This is the long-awaited (sorry about that) Claude chapter! :3 Hopefully the length will make up for how long the wait was...

Who is That?

Work was Hell! I don't care if I'm a weapons and technology expert. After last night, I feel like a complete amateur. It took me four hours to figure out Bella's damn laptop. I've figured out complex security systems in half that time. Her case filing system is beyond bizarre. It took hours of searching and skimming to figure out they were in order of importance, then manpower. Has she not heard of the alphabet? All the cases have names.

Once I figured that out, I glanced through her emails and found she'd been given a surprise BLT. Really? The director knew she wouldn't be here for a few nights, so why? I hope to God her assignments aren't always this short notice.

I knew she'd come in if I told her about the assignment, so I didn't. I'd tell her once it was done and fill her in on the details. So I, being the genius that I am, decided to do it myself. Bad idea. That—in my case, Not So Blind Lead Trip—was brutal.

No one caught me, thank God, but it was definitely the worst NSBLT I've been on. This place was like a cult. The building itself was was old and seemingly deserted, but candles lit the halls and rooms. I easily dodged the very minimal security—a few stray cameras—like Bella taught me and made my way down to the basement.

I stood in the shadows and watched the young children move around the dark, dingy room. They stared absently, whispered, and threw broken toys into a fire they'd made on the cement floor with sticks and small tree branches. Cardboard boxes laid sideways along the brick walls with thin blankets and old clothes lumped together for pillows.

Still unnoticed, I made my way back up the steps and into the kitchen. Cabinet doors hung from rusted hinges, some missing all together. Rats scampered across the floor, under a lop-sided, three-legged table. Dust and dirt coated the floors and counter tops. The refrigerator had been torn from it's place; stray wires stuck out of the wall where it would've been. On the stove top were rusted pots and pans, along with what looked like marijuana leaves. Drugs and children. Great.

After I memorized the layout of the building, general amount of people, and a lengthy list of violations, I made my way out. As much as I wanted to take those kids with me, I knew I couldn't handle everything all by myself. My job was to get information and send the right amount of the right people needed. Bella's filing system was beginning to make sense. How can she handle this? Twice a week, no less. The girl has nerves of steel.

By the time I was back at Ghost, it was after five in the morning. Jasmine, my partner, had fallen asleep with her head on her open laptop. She'd been typing something when she fell asleep, so—ironically enough—she had well over thirty five pages of "zzzzzz." She must've fallen asleep a while ago.

I brushed her white—not blond—hair out of the way and carefully lifted her head, pulling the laptop from under it. Jasmine hadn't actually typed anything—z's aside—so I closed the document and shut down her laptop before giving her a little nudge.

"Five thirty, Angelface. Rise and shine." I wasn't about to leave her there.

She jerked, then sat straight up. "Five thirty?"

"You fell asleep typing something," I explained, tucking her laptop under my arm. Her bright eyes were wide with confusion.

"Five thirty?" She repeated. "When did that happen?" She's so cute when she's confused.

I glanced at my watch. "A couple of minutes ago. Ready to get some real sleep?" I asked. No way was I going to let her drive herself home half asleep. Not that I wasn't, but still. This was the second night we'd taken on Ghost duty. Obviously we weren't prepared, physically or mentally. We'd barely gotten through half the things we were supposed to these past couple nights. Bella makes it look far too easy.

Jasmine and I got our stuff together and left. We had our own little room with Bella and Carlisle—doctor by day, agent by night—so we didn't have to worry about locking our desks up.

After dropping Jasmine at her place and arriving home, I all but collapsed into bed. Soon the familiar gray walls of my bedroom were replaced with a thick wall of trees. They towered high above me, their branches twisting together in a tangled web. There were very few leaves dangling from the trees. Most had already changed color and blown away in the cool breeze of late October. I watched as a bright red leaf fell and floated slowly toward me in the breeze.

