"The greatest mistake you can make in life is to continually be afraid you will make one." - Elbert Hubbard

Bella's POV

It was dark, there were people walking up and down the sidewalks, the roads were wet and it was cold. People wore gloves and held on tight to their coats, a police cruiser drove by. I began to follow it.

Strange, I was walking down the street and I wasn't hit by a car yet. Why was I going after the car, I'll never reach it it's too fast for me to follow on two legs. But, I did reach it, the car parked and a man with a thick mustache come out of the car as he walked my eyes followed him and stared at the back of his curly brown head. He seemed so famaliar.

"Hey!" someone yelled, the man came to see what was going on, I walked with him as he pushed through the crowd, a man was running away as two other officers followed him.

The man who was running away from them, held a sack and somehow I knew that this bag contained money. And, lots of it. The police officer turned and put his hand on his gun, before he could shot the robber took out a pistol and shot him on the chest.

He fell back, one officer checked on the fallen man and the other continued to run after the robber but a black van drove quickly, it stopped and the robber got inside and soon it was off again before anyone else could take much notice.

The officer cursed under his breath, I turned my head around as someone screamed, she has brown wide eyes in both fear and shock, tears were streaming down her face as she walked down to the fallen man.

I walked closer, and saw that the man was now dead, and the girl sobbed. The scene blurred, and I noticed that there was yelloe tape, people talking amongst themselves.

"What's your name?" the man asked. "Bella, Bella Swan."

I gasped, as I woke up from the dream I sat upright before falling back onto my pillow. I hadn't dreamt of that night in years, I took a deep breath before getting out of bed.

I took a cold shower and splashed the water in my face trying to wake up completely and shake off the dream. I dried my face with the towel, and turned on the TV, I went through my closet and picked out my clothes for the day.

I combed my hair, and stared into the mirror, I haven't changed much, but it has only been two years. I did grow slightly taller, a inch or two, my hips grew a bit wider but at the same time it hadn't changed at all.

Even though nothing hasn't changed much in physical appearances or in personality, things did change in life. Not once had I thought I would be standing where I am today. I ate my breakfast, I looked at the other end of the table, it was empty.

I wondered if I would really live my whole life in solitude, I could get a cat.....
I shook my head, for some odd reason I felt like I should check the time and I did.

Shit, I thought. I completely forgot, it was 8:54 and I had to get to Preese's office by nine and he never tolerated tardiness, I shot up from the table not bothering to put my dish in the sink and I left the TV on too. I got out of my room and walked quickly down the halls, how could I forget? I asked myself.
I scolded myself as I reached his office, I almost entered without knocking. I knocked twice, "Come in." I walked in, then I stopped in mid-step, not at all expecting to see Jeff sitting there in front of Preese.

I sat down, "What is he doing here?" I asked. "Jeff will be accompanying you, both of you will go on a personal mission I don't know which one of you will go first I'll leave you to discuss that later, take as many weapons as you need and remember don't get caught."

"Preese, why do I have to go? I don't have any grudges against anyone." Preese looked over at me, "How about the man who murdered your father? Wouldn't you want to get even with him?" he asked.

I stared at him in shock, how did he know? "I don't know who killed my father, I didn't see his face."

"Well, I found him," Preese told me, he slided a black folder to me, there were no gold letters or numbers on it though. Which means, it won't be recorded and filed away, so no one can prove I took this personal mission.

I stared at the folder, not sure if I should take it or not, if I did it will look like I'm accepting this mission, if I didn't I would be letting the man who killed Charlie doing whatever he wants causing more havoc in someone else's life.
"What if he's already dead?" I asked. Preese snorted, "You'd think I'd be sending you on this mission to go kill him even though he's dead?"

The question was rhetorical but I said softly, "No, sir." "And, you Jeff I already talked to you, don't forget what I said, also since you two will already be on your way, I want you to go this mission and you better not fail."

He slid us a black folder, in printed gold letters was written, Mission 0647, it looked worn. "How long have you had this?" I asked. Preese ignored my question, "I have been saving this and waiting for the right people to complete it, and I think you two are those people."

"Wait, what about Brenda? She's Jeff's partner what if he needs to go with her on a mission?" I asked. "Then I will assign a temporary partner in his place," he said.
"Wait," I said again and Preese sighed. "If I'm going to Port Angeles, which I assume I am how will keep people from recongnizing me? I ran away."

"Wear a disguise, go to the Disguise Department Linda will help you," he answered. Preese sent us away, "You shouldn't have done that," Jeff told me. "Done what?" I asked. "Use up his time like that, he's very impatient." I decided to change the subject, "What do you think is in this folder?" I asked him, holding up folder 0647.

Jeff shrugged his shoulders, "I know what it is though, if that helps." "Me too, his personal mission."
"I wonder why, you chose us though don't you?" he asked me. "Isn't it obvious? We're good at what we do."

Jeff sighed, "Yeah, we're good at it," he muttered, it was silent and I noticed we were walking slowly and closely by each other, there was hardly a gap between us, my arm brushed his twice was we walked.

