PRELUDE:

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Location - Ladi Kwali, Abuja.

A young man probably in his early thirties entered the Sheraton hotel through the revolving doors, holding an alligator skin suitcase. Customers immediately noticed him as he walked towards the reception. He stood tall with a muscular frame with fair skin the color of caramel. He wore a goatee on his black three piece suit, on his face were a pair of mirror glasses that reflected back at the female receptionist behind her mahogany desk. The look on his face was cold and tactiturn like someone on a job, he was simply dressed to kill.

"I want to check in for a reservation, its in Room 25" he said handing out a slip.

She checked it on the online booking site. His name was Desmond Toure, it was there. She could bet that this wasn't the man who actually reserved the suite and spent the previous night here. Anyway it was none of her business.

"That would be $4,500 sir, we accept payment in pounds, naira and cheque". Desmond dipped his hand and dropped a wad of banknotes on the desk.

"In case you are getting suspicious, i'm from the state security service, SSS and you can keep the change" he said while flashing a silver crested badge, she winked at him before giving him the keycard.

Desmond picked up the suitcase from where he had dropped it and continued walking in the direction of the elevator. He entered and pressed a button, the doors chimed close as he began an ascent. His mind kept thinking on the nature of his assignment.

A couple of files had dissappeared and he received the assignment to retrieve them and neutralise those who stole them. Mr Paulo and Mr Jims who worked as analysts on the service were the prime suspects. Things were to be done quickly and discreetly, this was his first mission as a field agent. He already found one.
What if he failed, What if he was killed, What if ... He was thrown out of his reverie when the door opened and he stepped out.

There was nobody around, the area was silent except from the loud cheering noise coming from room 25. He inserted the keycard into the door and entered.
The room still looked comfy despite the fact that much of the space was occupied by bulky shelves. The noise was coming from a television set.

"YES!YES!!YES!!!" it was a popular WWE entrance theme, the crowd immediately began cheering, thrusting their forefingers upward.

"Weighing 250 pounds, Daniel Bryan!" their hero came out shaking their hands as he ran, headed for the ring.

Desmond rushed, opening the drawers on the first shelves, there was nothing except from clothes.

A taxi screeched to a stop in front of the hotel premises. Mr jims disembarked and rushed in. The receptionist was alarmed, there was going to be some trouble. The guards were not left out and decided to contain him. Before they could lay a finger on him, he moved. He grabbed the receptionist and drew out a sharp knife at her neck.

"Follow me and she dies" he said before dragging her along into the elevator.

Mr Paulo was dead, this dealt a serious blow to their plans of ever escaping. The terrorists had threatened their families so they had to steal the files. Mr Paulo's file must have been recovered hence his killing. His family was on the next flight out of the country, now he was going to get that file or die trying.

Daniel Bryan grabbed the turnbuckle and tried to recover. That chokeslam from Kane had taken the wind from him. Kane charged as he got up, Daniel Bryan bounced against the ropes and rebounded, it was too late for Kane. A bicycle kick met his face sending him downwards. This was Daniel's chance. Daniel lied on Kane raising up one of his legs.

"ONE!TWO!!THREE" The bell rung. Daniel was the champion by pinfall. The theme music resumed as the crowd went wild.

Desmond opened the next drawer, there it was. He grabbed the file, as he did it he felt something rigid and cold, he immediately had an idea and set out to work. He did his best to finish up in time.

The door opened. Standing in the way was Mr Jims, he was holding the receptionist.

Desmond quickly finished the work behind his back before pointing the newly assembled AMT Hardballer pistol at Mr Jims who blocked it with his human shield.

"Drop her" requested Desmond.

"Give me the file"

"Come and get it"

Desmond took two steps in a stride before lunging at Mr Jims. Mr Jims pushed the receptionist aside and pointed the knife at himself.

"If i don't have that file then i am as good as dead" said Mr Jims as Desmond withdrawed his blow.

"it's a pity you never knew me better" added Mr Jims before driving the knife into his chest.

"Stop!" ordered Desmond. It was too late, blood splashed staining him and the TV.

Just then the preview for the royal rumble series were been played. The blood filled around the word - Royal Rumble. Desmond knew that the line had already been drawn.

Thats the first update(working on more)

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