A/N and here is the next chapter, it's not the most exciting chapter still but I hope you like it anyway. Enjoy!
Chapter 2- Interrogation
Murmurs started going around the people in black surrounding me. I looked around and they all seemed to have shocked expressions on their faces.
"What the hell are you talking about? He has no daughter." The man in front of me said glaring at me and raising his own gun.
"Yes you do." I said confidently, I knew it was him. "Didn't you get the letter?" I asked alarmed. What if Nana didn't send the letter? How was I supposed to prove that I speak the truth, before they killed me.
The man glared at me, dubious. "What letter?" He spoke slowly, still not removing his gun from his hold.
"The letter your mother sent you." I said taking a step forward. I heard guns click all around me and I put my hands up in the air. "She died last week." I added, trying not to let a knot form in my throat. In order to distract me from the overwhelming emotions, I looked around me at all the weapons. Jeez what could be so important that everybody needs a gun, wait what if he's still a cop? Oh that would make more sense. The mans eyes wavered, then hardened again. "Newton!" The man barked.
"Yes sir!?" answered one of the guys in the circle around me.
"Did you pick up the forms and mail from my house already?" The man asked with a tone of power.
"Yes sir, I left them in your office, on your desk." The guy answered.
"Very well, Newton search her and bring her up. Take her up to the meeting room. Have Hale, Whitlock, and the Cullen keep an eye on her, until we question her. The rest of you I want a perimeter around the building and within one block of here. Keep a look out of anything suspicious." He ordered and a round of yes sir's went around the room. I felt an arm grab my arm brusquely and pat my pockets. After finding nothing but a cellphone and wallet on me, which he took, he shoved me toward the elevators, while the rest of the people piled out of the building, off to complete their commands.
The elevator ride was awkward...well at least for me it was. Everybody was standing tall and dangerous, and here was little me; petite and weak compared to all of them. One of them being my father, who still didn't know about me. What a turn my life has done, but it was about to turn a complete 180 degrees.
The elevator doors opened and we took off in different directions. My estranged father went off toward his office, I assume. While I was dragged into a huge conference room, and thrown into a chair. The guy, Newton, left me alone in there, but that didn't last long; for as soon as he had shut the door, it opened again and in came 4 people, my guards I assumed. They all looked a little older than me, but that was impossible...unless they're geniuses or something and graduated early. There were 2 guys and 2 girls; one of the guys was tall and well-built, like a football player, he had curly brown hair and baby blue eyes. The next young man was a bit smaller than the first, he was taller but less muscular, although I would bet that he could still tear me to pieces without great difficulty, he had blonde hair and electric blue eyes, the kind you only see on people with contacts, but he had the real deal. The girls looked younger, about my age or so. The first one was short and fragile looking, she had short spiky hair and caramel eyes, despite the situation we were in she was smiling. The girl next to her was a lot taller, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She looked like a scary supermodel with the death stare she had on me...that they all had on me.
After they each seemed to evaluate me, as I did to them, they broke the perfect line formation they had stood in, in front of me and each one went to a different corner of the room, their eyes on me.
I fidgeted in my seat and rested my arms on table. The multiple pair of eyes watching my every breath was started to get to me, as if I wasn't nervous enough. I didn't know what to do or where to look, so I settled for staring straight ahead. Waiting for my doom or salvation. After what felt like an eternity, the door opened, and my father stepped in, followed closely by 2 other men. They all took a seat across the table from me and studied me. Then my father, who was sitting directly across from me, spoke.
"What is your name?" He asked me slowly. I arched my eyebrow, hadn't I already said this. "Your full name." He explained.
"Isabella Marie Swan." I stated, letting every name register before moving on to the next.
"How did you know of this place?" Asked the man to his right. He was a blonde in his mid-thirties, with golden caramel eyes and pale skin.
"My grandmother wrote it in a letter she left for me." I answered looking him in the eye.
"This letter, do you have it with you?" He asked me, his eyes never leaving my face.
"No, there were specific instructions in the letter, that I memorize the address and directions, then burn the letter." I answered back.
"What exactly do you know about your father?" Asked the third man, seated on the left of my father. He was sickly pale, more than the blonde, he had long dark black hair, and dark maroon eyes, with the right lighting they shined red.
"I found out my father was alive, just four days ago at the reading of my grandmother's will. In which she left a letter for my eyes only that stated that my father was alive and living in Washington. A letter she wrote would be sent to him, then a couple of days later, I would arrive at that same address." I said, this time looking at the table. I couldn't look into his red eyes, they gave me the shivers.
"So you had no idea that he was alive?" Asked the blonde.
I shook my head no, "Just like he didn't know of my existence." I added.
"What about your mother?" Asked my father.
"Dead." Was all I said.
"How?" He asked. I stayed silent and refused to look up, I never liked talking about my mother. My dad, sure, but not my mom. Nana was my mother, and I felt like I was disrespecting her by referring to another woman as my mother, especially if that woman was gone.
"How?" He repeated more sternly.
"Car accident. A couple of months after I was born." I said still not looking up.
