43. Grateful and Hateful

Brianna seemed to know exactly where to go and hunt her enemies. She swiftly arrived at a neighborhood where no one would ever have even the single doubt that a group of assassins for hire are living like every ordinary individual in the community. She parked her car from a distance and waited till dark covered the place. She cannot barge in with a clear view of her, walking into the building. As she waited, she also tried to familiarize herself with the possible ways she could make to enter the place of her target. 
It was a five-floor building. The first floor is a convenience store. The rest of the floors were studio-type rooms for rent according to the signage on the front wall of the building. But Brianna doubts that the room for rent sign is just a front, or maybe, it's an old signboard that these assassins did not bother to remove when they got the place for themselves. 
Brianna paused for a while.
"Why do I seem to know so much about them?" She asked herself.
"Maybe they have been my enemies for a while now..." She also answered her question.
Had they not tried to shoot at her, Brianna might still have thought that they used to be colleagues. She had been their comrade. They went on missions together. That is why she knew so much how they were going to attack. She knew what could be found in their mouth for a poison. Although she failed to realize that they would carry a small self fatal bomb in their bodies, it could have been checked if Brianna prioritized interrogating the captive. 
But even if she did not realize they aimed to shoot her as she protected Lucien, these assassins did not recognize her face. They would still take her down if she kept blocking their way on their mission. 
They cannot identify Brianna's identity according to her moves because the Boss B that they knew will never work for someone against them. Her clients come from the same person these assassins receive theirs, Charles Anderson. Her face was also different. They could not connect the dots that they were dealing with their comrade who lost her memory temporarily. 
Brianna was still gazing at the building when a car stopped in front of it, and a man in his middle ages got out of it. He walked into the convenience store, and after a while, he walked towards the side of it where the stairs were, leading to the upper floors. 
"I think I know that man," Brianna uttered. "Who is he?"
Brianna tried to remember, but no matter how hard she racked her brains up, she could not find his data in her memory. But her emotions seemed to recognize him. She doesn't like the man. She hates him. But she is also thankful to him. 
"Damn it! How can you hate someone you are grateful to?" Brianna knocked her head in confusion. "It doesn't make any sense. You can be grateful but not hateful at the same time!"
But her emotions are not wrong. She used to be grateful to this man, Charles Anderson because he took Brianna in when her parents died. She was an orphan with no close relatives in the area. She was too young to realize that if she waited until the authorities came to find her in their home, she would have been sent to foster homes for adoption and live a relatively normal life, just like every other girl. Because the very next day, she was trained. She was like a mouse who was put into a trap and had to escape from it alive. Injured or not, Charles did not care. She just had to meet the goal, the goal to survive. But every after success, her training level became even more difficult to the extent of it becoming almost impossible to achieve. But Charles would feed her with hatred to survive and succeed. He would remind her how her parents died and how she needed this training to execute her revenge. Starting from her young mind, she was grateful to him, but as she suffered so much hardship, she also hated him. 
There were times when Brianna would want to give up, as she almost died from the last course of training she had had. But Charles would nag at her, anger her, and demand her never to waste his effort of training her throughout the years. He even said that he would just shoot her in the head if Brianna gave up, so she surely dies. Charles told her that she is useless if she can't even avenge her parents' death, so she should just die. She was only nine years old during that time. 
She got scared at Charles' threat. She also wanted to find justice for her parents' untimely death. She fed on that thought to survive her daily training. She was not sent to school, but she took the homeschooling program. Her time was spent on both studies and training. No fun, no party, no normal life for a young like her. She only found a friend in a boy who lived along with her in the same house a year after Brianna was taken in. But as of now, this friend has no face in Brianna's memory.
When Brianna felt it was safe to walk to her enemies' lair, she brought the bag and casually walked to the next building of her target. It was also residential property. She had been observing which homes were empty. She will pick its lock, get into the rooftop and move to the building next to it, her target if she needs to. Or she will answer she lives in any of the empty houses if anyone asks her. As if she just moved in, hoping the one asking is not the building owner and, better yet, if no one would ever ask her anything because she might have to knock them off.
Tatum and his men were not aware of where she was going, but they were pretty sure she wouldn't walk into her target's place through the front door, so they watched her every step carefully.
"Do we have an eye on her now?" Asked Tatum to the man in control of the drone they sent to watch her closely. He was seated up front, so he could not see the camera's monitor held by a man behind him. He also needed to watch the place with his own eyes, so he gave the task to monitor her by a camera to someone else. 
"She is heading to the rooftop," the guy answered. "Fuck! The door closed too quickly. I lost eyes on her," he grunted.
Tatum used his night vision binoculars to check if he could see her.
"Send another drone," Tatum ordered. "I can only see her head with these binoculars. We need to see her moves exactly."
There are many buildings around the area. She might be moving from rooftop to rooftop, but they will not know if she is going to the right or to the left side of the building she is standing in now. The drone was on stand by so it was sent off quickly. 
"Watch closely. But never make her feel bothered," Lucien's voice appeared on their earpiece. 
He was watching with them with uneasiness the whole time. He could not take his eyes off the monitor.
Brianna left only an hour after lunch, and it was already dark. He knew he needed to do some paperwork, and Vicky called him a few times to ask about the matters that required his utmost attention, but he just could not leave his seat in front of the monitors. Lucien asked Enzo to send a man to get his files in his office so he could do some of them while monitoring Brianna and their men on a mission, but he ended up not doing even a quarter of what he was supposed to do. He was ecstatic and worried at the same time when he saw Brianna walking with the bag she brought with her out of the car to a building nearby.