Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

Atonement

By BetterInTexas

Chapter 19:

Connolly POV

We landed in Chicago with an hour to spare. A clean cut guy with shaggy hair, wearing a tee shirt and blue jeans walked up to me on the tarmac.

“Special Agent Johnny Utah. FBI. Are you Connolly?”

What the hell?

“Your name is Utah?” I asked, not quite believing him.

“Yeah. Why?”

“Nothing. I just… really?”

“Yeah. It’s my name bro. What’s the problem?” Uh oh. He was getting upset. Should probably focus on the mission at hand.

“No problem man. Just think it’s a cool name.”

“Glad you approve dude. Let’s go. It’s a twenty minute drive to get to Wrigley and the gates open in an hour.”

“No. They don’t.” I told him in my best authoritative voice.

“Man, that’s what I said, but my section chief doesn’t want to give in to terrorists.”

“We aren’t giving in! We are stopping them.” I told him as I walked with my team towards the SUVs waiting for us.

“Hey, I just got here. I’ve only been on anti terrorism for a few weeks. Just following orders bro.”

“If I shoot your section chief would the next guy in line agree to not open those gates till the terrorist are dead?”

He laughed until he saw I wasn’t.

“Uh… I don’t know?”

We loaded in the van and I asked Utah for his phone and the name of his section chief.

“What do you want Utah? Did the grunts land?”

“Yeah. This is Jason Connolly, the chief grunt. Listen up and listen closely. Your life depends on it. This is a military operation now. The gates to Wrigley field do not open until the bad guys are dead and the bomb squad has removed their vests. I see any of those gates open, I hold you personally responsible. That means the President holds you responsible. You fuck this up and you will be sorting mail in the secretarial pool. We understand each other?”

“You can’t talk to me like that. I’m a god damned section…”

“I don’t exist.” I told him truthfully.

“What?”

“I don’t exist. My team is so black ops we make regular black op teams look white. I don’t exist. Meaning if I have to, I will kill you and I can’t even be charged with murder since you can’t charge someone who doesn’t exist. We understand each other?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would. You keep those gates closed and stay the fuck out of the area. I got your man Utah if I need FBI help. If it gets bad enough that I have to resort to calling you guys shits done gone bad anyway.”

“This is my…”

“I’m not repeating this again.” Tom handed me his Ipad. “You live at 16457 Hollister Dr. You want to die at night in your sleep or you want a chance to say a last prayer?”

He said nothing.

“Hello?”

“I’ll keep the gates closed and my men back.”

“See? That wasn’t hard, was it?” I ended the call and handed Utah back his phone.

“He’s probably going to be pissed at me.” Johnny said.

“What did you do before you came here?” I asked him, making conversation.

“Bank Robbery Division in LA.”

“You like this?”

“It has it’s moments so far. Like this one. I miss the surfing though.”

“Of course you do. You got the files?”

“Here they are.” He handed me photos. Photos of all suspected terrorists in the Chicago area. I passed them around to my men, looking at each one before I moved it down the line.

“Scan these into your portables, men. We see any of these guys we shoot first and ask questions later. Head shots only, back of the spine if possible. One shot, one kill men. We can’t give them an opportunity to get to a detonator, probably in their sleeves. It’s seventy eight degrees. Look for anybody in oversized jackets or people that have thin faces and legs and larger mid sections. From what Garrett says these bombs will probably eject ceramic pellets. Those in the blast radius won’t be the only victims.”

“Sir what if we see one but not the others? We don’t know for sure how many there will be. If we take one down the others will detonate.”

“True, but the first shot will hopefully cause people to scatter. We are going to have to do the best we can. People on the street will be spread out to an extent with multiple escape points. We let them in that stadium with people packed inside and limited exits shit is gonna go bad quickly. You see someone let me know and I will check it out. Once I give the kill order take em out.”

“Yes sir.”

“Any other questions?”

“Positioning?”

“I will be on top of the stadium along with Scarecrow and Joker. We have primary sniper positions. The rest of you will be in surrounding buildings. Utah will tell you where when we get there.”

“No one on the ground?”

“Yeah. Animal and Pit bull. They will have vests on in case things don’t go well but we know those don’t protect that well. So let’s lookout for each other. Kill bad guys, go home alive if possible. Got it?”

A chorus of yes sirs arose. We were normally a pretty loose unit until it came to missions. Then it was time to get serious.

