Chapter 10:
Apologize x10000000
I shouldn't have ditched the story!
People, I'm sorry....i have not been on fanfic for months
and just today i re-read my story.
and i'm gonna continue it
:)
have fun!
As Edward trudged into Carlisle's office after Carlisle, he heard Alice and Jasper stomp, giggling, up the stairs. Rose and Emmett were silent on the back porch, and Esme was feeding the chickens. (Yes there are chickens).
"You're fast, boy. Faster than Emmett." Carlisle said out of the blue.
"Thanks....." mumbled Edward, feeling suddenly left out of a house that was full of couples. They all had eachother and Edward had nobody.
He looked at Carlisle who, unusually, tipped back a picture frame sitting on his desk.
The room transformed.
Like in those cheesy "Spy Kids" movies, the desk turned into a keyboard, a holographic screen popped up at eye level and the walls showed hundreds of small screens and endless rows of buttons.
Edward gaped, suddenly understanding what was going on. He had fallen right into the hands of another spy agency.
He started to back, shaking his head, out of the room, but with a flick of his hand, Carlisle slammed the door.
"Edward, we are not like the NSG, like Alice said you were a part of before. We are a solo, small espionage agency funded by the British government to bust major drug dealers in Canada. Sure, it might not be as 'glamourous' as the FBI (which, just to let you know, don't have agents like you and I), but we are what we are." Carlisle spoke quickly and clearly, not stopping to let Edward complain.
"And you," he said, "are one valuable young man."
Edward blanched and sat suddenly in a squeaky, squishy chair in the corner. "I don't think -"
"Yes, you do. Don't argue. I know you can't go out in public like....that.....but now you are part of the family, and I'm the patriarch." Carlisle was not being unkind, but his words were piercing and cold.
"Fine. So, what do I have to know?" Edward gritted his teeth and faced the truth. He was destined to stay half-robot forever, and his only outlet would be espionage. "What's the mission?" (with a sarcastic tone)
Carlisle brushed his long, nimble fingers along a smooth, black keyboard and brought up a rotating picture of a middle-aged man in a nice suit.
"The ONE." He whispered. The man was a tad overweight, and he had curly, reddish-brown hair. The black, tight-fitting Armani tux accentuated his round belly, but showed off his glittering, diamond encrusted Rolex. Edward watched the picture rotate on the screen until he felt dizzy.
"Edward." said Carlisle, snapping him out of his trance. "This is Charles Swan, gang leader of the notorious Queen's Posse gang from Toronto. They specialize in illicit drug sales in the GTA (Greater Toronto Area). This man is one hell of a millionare, but he sneaks under the radar by feeding hundred-dollar bills to cops that try and arrest him. He is our "mission", so to speak."
Edward laughed. "Okay. And do we get to kill him?"
Carlisle grimaced. "That would make things so much easier. But there is a complication."
He tapped a key and brought up another rotating picture. This one was of a girl.
"His daughter, Isabella. She's only 17, so killing Charles would force her to become a ward of the state (orphan. The mother died three years ago) She's the heir of millions of illegal dollars. We need to a) stop Charles from continuing his drug sales without killing him and b) protect Isabella from enemy gangs and not let her know her father is a wanted criminal. And make sure Charles isn't killed by the NSG or other gangs too. Simple enough."
Edward's eyes opened wide. They then suddenly shifted to magnifying vision without him meaning to and his eyes focused on Isabella. Her dark brown hair fell in soft waves halfway down her back. She was wearing a short, yellow halter-dress and white flip-flops; and Edward could see her chocolate-brown eyes crinkled in a smile. She was in one word: stunning. And she looked strangely familiar.
Edward couldn't put his finger on it. But he knew he knew her from somewhere.
"Edddwaaard?" Whispered Alice from behind the door. Carlisle flicked the door open and Alice peeked in. A faint hickey was forming on her neck. Jasper, Edward thought to himself.
"Edward, there are two guys at the door and they want to talk to you." She was not smiling, but pale and flustered looking. Jasper came up from behind her and slid his slender arms around her waist.
"Alice?" he said in her ear. "Why did you go?"
Edward stood up, disgusted by their PDA. Carlisle gave a hard look to Alice, who smiled faintly and grabbed Jasper's hand, pulling him back upstairs.
Edward trotted, warily, to the farmhouse door.
And he opened it.
Two familiar figures stood in the dwindling light outside.
One was tall and old.
The other was short and muscular.
"Edward." They said at once.
Edward yelled.
Ahh its good to get back into the fanfic scene
lol i think my style of writing has changed.
its more mature?
R&R, SVP (s'il vous plait)
WTYL (write to you later)
-TravelingTeen
