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AN: And here is the new chapter! Not much happens here, but I promise, lots of action to come! I've gotten many alerts and hits, but only six reviews. Reviews make the author happy and a happy author enjoys making their readers happy. –winkwinknudgenudge- R&R!

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Edward had left me to cool down and I sat down by my computer. I opened up a folder on my computer that caused the computer screen to go black and one white word appeared, "Password?" I typed in the correct information and the file was accessed. Thank God, Edward didn't find this file. Then again, why would he look into a file named "Computer Settings"? There was nothing suspicious about the name, at least I didn't think so, and as it seemed, neither did he. I went to my closet to retrieve the manila envelope and scanned its contents into the computer. When everything was uploaded, I began to plan.

About two hours later I had dressed in my black tank top and black ripped skinny jeans. I was tempted, after looking at myself in the mirror, to add some eyeliner and did so. After I finished I turned off the computer and hid my envelope back in my closet. I grabbed a notepad and a pen, stuffed them into my pocket, took my cell phone and was out the house in a matter of a few minutes. I walked down the street and when I made it to the end of the block, my cell phone rang. I smiled and answered it.

"I knew you'd call."

"You knew I was watching you and you didn't find that weird?" Vince responded sarcastically.

"Ha-ha Vince. Come on this is serious. What do you want me to do?"

"Okay, I'm sending a copter to your location and it'll be there in a few minutes. The copter will drop you at the site where the suspect was last seen. Gather as much evidence as you can without getting noticed. Think you can handle that?"

I laughed, "Piece of cake, but how do you expect a helicopter to be unnoticed landing in a small town like Forks. I mean, sure I'm alone, but someone who isn't pretty far is sure to notice it."

I heard him laugh into the phone, "Don't worry, I've got that covered. Call me when you need a ride back."

I was about to say something, but he had hung up. Suddenly I felt a cold wind pick up and the trees started to look like they were being pulled from the ground. I looked up, but didn't see anything, the wind got harder and harder until it started to hurt my face. I heard someone yell and saw that a guy was standing in the air!

"Get in!" he smirked.

I now understood what Vince meant, he had sent an invisible copter. I wonder how he got that past the CIA officials, but didn't think about it too long. I ran over to the copter, the wind stronger as I got closer and grabbed the man's hand as he hoisted me up. The inside of the copter was completely normal and not invisible, weird how the CIA can come up with this stuff. I looked at the man who had helped me into the copter and instantly recognized him.

"Royce!" I said happily.

He laughed, "Hey Bells, long time no see."

"You can say that again." I joked, "So who's flying?"

"BELLA!" came a girly scream from the pilot's chair.

"Mel??" I questioned, sitting up to get a better look at the girl.

She turned to look at me with a huge happy grin on her face, "Yup!"

"Mel!" I screamed, hugging her.

"Cut it out you guys!" Screamed Royce, "We're going to crash into that store if you don't focus Mel!"

Melissa's head snapped forward and she grabbed the wheel and pulled it up. "Whoops, sorry." she said in a sarcastic tone.

"So Bells! I thought you quit?" Royce asked me.

"So did I." I answered, my tone beat.

"Huh?"

"I did quit, but Vince decided that me quitting doesn't mean anything and well, here I am!" I smirked, rolling my eyes and waving my hands up.

Royce laughed, "You've got to admit that you missed some of this? I mean we're in an invisible copter!"

I laughed slightly, "Yeah, I guess I did miss some of this."

"Sorry to break up the love fest, but we're here Bella and I'm landing in a sec." Melissa interrupted.

I rolled my eyes at her and opened the copter door ready to jump. Melissa nodded at me and I yelled, "See you guys around!" before jumping. I landed on the hard dirt ground rolling like I had been taught in the agency a few years back. I stopped rolling when I reached the end of the forest and the beginning of a cement sidewalk. I got up and dusted myself off before walking down the street to a club named, "The HangOut."

The HangOut. was known for its "people". The mafia, dealers, buyers, illegal sellers, whores all hung around there. It was the most dangerous place to be, yet it was "the place to be". I went around back and found a door. I tried for the obvious, but of course the handle was locked. I smiled, I hadn't gotten to do this much anymore and I was definitely going to enjoy it. I pulled out a sleek black gun from my pocket. Royce had slid it into my hand while on the copter. I checked to make sure it was loaded, held in up, aimed and fired at the knob. The door swung half-way open. I put the gun into my back pocket entered the club, closing the door behind me. I walked through the dark hallway, that stunk like dead rats, and finally made my way into the club, acting casual. I walked up to the bar and took a seat.

"What'll it be?" the bartender asked me, already suspicious of me.

"Nothing of the drink type, but I do have something I'd like."

He looked at me sternly, "And what is that?"

"Oh, nothing much really. Just some information regarding one of your loyal customers."

He arched an eyebrow, "Really? And who, may I ask, are you?"

I looked him in the eye, "That, sir, is none of your concern."

He grunted and I continued, "Ronald Veron."

He backed away from my face and leaned off the counter. "Yeah, I know him. Real wise guy."

I nodded, "What do you know about him?"

"He comes in every Friday, around three am, looking for some…recruits."

"Recruits?"

"Yeah, some 'handy men'. Guys good with guns. Usually first timers, one's who never been to the club before."

I nodded, "What does he look like?"

"Like any guy, normal, but he's always wearing sunglasses. And they're always tinted so dark that it's impossible to see his eyes."

I raised an eyebrow, it was possible that this information was either very important or had no value at all. I thanked the bartender after slipping him a hundred to stay quiet and walked out the front door. I looked at my watch and called Vince. A few minutes later he was at the club's front door in a black Mercedes and I got in.

"I need to be back here by three. Think you can snag me a ride?"

He smirked, "Done, check behind your house."

We rode in silence the rest of the way and I prepared myself for what Alice might have seen.