“You were talking about my name?” Utah whispered.

“Code names.” I told him.

“You always go by code names?”

“They do around outsiders and on missions.”

“What’s your code name?” He asked grinning.

“Sandman.”

“Oh… any reason why?”

“Yeah. My second year on a Seal Team we infiltrated a terrorist camp in a Middle Eastern country where hostages were being held. We were afraid gunfire would cause the terrorists to kill the hostages. I snuck in after dark and sliced the throats of 15 terrorists. Not one of them made a sound. Since then my code name has been Sandman. I put fuckers to sleep. Now we got to focus. When we hit the ground let my men know where to set up and then leave.”

“I’m staying on the ground.” Utah told me.

“You don’t have a vest and we don’t have one for you.”

“I don’t care.” He retorted.

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Your funeral.”

We pulled up to Wrigley and drove into a service entrance. Hopefully not many people would see us. Our guys were dressed civilian except me and the two going up with me. Still though…

“I got home plate side. Scarecrow take third base side, Joker first base. Stay low. I don’t need a panic in the streets too soon and seeing a sniper would definitely cause a panic and tip off our targets.”

I watched them hustle to their positions and took a deep breath.

This was bad. Too many civilians roaming around. Unknown targets carrying bombs. The chance of this coming off without casualties was remote. People were going to die today. The key was minimizing the damage.

Still though, this was going to be a bad day. I hope the others have better luck. At least my targets are human. Same with Ty and the English guy. Bella and Garrett… I hope they are okay. They just found each other. Call me a romantic but I would hate for them to lose each other this soon.

Time to get frosty. I got enemies to kill.

Ty POV

“So this is where it’s gonna go down, fun size?”

“Yes. Fifteen minutes.” Alice confirmed. I was putting a lot of faith in a fortune teller. But I suppose I didn’t have much of a choice. There were 31 casinos on the Vegas Strip. No way even the four of us could take them all. I doubted there were that many Cells that could cover them all. That meant I had to rely on her to tell me which ones to go to. Police had been alerted. So had all the Casino security agents. Still though, I had a feeling these guys were going to come packin heavy. Considering what happened to London and almost happened to New York, these fuckers were comin with more than standard roscoes.

“What’s on your mind home boy?”

I turned to look at the blonde motherfucker who needs to die already. I should have left Clive here and I could have gone to the FBI office to coordinate with them. Still the idea of being in on the action was too good to pass up. Clive seemed satisfied with killing Amun. This shit wasn’t close to over though.

“Home boy? I’m thinkin about how a sweet little lady like your woman got stuck with a buck tooth fuckin idiot like you. I mean seriously why not that Eddie dude? He got nice hair. What you got? You got fucked up hair. I mean you got some serious Mississippi trailer park hair goin on.”

“She likes my hair. Least I got hair.” He mumbled.

“Bitch please. When you got a dome as hot as mine you can’t cover this shit up. You though? That is some fucked up shit. And why you walking around lookin constipated? Humans bother you that bad? You’re freakin people out. I need to put a muzzle on you?”

“You’re an insecure son of a bitch ain’t ya?” Asshole answered.

“Nope. I am incredibly secure. I just speak the truth. I guess in vegie land ya’ll live in denial. But home boy you got to grow up and get over this blood lust. You gonna wind up hurtin some little cheerleader in school.”

“We don’t do that anymore. I mean go to school. Not since Bella…”

“Good. Glad you fuckers learned something.” I said truthfully.

“She loved him, you know? They were very much in love. That doesn’t just go away.” He told me.

“Yeah. When she was an innocent 17 year old romantic stupid kid she loved him. That ain’t her no more. She ain’t innocent. She’s seen and done things man. Shit that changes you. She may not be much older but she is an entirely different person. Least from the one she told me about. That girl could never love your boy again. She ain’t gonna be a part of your family. The girl you knew is gone. The woman she is though is something else. Amazing. And she ain’t got no interest in you all.”

“We will see, won’t we?”

“How bout I just kick your ass? We got about ten minutes. Shouldn’t take that long.”

“I think you are out of your league boy.” He told me all serious like.

“That right? You been in a fight since 1936?” I was kinda curious.

“What?”

“Your last battle was in 1936 in Mexico. Last battle you fought before that Peter guy pulled you out.” I informed him in case he forgot.

