Disclaimer: I do not own anything Twilight related. :)
A/N: Gaaah. I couldn't help it. I tried so very hard to not write this, but it was so damn hard! It was an idea in the back of my head and it kept screaming at me, 'dude, I'm awesome, frakkin use me!' And how can you deny that little voice in your head? :P And yeah, I know that makes me sound a bit insane, but oh well.
I love this idea, and I just couldn't let it go to waste. Has it been used before? I wanna know, but I think it's pretty original. :) I have knack for doing that every once in a while. Alrighty, anyway. I know, I know, this gives me three stories I have to get to updating, but I just HAD to write this, and it honestly wouldn't shut up.
Anyway, I'll ramble more at the bottom.
Oh, one more thing "Mission Impossible" is totally not a James Bond reference. I just...
It fits. ;) Not like James Bond isn't awesomesauce, but you know.
Go ahead and read on! Keep in mind that this is only the prologue, too. ;)
I had one mission, one straight forward, easy mission.
There was no way that it could be misinterpreted this time, and it should be a breeze through, compared to my last ones. I needed this, though, and there wasn't a possibility that I could mess this up. I definitely needed this. I needed to pay my rent and support my 'sisters', and so there was absolutely no way I could screw this up like last time.
Besides, James had already lost some of his trust in me, and I was not going to give him more reason to doubt me. I had weaknesses in the past, it was true, but it didn't matter to me anymore. No matter how brutal this might be, it was exactly what I needed to do. I needed to get this done.
The boots on my feet clanked noisily as I made my way towards him. His lips were pulled back into a sly smirk, a cigarette in his hand as he leaned against the wall, blowing the smoke out of his mouth every few moments. "Cullen," he called out in acknowledgement as I stepped closer, and I simply nodded my head. There need not be any greetings, as we both knew why we were here.
"You know why you're here," he spoke, his tone purely business-like, shrugging his shoulders in indifference. "It's quite simple, actually. You find the girl, you get the information, and you kill her off, simple as that. How you do this, I don't care…sleep with her, if you must." He sighed, and I forced my composure to remain casual, trying not to be disgusted by the words - reminding myself exactly why I was doing this, and why it had to be done, one way or the other. "Either way, Edward, I'm not tolerating any mess ups this time."
I nodded my head in understanding, and he smirked, stepping closer. He reached for me, and I felt myself stiffen, instantly turning to stone as his hand reached for my neck, almost as if he was about to strangle me - in the next instant, he had me flat against the wall of the alley, and I didn't have the strength nor the will to fight back against him. "If you do this right, you'll be rewarded greatly. If you screw this up, though," his smirk turned ruthful, and he pressed me harder against the wall, his eyes blazing with obvious enjoyment, "well, let's just say it's your head."
I tried to get myself to realize the stakes that were now against me, and added another reason why I was doing this to my list. I had to live - if not for myself, then most definitely for them. "Understood. What's her name?"
"Isabella Swan. I'll brief you with a bit more info at a later time, but from there, I'm afraid you're on your own." He smiled, slowly releasing me and he nodded off, dismissing me. "Have a good day, Cullen. I wish you luck." He smirked again, showing all of his teeth. "For your sake, of course."
I made my way back to the old apartment, slowly making my way up the stairs, trying to process the conversation I had just had with James in my head. I knew exactly what I needed to do now, and that I couldn't fail this. With a sigh, I brought the key out of my pants pocket and opened the door to the apartment, smiling at the sight of my 'sisters' lounging on the couch, watching some old movie.
"Hey, Edward!" Alice exclaimed from where she sat on the couch, waving to me. I grinned in return, shaking my head as I came to join them - Rosalie shot me a smile, too, and I turned my head to the screen, though I had no clue what they were watching. I was sure asking would get me a three hour lecture, and besides, I wasn't entirely in the mood to watch a movie.
"How did work go?" Rosalie questioned, speaking again for at least a good few minutes, and pulling me from my thoughts. I smiled weakly, trying not to cringe at the word work - that was hardly what I did.
"It was perfectly fine, thanks for asking, Rose. Everything is going to be perfectly fine, I promise."
I only wished I could believe it myself.
A/N: So, some things to keep in mind, this is all human, so no vamps, if you didn't already guess.
And, as for Alice and Rosalie, that's all explained later on into the story. If I DO continue this one, god, it's got a really whacked plot line I plan to follow...but that's if I get reviews, of course. ;) Who knows? You might all hate it, even though I think it's a pretty twisted idea. And I love it, because it's got a whole lot of potential for a substance-ish plot, you know?
Another thing is, I diiid it. I broke out of the little trend my human Edwards, and a LOT of human Edwards seem to have. I made Edward a bad buy. Not even a BADASS, I'm-failing-Algebra Edward, but a true and blue bad guy Edward. :) C'mon, don't tell me you don't think the idea of Edward wielding a gun, wearing a black trench coat like in all of those spy movies isn't pretty nifty. :P If not, then I must be insane.
Just a little pointless tidbit, I went crazy trying to come up with a name for a title. I know the current on is lame, but deal. :P
Anyway, I really, really, really want some feedback for this, because I realize it's probably a bit risky, and darker than what you're used to from me. So, this time I'm begging for some reviews, just so I know if I'm on the right track or if that little voice in my head is way off. ;)