i jez dey observe

mehn!! this bro just blend in without any hitch

souloho19, de writers god gave you and Apollux the same pen right. Cos something just cameback on course... But you jus took BIAFRABUSHBOY 'S SLOT


YOU DID A GOOD JOB I MUST CONFESS, BUT NEXT TYM PLEASE WAIT FOR THE GO SIGNAL.


SO THIS IS WHAT I WILL WANT US TO DO. LETS JUST THROUGH SOME PROFOUND APOLOGY TO OUR BRODA BIAFRABUSHBOY...


SOULOHO19 YOU DID THE RIGHT THING OH AND WE THANK YOU FOR THAT...JUST SAVED THE THREAD ... CONTINUE JOOR, AM SURE BIAFRABUSHBOY WILL LIKE IT EPIC, SORRY I MEAN "HARDCORE".


LET THE SEASON FILM KWANTINEU.


TO MY SOFTCORE WRITERS PLEASE LET ME KNOW WEN YOU WANA CHIP IN.


HARDCORE WRITERS MAKE UNA WRITE REMEMBER SAY WE GAT SOFTCORE WRITERS PLEASE. WE HAVE EQUAL RIGHTS HERE.....THANK YOU ALL.

Been refreshing dis thread every now and then.. Souloho19 oya cum update oooo b4 i send amadioha thunder to strike ur yansh..... Apollux we dey wait u for blood and steel ooo. Oya cum quick b4 i divert souloho thunder to u....

solomonbrown64...come and see oh.

king solomonbrown64 were you de?

Meneski don't forget to call ironkurtain.

souloho19, Come and finish what you started

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

....meneski

Harry105:
....meneski

...harry105 my guy welcum to NL

meneski:
king solomonbrown64 were you de?

.....I dey here bro....

.....I just read through the story and the writers before me have all done well. I am not that good with guns and the rest, so I will tell you when I will come to the scene. As soon as it is time for history between Divina and Williams; how they met and all that, Let me know. That's where I will chip in my input. You cool with that?

Location: somewhere across the pacific....

Adrea Jemba didn't smile often. Infact she didn't smile at all. One would wonder if she had smiled as a kid, and if she did what had destroyed her smile.

Her lips were set in a thin grim line and her eyes were narrowed, her brows pressed together in a frown.
She wore her hair in long dreadlocks, currently they were rolled on top her head and held together with a pin.
Only she knew the pin wasn't just any hair pin. It was a gun pin. From her Smith and Wesson to be exact.

Anderson observed the little group of his "assets" from the other end of the jet.
He had all their files in his lap but currently he was transfixed on the nigress.
She was average build, average height and apart from the frowning was actually very beautiful.
She was also a highly skilled killer.
Anderson glanced at her file again for the umpteenth time. She was a professional in handling any kind of weaponry. As an agent of her country, she had been at the very forefront in the fight against the Abu Nidal group and was rumoured to have taken down one of the high ranking leaders of the terrorist organization in Egypt And single handedly wiped out a squad of 2 dozen fighters, Supposedly. But Anderson had been in this business long enough to know that there was always an iota of truth behind every rumour.

The gulf stream, flying as high as 20 feet encountered turbulence suddenly. The jerking movement disorienting Anderson as the file spilled to the floor.
He noticed the nigress didn't move. She was calmness personified. That was good, very good. A calm head was needed for the deadly field job that lay ahead.