“How the hell do you know that?”

“We’re the government man. We know everything. Reason I was askin is cause you sound pretty damn sure of yourself for a guy who ain’t been in a fight for at least seven decades. Me? I train everyday. So do Gar and Bella. We train against each other. We have equipment that makes us stronger, faster. It’s what we do. So I’m wonderin when you take into account your power of bein emotional and my power of making your insides twist and your head to explode why the fuck you figure you can take me?”

“I fought James.” He replied, sounding unsure of himself.

“Bella tells me Eddie ripped his throat out and you, the big idiot and your little lady took him together. Overkill ain’t it? Our little group, once of us can take multiple vampires. Bella took out four newborns on a fucking airplane and didn’t even crash the fucker. She killed an eight foot demon with wings on her own. You guys needed the three of you to kill one pony tailed motherfucker?”

“Uhh… what equipment? Where do you guys live?” He asks, like I don’t notice him changing the subject.

“Don’t worry about it. That shits top secret and you ain’t got the clearance. Point is you know and I know that I will kick your fuckin ass so why don’t you back off, for you embarrass yourself.”

“Excuse me? Are you Special Agent Jules Winnfield?”

I turned and saw a guy who was trying to blend in but had bacon written all over him.

“Yeah. This here is my partner Leroy Duke. What ya got?”

“Officer Nick Baker, LVPD. We have officers surrounding all the entrances. Nothing yet. I understand there is to be a black out tonight when the main force hits casinos and we don’t know what casinos?”

“You got it.”

“So what do you want us to do?” he asked.

“You see somebody with a big gun ice the fucker.” I told him. What the hell did he think he was supposed to do? He walked off and I was left with cornbread.

“That brings up another concern. If cops are all around how exactly are we supposed to take these guys down? Knock em out?”

“No. Shoot the fuckers. Here ya go.” I handed him an extra piece I had under my jacket. I gave Tiny the one strapped to my ankle.

“You want us to shoot humans?” he asked, apparently disbelieving.

“No, I want you to wait until one of them gets a paper cut and then turn them into a happy meal in front of a thousand tourists. Yes you gonna shoot the motherfuckers. Cept for one. One I need to talk with. Get some intel. Then I’m gonna shoot that fucker too.”

“You’re going to kill him? Don’t you have to arrest him? I mean he has rights.” Alice pointed out.

“Yeah he does. He has the right to take his murderin ass back to where he came from and not cause no damage. He walks in here fucker is dead. Probably gonna be in a lot of pain before he dies. This is war people. If ya’ll ain’t go the stomachs for it go home. I ain’t got time to be dealin with shit.”

Hee haw didn’t say anything. Guess he can chew on that for a while. Alice however chambered a round and flipped the safety off. That’s what I’m talkin about.

“Little hottie, how much longer until we can begin shooting people?” I asked her.

“It’s time.” Alice said quietly. I looked up and didn’t see anything. Maybe she was…

Fuck! An RPG just came in through the front door. I caught it and broke it in half falling on top of the explosive end. Damn blast nearly lifted me up. The damn casino crowd was screamin. Now they were rushing the entrance.

I fired into the air. They screamed louder but ran in the opposite direction at least.

I heard gunfire outside.

Cops were firing semi autos. The bad guys must be the ones firing the fully autos. Time to get involved.

I walked out to see what looked like at least ten terrorists standing in the street sprayin gunfire into the 5.0. One bad guy just went down. I turned and saw Mr. Whitlock Cullen Hale fired the shot. Not bad.

Alice appeared behind one and knocked him out. Another pulled a RPG launcher from behind the van and fired again towards the casino. I caught it in the air again. This time I turned the fucker and tossed it right back towards him. In the chaos nobody saw it. The cops were all behind cover getting sprayed. Least till that RPG blew up their van. Only a few were left standing. I shot two and Jasper shot one.

The gunfire went away. Only the sound of burning bitches filled the air.

“What happened?”

I turned and saw it was Officer Baker.

“Motherfucker fired an RPG that blew up in the launcher. The other broke when it hit the ground. Must have took some of the blast radius out. No casualties inside.”

“It blew up in the launcher?”

“Yep. I bet it was Russian. Fuckers should have bought American.”

“We have a prisoner.” Alice told me, dragging the one she knocked out.

“We will place him in our holding cell…” Baker started.

