Isabella Swan has the best sister ever. Wanda Swan is a spy, she was trained in Australia and taken in by S.H.I.E.L.D. where they not only taught her combat, but gave her serums that would turn her into an enhanced. She continues to work for the gov...
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(Outfit for first part of the chapter)
Bella's p.o.v.
Yesterday, I had to stay home because the pain was too much for my body to cope with and Wanda had to help me control my new founded power through meditation and closing off the power until I could access it myself without losing it. I finally did it and I was able to go to school again.
Today we're also leaving for the mission and catching a plane to Moscow, Russia on one of the government's private planes. We're dressed into clothing where we can blend in, courtesy of my sister since James has no clue of what fashion is, since he lost turned up to school in a suit, it was her responsibility to organise that.
We were now currently sitting in the plane, going over the mission for the last time before the plane lands. James is sitting next to me and Wanda infant. Both of them hate this mission more than anything.
Honestly... I can't help but laugh.
"I still can't get over the fact that you two are married. That's like gross and..." I began but my cousin looked at the wedding band in his hand that the boss gave him. Well, gotta make it believable.
"Shut up, before I shut you up."
"James, she's just trying to lighten the mood. And excuse you, at least your 'wife' is extremely sexy, isn't that right Bella?"
"Yep, very sexy." We all laughed and went back to what we were doing. I kept thinking about all the outcomes if this ends badly. Will I get kidnapped? Will my sister or cousin get hurt because of one of my mistakes? What if I'm not good enough? WHAT IF ONE OF US DIES?!? I thought to myself, forgetting Wanda could hear my thoughts.
"Bella, you are good enough! You just gotta believe in yourself! If you can do that, nothing bad will happen, trust me, you aren't giving yourself enough credit." She smiled and James hugged from next to me, wrapping an arm around my waist.
I nodded my head and grabbed a random book from Wanda's bag. Reboot by Amy Tintera (a/n read the book, it's amazing guys). The character Wren is almost exactly like my sister; scary, emotionless, amazing at killing people. The only thing that isn't like her is the fact that she rebooted since she didn't... I think, I mean that would explain the dangerous look in her eyes, and her not even thinking twice to shoot someone between the eyes.
Anyways...
"Mr, Miss and Miss Swan, the plane is landing. Welcome to Moscow, Russia." A voice said over the speakers and we fastened our seat belts, getting ready for us to touch the ground below.
*time skip brought to you by Caius flossing, whipping and nae naeing*
One Week Later
"Mr and Mrs Bishop, we have something for you to do for us!" One of the Russian leaders of the mob said. What could he possibly want?
It has been a week now since we landed in Moscow, gained the trust of the Russian Mobsters and got them to accept us into their 'missions' and 'jobs' to get want they wanted. But they didn't know that they were getting false information since we cut comms and said the 'enemy' did it or gave them replicas of the objects they wanted.
"Whats that?" James asked. Bella walked into the room seconds later, hair curled and pinned back with blue contacts in. She really did look more like our cousin than me.
"We need you two to go to a dance competition and steal an item from the dressing rooms backstage. One of the other contestants has it in a draw in the makeup section. Find it and bring it back to us. Go prepare, now."
We exited the room, Bella grabbing my male relatives hand in hers and James placing his other hand on my lower back, leading us out to our quarters.
This'll be fun.
*Time skip brought to you by Benjamin becoming a weather reporter and creating natural disasters to get more money to buy a Jeep*
We were prepared to perform and Bella was backstage swapping the item as they weren't aware she was there with us, because the idiots didn't check security footage other than where we were. I grabbed James' hand we prayed that none of us would get hurt while performing before we got on stage.
Dance Because I can't describe anything (ignore the judging other than the perfect score):
*Time skip brought to you by Caius on Britain's Got Talent "It's a no from me, fuck off before I suck you dry!"*
"Ok, the usb stick should be in the third dressing room in the forth desk drawer..." I stopped listening. I already knew where it was, I just couldn't wait to blow up the damn building those bastards soon the intercom where they were in.
"Got it," James answered and he stuffed the fake in his pocket.
Bella and I had arranged a plane to come pick her up early and send the real information to our side while James and I cause trouble. With one flick of my wrist, I could so much damage to the group of men in the mob that they wouldn't even realise what happened.
We exited the building, running for the exit. As the plane had arrived at the airport about to miles out from the studio. "We need to hurry, steal a car or something, I don't know. Bells got all our stuff packed and everything. Let's go!"
"I'm coming, James! SHUT UP ALREADY!!!!"
"YOU SHUT UP!"
"NO, YOU SHUT UP!"
"GET IN THE DAMN PLANE, NOW!" We saw Bella yelling at us. She lifted her Hand up and used her new founded powers to lift us up and through the door, letting James close it before we flew off. We sat down in the chairs on the private aircraft and I grabbed a glass of red wine and poured some in three glasses for us all and proceeded to pass them out to my two companions.
"I can't drink this, and neither can you and James..." Bella started but I cut her off.
"It helps boost my energy, just drink it, it'll help."
"Fine!" She took a sip and smiled contently. She sculled the drink next, James tried to warn her but the next thing we knew, she was running towards the bathroom and began vomiting in the bathroom.
"This is going to be a long flight, gosh," James laughed, but I knew he was right.
"You got that right," I agreed. Then we heard the speakers after an hour and a half.
"Miss Swan, Miss Swan and Mr Swan. Please sit down and buckle your seatbelts, we are landing in Seattle. Thank you for your service."
