"Oh my God, oh my God, Oh my God" Anderson almost shrieked as his heart pounded faster and the roaring his blood been pumped faster hammered his ear. "Sir this is not possible, Williams never misses a target."
"Correct and this time Williams didn't miss either. " Braham dropped a picture on the table before Anderson. "That's who got killed. His name is Duke Ferdinand, a rising Hollywood actor, whose career Isaac helped boosted with his connections, threats and blackmails. It's obvious now that Isaac never trusted the dons one bit. He suspected that assassination attempt will be carried out on him but he wasn't sure of how it will happen.
"He told the actor to stand in for him. With carefully crafted make up, the actor looked exactly like Isaac. So he was the one who got killed at the meeting. Isaac took this step for two reasons, he wanted to be safe in case the dons betray him. Secondly, he wanted a means to expose them to their plans and attempt to kill him. With that he can unite the numerous smaller crime cartel under him to oppose the dons. Making deals and presenting offers too tempting to be refuse, he intend to have all of them working for him, which will make him the top man of all the remaining crime cartels in California after the five dons and their families are eliminated. "

"That slippery son of a bitch, Isaac is much more dangerous than we ever anticipated. "
"That he is and more two. I'm sure he knows that to achieve his goals, many people will die, lots of them innocent ones. He is just to vicious and vile to care. " With a more control state of mind, Braham sat down. " Other part of the problem is in other to create the necessary chaos for his plans to succeed, Isaac will quickly broadcast the fact that his is alive, which will make the dons feel betrayed by Williams. He wants to make sure a war will exist between Williams and the dons even if any of them don't want it. While Williams and the dons fight it out, he will be at a corner to reap the rewards.
"I'm afraid if something isn't done before these whole shits starts to fall, California will be in the list of places not to visit in the coming months. "
After the silence between them got too oppressive for them to bear, Anderson spoke up. "What do you think we can do sir? "
"What readily assets do we have within the area that can immediately be deployed? "
"I will need access to my system in other to check that sir. "
Braham nods, stood up from the chair to make way for him. Anderson quick came to the other side of the desk and what he saw shocked him. He noticed that his system was already powered on. Someone have bypassed all the safety security password he had used to lock down his computer and accessed classified files in them.

meneski:
pls has someone seen pamelB?

I'm here. Is it my turn already?

He felt cold shivers flowing down from his brain through his spinal cord to his feet. The only person with enough clearance to have done this is standing right behind him. Anderson cautiously turned his head to look at his boss. Braham was staring back at him with a silent look that spoke volumes. Then it hit him, his boss had accessed his computer before he got to work so as to view all his secrets. If Anderson has been involved in anything shady or against the regulations of S.A.T.A.N ,he would already be dead by now. And the look his boss gave him made him realized his boss wanted him to know that he hacked the computer and view all its classified contents and also to make him aware that he is also under regular surveillance. In S.A.T.A.N no one is trusted.
He took slower breath and allowed his nerves to calm down.
"Sir I think we have four accets that can immediately be deployed. "
"Who are they? "
"The first one is Boris Vladimir, an ex Spetsnaz and a former field operative for GRU, Russian Military Intelligence. He sort asylum in the US after killing his commanding officer who tried to arrest him because he wanted to marry his daughter. He is a specialist in the use of small arms, also an excellent marks man.
"Next is John Keira, a good spy, on loan to us from MI5. He had served well in the elite unit of the British SAS, then under MI6 and MI5. He is an expert in explosives, burglary and opening complicated safes. He is also good at all kinds of martial art combat
"Third is Adrea Jember, a negress, an Ethiopian by birth but she grew up mostly here and in Africa. She had served her country as an agent of the NISS ,the Ethiopian NATIONAL INTELLIGENCE AND SECURITY SERVICE . She was a good agent until a honor issue had made her fled her country for ever. She is good at infiltration and competent in the use of bladed weapons.
" Finally we have Ethan Carter, a member of the CSIS, the CANADIAN SECURITY AND INTELLIGENCE SERVICE. He was an exceptional officer of the ROYAL CANADIAN MOUNTED POLICE, before he was employed into the intelligence service. He is a good and charismatic leader. A profiller and one of the best investigator in the mounted police. "