“No you won’t. FBI takin this fool. Thank you for your help. He’s comin with me.”

“But…”

“He’s comin with me.” I told him one more time.

“What happened to your shirt?”

I looked down. My damn shirt was burned away and my overcoat was in shreds. Fuck it. I ripped off the Jacket and shirt.

“Got a little hot inside. It’s all good. Body like this shouldn’t be hid anyways. Agent Tiny? You think you could take Mr. Baker’s cuffs and we can get this gentleman to a spot where his rights could be read and he could have an attorney appointed to him if he so wishes?”

“Uh… yeah.” Alice said, dropping the guy to the ground and taking Baker’s cuffs.

“We will be in contact in the next two hours with the names of the remainder of the targets. If we are lucky maybe this guy will give us the hideout and we can avoid anymore drama on the Strip. I’ll be in touch.”

“Don’t worry Agent Jules. I’m pretty sure this guy is going to feel like bein real truthful.” Jasper told me.

Time to see if Mr. Hale can be good for something besides attacking little girls with papercuts. I wonder how Bella is doin?

Bella POV

This was so damn awkward. Damn I couldn’t wait to land in LA. We would be at a FBI field office that had been cleared out for our use. It had a lab and the ability to hook up to our satellites. It also had space unlike this helicopter so I could get away with Garrett.

I was afraid this might be awkward and it was. I thought it would be tense and I was right. What I didn’t expect was that the tension was not between Garrett and Edward but Garrett and Carlisle.

“So all these years I thought we were friends you were just spying on me? On my family?”

“Get over yourself Carlisle.” Garrett told him.

“You could have told me! You could have trusted me. You know I have never harmed a human.” Carlisle countered.

“You were Volturi.” Garrett told him. Ouch. He went there.

“I left them.”

“You and your ‘cousin’ Eleazar. He was Volturi as well. You weren’t just Volturi, Carlisle. You were on of the top dogs. Aro’s golden boy. I bet if that fucker were here you would be calling him old friend and kissing his pasty ass.”

Yeah. Garrett was getting angry. I rubbed his hand but it didn’t seem to help.

“I am not a part of them. But have you considered what would happen if they found out? They would come after you. I don’t care much about that, as it stands now, except you have brought Bella into this.”

“He didn’t bring me into anything Carlisle.” I spoke up. I make my own decisions.

“What are you going to do then Garrett?”

“I could have the Volturi destroyed at any time. I keep them around so I don’t have to police the vampire world. If the time comes that their usefulness is at an end I will see them destroyed.”

“You and what army?!” Carlisle practically screamed.

“I don’t need a fucking army! I never have. Do you have any idea of what kinds of enemies I have fought and destroyed, protecting this country?” Garrett practically screamed back.

“No I don’t. Because until today I didn’t know that witches and demons existed. Maybe if you had told me I could have helped.”

“You were Volturi. You couldn’t be trusted.” Garrett said once again.

“So you spied on me instead?”

“I wish I had watched you closer. I could have been there to protect Bella when you left. Instead she had to rely on teenage shapeshifters who did not have the experience to keep a human being stalked by a deadly vampire alive. That’s what this is all about, isn’t it?”

“What is?”

“Bella. You are pissed she chose me over your family.”

“You should have told me!”

“She didn’t want you to know!”

Maybe I should say something.

“You told her parents! You didn’t ask. You just did it. But not me? Why not Garrett?”

“Because fuck you Carlisle. That’s why.”

Okay.

Wow. That escalated quickly. Edward continued looking out the window not saying a word. Esme was holding Carlisle’s hand and rubbing it, the same as I was doing to Garrett.

“Look, can we all focus on what we need to do here? At some point this helicopter ride has to end. I mean it just has to, right? So what happens when we hit the ground, Garrett?”

Garrett took a breath and looked away from Carlisle who still hadn’t formulated a response to Garrett’s reasoning.

“When we get to the field office, Carlisle can check out the med lab. There is a biological weapons room in there as well. You should have everything you need in case the virus, whatever it is, gets out. Bella and I are going to Stone’s. Edward and Esme, you are welcome to come with us but only Bella and I go in. You don’t know what you are dealing with and I don’t have time to train you. If Bella hadn’t already fought and killed one I would be worried about her going in there. But she knows what she is doing.”

Edward nodded. Esme looked concerned.