After a few minutes Jeff spoke, "Who goes first me or you?" he asked. "On the personal mission?" He nodded, "You go first."
"I'll get the plane tickets to Alaska."

I raised my eyebrow, Alaska? Jeff walked quicker ahead, and to his room I looked around the hallways were empty, and it was very quiet.
After some time, I picked up my pace and went inside my room and locked the door behind me.

The TV was on, and my cereal bowl sat untouched on the table, the woman began to speak and I took off my coat and layed it on the couch, I walked to the kitchen and began to wash the bowl. Over the sound of rushing water I can hear the newsreporter speaking, I didn't care much about what she was saying, at least not until I heard some famaliar names.

"I'm here with Renee Swan.." I stopped and went inside the living room there was my distraught mother with Phil standing next to her, holding her hand and looking at her, his light green eyes tender as he tried to comfort her.

"When did your daughter disappear?" the reporter asked. "About two years ago, the same night my ex-husband and her father Charlie was murdered."

"What was your reaction when you discovered that she was in Ohio for the past year?" she asked. "At first, I was relieved and happy but when we got there I found out that she disappeared one night, after what the police think was an break-in."

"Was their any witnesses to this break-in?" she asked. "Um, no it was very late and everyone on her block was asleep."
"Ok," the reporter turned back to the camera, "Isabella Marie Swan was eighteen when she first disappeared and nineteen when she disappeared yet again, here is the most recent photo of her."

A picture came up then, it was at Polly's birthday party, Polly and I were smiling and stood next to each other with party hats on.
"If anyone sees her, they are to contact authorites immediately, back to you Jill."

I stood, shocked. "They were looking for me, again I'd have to be extremely careful when I go out and I would have to wear a disguise on every single mission until I'm at least fourty. I thought about it, make that fourty-three.

I turned off the TV, and went to the kitchen to wipe down the counters, after that I went to my bedroom to change and eat my lunch.
The remainder of the day was spent with Jeff planning our mission, he went to the Armey room to get the weapons, I went to the Training room to punch and kick the punching bag.

The next day, I got dressed and headed to the Disguise Department, I never entered the room before and never met Linda so I wasn't sure what to expect from here.

I went inside, the room was a bit messy but everything seemed to be in it's place, there were mirrors lined with florescent lights with stools in front of them, desks covered in make-up.

There was a large wadrobe filled with clothes, and boxes filled with shoes, but no sight of Linda. Or anyone for that matter. "Linda?" I asked, aloud.

"Yes?" her voice came from somewhere, close but I still could not see her, "My name is Bella, um where are you?" I asked.
A door opened, when that I mistakened for a closet she came out of the room, she had pale skin, short curled dark red hair, black rimmed glasses, she wore a green and brown floral scarf, a green sweater over a black shirt a black skirt and black sensible shoes.

She was about fourty years old, she had one hand on her hip and another held a hanger.

"I need a disguise, for my mission I don't want anyone to recongnize me," I told her. She smiled, "Wonderful, sit down dearie and I'll work my magic on you."


I stared myself in the mirror, wondering how she did it even though I was here the whole time. I wore purple eye contacts, and a wig, the fake hair was black and straight and only reached my jaw.

My pale skin stood out, my lip were a pale pink, I had some black eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow, and I wore a black V-neck sweater, a gray skirt and knee-high black boots, she gave me a gray trench coat and a purse.

"Good luck!" she told me. I walked down the hallway, and knocked on Jeff's door he opened the door and stared at me for a minute, "Bella? Is that really you?" he asked. I nodded and smiled, "It worked?" I asked.

"Hell yeah!" I grinned, he had his suitcase, "Let's go."

After grabbing my suitcases we left the building and drove to the airport, "You look really different, you know,"Jeff said.
"I know," I told him.

We boarded ontot the plane, I stared out the window and waited for the plane to take off every now and then the flight attendant would offer us snacks but I politely declined. The flight was quiet and frankly, very boring but I was used to this to say I was relieved when the plane landed would be a understatement. "Are you hungry?" Jeff asked me. I opened my mouth to answer, but my stomach choosed to growl instead and I blushed.

"I guess, your stomach answered for you," Jeff laughed, and I blushed again. We went to a small resturant, I felt people staring at me, and I felt uncomfortable. I sighed and tried to ignore it but I couldn't, I pushed my plate back losing interest in my food.

We left and Jeff drove to our hotel, the hotel was called the Red Lion hotel it was massive and beautiful.
After checking in, I went to my room and pushed my suitcase under the bed and flopped onto the bed. I opened the folder, my folder.

His name was Sam Picketts, he was thirty-five and lived in downtown Port Angele. I put down the folder and pulled out my pistol, thinking of leaving, getting a cab and just shooting him and getting it over with.

But, I don't I put down the gun and sit on my bed, my hands under my chin as I stare at it, placed next to the open folder with his picture and trying to decide what to do.

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