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Unstoppable: Sia
The forest seemed to stretch endlessly, its dense web of trees and underbrush swallowing every sound except their hurried footsteps. Bella's legs burned with each step, her breaths sharp and shallow as she struggled to keep up. Jake trotted faithfully at her side, his ears perked and alert, the occasional crunch of leaves under his paws the only other noise breaking the quiet.
Edward moved ahead of her, his gun drawn, his eyes scanning the surroundings like the trained agent he was. Behind her, Jasper brought up the rear, his hand hovering near his sidearm, his expression grim and focused.
Bella broke the silence first, her voice low but tinged with urgency. "Edward, we can't just keep running. What's the plan?"
He didn't break stride, didn't even glance back. "We're meeting someone," he said, his tone just a little bit clipped. "Someone I trust."
Trust.
The word felt slippery, almost meaningless now. Bella swallowed the questions bubbling up, deciding to focus on the rhythm of her steps, the way the ground shifted underfoot. She had no choice but to follow his lead.
After what felt like hours weaving through the trees, they emerged onto a cracked asphalt road, its surface barely visible beneath a blanket of fallen leaves. Edward turned left without hesitation, his boots crunching against the brittle foliage, and they followed in silence. Bella didn't know how he knew where they were going, but his determined pace left little room for doubt. She wondered if he mapped out this route in advance for purposes exactly like this.
As they rounded a bend, a building appeared in the distance. Bella squinted, her breath hitching as they drew closer. It was an art gallery, of all things—modern, sleek, and startlingly out of place in the middle of nowhere. Large glass windows reflected the forest around it, giving the structure an almost ethereal quality.
Edward pushed open the heavy glass door, ushering her, Jake, and Jasper inside. The warmth hit her first, chasing away the chill of the forest. Then came the sheer beauty of the space. Bella stopped in her tracks, momentarily stunned.
The interior was a blend of exposed brick and smooth white walls, each adorned with vibrant, arresting artwork. High ceilings loomed overhead, their beams painted black, while carefully positioned track lighting bathed the pieces in a soft glow. It was quiet, almost reverent, the kind of place where even a breath felt loud.
Bella's gaze caught on a massive oil painting near the entrance—a stormy sea rendered in violent blues and grays, the waves almost leaping off the canvas. Further in, bursts of abstract color collided on another wall, their chaotic beauty captivating. In the center of the room, a twisting sculpture of metal and glass refracted the light, casting scattered rainbows across the floor.
"Wow," Bella murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. For a brief moment, her fear took a backseat to the sheer wonder of it all. "This place is… incredible."
Edward didn't answer. His eyes swept the room, his body taut with tension. Jasper moved quietly behind him, his sharp gaze scanning the shadows.
And then a bullet cracked through the air.
The sharp ping of metal hitting glass followed, and Bella gasped as a nearby vase shattered into a million glittering shards. She ducked instinctively, her heart slamming against her ribs. Edward barely flinched, his expression shifting from cautious to annoyed.
"Alice," he called, his voice steady but sharp.
From the upper balcony, a petite woman with short, spiky black hair stepped into view, a sniper rifle slung casually over her shoulder. Her stance was relaxed, almost bored, though her blue eyes sparkled with irritation.
"You're such a fucking idiot, Edward," she said, her voice carrying a teasing lilt. "I could've taken your head off."
Edward sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "And yet, you didn't. Guess that means we're still friends."
Alice rolled her eyes, leaning against the railing with feline grace. "You're lucky I like you. Otherwise, I'd have a very different painting to hang downstairs."
Her gaze shifted, landing on Bella with sharp curiosity. Her lips quirked into a knowing smile. "And you must be the infamous Dr. Isabella Swan. Or, should I say, the late Dr. Isabella Swan? Big loss for science, apparently. The world's heartbroken."
Bella's stomach twisted, the reminder of her "death" like a punch to the gut. "Excuse me?" she managed, her voice tight.
Alice shrugged, her expression equal parts amused and sympathetic. "News says you tragically took your own life. Lots of tears, lots of condolences. Very dramatic."
Bella's chest tightened, the weight of her supposed death settling over her like a shroud. She opened her mouth to respond, but the words caught in her throat.
Edward stepped forward, his tone cutting through the tension. "Alice, we need your help. This isn't just about Bella anymore. Things are escalating."
Alice straightened, the teasing glint in her eyes replaced with something colder, more focused. "Clearly," she said. She motioned toward the staircase. "It took you guys long enough. Come on. Let's talk upstairs."
Bella followed, Jake trotting at her side, her legs moving on autopilot as her mind spun. She'd known the world believed her dead, but hearing Alice state it so bluntly made it all the more suffocating. She glanced at Edward, his expression unreadable as he climbed ahead of her.
