Not yet... Really, it just dragging... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brandon's POV I walked to the table Michael and Rose were sitting and talking at. I carried the coffees as I walked, careful not to drop or spill them. Finally, I sat down and gave them their coffees, taking a sip of mine. "What were we talking about?" I asked them. "Joining the CIA once again," Rose murmured. "Why?" I asked. "Well... You know what I told you this morning. And that has made me think about what I am doing. And the CIA is allowing me to come back and live in peace and in the middle of nowhere if I kill our current boss," Rose said, her black eyes looking into mine. "What's in it for me?" I asked cautiously. "Same as Rose. You can do whatever you wish but all you have to do is help her kill your boss," Michael said, looking at me expressionlessly. "What if something happens to me or Rose?" I asked. "You will be buried in a private reserve. And if only one of you die, the other will be buried in the same area." "Anything else?" "Just that. Next to the other finishing the job." I sighed looking at my coffee. I glanced the table, seeing their hands interlocked. My eyes narrowed, turning my head looking at them. They looked at their hands and Rose pulled hers back, sending me a sorrowful look. I nodded lightly at her, then sighed. "What if you die?" I asked Michael suddenly, making Rose gasp. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I will make sure he kicks some ass. Later on though. Soon, but not yet...
I HOPE MICHAEL DIES A HORRIBLE DEATH AND THAT ROSE WILL BE ALL LIKE OH I LOVE YOU BRANDON! I really do hate Michael!-.-