wao!!! is all i could say for this beautiful piece of art

" OK that will do for now. Will be uploading to you mission's briefing, then I will also be authorizing your requested mission package. It's a free pass son, ask anything you want and it's yours, well except a space shuttle that is. "
"Thank you sir. "
" And one more thing, I want you on the field for this one. You have to coordinate this from the front line. I want real time Intel on this mission. " his face somber as Braham said, "Do your best not to fail this mission son. "
"I will do all I can sir. "
"There's already a Gulf Stream aircraft fueled and ready at Allen C. Perkinson Blackstone Army Airfield,to take you, your team and equipment to anywhere you want to go. "
" OK sir. " just then Anderson's phone buzzed, a call was coming in. When he checked the screen, he grimaced but felt like a stone just smashed his heart.
" Is that your Missus? " asked his boss.
"Yes sir."
" Ready to let her go yet or you still want to keep her waiting for you to grow some balls and start acting like someone with some responsibilities?"
"I don't know sir."
"You better darn make up your mind on time son. " Braham came and put his hands on his shoulders. "She is a good woman, they don't come any better than that. It will be sad to let her slip from your fingers. Think about it "
"I will sir, " he said and meant it. The phone continued to vibrate, but he didn't answer, this is not the time to speak to her, this job needs haste. He will just send her a text saying he loves her. That should be enough for now till he gets back. If he ever gets back.

End of chapter 3.
Whew! That was intense, now I'm free from the OPs obligation. Someone else can try and clean up the mess I made with the story( I'm apologizing in advance to the next writer, forgive me for the mess, just try and clean up after me)
Well it's been fun. Time for me to get a soda and pop corn and watch the rest of the story

wow wow wow
apollux is d bomb. dis new agents sef sounds deadly. dat ethopian lady wil b d bomb. hmmmm d next writer has a lot of cleanin up to do really. thumbs up boss

hmm i jez dey observe

"Third is Adrea Jember, a negress, an Ethiopian by birth but she grew up mostly here and in Africa. She had served her country as an agent of the NISS , Where in Africa at least a name of a country to work on. Apollux

New Bad ass being introduced

"
Name: Boris Vladimir, an ex Spetsnaz and a former field operative for GRU, Russian Military Intelligence.



Name: John Keira, a good spy,
He had served well in the elite unit of the British SAS, then under MI6 and MI5.



Name: Adrea Jember, a negress, an Ethiopian an agent of the NISS ,the Ethiopian NATIONAL INTELLIGENCE AND SECURITY SERVICE .


Name: Ethan Carter, A member of the CSIS, the CANADIAN SECURITY AND ROYAL CANADIAN MOUNTED POLICE.

wow wow wow...what else can i say? Apollux we really thank you for the update, you have indeed shown us the stuff you are made of. Please everyone one this thread one word for our initiator, Apollux ...thank you once again... Now every scene is open for updates, pamelB the pen just got thrown on your script.

Please we need more writers...inviting reasonable and matured writers is accepted, please do send dem to me for their numbers...... I just thought about this a few seconds ago. How about an un prepard writer exchanging number with a prepard writer? But can only be done once. But if you guys feel its not important,then we stick to the initial plan. Our writers wayasay?

meneski:
wow wow wow...what else can i say? Apollux we really thank you for the update, you have indeed shown us the stuff you are made of. Please everyone one this thread one word for our initiator, Apollux ...thank you once again... Now every scene is open for updates, pamelB the pen just got thrown on your script.

Thanks initiator

pamelB we are waiting.

May u guys no dull dis thread ooooo.........miss pamelB where are u come and update oooo. We are waiting for u o

Apollux:
End of chapter 3.
Whew! That was intense, now I'm free from the OPs obligation. Someone else can try and clean up the mess I made with the story( I'm apologizing in advance to the next writer, forgive me for the mess, just try and clean up after me)
Well it's been fun. Time for me to get a soda and pop corn and watch the rest of the story

I'm glad u knw that u did me wrong. I've gone through d story and sorry op, I can't do this. It's confusing. Third writer will have to start

adedolapo189:
May u guys no dull dis thread ooooo.........miss pamelB where are u come and update oooo. We are waiting for u o

not coming

PamelB:
I'm glad u knw that u did me wrong. I've gone through d story and sorry op, I can't do this. It's confusing. Third writer will have to start

does that mean you are out?.... Is there not a place you can write on? Take a closer look pamelB...please dont spoil the fun. You can do it. But if your answer is the same let me know in tym pls....thank you *within him self* i thought she could kill the topic?

BIAFRABUSHBOY ARE YOU SEEING THIS?

BIAFRABUSHBOY ON THE MORROW NO UPDATE FROM pamelB, will you take control?

She's right meneski. Remember she said she's gonna write a soft part just like I did. He ended it on a tough ground. So my humble suggestion is let another action writer continue. Introducing softs at this point may ruin the fum. Let the second writer be an action person too but she tone down the beats for us. If not,some of us will find it difficult to write

meneski:
BIAFRABUSHBOY ARE YOU SEEING THIS?

I will read through and drop mine.