Boris Vladimir was a beast. A real beast. He was approximately 6'4 with broad shoulders and huge biceps.
He was in his 40s and it was rumoured that he was part of a special program that secretly continued from the days of the Soviet union. Before the birth of Russia.
'The program' like it was called was initiated by Joseph Stalin himself. The communist ruler of the soviet union and the founder of the sub- Marxist theory: stalinism.
The program began with a baby factory. Women were bred like animals and impregnated. 21months later, the children who would be around the stage of learning to walk were taken from their parents and moved to a secret camp.
In this camp, they were trained to kill from a tender age
Boris Vladimir was a product of 'the program'. At a tender age his instructors had marked him out as a super agent. He had no remorse, no conscience. At the age of 3 he had developed a certain fondness for the blade. ripping open a hundred 'cute' rabbits and hamsters while his peers cried for their mothers.
He had grown into a remorseless killing machine and had a perfect aim in knife throwing. It was rumoured he had once thrown a knife from a sniper's distance burying the blade up to the hilt in the neck of his target. A supposed enemy of Russia at the time.
Just like the nigress, Boris was a freelancer. He had rendered his service and killed for his country for years, all his life but now he killed for others, most recently for the CIA, and he got rich doing it.

"Where do you suppose we're heading to?"
The man sitting next to Boris, asked him. Boris was not a social being and he didn't show any sign that he had heard the man.
He turned his large bald head slightly to observe him. John Keira was supposed to be smart, the smartest with an IQ in exponentials. He was the classic definition of a spy, was really good in the art of spy work and at a point was said to have infiltrated the Kremlin to get sensitive data, posing as a KGB agent. John Keira was 32 years, had a black belt in jujitsu, and was also an expert when it came to weapons. The MI6 his parent agency was known to invest a lot of resources, time and effort into gadget development and Keira always had the best of gadgets on him at all times. He never wore any piece of jewelry or any accessory for the sake of fashion alone. If he had on a watch, then it was a signal scrambler or tranquilizer dart, a pen could be C4, and a belt...a belt could be lots of things. John for all his intelligence and sharpness was quite playful and a talkative. He always called himself the real James bond

Anderson busied himself with the files of his 'assets' but every now and then his mind drifted to his wife.
He wished he had at least picked up the call then, he could imagine her thinking the worst, when he failed to turn up tonight, that he was busy rolling in the dark with another woman, but here he was trying to prevent a war triangle that could equal the Armageddon from happening.

His official tablet vibrated, invading his thoughts. He had an e-mail.
It was from Braham. The message was short and direct.

saac was last seen in new Mexico around 0900 hours earlier today. I'm forwarding SAT images and address. Mobilize the strike team and take him out. If possible get him alive and move him to the nearest safe house.


Anderson reread the message over and over again. He loaded the attached media file and sure enough he could see a bird view of Isaac Nystrom.
Anderson forced all thoughts of his wife out of his mind.
"Okay listen up..we're heading to Mexico-"
"Alright!" John Kerie exclaimed interrupting him.
Boris sneered at him "Don't you ever keep quiet?!"
Anderson observed the both of them without a word. Adrea Jemba didn't say a word. She removed the pin from her hair, causing the dreadlocks to fall down her shoulders. Slowly she began assembling the pieces of her gun together. She always did this, took her hand gun apart and cleaned it up everyday and only assembled it before any mission.
"Are you bitchees finished?" She asked John and Boris when they fell silent.
None of them replied her, but Boris narrowed his eyes at her.
She stared back a second longer before turning her attention to Anderson.
"Continue"
"Y'all get strapped up..I need to relay the change of plans to the pilot"

Assault rifles, Submachine guns, Uzi's not to forget the nigress' personal hand gun and Boris's fleet of knives all came out of leather cases and the sound of snapping and cocking of guns rang through the jet.

The assault team kitted up in camouflage combatant. The very same fatigue used by the Navy seals.

Adrea applied black paint under her eyes, just above her cheek bones and on her forehead.
"Give me some" Boris said roughly and she handed the jar to him.
out of the spirit of comradeship he offered the jar to John who was tying his jungle boots.
"No way in hell am I putting that shiit on my face"

P.s; any suggestion from the previous and next writers, any background setup suggestions would be welcome

Sao Paulo- Brazil

They were known as Bosco and Rosco. Unidentical twins but inseparable since birth.
They always had each other's backs and had started their life of crime at a very tender age. From car radios to shoplifting then break ins.
A stint in jail for a robbery gone wrong brought them in contact with 'Perico' one of the top henchmen for the Don.
They didn't know which Don exactly but they got their instructions and paycheck from Perico.

