Update time! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rosetta's POV I sat in the large white room holding onto Brandon, scared that they were going to pull me away from another person I cared about. I waited with him, my eyes wide and darting around the room. The room was so much like the room they had tried to question me in. I was large, had few chairs, and a one-way mirror. "Rose, why are you freaking out?" Brandon asked. "Memories. Bad, bad memories," I replied, pulling myself closer to him. "Nothing is going to happen while I'm here," he smiled, kissing my forehead lightly. I smiled, laying my head on his shoulder. He put his arm around me, making me feel safe. We waited like that until a door opened. We sprung apart as if nothing happened. Michael came in along with an older man with white hair that was receding. "Rosetta, it's good to have you back, my dear," he smiled at me. I furrowed my brow, not remembering him. Then it hit me, a reminder of what had happened years earlier. "Mr. Davies?" I asked, smiling slightly. "Indeed. It's nice to know you remember me, dear. Now, I think it's time we get down to business." He turned off the light as Michael sat down next to me, taking my hand lightly. I tensed, soon to relax as Mr. Davies turned on a projector, the white light flashing quickly. "Now, Rosetta, dear," he started, "only you will be able to kill Mrs. or Mr. Cantrell." "Wait! You found out their name? I worked for them for five years and I never knew their name!" I exclaimed. I turned to Brandon, who seemed as shocked as I was. "Did you know?" "No. I always thought I was just computer programming. Like at the warehouse where we met, just electronically programmed voice greeted you. Not a person," he replied. "That is because they have used a voice masking program to keep their identity a secret. The only reason on why we know their name is because we monitor phone conversations," Michael explained. "Now, Rosetta, you and Brandon here can get to them by killing the on thing that matter's most to them. Frankly, we have no idea on what that asset is," Mr. Davies said. "I do," Brandon said suddenly. We all turned to look at him, shocked. "Cantrell has a child. She's young and goes to the school in Bakersfield. The only reason on why I know is because I saw her once. A few years before I met Rose." "How young?" Mr. Davies asked. "Now she's nine, maybe ten," Brandon said. "Then Rose could probably get to her, easily. I know it would be considered kidnapping, but it is the only shot we have." "Then let's get this shit over with," I said, smirking, happy to be finishing what I started. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kidnapping! Such a fun scheme... Muh hahahahahaha! Also, this will be my last update for the day.
Got the update done! Here it is! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brandon's POV I sat in the car out side Bakersfield Elementry, waiting for school to get out. Rose was acting as a substitute teacher in little Vanessa's class. It was quiet, silence so peaceful, you could live in it forever. Finally Michael broke the silence, causing me to remember he was there. "Where will she be coming from?" he asked. "East door, the one we are waiting at now," I replied, looking back at him in the rear view mirror. Suddenly I heard bell ring and children's laughter. I turned to see children running out of the school, running for their parents. I saw a young girl with blond hair holding Rose's hand as they came towards us. "She's gorgeous," I heard Michael say. "I know. And you better keep your damn hands off her," I growled, watching them. Rose had her long, dark hair in a bun, so unlike her. She looked like she had worked there for her whole like, the way she seemed to talk to the children. Her black skirt swayed with her walk as she came towards us. She pulled off the glass that she was wearing and opened the door, letting the young girl get in the car. Rose got into the passenger seat next to me soon after she shut the door for the young girl. "Who's this?" I asked, smiling. "This is Vanessa Cantrell. You know her parents, right?" she asked, smirk hidden in her voice. "Of course. Hello, Vanessa," I smiled at the young girl. "Hi! What's your name?" Vanessa asked. "I'm Brandon. And that's Michael," I said, pointing behind me. I started the car and drove off to the CIA. Michael and Vanessa started a conversation as I drove. Rose smiled at me as I parked the car, watching Vanessa look for her parents. "Where's my mom?" she asked. "You'll see her, soon," Michael said, unbuckling her seatbelt and picking her up in his arms. He got out, ignoring her protests to be let go, including the punches and kicks she threw at him. The plan was in progress. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~