Everyone hates Michael... I wonder why... But first an update! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rosetta's POV I walked to the white room Vanessa was in, slipping into the room, not wanting to hear the conversation between Rebecca and Mr. Davies. "Mrs. Mitchells! What's happening?!" she asked, throwing herself into my arms. "Oh, Ness, don't worry. When this is all over, we'll figure out what to do," I smiled. "But, where's my mother?" "Your mother is actually a criminal, sweetie. I'm sorry to tell you this, but she is. I know you can't believe it, but it is true." I looked into her grey eyes, seeing the gleam of tears. "But, my mother never told me-" "Criminals don't like to get the ones they love in this. Your mother loves you, so she didn't bring you into this." "But-" "But nothing, sweetie. You have a dad, right?" "He is on vacation. He is on a ship for six months. He left four months ago." "Then, when he comes back, you will live with him." I smiled at her, trying to cheer her up. "But..." "But what?" "I want to live with you." I smiled at her, giving her a big hug. "I have to go. You be good for the nice men and women, okay?" "Okay." I walked our of the room, smiling at her as I left. I walked back to the room everyone was waiting at. I took my time, not wanting to rush. Brandon's POV I watched Rose slip out of the room as Mr. Davies dial Rebecca's number. We waited quietly as the ring from the speaker echoed through the room. "Hello?" we finally heard. "Rebecca Cantrell. You must be the ex-boss of a couple assassins," Mr. Davies smiled. "CIA director, I presume?" she asked, a smile in her voice. "Yes, it is. And guess who has that sweetheart of a girl." "You do." "Correct. "Look, I suggest you give her back to me. At the Bakersfield abandoned soap warehouse. Meet me there with my little girl. Then nothing bad will happen. Meet me there at midnight. Tomorrow night. And I want Rosetta and Brandon to bring my little girl. No one else. And no weapons. Just defenseless." "You must be defenseless too. And it must be just you arriving at the warehouse. Agreed?" "Agreed." "Excellent. I'll send them." Mr. Davies hung up the phone, turning to me. He smiled at me, nodding as if he knew what I was thinking. I suddenly saw Rose come back into the room, unaware what we had heard. "Time to pack up and get ready," Mr. Davies said. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Boring, I know. But what did you notice in Rosetta's POV?
THE ROOM IS WHITE!!! THE LITTLE GIRL LOVES HER!! HER LAST NAME (MIGHT BE FAKE) IS MITCHELLS!!! SHE DOESN'T WANT TO HEAR THE PHONE CALL!!! MAYBE BECAUSE SHE FEELS BAD FOR THE LITTLE GIRL!!! IDK!!
Not what I was aiming for. But concentrate on the last name. It has something to do with a certain fellow in the story.
Rose had better not have gotten married -.- Lol i had no idea where that came from I'm in a weird mood today.
Because the little girl assumed they were married, since Brandon's feelings for Rose are kinda obvious. It's really cute.
Because she secretly loves him, she just doesn't want to admit it to herself or him because they've been friends soo long.
Here is an update. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rosetta's POV I sat in the warehouse, guns in hand. I looked over at Brandon, seeing the machine gun in his hand. I felt tight with the bulletproof vest on, as if I was wearing a small shirt. I looked over at Michael, his guns in his hands. We waited, waiting for Rebecca to come through the door. I checked to make sure all my daggers were still strapped on. There were daggers on my arms, legs, sides and in my boots. I put my guns in their holsters, grabbing my sniper rifle. "Don't be so jumpy," Brandon whispered. "It's hard not to be," I whispered. "I can't help thinking that you or Michael is going to get killed!" "Relax. No one is going to die." I nodded and took a deep breath. I watched the door quietly, hearing cars approach the premises. I stood along with the rest of the group, gun ready. The door suddenly burst open, revealing many men with guns. I smiled, ready for the fight. "Brandon and Rosetta. And the rest of the CIA. How pleasant," I heard a female voice say. "So you must be the bitch who sent Brandon and I on those ruthless missions," I said, watching her walk out from the crowd. Her blond hair was pulled up out of her face, "Rosetta, darling. How are you? It's only been a short time," Rebecca smiled. "Oh, I'm fine. But you must know, that I have learned that your shit got too ****ing old and that you are a bitch," I said, smiling happily. "Really? Then... ATTACK!" she yelled as men came running towards us, shooting at us. Time for the real fun to begin ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You wanted Brandon to kick some ass, right? He will soon! >