Chapter 110: Chapter 110

"I finally got you," a baritone voice spoke from a distance. "Tie them up!"

The sounds of combat boots walking closer to Brianna would have been too loud, but as the blast still deafened her, she could faintly hear them. Even the sound of the voice that gave the orders came funny to her ears. It sounded like someone who breathed in a gas-filled helium balloon. She almost laughed, but when she looked at Tatum, who seemed dead after the blast, she wasn't sure if he was hit by anything or if he had just lost his consciousness. Brianna could not laugh. Their situation wasn't funny at all. She did not resist, even when she could calculate her moves positive for her to make a hole and disappear. She was worried about leaving her company behind. Tatum Elliott is one of her comrades already since she allowed him in. He became one of her responsibilities the moment she agreed to have his presence around her in this mission. And because of that, Brianna cannot move recklessly and leave the man behind while she secures her own safety.

"Is he dead?" Asked the same voice again.

A man moved closer to check Tatum's pulse and answered the man asking.

"He is alive."

"Take him. We can find what good he is for us when he wakes up," the man answered.

As if they knew Brianna very well, they did not use simple-to-break kinds of things to tie her up. They had her in chains of her hands and feet. Brianna smiled sarcastically. These people were after her. They just used her team as baits. Not directly to make it less obvious and make her walk into their trap, but she can see through their plans right now.

"Do you really have to do this?" Brianna asked as she was helped to stand and ordered to walk.

The guy who stood to lead the team of her enemy chuckled as he moved not too close to her reach.

"Yeah, Bitch! Oh, I mean, B...itch!" and he roared in a peal of victorious laughter. "We can't take you too lightly. It's not easy getting you into this trap," he said in between his hoots of a laugh. "You never fail to remind me," the man removed his thick dark glasses and showed his ugly-looking eyes. One had an x mark on it with an artificial eyeball.

"Put that back on. You are awfully ugly without your shades," Brianna sneered. She was nonchalant, and it irked the guy, but as he moved closer, he seemed to realize something and moved a step back.

"You are tricking me to get close so you can grab a hold of me, right?" he angrily replied.

Brianna laughed louder. Her laughter sounded so sarcastic, but she feigned innocence.

"Hey, with how you have me tied, you are flattering me. Don't you know that?"

But the guy seemed to know her too well. He was convinced not to take his guard down. Even with her connections with her team removed and destroyed right in front of her, they are not to underestimate her capabilities to take them down or disappear into thin air if they even blink. Giving her a tiny chance will fall to be the biggest mistake they would make and fail their mission. To get the unbeatable "Great B" into their hands and present her to their big boss, who is waiting somewhere in the building right now.

"Now walk!" the guy pointed his gun to Brianna and ordered. Then he turned to check if the guy with B was able to walk on his own. "Drag him until he wakes up and walks in his own," he added, pointing his mouth to Tatum Elliott.

Tatum was already awake. He was actually awake the whole time. He just pretended not, hoping they would leave him behind. But since he was taken with them, he could not make his state known.

Soon they were brought to a room—an expansive room with nothing but things used to torture a person. Brianna did not need her memory to realize what kind of room she was brought into and what purpose she was here for.

She sighed and shook her head in frustration. She felt like whatever was going to happen here was not something she was going to go through for the first time.

And she was right. This very same room had been part of her youthful years in life. Charles Anderson told her that to endure whatever the enemies might do to her, she has to get used to them, and through practice, constant practice, she will be able to withstand anything they would do to her as their torture techniques.

"Don't you want to tell me whatever it is you want to say or ask whatever it is you wanna ask me and avoid this useless torture thing?" Brianna turned to the glass mirror.

A man spoke through a microphone and confirmed Brianna's assumptions. Someone was behind that mirror. Although it only showed the reflections from inside the room, she was in. She knew within her that it was a two-way mirror.

"I want you to pledge your loyalty to me. What do you say about that?" a manly voice in his middle ages answered Brianna.

"You want my loyalty, but you are hiding behind the mirror?" she spoke with exceeding mockery. "Are you all as ugly as this one here next to me?"

"Watch your tongue!" the guy next to Brianna roared. "You've said that word twice on me already."

"Ahh! So you're counting, huh?" Brianna scoffed. "If you're bold enough to trap me, tie me up, and plan to torture me, you should have the balls to face me, the lest," she added. "If you are trying to convince me to work for you, you should know a little about me. And I do not do well with these kinds of blind arrangements. I will put my life for anyone I believe deserves it. How confident are you I won't pull the trigger in your direction if you dare play these games with me?"

Brianna was more than a hundred percent confident that whoever was behind this needed her expertise. They are desperate, so they will not do anything to injure her and compromise her use for them. She became bolder. She was not scared to die, and she wouldn't let her life end so lamely without a fight.

The man behind the mirror realized what Brianna was trying to point out, so he walked into the room where Brianna and Tatum Elliott were sent and still in. Tatum was carefully listening to their conversation. He started to pretend he was gaining consciousness when he heard the door open. Tatum heard someone brought a chair in, and the man sat on it with his legs elegantly crossed, one above the other. Lying on the ground, Tatum slowly opened his eyes.

Lucien was on the way to rescue Anna. They have the same monitor with what Leandro was keenly watching ever since they heard the conversations through Tatum's hidden mic. It was visible, but as it only looked like a tiny piece of earing pierced into the triangular fossa area of his left ear. The monitor was still blank, but since they could hear the conversation, Lucien and Leandro fixed their eyes on the screen. They were hoping, somehow, Tatum would regain his consciousness and look around him.

Tatum was wearing a set of contact-lens cameras, serving as the eye for the Michaelson's. What he was looking at appears to be what could be seen on the screen in the control room.

"Come on, Elliott!" Leandro was too eager to see whose voice he was listening to talking to Anna. It sounded familiar, but he could not make any assumptions. He needed to see the face. He first saw the ground as Tatum started to open his sight slowly. But when he looked up, and the man sitting on a chair showed on the screen, Leandro cursed.

"That son of a bitch!" Leandro was almost shaking in great anger.