Ok….Well…I want to say something to Slushie Queen…. You really want Jasper… well, hope it doesn't disappoint…

I ran as quickly as I dared in public and grabbed the flying envelope, tearing open the seal. I read it quickly:

Dear Edward,

My,my…you are very determined. You really love this "Bella" child. But what happens when the stakes get even higher? You get more pain.

Of course, you next job will need a man with much knowledge of the war, preferably confederate. Tell Jasper he's next.

You will be searching for some pictures, memorabilia really. Of my old house when James was alive. There all in a suitcase, that contains, you'll never believe it… a bomb.

Sadly, only Jasper can help with the deactivation. Hope he remembers his human life.

Victoria.

I stared at the letter for a moment longer when I noticed another little piece of paper inside the envelope. I took it out and froze.

It was a picture of Bella and I. How Victoria got it, I'll never know. But I figured out one thing. If anything happened to Bella, I'd never forgive myself.

I was snapped out of my daze by Alice shaking my shoulder. "Edward! Edward, are you alright?" I looked at her as I handed her the picture. She looked at it and nodded as the rest of the family came into view.

"So…" Rosalie sneered, "What next? You already made Carlisle change his ways." I flinched as Carlisle yelled at her. She ignored him. "What's next? Jasper?!" I nodded as I held out the letter to Jasper. He carefully took it from me and read over it.

"It seems we only have a short time," Jasper stated, "Smell for anything that smells like nitrogen." We all nodded, and went our separate ways, except Esme and I.

She walked up to me a placed her arms around me, "She's going to be alright."

"How do you know?" I asked her, feeling like more of a child than ever.

"I don't." And with that, she squeezed me even harder.

We stayed there for a while, her holding me in the middle of the square. I couldn't help but wonder how we would get through these trials. All of a sudden, my cellphone went off again. It was Emmett.

"We've found it!" He shouted, "but Jasper can't crack it! We need your help!"

"We're on our way." I shut the phone and ran off, Esme on my heels.

It was quite a ways off, at least a mile. In a run down alleyway no less. That's when we saw it.

It was a leather suitcase. Vintage. Very expensive. Something Alice would put her clothes in. There was even a monogrammed letter "A" on the side. I'm gonna kill Victoria. I heard Alice think. She stole my best friend, and now my favorite suitcase… But what worried us was the contraption on the outside of the box, slowly counting down from sixty to zero…

"Can't we just bust it open?" Rosalie suggested.

"The pressure is keeping it from activating." Jasper replied. The time was down to thirty.

We looked at the lock. It was a five number digital lock, with a keyboard as a type pad. "Jasper, you have to think…" The number was down to 20.

As Jasper thought, we kept typing in passwords… nothing was working. We we're down to 10 seconds when Jasper said, "I've got it!" He entered in the numbers 81125 and pressed enter. The machine made a weird sound…and turned off.

"Jasper…" Emmett started, "not to sound rude or anything, but what were those numbers?"

"Hale…" He answer, "In number form."

We stared at him for a moment, then slowly opened the suitcase…

A/N Ok… just to let you know…this will be my latest update for a while. Because I updated this story means I'm now grounded from the computer of a least a month. So I will be writing the Blood or Body chapter next. Say a prayer for me…I'm gonna need it.

As for voting, It's either Esme or Emmett. I won't be able to check for a while, but please, still vote

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