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That had been the best sex I ever had, and I had to end it in the worst way possible.

I looked at Edward Cullen's naked and unconscious body and grimaced. What was I going to do now? I absolutely hated the fact that I was attached to Cullen. My life would be a million times easier if I didn't develop emotional and physical ties to Cullen.

But, even as I stood here, hating Cullen and myself, I knew I couldn't kill him. As much as I desperately wanted to, needed to even, I couldn't.

I sighed and walked over to my suitcase, where I had plenty of rope hidden. I quickly tied Cullen's ankles together before tying his wrists together. I didn't bother gagging him, by the time he woke up we'd be on a helicopter anyway.

I finished tying the knot around Cullen's wrists and stepped away. Something was missing... Right. Clothes. I exhaled loudly and began untying the knots. I pulled all of his clothing on, which went a lot slower than I had intended. Whoever thought dressing a child was hard hadn't attempted to dress a grown man. I redid the knots up and nodded in satisfaction.

I continued my routine naked. I wasn't conceited about my body, but I honestly didn't mind being naked.

I pulled out my cell phone and hit Jake's speed dial number, two. I needed that helicopter tonight.

"Hello, Bella," Jacob greeted in a cheery voice. I suppose it would be midday back home.

"Hey, Jake," I replied, closing my eyes and running my fingers through my hair. "Do you think we could get that 'copter and snowmobile tonight? I have a good chance at taking Aro out tonight."

"Uh, sure," Jacob answered slowly. I could hear his fingers clacking on a keyboard. "There. A cab driver should be knocking on your door in about half an hour."

"Thanks, Jake, you're the best," I muttered. This was all so draining now.

"What's the matter, Bella?" Jacob asked, sounding concerned.

"Nothing," I mumbled, looking at the mess I had gotten myself in to. "Everything."

"Why's that?" Jacob pressed, a little more interested now.

"Well, I found Cullen," I explained. "But, I dunno... I just couldn't kill him. So, I seduced him back to my hotel room and sort of knocked him out."

Jacob let out a low whistle. "Wow, Bella. You are a piece of work. Why couldn't you kill Cullen though? If you can kill a nice old bachelor then why can't you kill a cocky, son of a bitch FBI agent?"

"I don't know," I moaned, closing my eyes. "If I knew, I wouldn't be complaining to you about it."

"Well, usually when you go with your hut, you're doing something right, Bella," Jacob assured me. "Something good will come out of this hostage situation, I know it."

I sighed. "Thanks, Jacob. I'll phone you after I finish Aro."

"Okay, bye, Bells," Jacob sighed before hanging up.

I shut my phone after turning it off and chucked it back in my bag.

I grabbed some black stretch pants and a black turtleneck. I pulled on my knee high black boots and I was set. I hadn't looked at myself in the mirror because I knew I was sporting that post-sex tangle. I grabbed an elastic band and pulled my hair back into a ponytail.

I sat down and tried to clear my mind enough to figure out what I had to do next. Should I bring Cullen's stuff with me? No, that would be too much extra baggage, but some of his stuff could be useful to me. Now would be the time to get into his room. I only had about twenty minutes to get organized.

I quickly searched Cullen's pockets for the code, finally pulling the slip of paper out his breast pocket in his shirt.

I checked Cullen's pupils before leaving my room. He'd be out for a few hours yet.

I typed the code into Cullen's door and entered swiftly. I moved around quickly, looking for a laptop or any papers. I discovered his suitcase and rifled through that, finding nothing but his clothing.

Who did Cullen think he was? Super agent? Honestly, even I had electronics with me. Cullen did have a cell phone in his pants pocket.

I decided to bring everything with me and throw it out over the side of the balcony, just in case there was something useful that was hiding from me.

I got back into my room and immediately took Cullen's cell phone, shoving it into my boot. Then, I quickly packed my stuff and set it by the door. Now all I had to do was wait.

I hauled Cullen over onto the couch and sat him down beside me. I picked up the bowl of strawberries and devoured them. I had barely eaten anything during supper tonight.

I set the bowl back down and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I sighed, leaning back into the couch, urging my body to relax. I had been tense for a couple of hours now, and it wasn't a very good feeling.

I looked over at Cullen, who looked very peaceful as he slept. His head had rolled towards my body, his face mere centimetres away from my chest. His mouth was slightly parted, his bronze locks perfectly tousled.

"You're probably wondering who I am," I murmured gently, staring at Cullen's face, feeling completely crazy for talking to an unconscious man. "I'm sure not Raina Williams. I'm actually Isabella Swan, the only rogue R-agent. You might have heard about me, but I kind of doubt it. They probably wouldn't have an international FBI agent after me.

"Yep, I knew who you really were the entire time. I don't think you knew that I was lying, though, which is odd considering I messed up my story almost every time I opened my mouth.

"You did see me on the plane. You were staring at me, in fact. But, it didn't faze me, which is also odd considering that I'm slightly paranoid. I nearly whip out my knife on anyone that looks at me."

I ran my left hand over my tied back hair before I continued. "You throw me off, Cullen. As an ex-R-agent, I'm not supposed to have 'connections' to people. You're making me break all the rules of my existence.

"I'll bet you know what Project R is, though," I continued in a whisper. "Your daddy created me, Cullen. He made me what I am now, and I don't think I can ever forgive him for that.

"You probably don't agree with that, but that's how it is. You have no idea what it's like to be taught a million and one different ways to kill a man with a simple flick of my wrist." My anger started to grow and I felt even crazier as I continued to argue with myself basically. "You don't know what it's like to wake up after a three week surgery and not feel hungry or tired or weak for weeks at a time. You don't know what it's like to have every thought laced with venom and disgust towards anyone non-American."

I felt the burn of the angry tears that I couldn't shed. Another sort of plus to being an R-agent: I didn't have tear ducts anymore. That would be showing too much emotion.

I clenched my teeth as I tried to gain control of my voice. I hadn't ever opened to anyone about being an agent before. Even if Cullen was unconscious, he was still the first to know how I really felt about what had been done to my body.

This was one of those few moments when I felt entirely weak and useless. Probably the only time I had felt weak and useless.

Then there was a knock at my door.


There is definitely more action to come, don't you fret. I really like this chapter, just because we finally know how Bella really feels about being a part in Project R, even if she's technically an agent anymore.

And, sorry to say, but Bella really hates Carlisle, which is unfortunate. But, that's the way it is, and as of now, it won't be changing.

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