“Neither of you have to go. You can stay with Carlisle.” I pointed out. I didn’t want them to get hurt. Garrett believes this demon is tougher than the one I fought in New York. If that was true…

“I am coming. We will stay outside until you tell us to come in Garrett. But we are coming. I need to read his mind. If he won’t be taken alive then I doubt I will have much time to do so before one of you cut off his head.”

“Excellent. Bella your sword will be waiting for you at the office.”

“My sword? You got me another sword?”

“Another one?” Edward asked.

“Yeah my first one got broken in half in the last demon fight I was involved in. There will probably be demon dogs there too. Seriously, jump back Esme, if these things die around you. The ash and smell is nearly impossible to get out of your hair.”

“I got you a Katana blade this time Bella. It should hold up better.” Garrett told me.

“A Katana? Isn’t that a thinner blade?”

“Yes but much better for slicing a head off.”

“It will be snapped when I try to block a strike.” I argued.

“Bella, it was made by Hattori Hanzo.” Garrett said with a grin.

“You got me a Hanzo?” I whispered. I had seen Ty’s. It was beautiful.

“Yes. Hattori told me if you should come across God in your journeys then God will be cut. Francis said this is blasphemy and to not tell you that.”

I kissed him. I didn’t care who was around. He never once tried to talk me out of confronting Stone with him. He wouldn’t go without me. That meant more than any I love you he could say.

We landed with no more conversation, thank God. A driver picked us up and took us to the field office. It was small on first appearance but most of the rooms were underground. I changed clothes throwing on a black shirt, black leather pants and a black leather jacket. I strapped my sword to my back and placed two Beretta 9 milimeters to my shoulder holsters. It was time.

Thirty five minutes later we were in front of Stone’s mansion. The front gate was open. No security was around that we could see or smell.

“I hear no thoughts, Bella.” Edward told me.

“Listen for my call Edward. If we need you we will call you.” Garrett told him.

“Will you really Garrett?”

It was a good question. I looked at Garrett deciding to stay out of this.

“Yes. I won’t take chances with her life.” Garrett told him looking Edward in the eye.

“Thank you. Good luck to the two of you.”

We walked slowly up the drive.

“It’s too quiet Garrett.” I whispered. “You think he is home?”

“Only one way to find out. Watch your back.”

I had to tell him something before we went inside.

“I love you. You know that right? These past two months with you have been the best of my life. I just want you to know that.”

Garrett stopped and turned towards me.

“Bella they have been the best two months of my life as well. But don’t get sentimental on me. We have a lot more years ahead of us. Nothing is going to happen. Get mean Bella. I need the woman who killed werewolves and newborn vampires and a flying demon in a Church. That woman here?”

“Yeah. I’m here and ready to kick some ass, lover.” He leaned down and kissed me gently. Then harder. He finally pulled back without a word and we walked together to the front door. I looked at him and he nodded.

Garrett kicked the door in and we were quickly in the living room.

“It was open. You didn’t have to break it.”

I expected to hear a man’s voice. Instead I heard a female voice. She was standing on the stairs. A beautiful woman with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes dressed in a simple white long dress.

“Where is Stone?” Garrett asked.

“He’s here. We have been expecting you Garrett. You and your friend. I understand you are not afraid of much. No regrets in you according to Bernard. What about your friend? Any fears in that pretty little head of hers?”

Regrets? Fear?

Suddenly she was gone and I was surrounded by darkness.

“Garrett?” I can’t see.”

“Bella can you hear me?”

“Yes.”

“She is a witch Bella. She cast a spell. It’s okay. You are okay. I’m right here with you. Just listen to my voice.”

“Kill her already!”

“I can’t yet. She ran upstairs. Just relax. I have to break this spell or get you out of here.”

“It’s just my sight. If…”

I stopped talking. There were people here. I was surrounded.

“Garrett? Do you see them?”

“See who Bella?”

I looked at their faces. Oh no. It was them…

“No…”

“Bella she cast a spell to bring your fears to the forefront. It is all in your head. No one is there.

“They are, Garrett. It’s them. They are all here.” I whimpered.

“Who are you seeing Bella?”

“The people I killed Garrett. The ones I fed from. All 38 of them Garrett.”

The woman in the wet suit walked up to me. Her neck was bent at a strange angle. Just like I left her.

“Hello Bella Swan. It is so good to see you again.”