I am attempting to wipe the smile off of my face as I held the red rubber ball. Gym is not over yet, and Barbie queen is rallying her troops to beat me down. Somehow, she expects that seven of her friends on her side can beat me. I am unsure which delusional world she is living in. Not the one that the rest of us reside in, that is for sure. I am a spy. She is a cheerleader. Umm, I think my status wins.

"Would you like to face them alone?" The gym teacher asked. He could care less, but as his job, he was obligated to ask.

"Yes," I say. The barbie squad smirks. I simply relax, stretching my arms as though I am about to go to sleep.

"It's your call. Come and get me when you- if you- if somebody gets hurt," The teacher says, walking away. A few courts down, Edward was playing basketball with his friends, but he kept his eyes directed towards me worriedly. I turn to Edward and begin to scowl at him as he continued to worry. He chuckled from a distance and pretended to look away, occasionally glancing back.

"Shall we begin, girls? Be careful not to break your nails," I say. They practically snarl.

"Be careful not to break your face- more than it already is broken, of course," Tanya says. She is holding a large blue dodge ball, bouncing it menacingly. Her friends push their phones deep into their short pants and attempt to crack their knuckles. A few succeed with cracking their knuckles, but many just go "eww" when they hear their comrades.

The coach holds the whistle in his mouth as he begins counting down from ten.

"Ten!"

"Freak" Tanya spits.

"Nine!"

"Toy Barbie" I retort.

"Eight"

"Psycho"

"Seven"

"Pumpkin"

"Six"

"Stalker"

"Five"

"Cheerleader"

"Four"

"Geek"

"Three"

"Blonde"

"Two"

"You're dead."

"One"

"Sorry, I don't talk to corpses," I laugh.

The whistle blows. I roll easily to the left as eight balls fly in my direction. Not a single one finds its mark. They bounce behind me and accidentally hit the coach who subsequently falls on his behind. The girls laugh and I stand, a victorious grin on my face.

"What are you going to throw at me now, your fake nails?"

All eight eyes narrow on me. And this is why I hate high school. I pick up a ball and throw it with considerable speed. It smacks the target in the chest. At the same time, I roll a ball behind me towards Edward. I don't look back, I know that he has the ball.

I pick up two more balls and quickly disable the rest of the Barbie Squad. Now it's just Tanya and me. I pick up a ball and I know Edwards has one ready too. Behind my back, I start to count down with my fingers. Three...Two...One! Two balls fly through the air. They hit Tanya on either side of the head. I grin triumphantly. Behind me I can hear the cheers of Edward's basketball buddies. Then I hear a whistle. Oh no. Coach walks up he takes a look at me and then starts to speak. I am already running through excuses to use, but to my surprise Coach says something entirely different.

"Who would like to play dodge ball all year long?"

Skeptical looks are passed around. That is every kid's dream, but it's almost too good to be true.

"Lets start a dodge ball league. I will invite other schools to participate, but I want two teams from our school. Isabella, you will be the captain of one team. Tanya, you will be the captain of the other team. From now on our gym classes will consist of training and practice for dodgeball teams."

The bell rang, and students hustle to change all the while, talking and chatting about the new dodgeball tournament. You know, just a normal day with all the high school drama.

I come home to an empty silent house, which is always a good sign for a spy. The alarms are all clear and everything seems to normal, but I have a bad feeling. I scan the house and bedroom, looking for anything that is out of place. Everything seems to be fine, but he feeling is still there. The same feeling that has saved my life multiple times and never failed to be right. A small sense of dread that warns me of upcoming danger.

My cellphone blares next to me and the caller ID pops up Jamie.

"Jamie," I greet.

"Isabella. Where are you? Are you safe?" Jamie sounds panicked, worried, and desperate. Something is definitely wrong. Jamie rarely panics.

"Yes. I just got back from school. What's wrong?"

"We got a tip from an asset in DC. There is someone looking for the same information. Apparently, they will go to any means to get it. You need to get it first." Jamie seems anxious . I immediately reassure her.

"Of course. I will not let anyone get it."

"Yes, yes. Good,and Isabella? Please be careful. This "person" may be dangerous. I would not doubt that they already know about you."

"Yes Jamie."

"Oh, I will be sending you some more supplies. I have a feeling more security will be needed for everyone."

With that the conversation ends. Never doubt the "feeling".

Jamie's words send my brain into overdrive. I need to speed the operation up. With a threat on the loose, I will have to compete. I have a few options. I can go straight to Carlisle and take the information by force. This may work, but it is dangerous and Mr. Cullen may not hand it over. I could use my cover ID and pretend to offer help to protect the information. The only problem is Carlisle seems to be overly protective, and it would take a longer time. That leaves using Edward and…

Edward! With the new threat, Edward will be a prime target. He will be hunted, and I doubt that someone will have the sense to hide him. Just great, another chore for the super spy. When did my job turn into babysitting? Either way. I still need to protect Edward. I can't have him kidnapped and used as leverage.

So I guess I will become Edward's new best friend. Oh, what the world has come to.

My phone beeps again, this time to remind me of the meeting taking place. Carlisle Cullen and Lauren will meet in half an hour. I have no I have no idea where, so I need to follow them to the meeting location.

I hop into my Audi and speed towards the Cullen household. I arrive at the drive way just in time to see Carlisle jump in his car and take a left on a road leading to Miami. I follow all the while being careful to avoid being seen.