I was standing in the middle of a clearing. The wind picked up and leaves danced around me as I took everything in. The branches above were tangled so thick that sunlight was unable to shine through, assuming it was actually daytime. The poor lighting and rustling leaves made the atmosphere almost ominous. Every shadow cast by the swaying branches and dancing leaves seemed suspicious. Still this place felt unfamiliar.

After the wind died down and the leaves settled, I realized I wasn't alone. A mere ten feet away laid a young brunette. She appeared to be around ten years old. Her face was hidden by her thick, dark hair, but I knew exactly who she was.

Bella slept soundly on her side, curled into a little ball along the far edge of the clearing. I watched silently as the ten-year-old version of Bella rolled lazily onto her stomach in her sleep. Never had I seen her this peaceful, and in such an eerie, strange place. On the other hand, I knew better than to believe Bella let her guard down long enough to to take a peaceful little catnap.

I was proven right just seconds later when a resounding snap echoed through the trees. Immediately, Bella was on her feet and moving at a breakneck speed into the woods. I trailed behind as she glided through the maze of trees as if it were second nature.

She moves differently, I noticed vaguely. Bella's run seemed almost animalistic. She stayed low to the ground, twisting and turning through the trees, never once losing her footing. Suddenly, Bella sprung into the air. She caught herself on a branch and flipped onto the one next to it. I immediately recognized her stunt from one of the obstacle courses she created for Ghost. Was Bella born with springs in her feet, or have to work for them?

Bella continued her run without missing a beat. The vast majority of the branches were twisted together so thick she could run across them. Others, she jumped. How Bella knew the difference without being able to see is beyond me. I followed from the ground until she stopped a few minutes later.

Piles of leaves on either side of me began to rustle as Bella stood with foot dangling off the branch. Her hair blew wildly around her as she dropped and landed gracefully on the balls of her feet. Bella jerked her head and made a peculiar noise in the back of her throat as she stalked forward. It sounded like a groan and a huff mixed together.

Out of the leaves came a couple of russet-colored wolves. They followed silently, flanking Bella. She knows wolfspeak? I watched in awe until I was interrupted by a loud "Freeze!"

Bella spun to the side, simultaneously falling into a crouch. The wolves followed her lead, baring their teeth. The hair on the wolves' backs stood on end as they gave a vicious warning growl.

A man in his late thirties appeared just ahead, and I quickly recognized him as Phil. His short, dark hair looked nearly the same as it does now, give or take a quarter of an inch. I watched quietly as he took in the scene before him: a young, frightened girl alone in a forest with a couple of wolves. Not exactly a good picture.

Phil looked nothing short of horrified as he slowly reached toward, wanting to "save her" no doubt. Bella cringed back and the wolves leaped in front of her, snapping at Phil's outstretched hand.

Phil yanked his hand back and eyed the wolves warily. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said soothingly. Bella only stepped back and growled. The wolves took a step forward, snapping and snarling.

"English?" Phil asked desperately. Bella huffed, but didn't make a move. "Shit. Uh... I'm Phil McCarty. Rumor has it a serial rapist and murderer was seen somewhere in this forest." Bella cocked her head. "Murderer... Um... kills people... dead..." He wracked his brain for a better explanation.

After "dead", Bella perked up and waved the wolves off with a simple "Go." They took one more snap for good measure before melting into the trees. Bella jerked her head to the right before she took off.

"Wait!" Phil called. Bella stopped long enough for Phil to catch up before she continued her swift run. Minutes later, Bella stopped on the edge of a cliff. Before Phil could stop her, she jumped. "No!" he yelled. "I didn't mean you were supposed to be dead!" He shouted desperately.

"Dead!" Bella called back. Phil looked over the edge of the cliff and gawked at the sight below him. Bella was sitting on a ten foot ledge pointing to the corpse lying face down next to her. The body once belonged to a bulky man in his thirties. He had honey-blond hair and bone white skin. His bloodied torso was covered in stab wounds and bruises. Bulging from the pocket of his ripped jeans was a butchers' knife. "Kills people," Bella stated. Phil had found his serial killer.