EvaJael:
She's right meneski. Remember she said she's gonna write a soft part just like I did. He ended it on a tough ground. So my humble suggestion is let another action writer continue. Introducing softs at this point may ruin the fum. Let the second writer be an action person too but she tone down the beats for us. If not,some of us will find it difficult to write

I didn't want to get involved in this, but at this stage let me chip in something. Writing is ur personal creativity, you don't have to write what people want you to.
I noticed pamelB is not an action writer but she doesn't have to write action parts. Let me give some examples.. ..
I left so many parts of my narratives open, they are areas she can explore. Anderson is a married man with issues with his wife. Presently before he left, his wife was calling, he didnt pick the call but promised within himself to send a text message. She can pick up from there, maybe start with the wife thinking her choices or he forgot to send the text because there was no time. The next writer can bring in the daughters too. Remember I didn't give their names.
Also Williams and his partner have a kind of relationship iI did not fully specify what kind it is. She can work on that and build whatever she feels like in that angle.
Also among the new character I introduced one of them is a female, Andera. She can also explore that angle too. Maybe she was on a date or having issues with her bf/husband when the call for the assignment came. She might even decide to say something about the honor issue that made her exile her self from her home land.
The truth: there are so many directions the story can flow to all it needs is a little imagination and creativity

now we are back on track right pamelB?

Apollux:

I didn't want to get involved in this, but at this stage let me chip in something. Writing is ur personal creativity, you don't have to write what people want you to.
I noticed pamelB is not an action writer but she doesn't have to write action parts. Let me give some examples.. ..
I left so many parts of my narratives open, they are areas she can explore. Anderson is a married man with issues with his wife. Presently before he left, his wife was calling, he didnt pick the call but promised within himself to send a text message. She can pick up from there, maybe start with the wife thinking her choices or he forgot to send the text because there was no time. The next writer can bring in the daughters too. Remember I didn't give their names.
Also Williams and his partner have a kind of relationship iI did not fully specify what kind it is. She can work on that and build whatever she feels like in that angle.
Also among the new character I introduced one of them is a female, Andera. She can also explore that angle too. Maybe she was on a date or having issues with her bf/husband when the call for the assignment came. She might even decide to say something about the honor issue that made her exile her self from her home land.
The truth: there are so many directions the story can flow to all it needs is a little imagination and creativity

oga, you ended on a hard note. Full stop. To b Frank, I found it difficult reading all because I just couldn't read through. I'm not quitting though, when it gets to where I can chip in, I will.

Peace

mhizgap:
"Third is Adrea Jember, a negress, an Ethiopian by birth but she grew up mostly here and in Africa. She had served her country as an agent of the NISS , Where in Africa at least a name of a country to work on. Apollux

New Bad ass being introduced

"
Name: Boris Vladimir, an ex Spetsnaz and a former field operative for GRU, Russian Military Intelligence.



Name: John Keira, a good spy,
He had served well in the elite unit of the British SAS, then under MI6 and MI5.



Name: Adrea Jember, a negress, an Ethiopian an agent of the NISS ,the Ethiopian NATIONAL INTELLIGENCE AND SECURITY SERVICE .


Name: Ethan Carter, A member of the CSIS, the CANADIAN SECURITY AND ROYAL CANADIAN MOUNTED POLICE.

apollux, maybe, if you'd introduced your characters like this, I won't be complaining

meneski:
does that mean you are out?.... Is there not a place you can write on? Take a closer look pamelB...please dont spoil the fun. You can do it. But if your answer is the same let me know in tym pls....thank you *within him self* i thought she could kill the topic?

stop thinking within yourself. I kill my topics but this one, e hard me

Yo menesky how about I take the baton at this point and try to tone it down a bit for pamel and evaj and the rest.

Apollux u laid the foundation for something epic. Kudos bruv

meneski:
Please we need more writers...inviting reasonable and matured writers is accepted, please do send dem to me for their numbers...... I just thought about this a few seconds ago. How about an un prepard writer exchanging number with a prepard writer? But can only be done once. But if you guys feel its not important,then we stick to the initial plan. Our writers wayasay?

PamelB is not opting out yet she just can't take Action sentencing which Apollux made use of.


so I think meneski suggestion above should be considered. In order not to kill/spoil the vibe of this story please notify the op before the writer before you rounds up his/her last section.

But note you are only postponing your write-up not stopping it. so sis pamelB you're still writing.




My humble opinion

Okay here goes..

Location: Sao Paulo Brazil.
Time 13:00 hours.

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The man sneered at the tourists. Eye balling them with disgust, Pffft! Tourists! All sissys the bunch of them. Not minding the fact that he was also a tourist himself. The truth was he didn't behave like a tourist, was far from it actually. He was a good linguist, could speak almost every language on the face of the Earth, not to mention he could alter his appearance any time he needed to. He blended perfectly anywhere and anytime he wanted to. He was only a tourist whenever it was needed.

