the YellowNote Café," she said, and walked away. It was time to implant myself into the life of one Edward Cullen.

Okay, I know this chapter isn't the best, and well, it's been a while since I've updated. But the next one is coming really soon, and Jasper and Edward finally meet. What is gonna happen next I wonder? Is Edward gonna fall head over heels?

I'm open to suggestions and ideas, but not flames.

Thanks for reading,

~(3)~ Clarity