In that moment, Bella realized how deeply her life had been upended. The world thought she was gone, and the few people she had left to rely on were strangers navigating a deadly game she barely understood. Though, as she glanced at Edward and Jasper, both moving with purpose, she felt the faintest flicker of hope.
The room Alice led them into was a stark contrast to the gallery below. Banks of high-tech monitors lined the walls, streaming live security feeds and detailed maps. A long table was strewn with open laptops, tactical gear, and stacks of hastily organized files. The faint hum of electronics mixed with the distinct scent of coffee and oil, creating an atmosphere that was equal parts nerve center and war room.
Bella hesitated near the table, the tension in the air matching the knot in her stomach. Edward stepped past her, his movements purposeful as he placed the bag he'd carried onto the table. His eyes met hers briefly, and he gestured toward the USB drive in her hand. "You still have it, right?" he asked, his tone steady but insistent.
Bella blinked, tightening her grip on the small device. Edward had told her from the start to keep it on her at all times—"just in case," he'd said more than once, though he never elaborated on what that meant. Now, the meaning was painfully clear.
"I've got it," she said, her voice quieter than she intended.
"Good," Edward said, his tone clipped as he nodded toward the laptop. "Let's get it loaded. You need to see this."
Bella hesitated, the drive in her hand feeling heavier than it had any right to be. Edward's unwavering stare pulled her focus, and she finally sank into the chair he'd pulled out for her. "You're awfully calm for someone who's making me open Pandora's box," she muttered, trying to keep her voice steady.
"I've already looked inside," Edward replied, his tone grim. "You need to understand what we're up against. No more guessing. No more illusions."
Bella's fingers hovered over the laptop's keyboard as she inserted the USB. "So, you're telling me this isn't going to be a pleasant surprise?" she asked dryly, though her stomach was already knotting.
"It's not about surprises," Edward said. "It's about being prepared."
Alice, perched at another workstation, glanced over. "Trust me, Bella," she said, her voice quieter but laced with steel. "Whatever you're imagining? This is worse."
The screen came to life as the files loaded, each one labeled with an efficiency that felt clinical and detached: Project Seraph – Human Trials, Dispersal Mechanisms, Field Deployment Metrics. Bella's breath hitched as she clicked the first file—a video.
The recording was grainy but unmistakable: a lab eerily similar to her own. Scientists in lab coats moved with mechanical precision, their faces obscured by masks. The video panned to a sealed chamber, where a fine mist of aerosolized gas was released over restrained subjects.
Bella's stomach turned as the effects became apparent. The subjects convulsed violently, their breathing rapid before collapsing, one by one. The audio was muted, but she didn't need sound to feel the horror. She could see it in their bodies, their faces.
Bella couldn't bear to watch another second. She clicked out of the video, her hands shaking as she scrolled through the other files on the USB drive. Each folder was a punch to the gut: Modification Logs, Field Testing Reports, Deployment Strategies. Her breath hitched when she saw a subfolder labeled Targeted Edits – Enzyme Functionality. Without thinking, she opened it.
The screen filled with documents, equations, and schematics—her work, dissected and reassembled like a butchered body. She skimmed the lines of chemical notations and enzyme kinetics, her mind racing to piece together what they had done.
One document caught her eye: Cytotoxin Reengineering – Version 3.4. Her stomach dropped as she opened it. The equations leapt off the screen, painfully familiar but twisted into something unrecognizable. She traced the pathways with her eyes, her breath coming faster.
Jasper cleared his throat. "So, what the fuck are we looking at here, doc?"
"This—" she whispered, pointing to a key section as Edward and Jasper leaned in. "This is where they stripped the specificity. Here, they removed the targeting sequence that recognizes cancer cell markers. Instead, they introduced a universal binding protein—this one." She tapped a highlighted line in the formula. "It interacts with ATP synthase, which is in every single cell."
Jasper's brows furrowed, his voice sharp. "In English?"
Bella took a deep breath, steadying herself. "ATP synthase is like the engine that powers cells—it produces the energy they need to function. By binding to it, the enzyme essentially shuts it down. Without ATP, the cell can't survive. And because ATP synthase is universal, it doesn't matter if it's a cancer cell or a healthy one."
She opened another file, her eyes darting over the results of what looked like a field test. Tables of data documented the rapid cellular collapse in various test populations. "See this?" she said, pointing to a row of numbers. "This shows the enzyme's activation kinetics. They've modified it to react under completely unnatural conditions—things like exposure to UV light or certain airborne chemicals. That means they can control when and where it activates, making it a precise weapon."
Edward's voice was low and controlled, but the tension in it was unmistakable. "And the dispersal methods?"
