Chapter 30

Bella's Point of View

"Oh god…" I trailed off in bemusement. I thought Emmett would probably be offended if I laughed as hard at him as I wanted to, but on the other hand I felt like I was about to break a rib holding it back.

Emmett was dressed completely in black, his outfit complete with black gloves, a black ski mask, and sunglasses. The most interesting part however was a black piece of cloth that appeared to be tied around Emmett's neck. Closer inspection revealed that it was my kitchen tablecloth. Not an inch of his body showed. This was a good thing, because the sun was shining brightly overhead.

"Umm…since when have you been super spyman?" I asked instead. Emmett stood up proudly.

"It was my idea…Alice saw that Brandon's hit man had decided killing you right away was the best option. Who would suspect foul play when a run away car hit you in front of a group of reporters right? So we dressed up in the black clothes that Alice bought when we first started spying. Edward wanted to get rid of the ski masks weeks ago, but I saved them. Good thing too, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to come out in the sun."

"Oh my gosh, the car!" I suddenly remembered why Emmett was here. I looked around, and saw the car in question crumpled against the prison wall. Someone was standing next to it on a cell phone, calling an ambulance I hoped. I turned again and was met by the site of the reporters on the sidewalk gathered around another figure dressed in all black, completely ignoring the car that had almost smashed me. Henry was standing out of the group, looking at me with murder in his eyes. I gave a little wave at him.

Suddenly, a gasp ran through the crowd. The reporters turned away from the black clad figure and towards Henry. Looking closer at the figure I realized that most likely it was Edward under all the black. I turned to ask Emmett but he had disappeared. I looked around again and saw him crossing the street. The Edward-spy held up his hands and shook them, trying to tell Emmett to stay put. Emmett didn't listen.

I saw him giving the eager crowd some kind of speech, but try as I might I couldn't hear it. Suddenly, Emmett grabbed his 'cape' and held it out from his body. He then tossed it theatrically and crossed the street to me. The Edward-spy followed.

The Edward spy came up to me, and put his arm around my waist. Yep, it was defiantly Edward. "Let's go," his slightly muffled voice murmured.

"Aww, but I was having so much fun," I said playfully.

"You are absurd," He replied.

"Nice outfit," I shot back. I thought heard a small growl, but I ignored it. "Who are you supposed to be?"

"He's mediocre spy boy!" Declared Emmett eagerly. "He's my sidekick." I couldn't hold my mirth back any longer.

"I am not anyone's sidekick," Edward said testily. I continued my hysterical laughing, and soon both Edward and Emmett had joined my jovial giggles.

For the first time in five years, my life was taking a turn for the positive.

Edward's Point of View

Emmett's plan was simple. We dressed up head to toe in the black spy gear that Alice had bought. It completely covered us so we would not be spotted by the cameras or the sun. Not an inch of our skin was visible, and our eyes were covered. We rushed to the prison to make sure we had plenty of time to save Bella. Emmett and I found a little alcove to sit in that gave us a perfect view of the front of the prison.

About fifteen minutes before Alice had predicted Bella's release a huge crowd of reporters began to assemble at the gates. Then, someone I had not expected pulled up in an expensive black car. Congressmen Brandon stepped out, and it was all I could do not to cross the street and rip his throat out. His thoughts were even more evil and distasteful then usual.

Fifteen minutes later, Bella appeared at the doors. She was immediately mobbed by cameras and she spent an extraordinarily long time answering questions. Slowly, she fought her way through the crowd and emerged out the other side. I growled as Brandon embraced her, and made a big show to the cameras about Bella's well being. I comforted myself by thinking about how he was going to thoroughly humiliated shortly.

I began to fidget a little bit, I wasn't very happy with the next part of the plan. Originally, I had insisted on being the one to pull Bella out of the way of the oncoming car so I could personally ensure her safety. Emmett would then show the reporters the video he had taken of Brandon hiring the hit man. Unfortunately, every vision Alice had of this ended with Emmett crushing the fragile DVD in his excited grip.

Alice had reassured me by showing me her vision of everything going flawlessly when we switched places. So while I was unhappy about the plan, I agreed to it. I smiled proudly when she stood up to Congressmen Brandon. Unfortunately, it was this action that gave the hit man the perfect opportunity. Bella stalked across the road, and his 'out of control' car barreled towards her. He had cut the break lines to make it look like an accident; he was legitimately unable to slow down. His brake lights flashed as he stomped down on them.

I watched closely as Emmett grabbed Bella and pulled her to safety. When I was assured of her safety I walked into the mist of the throng and announced that I had some startling footage they all might be interested in. It worked flawlessly, reporters love breaking news, especially from weirdoes dressed in all black. They all huddled around the little screen of the portable DVD player I was playing the video on, never once asking about my attire. I suspected I could have been glittering and they still would have been more interested in the DVD. After all, a car accident had just occurred fifty feet from where we stood.

They watched in silence, and their shocked thoughts bombarded me. A collective gasp ran through the crowd when Brandon paid the hit man. I could hear Congressmen Brandon's furious thoughts assaulting me, and I saw an image of Bella giving him a little finger wave through his mind. How I loved that woman! I handed the DVD player to the nearest reporter whose mind was already thinking about how this story was going to elevate her career. Chances of her being bribed were slim.

Then, I began to walk away. That is, until I saw Emmett approaching. I waved him back, trying to make him return to where Bella stood. He ignored me completely.

"Good people," he began, "What has happened here today is a gross abuse of power. However, we must never give up on the social contract. While it has been violated by Congressman Brandon, we must realize that that with this violation also comes the restriction of rights, just like for any other citizen. The law applies to everyone, and now Congressman Brandon must reap the consequences of his actions, just like any other citizen." He then turned to Congressmen Brandon, "buy your way out of that, asshole." With a flourish of his cape, he turned and crossed the street with me.

"I didn't know you were a fan of Locke," I said under my breath to him.

"Oh yeah," replied Emmett, "Remember when I majored in political science? Locke is my favorite political philosopher." I sighed. Emmett managed to act so childish sometimes I forgot he was as well versed in some subjects as I. On the other hand, it was really hard to take a black clad vampire with cape who called himself 'super spyman' seriously.

We'd done enough damage for today, showing up dressed as spies, saving Bella from a runaway car, crashing said car, and providing incriminating evidence against a United States congressmen. I wrapped my arm around Bella. "Let's go," I said lovingly in her ear.