Two heads were better than one and the twins were known to get the job done. Taking out anybody that went against the wish of the top bosses, such a person would fall victim to a hit And run, or a fatal mugging.

Just the day before, they had killed a supreme Court Judge who had refused a bribe and was keen on persecuting one of the Don's top men.

They had flown to Brazil this morning to kill someone who was a constant thorn in the side of the Dons. They didn't know who he was and didn't care. Their instructions had been clear. Get in do the job and get out!

They had booked flights back to the States in less than 2 hours
"What a pûssy! Where does he think he's running to?" Bosco asked as he picked up pace, cutting the water and riding the wave perfectly.
Their target was almost out of sight and Bosco was confident no one was paying attention to them. He pulled out his gun, a glock 9 with a factory fitted silencer.
Rosco looked back. Everyone in the beach was almost unrecognizable. Just small dots scattered across the sand.
he followed his brother's lead and brought out a small handgun .32 caliber hollow point. It wasn't the smart choice for a killer because it was more effective at a close distance. But it had served him well so far, and he had grown attached to the small weapon.

"Woah..that's a big one! Its going to swallow him!" Bosco exclaimed.

Williams was heading into the wave, which had to be about 9-10 feet tall.
"This coward wants to escape soo bad....waoh!" Rosco shouted as the wave enveloped their target.

••°•°•°•°
After impact,
Williams kicked into the water. The thrill of an expected kill increasing his pulse rate.
He was a professional swimmer and had swam in some of the harshest conditions. He decided to test his stamina level once more.. I think I should drown the bastards! He thought to himself as he kicked towards the two shadows above.
He held onto his surf board and kicked toward the surface.
He held onto the strap of the board as he glided towards the shadows making sure the upturned part of the surfboard was visible and nothing else.
"Look! Over there!"
"He's as good as dead now...we should just leave. We have our flight to catch."
"Let's split up..ten minutes tops..if no sign of him, we take it he's dead"
"Sweet!"

William's cheeks were getting hot..all the oxygen he had saved had been exhausted or nearing its total exhaustion.

Rosco looked ahead worriedly "I think another big wave is building up...we should head back.." He looked around "Bosco! Bosco! Bosco!" He looked around frantically. His brother was no where to be found.
He could see the surfboard drifting along but no sign of his brother.
He looked around madly "Bosco! Bosco!"
Suddenly he saw a short burst of bubbles not far away and fired two quick shots in the direction. But he stopped himself. He couldn't risk hitting his brother by mistake.

Few feet under the water Williams tightened his grip around the throat of the killer who was still kicking madly but he was rapidly loosing pace.

Williams felt his lungs were going to burst into flames but the spirit of competition in him, the feeling to always come out on top made him endure.
He released the corpse after what felt like Eternity.

Rosco was looking around frantically, but still no sign of his brother. He was beginning to get scared. He gripped the gun fiercely and studied the water intently.
He almost lost his balance and tumbled into the water when a medium sized wave rocked his board.
He tried to balance himself and was about to call out once more when suddenly he was sailing through the air and splashing into the water.

Williams had surfaced quietly and slowly in stealth mode, released the breath he was holding which had long been exhausted and inhaled briefly before disappearing into the water again.
He wasted no time but barged into the surfboard from underneath, with as much force possible and successfully toppled the killer into the water.

°•°•°••°•
"How about my own workout?" The redhead asked him with a seductive purr, batting her lashes at him.
The recent double killings had put him in a good mood and he twirled her around and feasted his lips hungrily to her receptive ones.
He turned her in a half spin and just as he released her, saw Davina looking at him with arms folded crossly over the excuse of a bikini she had on.
And her eyes...Oh Lord her eyes!

solomonbrown64:


.....I dey here bro....