Bella opened another file, her fingers trembling. A diagram unfolded across the screen, showing aerosol canisters, water supply injectors, and even pathogen-pairing delivery systems. "They've paired it with a viral vector in this one," she said, pointing to the diagram. "The virus infects the host cells and delivers the enzyme directly inside them. The enzyme stays dormant until it's triggered—here, by a chemical dispersal agent. Once that happens, it starts shutting down cells systemically."
Jasper's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as he glanced at the screen. "So, this isn't just some gas they're testing. They've got layers. They can deploy it in different ways."
Bella nodded grimly. "Airborne, waterborne, pathogen-paired… it doesn't matter. The result's the same. Mass cellular collapse within minutes of exposure."
Jasper gestured toward the logs on the screen. "How do you know this so fast? All this stuff—how do you even read it?"
Bella swallowed, glancing back at the screen. "Because this was my life for years. Every line of code, every enzyme pathway—it's all based on my original design. I spent months perfecting this targeting sequence, building the safeguards to ensure it could never hurt healthy cells." Her voice cracked as she looked away, guilt washing over her. "And they tore it apart."
Edward's hand rested on her shoulder, reassuring. "They might've weaponized your work, but that means you're the best chance we have to stop them."
Bella shook her head, her voice trembling. "They've refined it so much. They're years ahead of where I left off. They're testing dispersal methods now—airborne, waterborne. If they release it…" She trailed off, unable to finish.
"They won't," Edward said firmly. "We're not going to let that happen."
Jasper's voice cut through, sharper this time. "Yeah, but we need to figure out how to take this shit apart. If it's as bad as you're saying, we've got to move fast."
Bella exhaled shakily and nodded, closing the files. "I'll figure it out. If I can reverse-engineer what they've done, maybe I can disable it. But we'll need time and resources."
Edward straightened, his face hardening with determination. "Then we make time. And we get what we need."
The room fell silent for a moment, the gravity of their mission settling over them like a weight. Finally, Alice spoke from her workstation, her voice calm but urgent. "Whatever we're doing, we'd better do it fast. If their timeline is accurate, we've got less than two weeks to stop them. Target location is classified, but they're positioning assets globally. It's big. Catastrophic, even."
"A fucking doomsday weapon," Jasper said, shaking his head.
Edward's jaw tightened, his eyes dark. "And they're setting Bella up to take the fall. If we don't stop them, they'll deploy the weapon and use her 'suicide' as the cover story. All the blame lands squarely on her."
Bella's head snapped up, fury flashing in her eyes. "They're planning to use me as their excuse?" she asked, her voice low and sharp.
Alice met her gaze, her expression unwavering. "That's the plan. Your reputation as a rising star in the scientific community makes you the perfect scapegoat. They'll paint you as the mastermind behind the weapon, then play innocent. It'll give them all the deniability they need."
Bella swallowed hard, the weight of the revelation pressing down on her. Her hands clenched into fists, her voice trembling with controlled rage. "We're not letting that happen," she said firmly. "I don't care what it takes. They don't get to destroy lives and pin it on me."
Edward's gaze softened just slightly, but his tone was resolute. "We won't let them. But to stop this, we're going to need help."
Alice nodded, her fingers tapping quickly as she pulled up a contact list on one of the monitors. "Good thing we've got backup. Emmett and Rosalie are nearby. Now's the time to bring them in."
Bella blinked, caught off guard. "Who are Emmett and Rosalie?"
Alice smirked, a glint of pride in her expression. "Our ace in the hole. Emmett's our tactical specialist—ex-Marine, combat strategist, and the strongest guy you'll ever meet. If you need a wall broken through or a room full of hostiles neutralized, he's your guy."
"And Rosalie?" Bella prompted.
"Ex-CIA," Alice replied smoothly. "She's our stealth and defense expert. Infiltration, counterintelligence, tactical escapes—she can get in and out of anywhere without leaving a trace. When things get dicey, she's the one you want leading you out."
Jasper leaned back, his arms crossing as a faint smile tugged at his lips. "They've worked with us before. When the stakes are this high, they're the ones you want on your side."
Bella exhaled, nodding slowly as she absorbed the information. The addition of Emmett and Rosalie sounded like exactly what they needed, but it also underscored just how impossible this mission felt. "Do you think they'll come?" she asked quietly.
Alice laughed, the sound light and confident. "Oh, they'll come. They live for this kind of thing. You just wait. The second they walk in, you'll understand."
Bella wasn't sure if she felt reassured or more overwhelmed, but the resolve in Edward's and Alice's voices sparked a small ember of hope. If they could bring in these reinforcements, maybe—just maybe—they stood a chance.
"So, first things first?" Edward said, casting a glance around, "we'll need to hit the secondary lab."