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I woke with a jolt around ten. My three, four hours of sleep had been consumed by stories I'd heard about Bella's past.

Giving up on sleep, I rolled out of bed and made my way to the living room. I collapsed onto the couch with a heavy sigh and stared at the blank tv screen. It wasn't broken; I just didn't feel like reaching for the remote. That's what Bella would see, I thought as I stared at the dark, empty screen.

I turned the news on and closed my eyes, taking half of it in.

Another shooting took place in downtown Port Angeles early this morning.

The reporter's voice was official, somewhat uncaring. He didn't know the victim or their family. Just spreading the news.

A young teen—whose name hasn't yet been released—was taken to a local hospital. The teen's current condition is unknown. Now back to the weather with...

Bella could listen until she bleeds from the ears. She does. But she'll never see any of it. Images of the children in that basement filled my mind once again. Bella will never see them. She knows they are there, how many there are, how big or small they are, but nothing more. She can't see the dirt on their faces, in their hair. In retrospect, that explains a lot. Between her unusual background and her blindness, Bella really is best suited for this job. She has to know things and be able to adjust without getting caught up.

"Aw. You don't need to worry about me," Bella smiled up at me.

"But isn't it hard?" I asked. "Not seeing?" I'd been shocked when I found out. Bella had always seemed a little different, but she'd seemed better somehow. Beyond human, even. Blind had never crossed my mind. She was so well-adjusted.

Bella thought it over. Her head tilted to the side as she did. "No. I think it's easier not to see," she finally answered. "To be honest," she continued, "I worry about you. Sight is a heavy burden." Her answer left me dumbfounded. I thought she was crazy.

Not anymore. She must be beyond human. No fifteen—now sixteen—year old is that insightful. Bella is far more wise than any adult I've ever met.

Without a second thought, I whipped out my cellphone.

"What?" Her voice was just above a whisper. Either she'd just woken up, or just suffered another meltdown. Wait! I glanced at the clock above the tv. "Shouldn't you be in school?" It was only ten thirty.

"If you thought I'd be in class, why did you call?" Bella asked curiously. Her voice was beginning to rise back to its usual volume, which was a start.

"I asked you first," I retorted childishly.

She sighed. "Just a little spat. Nothing to freak out over." Something told me that the 'spat' was a bigger deal than she was letting on. It might've been been the word choice; the last time she used the word 'spat' was to describe a fight she'd had with Aro, the co-director. That 'spat' would've gotten them fired had they not been so important to the organization. It was either the word choice, the sigh, or the way she rushed through the explanation. Normally, Bella loves detail. Especially in describing a fight.

"Who with?" I asked suspiciously. I wasn't sure I wanted to know. "Was it Emmett's bitch of a girlfriend?" I've only met her once, but man was she full of herself. Bella is way hotter than Rose. I was getting pissed just thinking about what Rose might have said or done.

"No, no. This wasn't her fault." Bella sounded better. "Want a hint?" she asked sarcastically. And she's back.

"That'd be nice," I responded in the same tone. Do I even know anyone at her school? Maybe one of the agents has a kid there besides Carlisle.

"Male..." No chick fights, then. She could easily take on any teenager in Forks, so it has to be an agent. But what agent would pick a fight with her? "Teacher..."

"WHAT?" Hubert? "HIM? DID THAT SON OF A BITCH-"

"Claude," Bella sighed.

"SCREW WITH YOU AGAIN? I SWEAR, IF HE TRIED TO BLOW YOUR COVER I'LL-"

"Claude?" Bella tried halfheartedly.

"MAKE THAT POOR EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING GROW A PAIR JUST SO I CAN RIP THEM OFF AND MAKE HIM EAT THEM! THEN I'LL PEEL OFF HIS SKIN, SQUARE INCH BY SQUARE INCH, AND-"

"CLAUDE!" Bella matched my volume, cutting my angry tirade short. I was still fuming though. "It's okay. He didn't give anything away. Just used my, um, handicap against me."