.....I just read through the story and the writers before me have all done well. I am not that good with guns and the rest, so I will tell you when I will come to the scene. As soon as it is time for history between Divina and Williams; how they met and all that, Let me know. That's where I will chip in my input. You cool with that?

.......make i check and give u number.

Souloho19 God bless you... Apollux God bless you two, seriously after this "write along" you two are really fit for a combo...and i shall be your number one fan. Realest action.(as in de hot)undiluted(RAU)....

king solomonbrowm ur number is 9...Evajael you sure you with us?

200 views and counting... A quick check on our available writers. Apollux. PamelB. Biafrabushboy. Bibi294. Kimkardashian. Mhizgap. (Souloho19). Solomonbrown. Happy sunday to you all and to our commenters, even ghost readers. God bless you all.

meneski:
200 views and counting... A quick check on our available writers. Apollux. PamelB. Biafrabushboy. Bibi294. Kimkardashian. Mhizgap. (Souloho19). Solomonbrown. Happy sunday to you all and to our commenters, even ghost readers. God bless you all.

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M sure as Hell not leaving dis masterpiece... I just pray mk awa female counterparts don't dull us much... Kudos to you guys

u guys are the bestest

Welcome back everybody. How was the sunday?

Back to the days work. Solouho19. We are waiting for you bro, more ink to ur pen... At the end of the story we gana vote who will give a title to the story.
So everybody carry ur title for mind oh.

meneski:
king solomonbrowm ur number is 9...Evajael you sure you with us?

Ya...I just don't want to be the first to write softcore

EvaJael:

Ya...I just don't want to be the first to write softcore

The ladies should please fix themselves in already as the last writer had mentioned earlier.

The males writers should chill a little

please kindly don't underestimate us okay.


were All ready to go.



And with the slow phase this is going should I check back in a month time.

souloho19 whats with the delay bro? Comon we are waiting na ... I think after tomoro d nxt writer will take over. Right everybody?

oh lawd



am watching a movie

meneski:
souloho19 whats with the delay bro? Comon we are waiting na ... I think after tomoro d nxt writer will take over. Right everybody?

Bro been having electricity issues but would try to drop as many updates as possible today..
I jumped in when I did because I didn't want the thread to be dull and felt I could link well with were appolux stopped.
But the next writer myt have to take ova from Thur after all so lack of updates don't kill d thread

souloho19:


Bro been having electricity issues but would try to drop as many updates as possible today..
I jumped in when I did because I didn't want the thread to be dull and felt I could link well with were appolux stopped.
But the next writer myt have to take ova from Thur after all so lack of updates don't kill d thread

souloho19 dun enta oooo.... Dancing sekem sekem.... We are waiting for the updates

Anderson himself was a pro. He had always thought of himself as a leader who led from the war front not behind the lines barking orders. But as the jet taxied down the runway, he knew he was distracted...too distracted. His mind kept on drifting to his wife and it was quite surprising. Maybe I should call her, he thought to himself. Maybe-
"Yo..mate! What the Bleep are we doing at the airport? Are we going to fucking smile as we pass through the terminal and immigration and everybody?" John Kerr asked loudly in his British accent which Anderson suddenly found annoying.
"This is an illegal airstrip...we have a chopper waiting to take us to the location...I'd advice you to hold your tongue for the rest of this assignment. Let your gun speak for you" he said crossly. He was thinking of talking to Braham about this guy...the agency didn't need men like this. Bleep his IQ, Bleep his spy skills.
"Alright move move!"
The three super agents were dressed in military combat fatigue hear to toe, with all kind of firearms assembled on their bodies.
Anderson was the last to leave the jet and he was still dressed CIA style, in a suit.
Underneath the suit, in a double underarm holster, he had twin berretas, worn on top his bullet proof vest.

The illegal airstrip was used by drug cartels, taking off and landing, flying hard and raw cocaine to neighbouring countries including the united states Anderson was sure.
The jet was going to take off immediately and fly back to the States, and the chopper was already on standby, the blades rolling and the pilot ready for a hasty takeoff.