Alice nodded, her fingers tapping a rhythmless beat on the table. "It's not just a research site—it's the operational hub. That's where they're housing the prototype delivery systems. If we can extract the data and sabotage the prototypes, we can delay the launch. Maybe even shut them down."
Jasper leaned against the wall, his tone calm but edged with concern. "And this lab? How bad are we talking?"
"Heavily fortified. Armed guards, biometric locks, redundancies on top of redundancies. This isn't a simple breach."
Edward nodded, "Then we plan for it. In and out, minimal exposure." He quickly glanced at Bella. "And Bella stays behind," he added, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
Bella, who had been quietly absorbing the conversation, straightened in her chair, her brow furrowing. "What?"
"You're not going," Edward repeated. His expression was flat and uncompromising.
Bella stood, her hands flattening against the table. "The hell I'm not. This is my fight, too, Edward."
Edward turned to face her, his green eyes narrowing. "It's too dangerous, Bella. We'll handle it."
Her temper flared, heat rising to her cheeks. "You think I'm going to sit here twiddling my thumbs while you run off on a suicide mission? This is my work they're using, my name they're weaponizing. I have to be there."
"And what happens when they put a bullet in you? You think that helps stop them?"
Bella's voice sharpened. "And what happens if you go in without me and miss something critical? I know the lab, Edward. I know their systems, their protocols. You don't."
Edward's frustration boiled over. "You don't understand what you're walking into. They won't hesitate to kill you."
"I know exactly what I'm walking into," Bella shot back, her voice firm despite the fear bubbling within her. "But I'm not just a bystander. I'm the reason this nightmare started, and I'm the one who can help end it."
The room fell silent, the weight of her words hanging heavy between them. Edward stared at her, his expression a mix of anger, fear, and something else she couldn't quite decipher. His hands flexed at his sides, his jaw working as he struggled to form a response.
"You don't know what you're asking for," he finally said, his voice quieter but no less intense. "This isn't a movie, Bella. There's no guarantee we make it out of there."
Bella's voice softened slightly, though her determination didn't waver. "I know. But I can't sit here and let someone else clean up my mess. I need to be part of this."
Edward's shoulders sagged slightly as he exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his hair. For a moment, his gaze softened. Then he nodded, reluctantly. "Fine. But you follow every order. No improvisation, no heroics. If I tell you to run, you run."
Bella nodded, her chest tightening with a mix of relief and apprehension. "I can do that."
Alice leaned back in her chair, her eyes flicking between the two of them. "Good. Because we'll need every edge we can get. I'll start pulling together what we have on their security systems."
Jasper pushed off the wall, his tone light but his eyes serious. "Well, this just got more interesting."
Bella glanced between the three of them, her heart pounding wildly. She'd fought for her place in this, and now, there was no turning back.
Alice tapped on the monitor, zooming in further to highlight escape routes and points of interest. The blueprints flickered under the low light, casting a faint glow on the group's faces. "There's no room for improvisation here," she said firmly. "This place is a fortress, and they'll be ready for anything that looks remotely suspicious."
Bella, her arms crossed, studied the schematic closely. Her gaze lingered on the server room location. "How much time will I have to bypass their network? If their security is as tight as my lab, we'll need more than a few minutes."
Alice smirked faintly, her fingers flying over the keyboard to pull up a secondary diagram. "That's why I'll be there. I can buy you time by diverting their surveillance feeds. You focus on the data."
Edward's jaw tightened as he straightened from his spot near the edge of the table. "And what's the backup plan if we're compromised?"
"There isn't one," Alice said bluntly. "We either pull this off, or we don't walk out."
The silence that followed was heavy, the weight of her words sinking in. Bella swallowed hard, her fingers brushing the edge of the table. The stakes were crushing, but she refused to let them see her waver. "We'll get it done," she said firmly. "We have to."
Jasper glanced at Edward, his usual smirk absent. "What's our timing look like?"
"We breach at 0300. Quiet entry. Minimum visibility. Alice will handle the tech, Bella gets the data, and Emmett and Rosalie deal with the prototypes. We regroup at the north exit no later than 0430."
"And if we're not there by 0430?" Bella asked.
Edward's gaze met hers, hard and unyielding. "We won't leave anyone behind."
Jasper leaned back, his tone attempting to lighten the mood. "Well, no pressure, right? Just another night breaking into a top-secret lab."
Edward shot him a look but said nothing. Alice rolled her eyes, though a faint grin tugged at her lips. "Some of us take this seriously, Jasper."
"Oh, I'm serious," Jasper replied, his smirk returning. "Seriously looking forward to Emmett smashing through whatever poor door stands in his way."
Bella allowed herself a small smile, though her chest tightened with anxiety. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that."
Alice shut the monitor off with a final tap. "All right. We'll head out to my house tonight, regroup with Emmett and Rosalie tomorrow... then we move. Two days, max."