"So no one knows you're blind, then?" I reiterated. Bella couldn't risk getting found out. People still brought up the Swan Case from time to time. She couldn't spend another three years in hiding either. Rumor has it, Bella found herself a lost puppy, too. What would happen to him?

"That class wouldn't have noticed if I had walked in with my eyes uncovered." Thank God!

"Good. But what did he do, Sweetheart?" It must've been horrible if she had another episode over it.

After she explained with the proper amount of detail, I was hellbent. Sick bastard!

"So... Do I get a shot at him, Sweetie?" I asked evenly. If she thought I was too irrational from anger, she'd say 'no'. "Please? He needs a good ass kicking!" I had to ask. She'd only get more upset if I 'solved' her problems without her consent.

"Ngh. Fine. You know the rules, though." Damn. I hate those rules.

"Aw, come on! You're too nice for your own good, Sweetheart," I groaned. "He crossed the line, so shouldn't I get a little wiggle room?" Damn son of a bitch and his bullshit. I should at least get to break a couple of ribs. Those don't require a cast.

"If you insist. We'll talk about it later." That's a yes! If I wasn't still pissed I'd do a happy/victory dance. His ass is mine! "Are you going to bed, or do you have a little time?"

"I have an hour. Ty need to be fed?" I'll happily stay up all day for weapons privileges.

"Yeah. You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all. Consider it a thankyou for bending the rules," I chuckled darkly. I was too excited to sleep anyway.

"Anything for you," she replied sarcastically. "Thanks, though."

"No problem. I'm going to feed your rat with wings." I glanced around the living room until I came across my car keys in a chair. "Are you going to work tonight? It may still be a bit soon." School just started yesterday. How she'll juggle Ghost and school is beyond me.

"I'll be there. I can take over the night's FTL group and blow off some steam." A few obstacle courses would make for a good stress reliever. There may be some trouble if she runs into Phil or Emmett though. They've been gossiping like old women about Bella's 'shadow'. They'll want her to bring...uh...Jasper by the agency. It's well-known among the people in the innermost circle of Ghost that Bella has a 'good eye'. No pun intended. She has a knack for picking them, so to speak. She's an excellent judge of character and potential agents.

"Good idea. While we're on the topic," I added, "When are you going to bring that Jasper kid to work with you?" Emmett and Phil have seen him. I want to see him too, dammit! A loud slapping noise echoed through the phone. "What was that?"

"Nothing," Bella grumbled, leaving the previous question unanswered.

"As for the first question...?" I pried. Being left out sucks.

"I don't know!" she snapped. I wished I could see her face. Bella's adorable when she's flustered.

"Alright. I'll stop picking on you, Sweetheart. See you at work tonight, then?"

"Yeah. Eight, right?"

"Mm hm. Later, Sweetie."

"Later." I snapped the phone shut and and got out of my car. The conversation lasted the entire drive to Bella's.

After pulling the spare key from a nearby bush, I let myself in and wandered into the kitchen. I gathered an assortment of fruits and headed toward the door at the end of the hallway.

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The day went by as expected—slowly. I was so pumped for my 'spat' with Hubert that I didn't get much more sleep. Onyx, my black and white Maine Coon kitten spent his afternoon wreaking havoc among the little forest creatures, then brought home a watch. How he even managed to get outside is a mystery to me.

After taking the watch to the lost and found at the police station, it was finally time for work. I drove home to change into my 'uniform'. Torn up skinny jeans, spiked arm bands and steel-toed combat boots—I intended to use both of the two tonight—and my Ghost shirt.

The shirt is plain black with 'Ghost' written in red, bloody, drippy font on the back and a bloody 'G' on the sleeve. We've been talking about adding to it, but we don't want it to stand out too much. Right now, it could pass off as a normal tee shirt if we were to go outside in it. If it gets too showy and the wrong people see it, the shirt would be more of a target stuck on our back than a uniform.

I pulled into the parking lot of McCarty's Law Firm and made my way in. MLF isn't necessarily just a coverup. They do official business and have legit lawyers working during the day. When they leave in the evening, the agents come out to play and MLF becomes Ghost—secretly, obviously.