He entered the chopper last and was hardly settled in when it rose off the ground and began its ascension.
The chopper was unmarked and looked like a normal commercial helicopter. They couldn't risk a black hawk or any armed military chopper for this kind of mission.
Anderson leaned to the pilot and shouted so he could be heard over the roaring blades.
"Did you get the coordinates?"
"Aye! I did...but there's no way I can get to close..I'd drop you off at the mouth of the woods then you make your way across...the cabin you seek is at the other end!"
Anderson shouted "I don't understand!"
"Show him the map Tim!" The pilot shouted at his copilot who in turn, dug around and handed Anderson a piece of paper without turning around.

"okay gather round...the chopper is gonna drop us off here!" He used his index finger to indicate the point as the trio surrounded him. "We walk exactly 2 and a half miles and get to the cabin...our intelligence places Isaac Nystrom at this cabin..the night of the shootout with the dons, he has been laying low here all along..so any suggestions on how we go about penetrating the cabin?"
The nigress spoke up "How strong is the enemy presence?"
Anderson sighed "Isaac likes to think he's the president and he secures himself like one...we should expect at least a dozen or more men..A-ks...and handguns probably"
"The best approach is a stealthy approach...we approach the cabin from all four corners..meaning at a point in the woods, we spread out...we take out all visible enemies without being seen then meet up at the cabin or closest to the cabin..and use the element of surprise to our full advantage"
Anderson looked at John Kerr, nodding his head in agreement. Okay..the man was useful after all.
"Okay..that might work...are we okay with that?" He asked the remaining two.
Jemba shrugged then added "four of us with heavy fire power coming from opposite directions might not he such a good idea without adequate communication"
"You're right...we'd make use of headsets...we'll put it on before we split up in the woods...Boris are you fine with everything?"
He nodded "I have just one problem.."how badly do we need this fuçker alive?"
"Its very essential...we need some kind of leverage over the dons before they run our country to the ground"
Boris nodded once more but didn't look so sure. Anderson was about to repeat that Isaac wasn't to be killed but the pilot made an announcement.
"T minus two minutes..."
"Okay you heard the man...prepare for contact!"

°•°•°•°•

"I'm going to kill that bitch!" Davina was furious.
"Hey hey..take it easy...I'm sorry it was my fault...I was carried away..I took out two goons that were meant to kill me..that's why I kissed her..just the heat of the moment"
"She seemed quite intent on swallowing your tongue" she said grudgingly. But her attention had been caught just like he knew it would "wait...to kill you....who...the dons?"
"I'm pretty sure its them" he quickened his pace "we need to get out of here...I'm afraid we need to cut our holiday short..but no way in hell am I going to wait around for them to try and kill me...that's my role and I'm going to make them remember it" even as he said this, his eyes darted around searching and profiling every face.
He retrieved his powerful gun from the cooler, still wrapped in the towel, raised the cooler then retrieved his scrambled communication device from underneath it. It was also wrapped in a towel, he used this to receive contracts and communicate with his middle man. Phones were a taboo to him. His eyes lingered on the device as he read through a message that seemed to catch his attention.

Davina seemed to have momentarily forgotten about her anger. She picked up her towel from the sand and shook it. "So what do we do now?"
"We go back to the drawing board...I'm a man that always finish my contracts and Isaac Nystrom is still alive"
"How is that so?"
"My mole in the CIA got across to me...as a matter of fact they are heading to his location in Mexico as we speak"
"Hmm..so we go to the states to teach the mighty Dons a lesson" Davina wasn't liking the gleam in William's eye.
"No dear...we go join the party...south America to North America"
She shook her head "its a waste of time...they'd have been far gone by then"
He shook his head "no honey...I have a feeling they're all going to be in mexico for a little while longer"

Pls someone remind me of the names of the dons