Chapter 154: Chapter 154

"If only I can, I want this Clayton of a devil driven out to hell!" Sam scoffed. "My mind and my heart are willing, but my body cannot follow what commands my mind can conceive. It's such a shame," she added.

Since Brianna got into the room, she opened her mouth to speak for the first time.

"Do you have a plan?"

Sam paused. She gazed at Brianna for quite a while. Sam could not deny the confidence in the young Peters' tone. She was somehow taken aback. Sam knew Brianna Peters as a smart child. But Sam did not know how this girl grew up. She checked Brianna like a profiler and tried to read the girl's personality. In Sam's eyes, she can see a fierce-spirited girl who is willing to do anything to achieve a goal she had set herself into doing. But aside from that, Sam could not tell anything else. So she asked.

"Where were you all this time? You were too young when everything happened, but I am not going to doubt if you say you can remember them. But you could not have seen much. You weren't with your mom and dad when they got ambushed and died fighting for their lives. How did you grow up?" Sam asked with obvious curiosity that her questions stormed Brianna.

Everyone listening, Lucien, Jack, and everyone else, was nervous at how B would take such a question. They all know how Brianna hated the fact that she was fooled and made to believe lies along with the endless pain and suffering. Her dreadful days of training were fueled with hatred and anger, and asking such a question might bring back ugly memory and ruin Brianna's mood. But as Sam did not know anything, she was calm as she waited for Brianna's answer.

Brianna reached for the cup of tea.

She did not drink, but she stared at it, tracing the lid with her index finger like she was asking her reflection on it of what to say.

While Brianna was quiet, Jack was busily digging every information along with everyone in the IT team, checking the authenticity and deepening the detail of everything they heard from Sam and told Brianna everything they had found.

"The camp under Charles Anderson's operation was one of the camps Sam had mentioned. Charles Anderson or Lawrence Duncan is an ex-Marine under Clayton, appointed to manage and supervise a training facility, but instead of an army, they raised mercenaries," Jack reported.

Brianna checked the scent of the tea then stared at it again after.

"B, I am sorry to say Charles Anderson's mission was to raise the best assassin to take Leandro Michaelson down. A target they have been trying to take down but has failed until now," Jack stated with shortened breathing. Brianna could hear Jack drinking water. He must have taken his meds to calm his emotions.

Lucien was preparing himself to answer the question in the most casual way possible. He did not want to offend Anna, which may happen if he makes a wrong choice of words. That was not something he was planning to do. The mere thoughts of offending Anna were already making him tremble. Doing it, purposely or not, would be his demise!

"I guess I was in one of those camps you have mentioned," Brianna shrugged her shoulders as she answered Sam.

"So, are you here to finish me?" Sam asked casually, eyeing Brianna. "But if you are, I am sure you wouldn't have wasted time listening to me. So, which side are you on? And what lies were you told to believe?"

Sam chuckled helplessly. She was not sure if Brianna was still a piece of good news or the opposite.

"I don't even want to imagine how lethal you are as an assassin," she murmured.

Brianna took a sip of the cold tea in her cup. She saw the fear in Sam's eyes, and she wanted to assure her that Brianna was not here to harm the lady she came to meet. Sam received the message Brianna was trying to convey, so she exhaled deeply.

"Tell me then, how can I help you?" Sam also took a sip of her freshly made tea.

"I am what you think I am. But I was told that Leandro Michaelson killed my family, so I focused my hatred and revenge goal on his head. I just realized lately that I was being played. They want me to kill someone who had nothing to do with my family's tragedy. The Michaelsons, by the way, this is Lucien, the only grandson of Leandro Michaelson, are helping me find justice for my parents and grandparents' death. But we did not know who our enemy was. In our search for justice, we dug up old records and memos, also notes and every clue, that is when your name and phone number popped out," Brianna answered. Her temperament changed. From being distant, she spoke with familiarity.

Sam was astonished to realize that Brianna came with a Michaelson. The grandson whom Leandro is well known to be protecting with everything he has, although the extents of his capabilities were still unknown. She moved her wheelchair to check her surroundings outside. She could not see anything, but Sam was somehow sure her place was heavily guarded. The Michaelson's men would surely bring their best weapons to protect their young master.

Sam smiled. She was inwardly thankful for her guests.

"Do you know the person in charge at the camp you were sent to?" Sam asked.

"I knew him as Charles Anderson, but we found out his real name is Lawrence Duncan. Do you know him by any chance?" Brianna asked.

"I heard he had some disagreement with the other high-rankers in their group and declared independence. He did not continue his alliance with Clayton. But I have heard he became the most well-hired mercenary agency in the market," Same replied, but she was shocked when she realized what Brianna had just said.

"You mean, you were trained under Duncan?"

"Sort of. He drove me to hell, back and forth. But he is now lying in bed, still unconscious because I shot him an inch to his heart," Brianna replied while shaking her head. "Maybe I had enough of him and gave him a warning."

"Well, I'm just surprised. He hated your dad, Colonel Peters, ever since they became rivals in many achievements where Colonel would always get applauded and accredited, unlike him. He must have driven you nuts like crazy as hell," Sam frowned.

"At least now I know why he hated me so much," Brianna scoffed. "So, do you have a plan?"

"If you can hack into his schedules, I am positive you can easily find the best chance to take this scumbag, Terrence Clayton, down, anytime you think is possible. How far can you shoot with a long gun?" Sam asked like they were just discussing something so ordinary.

"Three thousand yards," Brianna answered.

"How many men do you have to assist you?" Sam asked again.

This time Lucien replied before Anna could say anything.

"As much and maybe more than she would ever need," confidence was in his tone, but Sam could sense that it was there not to boast but to assure Sam that Brianna is not alone, now short of a hand to help her do whatever she deemed to be done.