The offices on the first floor were deserted, as usual. The first six floors of MLF are for the layers and 'official employees', as the agents like to call them. The daytime staff. The top seven 'off limits' floors are where the Ghost stuff happens.

I pressed the 7F button as I stepped into the elevator. Eagerness for the night's events made me giddy with excitement.

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I was too wound up to sit around and write up field reports, so I messed around on the obstacle courses. Once I was settled down, I managed to catch up on the reports Jasmine and I had fallen behind on. Luckily, it wasn't long before the elevator pinged outside the office door. I shoved away from my desk and wandered into the hall.

Bella and Jasmine were walking toward our office with a kid that looked somewhat familiar. Where have I seen him before?

"Hey there, Hot Stuff," Jasmine called. She left Bella's side to tackle hug me. "Thanks for the ride last night!"

"Not a problem, Sweet Stuff," I shot back, tossing my arm over her shoulders. Bella pulled what's-his-face over to us and flashed me a grin.

"Excited for your private training session?" Bella asked. The boy raised his eyebrows at her.

"Been pumped for it all day, Gorgeous." I took in Bella's attire and realized she was planning on doing more than a few obstacle courses. She was wearing her favorite top hat—the one with a gun strapped inside it. Her Ghost shirt was a long-sleeved button up; she doesn't like people seeing her scarred up arms. Bella was also wearing her red skirt with a hidden pocket knife in the folds. She had on her torn-up, black tights and her favorite combat boots. They each had a hunting knife in them, I'm sure.

"Dressed to kill tonight, Sweetheart?" I asked.

"Something like that." No-name watched our conversation curiously, still not saying anything. When he saw me looking at him, he shrunk back—or tried to. Bella's hand was still around his wrist. When she noticed, she finally remembered that he hadn't been introduced yet.

"Claude, Jasper. Jasper, Claude." Bella gestured with the hand that wasn't around Jasper's wrist. So this is the guy Emmett and Phil were talking about.

"Isn't he cute?" Jasmine whispered. I laughed.

"Yeah, looks like you've got some competition." Jasmine scoffed and tried to give me a playful shove, but I tightened my arm around her shoulders.

I glanced at Jasper. He was cute, not that I'm gay or anything. It's probably his face. He still has that boyish look. Something about that innocent face seemed so damn familiar. Where have I seen him before?

Bella pulled me from my thoughts. "What time is it?"

"Six thirty. We've got an hour and a half before everyone else gets here." She seemed deep in thought.

"How much catch-up work is there?"

"It's all done, I think. I got here early and finished it." Turns out more work gets done when you're fully awake. Shocker. Bella's head tilted as she thought.

"I'm gonna warm up," she decided. "Jasmine can do the electronic stuff while you take Jasper on a little tour. That'll give you some guy time." Guy time?

Jasmine slipped out from under my arm and pulled one of the bat clips from her hair. She pulled me down to her level—I'm 6'9" and she's 5'7"--by the back of my neck. She pushed my bangs off to the side and clipped them in place. I gave her a what-the-hell look, but all she did was say, "You're so cute!" Jasmine kissed me on the cheek before looking between me and Jasper and following Bella down the hall and around the corner.

"We'll get you at eight!" I yelled after them. Now what? We stared blankly at each other. I don't know what he was doing, but I was trying to figure out why he looked so damn familiar. Jasper seemed to find everything that wasn't me fascinating. His shoes, the clock, the wall, the office door, the clock, the ceiling. The silence was so awkward, I couldn't take it anymore.

"So..." Jasper suddenly said. "You and Jasmine, huh?" Once I was over the initial shock—Most people start a conversation with "hello" or "what's up?" Not him.—I laughed. Jasper spared me a confused glance.

"We're not together," I explained. "I'm not with Bella either," I added. "In case you were wondering." It was obvious that Bella was at least somewhat interested in him. She has an unspoken "no touching" rule—that Emmett and I break frequently—yet she was dragging him around by the wrist. It may not have been his hand, but it was a start.

