Chapter Two: Poison Ivy

Isabella's perspective

Wow the really have slack security around here, I expected it to be more tight then this for someone of his ranks in the drug industry. I sat across the street at a table in the gray sunlight of day here in the rainy little town of England reading-well pretending to read- the newspaper. I've been sitting here for almost an hour before I saw the police cars arrive and investors enter the building. I took off my hat and sunglasses, it would seem silly to the police that I was wearing them in such weather as this; I had in gray contact lens and black lip stick no one would recognize me like this and even if I hadn't anything on being my natural self they still wouldn't know.

The waiter bought my coffee and I thanked him with a tip. I didn't really pay attention to the sense unfolding in front of me other than what would be consisted natural curiosity. Not looking too intently but yet not looking at all because any normal person who had nothing to do with it would have been curious about what happened to some extent.

I just couldn't wait to be done here and go home to Elizabeth and find out what was in that envelope. I had to stay at least five minutes before the cops and investigators were gone only lord knows how long that would take. Nothing would have my finger prints on them; the poison automatically erased any finger prints in his office. They wouldn't need to put on mask because I was sure the gas was cleared by now and now I wait….

Kate Denali's Perspective: Investigator on Scene

This was well done. I thought to myself as I looked around the crime scene. Everyone- except one person-on the top floor were all blacked out all shoot in the knees, all men. It was impressive, who ever did this was a professional, and there was no way anyone could have got behind that barrier the victim was surrounded by and killed them that easy without leaving a trace. All the video tapes from when the person entered to when they left was completely wiped out and replaced with music and a dancing computer robot.

What was even weirder was that the computers all had a virus called computer angel: the source untraceable and then minutes ago it disappeared taking all the companies files with it. When they figured out cause of death, they discovered that the poison that was used was very unique and as everything else here completely untraceable.

I noticed something in the ceiling: I climbed up on a ladder to examine what was a tiny hole in the ceiling. It was usual because of it's size and depth. I mean how the hell did a hole like that reach up here?

It was an interesting case. These other investigators didn't know what they were dealing with; work like this can only be done by one person from one organization: The Academy's poison Ivy. It was hopeless the case would dropped within a matter of days.

"Kevin!" I called for my partner. He appeared by my side, looking like a five year old that's hyper on candy.

"Let's get out of here there's nothing we can do here." I stated firmly, I made my way to the exit.

"You have got to be kidding me, this is biggest case they have ever given us and you're leaving, you didn't even take evidence." He complained when we were in my car. "There is no evidence for us to take and it doesn't matter it will all lead back to where we started off besides I have to go pay an old friend a visit."

I said opening the passenger side door.

"So get out!" I snapped scowling at him; he was so terrified that he did as I said. I drove off breaking the speed limit. I rang up my friend. I can't take living this life anymore, the war between Academies was getting out of hand, but there was nothing I could do about it. I worked for The Academy, I had to get this case cancelled for them and let the others in on it know what's going on. Poison Ivy did a clean job, too clean: that mean that thousands of our competitors would be aiming to over throw us. The phone rang six times before my old friend picked up the phone.

"What?" He snapped on the other line. I sighed, he was so bad tempered. "There was a homicide today down at Hawks can you guess who is dead." There was a long pause before he answered.

"Mr. Hawks himself. I can't believe they got him, every single assassin company alive has been trying to get him." He was actually shocked. "I have never seen a job done that clean before, no video tapes, no finger prints, no files, no numbers, not even the music used is traceable or the virus and even more-humour me-guess who did it?"

"Whoever did it is going to be a target for every Assassin organization alive, they'll want to eliminate the competition because they never could get there hands on Hawks and because of it everyone will come running to the Academy to get their dirty business done instead of the others and they can't have that, because we already have too much power over the industry."

"Exactly and ...….." Before I could say anymore he cut me off.

"Our friend Poison Ivy is back…."

Meanwhile: Poison Ivy

Isabella's Perspective

I watched as the officers and investigators dispensed as starching their heads. I couldn't help but feel proud of my self. I smiled and checked around to see if I could find a useful car. I spotted one less then a block away, it was painted sleek black. I'm so sorry for whoever owns it, I thought as I looked around before pushing an automatic key into the lock opening the door, I reached into my bag for my tools and hot wired the car getting into the drivers seat and speeding off towards 'home'.

It was around five when I got home, the automatic garage doors opened and I drove inside, got out of the car removing the knife from the ignition and changed the number plate on the car. Elizabeth was sitting on the large white square sofa looking at the news, on the t v the reporter was on the crime scene of my mission this morning; I silently sat down next to Elizabeth. She turned of the television then turned to face me, her long-down to her knees and plain straight -bronze hair was pulled up into a ponytail a few stray locks fanning her innocent looking face-how ironic there was nothing innocent about her, if they only knew, maybe I should let her go on the jobs that face could fool anyone, but not me I've known her too long. She pulled out a heavy white envelope from behind her back and handed it to me.

