Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight :( Sorry this took so long. My computer was down, and we never got around to fixing it

Chapter 2 - The Next Theft

On a distant island somewhere, a roaring of a motorcycle was heard all around. Frowning to each other, the 'bad guys' inhabiting the island frowned to one another and then looked back to see a yellow motorcycle fly onto their boat, which was docked right near the island's forest. A man named Jacob Black stepped off the bike, and walked up to one of the villains, with dreadlocks and a bandanna.

"Jacob Black?" The Bandanna guy asked? Jacob nodded.

"Same." He handed the bandanna guy a leather laptop bag. "Payments." Jacob said, lifting his chin and pointing to the bag.

The bandana guy nodded. "Jacob, I heard that you were working with the police?"

"Me? No! Jacob and the police just don't get along! We're...total opposites!" He snorted, and started to walk back to his motorcycle.

Suddenly, the bandanna guy looked down at the deck and saw a card. It clearly stated, "Jacob Black, Forks, Washington District Police."

He picked it up and called, "Hey, Jacob. This yours?" Jacob turned around coolly, and took the card.

He looked down at it, and immediately lost his cool. "No! It's...my friend! Jacob! He works as a police! You know! I'll just be going!" He started to turn when bandanna man pulled the gun on him. Jacob slowly turned around. "Okay! Don't shoot me! See? I'm trying to cheat you! We're both bad guys! Right? I'll join your team!" He shook bandanna man's hand, and his partner's hand. "Right? We can be partners!" There was silence. "No?" Jacob asked in a small voice.

Bandanna man shook his head and handcuffed Jacob to his bike. Then he motioned for his partner to come and hold a gun to his head.

"Wait! Wait, wait, wait! I can't see myself die!" Jacob said, and closed his eyes. Then he faced his head up towards the sky. "World, I'll miss you." In a louder voice he said, "Mummy, I'm coming!" Then he looked down again and shut his eyes. "Okay. I'm ready." Then he desperately looked both ways. "Somebody come save me!!!"

Out of the water came a black skidoo, ridden by a man named Sam Uley.

Sam shot both the bandanna man and his partner on the deck, and then the skidoo landed safely on the other side of the boat, in the water.

He kept riding up to a bunch of other people who were supposed to stand guard of the island. Sam started to shoot them all. The wooden block they were standing on exploded, and satisfied, Sam rode back to the ship.

Meanwhile, Jacob was also shooting away at everyone else on the other side of the boat. Sam joined him and they started to hide behind things like the motor bike and the skidoo and shoot with their guns.

In the middle of the fight, Sam got a call on his cell phone. He rolled behind a bunch of wooden barrels.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?"

"Leah? What? I'm busy at work, can you call me later?"

"Later, I'll be dead!"

"Leah, what are you talking about?"

"This!" She said. (AN: Here, she motions to her belly. She's preggo) Suddenly she started yelling into the phone. "Pomfrit! Pomfrit!" (AN: Sorry about these AN's, but I think pomfrit is some sort of fish.)

"What are you TALKING about Leah?! I'm BUSY!" Sam shouted into the phone.

"Right, you'll be all jolly and traveling the world while I'm in need of pomfrit? I don't care, but I NEED POMFRIT!!!" With a click, she cut the line. Sam looked frustratedly at his phone, clicked a button, shut it close, and resumed the fight.

Then Jacob got a call. "Hello? Oh, hi!" Sam glanced at him, but didn't say anything. "Oh, really? Hold on..." Jacob covered the mouthpiece of his phone with his hand and said,

"Sam! That's Mrs. Stanley, from Forks Bank! She wants to know if we need credit cards! Should I ask one for you too?" Jacob ducked behind his motorcycle again and resumed his conversation. "Yes? Can I meet you tomorrow? Yes? What time? What's your number?" He started to look for a pen when somebody shot at him and his cellphone went dead.

Jacob got up furiously and started to shoot at every last person on the other wooden block. Then there was only one person left.

Sam and Jacob both looked at each other, then stood up and started shooting repeatedly at the wooden block. It blew up, and Jacob grinned, looking eagerly at Sam, but Sam just turned and walked away, back to his skidoo.

Jacob blinked, and retorted, "Ya, I know. You're going to say stuff that you rescued me and all, but if you had come two seconds late mister, my head would have blown up by now! Eh!" He jutted his chin out defiantly.

Sam glared at him. "Every time I have to leave the office, it's to save you and your skin. Why always you? I'd rather you die, but I need you. You're kind of useful, even if you have no brains." Jacob frowned, but then walked over to the skidoo.

"Cool, do I get to ride this sweet thing?" He pretended he was starting up the engine with a twirl of the handlebars.

"No." Said Sam.

"Then what? How will I get home?"

(AN: He shouldn't have asked)

"AAAHHH!!! Go slower! This is my first time doing this!" Jacob was riding on a board attached to the back of the skidoo, and getting sprayed with buckets of water. Sam didn't listen. He kept on riding, not bothering to pay any attention of what was going on to Jacob.