"Does Jasmine know that?" he asked skeptically, staring pointedly at the bat clip in my hair.

"Yeah. I'm not leading her on, or anything." Jasper's eyes went wide. "Just putting it out there." I nodded toward the direction the girls had just taken and started walking. Jasper followed silently like the shadow Emmett had described him as. We turned the corner and headed right, toward the elevator.

"Why didn't we take the other one?" Jasper asked curiously.

I pressed the up button and waited. "The other elevator doesn't go any higher than this floor," I explained. "For security reasons, we made the Ghost floors into sort of a maze. This one has some of the offices. Eight has the rest."

The elevator pinged and the door slid open. I pressed my hand to the scanner on the wall and the elevator began to move. "It was Bella's idea." Jasper looked from the scanner to me, and I realized what he was thinking. "The scanner was too, but I was referring to mine and Jasmine's fake-date thing."

"Bella suggested it?" he asked, flabbergasted.

"Bet your as, she did. Back then, I didn't even know her name." I chuckled at the memory. Bella certainly is an interesting case.

"She just suggested it out of nowhere?"

"No," I admitted. "She had just bailed me out of a sticky situation." The elevator jerked to a stop, and the door slid open. I led Jasper through the maze of desks and to the far back wall. Along the back wall was set of ten-foot oak doors. I continued the story as we walked. "I was at work when these girls walked in and started flirting with me and shit." I pulled the heavy doors open and led him through. "They were getting annoying, but it would have been bad for business to scare them off. The 'being polite' thing wasn't getting me anywhere." We made our way up the spiraling, stone staircase toward the next set of doors. There was very little lighting—just the light coming from the cracks in the doors below—so we had to use the railing as a guide.

"Bella must have caught wind of my situation because, before I knew it, she'd pranced over and gotten rid of them." Jasper chuckled.

"What did she do?" he asked. I could only imagine the scenes Bella had caused at her school already, the little chaosbringer.

"She slipped under my arm and said," I made my voice a little higher, "'Hello, Sweetheart! I thought I'd find you here. Are these girls lost?'" When we reached the second set of doors, I pushed them open and we stepped into the library. "Never saw any of those girls again. Welcome to the Library of Records, by the way."

I watched as Jasper took everything in. "The Library takes up the entire ninth floor. We keep information on past cases and higher profile criminals in here." Shelves lined every wall—minus the one with the oak doors—floor to ceiling. Every one was filled with books. Couches and coffee tables scattered throughout the open space. In the center was a meeting room, making the Library a large circle. It had the same oak doors with shelving lining the walls on the outside. After a few minutes of wandering, I led him to the back right corner. "Behind this shelf is where the girls are," I pulled the second to last book from the middle shelf. The wall opened up behind it, and the shelf slid back, revealing a stone staircase like the one we'd just used. "We'll save this for later." The shelf slid back into place, and I put the book away before turning back the way we'd come.

Just over an hour later, the tour was over, and we were making our way up the second staircase. This one was much longer; it led from the ninth floor to the thirteenth without any breaks. Needless to say, it was a warm up just getting to the right place.

Jasper and I both breathed a sigh of relief when the third set of large wooden doors came into view. The both pushed them open and stepped into Observation. Jasmine was sitting alone at the computer, turned to watch Bella through the glass wall on our right. "How's she doing? You're not going easy on her, are you?" I teased. Jasmine and I both knew Bella is a pistol. She gets mad whenever we try to make her ease up during workouts.

"It's been on max for the past half hour," Jasmine stated. Holy hell! I turned and saw Jasper gaping as Bella jumpkicked a projectile punching bag, sending it flying, and landing lightly on the balls of her feet.

"Are you sure it's up all the way?" Bella called as she dodged a stray baseball hurdled from one of the ball guns along the walls. Ceiling tiles fell from above her as Jasper watched from between his fingers. Bella punched through the one above her head and ducked as a built-in fan began blowing the debris around her in a man made tornado. She kicked a table in half just before it fell on top of her and rolled out of the path of a few metal pipes. Bella snatched one up and used it as a bow staff to break down the flying wreckage when the fan suddenly stopped.

