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I would tell you, but then I'd have to kill you and I dont want to do that, now do I?

Bella is really Special Agent Swan, of the CIA. She's called up on a case, but the Cullen's find out. Bella needs to tell them of her past life and adventures if hse wants to help out her friends and the agency on this case.


3. Chapter 3

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Bella’s POV

“What is it, Adrianna?” I demanded, annoyance coloring my voice. Adrianna was part of my division and one of my very best friends. We often went together on jobs. She had long, wavy, jet black hair that cascaded down her back in a dark waterfall. She had brown eyes like me, only hers looked black if you really studied them. She was from Spain, she was originally in there enforcement, but they transferred her to the states to work with us and train newbie’s. She had an accent that added to her exotic nature, as well.

“Well, color me surprised. Bella answered her phone.” Her voice rang through the receiver. I smiled to myself at her greeting. She was right; I rarely answered my phone since my arrival in Forks. “I was going to leave you a message.” She continued.

“You don’t need to leave a message. You’re talking to the real thing. What’s wrong?” I asked. Adrianna wasn’t a phone person and certainly never called to just chat.

“Why does something have to be wrong? Why can’t I simply call my best friend, whom I haven’t seen in, hmmm, how long? Nearly two years, perhaps?” she pointed out, casually. She was right, again. We hadn’t seen each other in two years and I really did miss her.

“I know something’s wrong, Bethany called earlier. Is my jet here? I want to be there as soon as possible. I cant have you guys cracking this case without the star agent, now can I?” I asked, amused. Adrianna and Bethany always teased me, saying I was the star agent, because I was always the one to solve these cases.

“Well, aren’t you a bit full of yourself? Yes, Bethany sent your jet right after you two hung up. It should be in the Port Angeles airport in about an hour. I was calling to tell you to bring Lucky. You’ll need her.” She warned me. Lucky was my gun. It was silver and I used on every case like this. After the first case, when I shot down a drug dealer in two seconds flat, Bethany named it Lucky. She never let me go on a mission without it.

“You got it. I’ll see you tonight. Try not to miss me too much. I’ll be home before you know it.” I laughed, as I hung up on my friend. I had known Adrianna since I was fourteen, when I started training to become an agent. She was nineteen, a year older then me. She was my mentor for the longest time.

I turned back to the Cullen’s to apologize for taking a call while I was talking to them. It was incredibly rude of me.

Alice’s POV

I felt a pang of jealousy when I heard the girl call Bella her best friend. I was Bella’s best friend. Not this Adrianna girl. It was the battle of the A’s. I didn’t want to share Bella, but this girl had known her longer.

This was so much to process. Bella, my human best friend, a Special Agent? It was so overwhelming. But I guess this was how Bella felt when she discovered our dirty little secret. Ours was bigger in secrecy, but hers was so hard to believe. It’s a bit easy to understand us being supernatural, what with the speed and agility, but Bella? No, I never expected this, nor did I ever see this in a vision.

Bella had just apologized for her poor manners, answering her phone on us. Esme brushed it off, more concerned with her occupation. I too was curious, as I’m sure everyone else was.

As soon as I thought this, a vision cam through…

Edward’s POV

Who was Lucky? An animal, perhaps? No, it couldn’t be, we would have smelt that. A toy, a stuffed animal, if not a real one, maybe? I hadn’t seen any in her room, but I didn’t find that briefcase or cell phone either.

“Who is Lucky, Bella?” Jasper asked, seemingly knowing my curiosity. She bit her bottom lip, nervously. Honestly, she shouldn’t be this fidgety; she just told us she was a Special Agent in the CIA.

“Well?” I pressed, when she didn’t answer. She shot me an irritated look, but I ignored it.

“Well, Lucky is sort of my gun.” She said quickly. I assumed that she was hoping we wouldn’t make that out, but vampire senses, remember? And a gun? My innocent little Bella, carrying a gun?

“A gun?” Rosalie echoed. Bella nodded, looking at her feet. I could tell that she was frightened because of how we were taking this. I assumed she thought we would judge her in some way, now that we knew.

I was about to comfort her when Alice spoke.