He narrowed his eyes at a group of girls, they had to be American or British judging by their pale translucent skin. They slathered sun cream on their backs, taking turns and giggling childishly as they did so.
They all had sun hats strapped on to protect their pale white and no doubt fragile forehead.

He took a swig frtom his bottle. Raw hot whisky by mid day under the scorching sun in the beach was an act only a crazy alcoholic could think of..well he wasn't crazy and he wasn't an alcoholic, okay maybe a little crazy he corrected himself with a bitter smile.
"Fuçking tourists...gonna burn your transparent skin..tanning is not for everyone for God's sake!"

The gorgeous lady lying on her chest beside him purred seductively and lazily, her eyes still shut tight "ooooh...someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed"
She had her bikini unstrapped on her back so her flawless skin could get tanned easily and not have the line of the strap leave an uneven colour.

"I need to take a walk" he snapped and got up.
Davina knew better than to prod the tiger when the claws were out. "Easy tiger...easy" she murmured slowly before drifting off to sleep again. She loved the beach, oh yes she did and Brazil was definitely the place to be.

William walked barefoot towards the water. His mind so near and yet so far.
A subconscious part of his brain took in every face, every little detail and yet his mind was far away, turning and working, twisting a mental Rubik's cube trying to get a perfect match on the events so far.

He noticed the flirtatious glances sent his way by gorgeous women. He knew he was good looking, extremely so and he was ripped and in prime physical condition.

A lot of successful assassinations in the past had been made possible by using his looks. To bed the secretary and obtain the following day schedule of her boss, to bed the unfaithful wife and clone the apartment key. He smiled sheepishly as he remembered that particular incident. In that case, he hadn't really meant to clone the key, he was an expert in picking locks but in that case the woman had been hot and he couldn't resist...why not go more traditional every now and then? Sometimes old school was the best way.

"Hello handsóme..are you Amerikkan?"
A gorgeous lady asked him with a south American accent. He studied her under a second and decided she was most likely Chilean.
He wasn't in the mood for any socializing. He gritted his teeth and kept on walking.

The dons were the reason behind his foul mood. The five dons..more like the five dunce. Nobody crossed Will and got away with it...nobody! Not iron will! And they were definitely going to feel the iron. He had a fondness for stainless steel a .50 magnum desert eagle to be precise.
Although it was heavier, the weight was a glorious one and he had gotten used to carrying it anywhere he went. It was capable of leaving a fist size exit wound in the head when fired from as far out as 20 feet.
Presently it was wrapped in a towel in the beer cooler that had been at the foot of the lounger he had been stretched in.

He cursed himself for not being extra sharp before now, he didn't tolerate this kind of slacking, there was no room for mistakes.Every decision was about life and death and he wondered how he didn't notice the two men casually making their way towards him before.

Two things had alerted him to the potential danger. 1 was his guts, he didn't joke with it: his instincts was his best friend and the second was that the men didn't just fit in. They tried desperately to blend in with the hundreds of beach goers getting tanned, enjoying the water and just lazing about generally but something was not quite right. There was something rigid about their movements, something calculated. They walked around the beach pretending to laze and stroll around but a certain determination in their steps betrayed them.

To his eagle eyes anyway.

"So you want to play ball...let's play ball" he gritted his teeth again. He had really woken up pissed today and his continuous teeth movement was a sure sign that he was mad.
He made up his mind to kill his would be killers gruesomely.
That should help ease some of the annoyance off.
They were making their way towards him now, a bit faster than before but he didn't quicken his pace. Iron will never rushed, not for/from anyone.
The lack of pace of his feet was rivalled by the quick darting of his eyes, moving at a blistering pace.

He saw something of interest and strolled over casually "Oi'...olá!"
The gorgeous redhead returned his greeting immediately. Her eyes lingering on his hard rock abs.
William' flashed her his killer smile. With flawless Portuguese he requested to make use of her surfboard.

He was a fitness instructor and he really needed to work on his thighs. He'd been neglecting his squatting routine recently and he felt surfing would be a perfect way to catch up with his missed workouts.

The redhead was already agreeing before he was done. She flirted openly and pointed out he could also work on her thighs.

From the corner of his eyes, he could see the two men closing in.
He nonchalantly hefted the surf board and strolled into the water.

The two men stood watching him, while he lay flat on the surf board and swam into the tide, he whispered "don't kill my vibe..don't kill my vibe..."
He smiled a devilish grin when both men got hold of a surf board from a pair of teenagers and waded into the water.

Williams broke into a favourite tune he always whistled, especially when he was about to make a kill.
"Between the devil and the deep blue..." He chuckled wickedly as he got to his feet, maintaining balance perfectly on the board and riding the first wave.
"Dancing with the devil in the deep blue sea..."

Meneski, this bro Souloho19 good o. Come and give him a "GO AHEAD"