"Quitting time," Jasmine announced. "Time to train the ones that actually need it." Bella pouted, but waded through the mess to the door.

"It's been two nights since I've had any action," Bella reasoned. "What if I were to get rusty?" She leaned against the glass wall as Jasmine shut the computer down.

"Like that will ever happen." I rolled my eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me!" Bella scolded, half-jokingly. I still don't understand how she does that. "I'll meet you guys by the obstacle courses." She grabbed Jasper's wrist and led him down the pitch black staircase.

"Those two are so cute!" Jasmine exclaimed. I laughed with her and we followed the lovebird slowly down the stairs.

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By 8:20, all of tonight's agents—including Hubert—were gathered together by the start of the first course on the tenth floor. I fidgeted impatiently, waiting for Bella's 'okay' to kick the crap out of him. If I had to wait much longer, God knows what would've happened.

"Group A is with me," Bella explained. "B is with Jasmine. Claude, have fun." She waved me off and led her group to the next floor with the training rooms. Hell yes! I looked toward Hubert and pointed toward the elevator when he caught my stare. He followed reluctantly, knowing what was coming. Once we were locked into one of the (soundproof) training rooms, my fun finally began.

"Rumor has it you've been giving Bella a little trouble at school lately," I pointed out evenly. I knew the experience is much more frightening when I act calm.

"No!" Hubert lied, backing away slowly.

"Are you calling Bella a liar?" I asked, allowing a small amount of anger to seep into my tone. I took a step toward him for good measure.

"Yes! Wait... No!" Hubert spun on his heel and started running. I followed him at my own pace. He didn't have anywhere to run, anyway. Soon enough, I had him cornered.

"So what did you do?" I already knew; I just wanted to hear what he would say.

"Nothing!" he squeaked.

"That's not what I heard." Patience gone, I grabbed his bald head and smashed his face into the white wall, leaving red splotches where his nose and mouth made contact. "I heard you set her up." I kneed him in the gut and let him fall the the floor. "And made her feel bad for something that was your fault." I squatted down to Hubert's level and forced his head up. "Do you know how that makes me feel?" I seethed.

"Bad?" he tried. His face was bloody and his eyes were watering because of his broken nose. Had I not been so pissed, I might have felt bad for him.

"Yes, very bad." I let go of his head, but didn't get up. "You do realize that you could have blown her cover, yes?" My voice was calm again, but I certainly wasn't.

"I didn't think about that," he defended himself.

"You mean to tell me that you honestly didn't realize that calling Bella out like that would draw attention to her?" I growled.

He nodded weakly. "I'm sorry!" he squeaked.

"That in mind, will you be causing her any more trouble?" I asked menacingly. I picked up his arm and twisted it behind him until I got an answer.

"No! No more!"

"No more what?" I prompted.

"No more being mean to Bella!"

"Good." I released his arm. "Transfer her into a different class by next week," I warned. "And clean your face up. It's a mess." With that, I left. It was a bit disappointing, to be honest. The guy is all talk and no walk.

After that, I searched for Jasmine and her group. Jasper was with Bella, so she didn't need any extra help. What a night.

Sorry the fight was so short. I wasn't sure where to do with it since Hubert is more mean than he is tough. At least Claude got a couple of shots in. I kept changing things and this is what I got. Oh! for the record:

Floors 1-6: Official floors not used for Ghost

Floor 7: Offices (including the room for Bella, Claude, Jasmine, and Carlisle)

Floor 8: The rest of the offices; staircase leads to Library

Floor 9: Library of Records; staircase leads to Bella's training room (not open to regular agents)

Floor 10: Obstacle Courses

Floor 11: Regular Training Rooms

Floor 12: Lab

Floor 13: Bella's training room

Let me know what you think. This chapter had more to it, so feel free to ask questions.