"You have no Idea how hard it was for me to not open that." She complained, I raised an eyebrow at her spotting our luggage packed and waiting behind the closed door behind her. She sighed and then laughed at my expression.

"Okay, okay I couldn't help it I swear my curiosity is going to kill me." I sighed putting the envelope down.

"You do realize that your words are more true than you think, yes it could have been a bomb and I would have not been here to save you." My face was hard on the out side, but inside I was laughing my ass off at making her squirm, she looked like if she was about to cry, surely she knew I was only messing with her. Come one she was just as trained as I am.

" Liz I was kidding." I said opening the envelope, the file inside was thick and looked very expensive and not to mention fancy.

I looked inside it read:

Mission: The Cullen Family, copy all hard drives to the academy

Target: Carlisle Cullen\ Dr .Cullen

Occupation: Surgeon: Forks hospital

Family: Esme Cullen (mother), Edward Cullen (seventeen, student of forks high), Alice Cullen (seventeen student of forks high, relational ship with Jasper Hale), Emmett Cullen, (eighteen senior class relationship with Rosalie Hale), Rosalie Hale (student eighteen) and Jasper Hale (eighteen).

Crime: The killing of eight of the best assassin of the Academy and fraud to several other assassin companies.

Duration: Two months

The total of three assassin have failed this mission claiming that the man was bullet proof and seem to get out of every trap that was set for him.

There was no other information on this man other than the address of our new 'home', pictures of all his family members including himself and two plain tickets to Forks Washington, I never even heard about this place in my life, it was surprise that they mentioned crime in his file. I had to admit he had a pretty good looking family including himself especially his son Edward, but I had no time for that I was going to kill his father. He had five kids I couldn't help but feel guilty about this I've never done a job like this one before with teens my age involved, there was no way in getting out of it so I might as well get all these thoughts out of my head they will get me no good. I memorised the file and then threw it in the fire place. I can't believe that they'd risk giving us file maybe it's because he's a special case. I stood there watching the bright flames lick at the paper burning it into nothing but ashes; it was quite for a long time. Why did they have to choose me for this? Anyone else? Crap they could have sent Clone they would have done a good job, but then I remembered that they were in Russia taking care of big time drug lord, I guess everyone else is packed.

"I guess we're going to Forks Elizabeth." I sated turning back to her. We didn't bother to lock up the house, when we left, the neighbours would simply think that we were on vacation. We didn't take anything other than our clothes, weapons, passports and cars: it was all we needed, the tech lab was hidden the house there was no way anyone would find where it is and we cleaned out our systems anyway they'd be nothing to discover other than high tech equipment.

"You know for some reason, I feel as if this job is going to be a long one." Elizabeth mused for the passenger seat. "Why do you think that?" I asked, wasn't I supposed to be the negative one I can't lose my pocket full of sun shine.

"Because look at how many other assassin they've sent from the academy to kill this guy and all of them failed. They even sent Clone, they're almost our equal if you ask me they should just give up and leave the guy alone I mean assassin get killed everyday and they've never taken it this seriously-well they have once or twice-but that's not my point, really Bella haven't you ever thought that if one day we died if they'd avenge our dead? We're the best in the business, but then in the end that might mean nothing to them. I just want to know that I'm important enough to them for them to you know show some honour to us. Look at the jobs we've done for them: not once have we been caught or we didn't get our target."

I knew where she was coming from and I sensed what she was really saying behind everything.

"You're looking for an excuse not to kill this person aren't you?"I smiled at her; she wasn't surprised that I saw past what she just said.

"I guess you can say that because I feel kind of sorry for his children." She was smiling and had that look on her face, I was shocked."

"You saw the pictures! Elizabeth you know we can't and besides to my knowledge there's only one of them on the market, we never get emotional involved and even you did, what would say to him when the time comes ' hey I'm really an assassin and I'm destined to be one for the rest of my life and I'm sorry to say I had no choice in the fact that I was the asshole that killed your father?' Yeah that'd go really well." I said all in one breathe. She sighed and looked at the window at the pouring rain.

"Bella you can't tell me that we've never wanted something more from this life, that you didn't want to have the normal life with the kids, the husband and the fancy house on a quiet street, you can't tell me that you've been afraid to die because of this... business we got shoved into at such a young age, haven't you ever thought of finding your parents to find out who you were before they brain washed us and all of this happened." I gulped trying to swallow the lump that was suddenly in my throat.

" You have no Idea how many times I have thought of those things, I wanted to find them more than anything but after a while I decided that this life was all there was for me, Elizabeth you need to open up your eyes and realize that we have no family-or even if we do ,we don't know if they're alive or where to find them hell we don't even know our own last names. We are all we have and right now I'm grateful for that."

" I know and I am too, but I have this feeling in my gut that something bad is going to happen and..." she trailed off, looking out the windshield. I sighed well this was going to be one hell of a ride...

Please,please,pretty please. I really want to know what you think so I know that I'm not wasting my time here. I'm a very insecure person.