I don't own human target. I only own any characters you don't recognise.

I know the truth now I know who you are

And I don't love you any more…

"Hello" I answered the phone whilst brushing my jet long black hair.

"Hey B its Chance"

"What do you want Chance" I replied putting down my hair brush.

"Listen I need you in on a case there's a privet jet waiting for you at Gatwick."

"Alright see you soon"

I hung up the phone and carried on doing my makeup. I put on black eye shadow and black eyeliner and red lipstick. My hair was straight so I got up and I put on my leather trousers a black tank top and a black leather jacket.

I started packing.

I picked up my bike keys and my helmet and headed out locking the front door.

Sanfrancisco

"Guerrero" Chance shouted

"What dude" said Guerrero

"I need you to go collect B from the airport."

Guerrero's eyes widened and rushed out the door.

"What was that about" asked Ames as she leant against the door frame fixing her brown eyes on the older taller man.

"You will see" shrugged Chance as he walked away.

I landed in Sanfrancisco. As I got off the plane I saw my bike waiting and my dad leaning against it.

"Daddy" I shouted as I ran up and hugged him.

"Hay dude" he said into my hair as we stood there and hugged.

I got onto my bike as he got into the Eldo and we drove off to the den.

I got into the elevator with my dad and then stepped out to see Chance and two other women there.

"Chris" I shouted as I ran up and jumped on him.

He laughed and hugged my back.

"Chris?" asked the two strange women at the same time

"Dad who are these people" I asked Guerrero.

"This is Ilisa Pucci" he said pointing to the older woman who had a business like expression

"And this is Ames" he said pointing to the other one

"Hey, Wait did you just say Dad" asked Ames in disbelief

"Hey I'm B, Guererros Daughter" I replied smirking at their shocked looks.

"Well let's get comfy, and you can tell us all about yourself" said Mrs. Pucci

We all sat on the leather sets as Winston came in.

"What's happ- oh no here's trouble" he said smiling at you

"Winston" I shouted hugging the taller man.

"my name is B, I live in London, England, I am 28 years old and still remain at 5'5 in height, my dad is Guerrero and my mum is dead, any questions?" I asked.

"What job do you have" asked Mrs. Pucci

"Let's say I followed my dad, you really don't want to know" I replied.