"Bella." I heard a sigh. My head shot up at the sound of my nickname, my father was looking intently at me. I stared into his eyes, into my eyes. There was no denying it, I had his eyes, big chocolate-brown doe eyes. Suddenly he stood up and the other two men did the same. They all walked out and I was left sitting alone, staring at the space where he used to be.
The door reopened and I turned to see if he had returned, instead I was disappointed to find another girl step in. She as well was rather young, it was unnerving how young these people where. It made me wonder where I was, and what exactly goes on here. She sat next to me and set down a box on the table.
"Hello." She smiled at me. I felt a little more at ease when she smiled, everything about her was inviting.
"Hi." I said smiling sheepishly.
"I'm Angela." She said extending her hand out to me. I shook it and said, "Bella."
"Well Bella, I'm going to need some of your blood and finger prints if you don't mind." she said opening her box.
"What for?" I asked warily.
"For background checks and DNA testing." She said pulling out her tools.
"Oh to check if I have a criminal record and if I truly am Charlie Swan's daughter, right?" I said extending my hands, palms up, to her.
"Yeah. You see things like this don't usually happen." She said putting ink on my fingers and stamping them on the paper in the little box they belong in.
"Angela, what exactly is going on here? Where am I?" I whispered to her.
"What do you mean? You don't know what this is?" She asked confused as she pricked my finger. I flinched as the blood came out and she put it in a small vial.
"I was just told to come here, I thought he lived here! Then I get a bunch of guns in my face?! I don't know where I am." I whispered urgently at her.
"Um I'm not sure how to explain, it's a bit complicated. Just sit tight, I'm sure someone will be in to tell you." She said packing up her tools.
"How are you so sure they'll tell me instead of kill me." I asked as she left.
She paused at the doorway,"Because you have your father's eyes." She said and left the room.
I sighed and rested my head on my arms.
Hours seemed to pass, each making me more nervous. To the point in where I had to get up and start pacing, they people in the room seemed more at ease than when they first got here, but still on alert. Finally the door opened and in stepped the two men, the man with the maroon eyes wasn't with them.
"Well you weren't lying, reports show that you indeed are the blood of Charlie Swan, and that for the past 16 years have been in the care of his mother. Why she denied us this information is unknown. But nonetheless the matter of what to do with you now that you are here still remains." The blonde man said. I didn't hear much of what he said, all I heard was that I had found my father.
"So you are my dad?" I asked quietly, looking at him.
"Yes." He said, his body sagging, he suddenly seemed a lot older, and tired. I no longer thought, instead I acted. And the first thing that happened was I spun out of my chair and wrapped my arms around his torso. I hugged him tight, his body stiffened under my embrace. A few seconds passed, then I felt a light pat on my back, I looked up at him; he seemed uncomfortable to say the least. I felt blood rush to my face.
"Sorry." I whispered letting go and stepping back.
He cleared his throat, "It's fine. I..." he paused and simply stared at me, unsure of what to say I assume. I completely understood. "I'm sorry to hear about my mother." he finally said after seconds of silence.
I looked at the floor, a bit disappointed that's all he had to say. "Yeah me too." I mumbled.
"Bella, this is Carlisle Cullen, head of this organization known as CSIS; Cullen Secret Investigative Services." He broke the silence that followed, by introducing me to the blonde man.
"Pleasure to meet you." He said extending his hand to me, I shook it and nodded.
"His children, Emmett and Alice Cullen," the football player and pixie, " and those are Agents Jasper Whitlock and Rosalie Hale, they are some of our best Agents." He said motioning for me to sit down.
"What do you mean agents?" I asked confused.
"You see we are not just any kind of officers or agents, we are secret agents, taking over any cases too complex for the FBI or CIA. We lead very complex missions, and help get rid of any...problems that might threaten the safety of the people." He slowly explained sitting across from me.
"So your trained assassins?" I asked trying to understand what was being said.
"Highly trained assassins." He answered nodding. "We usually stay within family, so only children of agents are trained. We've never had an outsider before. So the problem with you is that you are considered both an outsider and a child of an agent." He said seriousness all over his face.
"So what's going to happen to me?" I asked suddenly worried.
"We're considering partnering you up with our best agent, so he can train you in years worth of experience in one month. That is of course if you are willing to cooperate and work hard." Carlisle answered standing behind my father.
"And if I'm not?" I asked skeptical.
Charlie sighed, "You die." my eyes widen in shock and fear. "We can't risk the chance of people finding out about us. So if you can't be part of our world, we can't let you return to yours. It would put years of service at risk." He said trying to explain, he looked at me with a serious expression, but his eyes told me that he feared for my life just as much as I did.
"I'm not a quitter, nor do I fear a challenge." I answered staring at the table. My face hardened, I would be put through the test of my life, and it was pass or fail.
Failing is fatal.
A/N There it is! Again it's not the most amazing chapter, but it helps progress onto the next chapter. Which, will have a bit more revealing stuff and a certain bronze haired hottie. So I hope you stick with me and read on. Thanks.
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