Chapter 2: The Squad Room

Bella

Driving home from Thriftway, Edward's image persisted in my mind, an unexpected imprint that piqued my curiosity. I'm typically reserved around men I've just met, a protective instinct honed by Jacob's deep-seated betrayal. It's a scar I despised acknowledging, one that usually mandated a cautious distance until trust was meticulously built. But with Edward, it was different—there was an effortless rapport between us that I couldn't ignore, and my defenses, which should have been ironclad, were conspicuously absent.

His laughter, rich and unguarded, resonated within me, a vivid contrast to the restrained amusement I was used to. His smile was genuine, a sincerity that seemed to transcend our brief encounter and stir something profound within me. It was disconcerting, this sense of kinship with someone I had only just met, as if our paths were destined to intertwine. The ease of our interaction was a balm to the wounds Jacob had left, wounds I hate to admit still throbbed beneath the surface. Even more so here in Forks where the wounds were given.

As I wound my way back to my new home, I replayed our conversation in my mind, dissecting his words, his gestures, the nuanced tones of his voice. There was a warmth to him, a kindness that was both invigorating and scarce. It wasn't solely his polished appearance that was memorable—though the image of him in tan Dockers and a dark blue polo was certainly striking—it was his demeanor, exuding a confidence that was alluring yet not domineering.

My musings were abruptly interrupted by the ring of my phone. For a fleeting moment, I hoped it was Edward. Instead, Dad's name flashed on the radio display. He and Daniela's visit was delayed; they were embarking on a deep space mission for two and a half months. The transport carrying the furniture they had arranged for me would arrive at seven. The news was a stark reminder of the life I had led, one that was always waiting for the other shoe to drop, always bracing for the next departure. Yet, Edward's presence in my day had offered a glimpse of something different, a potential for steadiness I hadn't dared to contemplate in a long time.

"Bells," Dad's voice resonated through the car's speakers, a comforting anchor amidst the uncertainty, "we'll have a couple of weeks off after this mission. We'll come to see you."

"I can't wait," I replied, the anticipation a warm flicker in my chest. "How long will you be in communication range?"

"It's a silent run, no communication unless it's an emergency. Who's your emergency contact?"

"Captain Sam Uley. My first officer," I said, the name bringing a sense of security.

"He's a good man. He'll take care of you if needed."

"That's reassuring," I murmured, the undercurrent of concern palpable even in those two words.

The sound of general quarters echoed in the background, a stark reminder of the risks they faced.

"Stay safe, Bells," Dad's voice was firm, a command wrapped in affection, before the line went dead.

We never said goodbye before missions, just 'stay safe.' It was our thing, a comforting ritual that bridged the distance and danger.

I whispered a silent prayer for the Dynasty as I unloaded the groceries, each item a mundane contrast to the conversation I'd just had. The kitchen boxes were quickly unpacked, a semblance of order restored amidst the chaos. But soon, I was ready for a break. Surveying the remaining boxes in the living room, I made a mental note of what was left before heading to my bedroom. The ensigns had assembled my bed, a small island of familiarity in the newness that surrounded me. Making it could wait. Slipping into my fatigues, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. It was time to explore the base and check in with my team; not necessarily to step into the role I was here to fill, yet, just get a lay of the land.

~ Black Cat ~

The 'Black Cat Squad' sign on the frosted window caught my eye, the black jaguar silhouette beneath it baring its teeth, a badge clutched in its paw inscribed with 'nos semper custodiet'—'we will always guard.' The image was unsettling, giving me pause. I wished it could offer me the same protection it promised others. Shaking off thoughts of Jacob, I took a steadying breath and pushed open the door to the squad room. Inside, monitors glowed and my team worked diligently. The click of the door behind me made me startle as someone glanced back.

"Can I help you, Admiral..." the man began gruffly, his eyes widening as he registered my nameplate. "Admiral Swan. Sorry, we weren't expecting you until Monday." He sprang to his feet, calling the squad to attention.

I had wanted to catch them off-guard, to gauge their work ethic. Secretly, I liked that they were focused and quick to respond.

"Captain Sam Uley," he introduced himself, saluting.

Sam was my first officer, his copper skin and muscular build speaking of strength and resilience. I took a moment before returning his salute, just to see if I could make him sweat.

"At ease," I commanded. "I'm Admiral Isabella Swan, but please, call me Bella. In here, I prefer a relaxed atmosphere—no saluting. Outside, we maintain formality. As long as there's no slacking, we'll get along just fine."

Relieved sighs filled the room. "We're not slackers, Admiral," Sam assured me.

"Bella," I corrected gently. "Informal, remember. And, please, speak freely. No need to ask me for permission."

Laughter broke out, and from the back, a female voice chimed in. "Glad to have you, Bella. It'll be nice to have another woman around."

The voice belonged to Leah Clearwater, the newest member of the squad. She was about my height, her short hair brushing her cheekbones, her posture relaxed yet her eyes alight with a fiery spark.

"I'm glad to be here, Leah," I said, meeting her gaze.

She paled, swallowing hard. Yes, I know your name, I thought, hoping she understood my silent warning: any misstep would not be tolerated.

Leah nodded, her eyes locked with mine. It was as if she was trying to read my thoughts, gauge my intentions. Can she read my mind? It seemed like she could, given her reaction to my stare.

"Sam, please show me to my office," I requested, and the squad resumed their work without my dismissal—a fact I secretly appreciated.

He led me through the well-equipped space to my office, spacious with a stunning view of the mountains. The walls, freshly painted, awaited personal touches.

"Admiral Olden left a selection of décor for you to choose from," Sam mentioned.

I smiled, touched by the gesture. "He always reminded me of my grandfather."

Sam nodded. "He had that effect. He also kept a desk in the bullpen, which I've reserved for you."

"Where is it?" I asked, curious.

Sam's smirk suggested he thought I belonged behind closed doors, but I clarified, "I believe in leading by example."

He understood, though he cautioned that the team valued their downtime post-missions.

"I'll be joining you on missions," I stated firmly.

His concern was evident. "It's not safe, Admiral."

I dismissed the formality with a chuckle. "I lead by example, Sam. I won't ask my team to do anything I'm not willing to do myself."

He sighed, a mix of respect and concern in his eyes. "Your safety is paramount, but I understand your decision."

I appreciated his candor. My unique abilities were an asset I kept close to the vest; only two Star Command doctors were privy to my healing powers—a secret that would remain closely guarded for the time being.

"Thank you, Sam. I'll assess each situation before deciding my role," I assured him, my tone firm yet open to collaboration.

He led me to a cubicle adorned with my nameplate. It was simple, functional—a blank slate awaiting my personal touch. I logged into the computer and began reviewing the Black Cat's operational procedures, my mind already racing with potential improvements.

My email pinged, signaling a new message—a farewell note from Olden. I opened it, my curiosity piqued by what parting wisdom it might contain.

Bella,

I know you won't mind the informality. There are a few things I wanted to share with you, but my retirement has whisked me off-world, and I won't be back anytime soon. LOL!

First, I've left you a small token in the upper left desk drawer. Wear it with pride.

Second, you were chosen for this command for a reason. Many aspired to lead this squad, but none possess your unique abilities or your compassion.

Finally, and this is strictly between us—don't let the squad know you're aware—they too have unique gifts. I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but I suspect they won't reveal their secrets to you for some time, and you need to be prepared. They can transform into wolves. It's this gift that makes them truly elite.

Good luck.

James