37. Finish Her!

"What the hell is she doing?!" A middle-aged man, Charles Anderson, watching the camera footage live taken at the restaurant, was frowning so seriously. His sight was growing dim in extreme anger. "Why is she even there?"
The members of the mercenary team that went to ambush Lucien Michaelson did not understand what their boss was talking about. They saw a woman with their target, and by the stand of that woman, even though she was wearing corporate lady's clothes, she was a private bodyguard. She had been the reason they failed all their attempts to take their target.
They were hired to grab the grandson of the feared Lion of the Mafia World. If their task were to take him down, they could have done so in many ways. Blow his car off or take a snipe shot in many positions possible, but since they have to get him alive, they have to get close, very close, to do their task. And they have never failed in their jobs as miserably as the way they had today ever before. They are considered top-notched, high ranker mercenaries. Okay, they may have failed once or a few times before, but not this way, not within the same day. And never had they ever had any of them taken down alive by their opponents. Some of their men that were caught off guard at the restaurant earlier had to take the cyanide capsule and kill themselves before the opponents got the chance to interrogate them. Torture is always a losing battle for them, so to avoid such, they are ought to swallow poison. They carry cyanide capsules every hit gig they get themselves into. In such a way, even if they are captured, they won't be useful to their enemies. It is as important to them as carrying their weapons.
But today, one of them went missing. They could not find the body no matter how they tried to find him. They just hope their man in the hands of his capture is already dead and threw him away being useless.
"Did you get a good look at her?" the boss asked again.
"Yes, but we haven't seen her before. She must be hired from somewhere else," the team leader of the mercenaries answered.
"Next time she interferes, make sure to finish her!" The boss roared in a fury. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, boss!" The remaining men answered. Four of them died today—one missing. Only seven of their team are left.
"Get me your target before within twenty-four hours!" The boss huffed in rage as he gave his orders, driving the mercenaries out of his office.
The seven men left right away, hearing the time limit they had to do their task. The man who gave them orders has their family in his hands. They will have to do as he says if they want to save their family. They have tried to conceal everything about their private details, but the old scumbag still found a way to hold them in their neck. Some are sons or daughters. Others were parents or siblings. Some are just innocent persons of interest. They have to hurry if they want their family safely out of this greedy man's grip.
Inside the office, Charles Anderson made sure he was alone, and no one was listening to his conversation with someone over the phone before he made his call.
"Jack!"
"Yes, Father?"
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?!" The furious man felt his anger intensify. He did not want Jack calling him father, though they are indeed father and son. He publicly denies his son because he did not want him to get caught in the middle of his cramped and crooked life. He treated him like a slave and meanly, but just in Jack's eyes and in front of everyone else to solidify his claim that he did not have any son or child of his own.
He even registered Jack's birth certificate with his mother's family name to conceal his identity. They were not married, so there were no legal documents that connected them. He didn't even know he had a son. Jack was sent to him when the mother of the child was dying from illness. He was inwardly happy when he confirmed Jack was his son, but fear also sprouted in his heart. In his world, having a family is a curse. For him and for anyone involved or related to him, Charles took Jack in like he took Brianna in his home. Brianna was trained to be a living weapon. With her natural talents and quick learning response, she became the top among the top in the game. She wasn't recognized by the mercenaries Charles sent to get Lucien because she never came out in the open during her gigs with her real face. But what he saw on the surveillance footage today was no mistake, Brianna. She became so good. She became unbeatable that even by being attacked twice in a row, in the same day, Charles Anderson's men failed.

Jack, on the other hand, is good at Information technology. That is how Charles makes a connection with his son. By ordering him to do things to lighten his loads of work. Having him around makes him able to access the internet and surveillance cameras of establishments he wishes to invade their privacy, just like the scene at the restaurant earlier.
"Sorry, boss," Jack Fraser politely answered.
"Why the hell is B protecting Lucien Michaelson?" he asked with his jaw clenched in great annoyance.
"I don't know either," Jack answered with reluctance. "All I know is she went for an interview to be his Personal Assistant before that accident you told me about."
He had been looking for her for a few days now. He waited for her at the LM Building, hoping she would talk to him after work. But he never saw her until today during lunch break time. But to Jack's utter surprise, she seemed to have ignored him. Like she didn't know him at all. He tried to communicate with her through glances, but she was busily guarding Lucien Michaelson as they walked out of the building towards a vehicle waiting for them, Lucine and Brianna. He couldn't tell if it was part of her act to pretend she didn't know him in front of Lucien Michaelson, but Jack felt weird. This case had never happened before.
"She didn't contact you yet?" Asked Charles Anderson.
"I am wondering about the same thing, why she hasn't reached out to me till now," Jack Fraser spoke in a daze. He was and is really worried about her. "Could it be that she was caught, and now she is under their control?" He voiced out his thoughts. He fears for such a thing to occur, but as he can see, she is ignoring him for a reason. Good or bad, and whatever that reason is, he cannot rake his brain for even a wild guess.
"You know her more than anyone else," Charles barked. "Do you think there is anything that can control B, in any way, like any way at all?"