After about ten minutes of driving, Mr. Cullen parks his car next to a fairly new business office. I circle the office and pause in a lot next door to study it. It has four floors and shaded windows. I take note of the surrounding buildings and the silver volvo outside. Lauren must already be here. Big surprise there. Carlisle walks seemingly calmly to a back door, but I can see the signs of looking for someone. I do the same, and find no sign of any surveillance. Across the street, I see movement in a coffee shop. Two men are watching Mr. Cullen. As soon as I see them, I know they're security. There is something about how they move, with confidence, and are always scanning the area.

I look back at the office in time to see George, move around to type in the door code. I have no view of the numbers, and I catch sight of a green light that beeps and lets him through.

So now I am stuck outside a secure office building with no way to listen in on the conversation. Great super spy you are Bella. I cannot risk being seen. I will just have to come back tonight. I should have enough time to gather supplies come back, break in, and get back out before 2 am. That will leave five hours of sleep and time to reenergize for friend making tomorrow. Pleased with my plan, I step on the gas and drive back home.

I am parked across from the office again, ready to begin my scouting. My hair is in a high ponytail with the hood of my black sweatshirt covering it. I have on dark fitting stretchy pants that allow me maximum flexibility. The weight of my "toys" in my pocket is prominent. I always come prepared. I have my lasers for any unexpected cameras, and a harness to scale the building with. I also have my lock picks, and of course, my phone.

This device is probably the most useful with the special add-ons that the agency required. It has the newest gps and tracking system as well as security access to all SIS and CIA files. The camera on the top not only takes pictures, but also provides facial recognition security and analysis of any picture taken. Along with facial recognition, the phone also has a fingerprint scanner and all functions are voice activated. Not that any of this is useful if I'm dead, which is why I in the back there is a self destruct button disguised as a pink gem. When pushed SIS will be notified and back up sent. So yeah, my phone is my baby.

I slide my hand against the smooth face of my phone, and with a burst of confidence, begin to walk towards the office. The guards in the coffee shop face the main entrance. I plan to scale the east wall, opposite the guards. It is dark, shady, and with minimal cameras. I peek around the corner, looking for cameras or security detail. All clear. I star to round the corner when I hear a scraping sound above my head. Above me is a man in all black scaling the building. Busted.

My first thought is...What an armature. Anyone with experience breaking in knows not to make noise! It's the best way to get caught. Finally, my brain decides to work and I whip back around the corner. I review the situation. There is another man trying to get in the building possibly for the same reason as me. He is not experienced in the art of scaling wall, so it's safe to assume he is not a thief or hired professional. That means either he of his boss is very desperate for something in that building, or this is a friendly dare. I can also conclude that he is not high up in the company rankings...and I have a plan.

I step through the shadows and stand directly underneath the mystery man. I whisper yell up at him, deepening my voice to sound like a man's, "What the heck do you think you're doing? Are you trying to get us caught. You were supposed to break in, not expose us."

The man looks down in shock. Surprise and then anger flashes across his face.

"Look here, I don't know who you are, but I was doing just fine on my own. I was given this job, and who are you to correct me?" Here goes nothing.

"The boss sent me. It's lucky he did too. You almost ruined it."

I see the pride and disbelief rise up inside him. Even with the shadows of the night, I see the red of his face and his bulging eyes. And when he opens his mouth, I can tell that the situation is going to get worse.

"I will finish this mission. On. My. Own" And he lunges towards me.

The man whose name is unknown is a decent fighter. His lunges turns suddenly into a vicious kick to the ribs that is almost too fast to block. I take the kick, just to test the strength. Okay not the best decision on my part. This guy can kick. Hmm, maybe he should be named Kicker.

A fist comes flying at my head, most likely trying to knock me out. I block and bring my knee up to his abdomen. Kicker blocks, but not before I elbow him in the chest. He uses my momentum to flip me to the ground. On the ground, I am vulnerable. I lose the advantage of speed. Kicker is much heavier. I doubt I will overpower him.

As expected, Kicker launches himself on top of me. I roll out of the way just in time. Again and again he tackles, and each time I evade. I am getting tired. My instincts and training are keeping me alive. I cannot keep this up much longer

Kicker lunges again. This time I can't bring myself to roll away. Time seems to slow, and Jamie's voice filters through my head. I pick through them trying to find something that will help.

Every situation changes, you must be able to adapt to the change.

You are a spy. You con people. The skills that come with this occupation can be used for more than just spying.

Surprise and speed Isabella. Those are your biggest advantages. Con, then strike.

I see Kicker flailing towards me. I roll slowly to the side, but not enough to evade the blow. Kicker notices and triumph is written over his face. I bring one leg up to protect my body, and my hands come to a defensive position. Kicker lands, smiles, and says,

"Now I will finish the mission."

I start to push my leg against him ever so slowly. Then I strike. The blow lands on the back of his neck, knocking Kicker out cold. I push his body off mine. Adapt. Trick. Con. Strike. God bless Jamie.

The black lump at my feet is completely still excepting small movement for breathing purposes. I wince. Kicker really wasn't that bad. Of course he did try to hurt me, a girl, and he is working for some messed up organization. But he was just proving his worth.

I pull out my cell phone and scan Kickers face through CIA files. Laurent Gemini. He has a small criminal records, just minor stealing and trespassing. He lives in Miami with his girlfriend. Publically, Laurent works for Liam and Sons Auto Works. Everything is pretty normal. Near the end of the file there is one suspicious note written by Carlisle Cullen. Suspected association with DOD and Benson. Surveillance suggested.

I need to find out who Benson is. Most likely he is Kicker's other boss. I could interrogate Kicker, but I doubt he knows anything. Kicker just does the dirty work. I will follow him when he wakes up. That will lead me right to enemy . The only problem is Kicker saw my face and I don't have the resources to erase the memory. I guess that is just a risk I have to take, for my mother.