Smh..

"I want you to come with me, there's something I want to show you.
Williams interrupted Davina and Jemba as the two ladies trained. Williams had trained Davina specially in physical combat but Jemba was something else. She continued besting Davina each time they sparred and showing her tricks to evade an arm twist, neck hook and breaking a grab.

Both Ladies followed Williams outside. They were currently in Texas. Williams had a family ranch and he had insisted they fly down there before heading to Washington.

The ranch was huge with acres of land which provided secrecy and privacy.

"What is it darling" Davina smiled as they followed him outside. She had been acting a little more emotional since the previous night when he has been wounded. He noticed it but didn't say anything.

"How do you kill two birds with one stone?" Williams asked the deadly women.
"I don't understand" jemba said with a frown.
"Practically..." He pointed at a nearby tree. "Pick a stone and use it to kill not one but two birds..at the same time"
They looked at him baffled. The tree was home to dozens of ravens. They whistled happily as they built the nest.

Jemba wasn't one to resist a challenge. She picked a pebble from the ground, took aim "if you could get it to strike at the right angle...it could ricochet" she threw the pebble, spinning it with force and precision.
A bird fell from the tree.
"Good..but not good enough, you used force and you were precise...but that only got you a kill...to do the impossible you need other things force and prescription can never be enough"
Davina giggled "he sure is preachy today"
Williams silenced her with a look.

"Watch this...." As he spoke they noticed the crane for the first time. The hook strangely resembled a pirate's hook also known as 'go to hell'

The crane lowered a little wooden house to the ground. It was a bird house. It had a little hole in the roof and mechanical bird tweets played from inside. The crane lowered it completely to the floor and disengaged.
Streetwise was behind the wheel and he gave the women a mock salute before lifting the hook.

It didn't take long, barely a minute and the first bird appeared. It pitched on the roof warily but after some few seconds it felt at ease and began to whistle. It was soon joined by another. And another.

"You see...force isn't all you need to kill two birds with a stone..you need deep planning. He gave a nod and the crane dropped the massive rock, smashing the bird house and the three birds underneath it.
Davina and Jemba were startled, they hadn't even noticed the crane had been holding a rock over the little house.
With flawless planning and flawless timing and flawless force and precision, a stone is all you need to kill any amount of bird you want..hope I'm clear"
Davina shuddered "why do I feel its easier killing people than birds"
"Cause the birds are innocent" Jemba replied quietly.
For the first time Williams smiled.

"Okay...tonight at exactly 20 hundred, Don Gucci is going be at his casino in D.c, he's going to have a meeting with some underground bosses after which he would enjoy a game of poker before heading for his penthouse to spend the night.

At the exact same time, Trump himself would be at a campaign fund raiser dinner exactly 25 miles away from the Lincoln memorial in a mansion owned by a fellow senator. We're going to kill both of them tonight"
"Tonight!"
"Can we pull it off!"
"Ladies..." He smiled, a charming and wicked smile "flawless planning...flawless timing and flawless force..remember"

°•°•°°
Don Gucci arrived the magic hat casino at exactly 10 minutes to 8. He got down from his limo as his guard opened the door for him.
"Dicaprio...you come with me, pika..you and the rest stay round the corner.."
"Are you capone boss..we'd rather escort you"
With the true arrogance of a Don, Gucci smiled. "I own this casino..now move!"

In a car across the street, Williams and Jemba watched the Don stroll arrogantly to the entrance waving at the valet as he entered.
"Are you ready" he asked her
"Oh Will...I was born ready"

°•°•°•
Few miles away...
Davina cat walked confidently to the entrance of the mansion. She was sexy and she knew it, a deadly vixen very much aware of her arsenal.
She was in a strapless gown that accentuated her curves in every way. The gown had a high slit and her gorgeous legs were put on display with each step. She was meant to turn heads.

The federal agent guarding the door looked more like a bouncer. He and a second used their burly physique and broad shoulders to block the entrance.
"Yes...your name...are you on the list?" The first man drawled, he sounded Russian.
"Just ten seconds...baby...you can do it" streetwise said in her ear.
The truth was she didn't have any invitation, and her name wasn't on the list. She just needed to stand before the guard for some seconds for the scanner in her necklace to pick up an unchecked name on the list and transmit it to strange eyes who would then relay the information to her.
"I said are you on the list?!" The man drawled again. When he looked straight in her eyes and didn't glance at her chest she knew this was going to be a tough one.
"Oohh...I just love a man in suit, so formal and so baad...it gets me hot" she purred seductively as she smiled at his partner. This one couldn't look her in the eye, his eyes were drawn southward.
"Lady..you get out of here if your name is not on the list!" The first one was taking no chances. He took a step forward and she feigned shock. "How dare you! No party would ever be complete without me..I'm going to complain about this..I assure you"
The guard gripped her roughly by the arm and was no doubt about to usher her away when her ear beeped. "Okay...you are Nina Morieles..Spanish socialite...you came alone"

"Unhand me at once..I'm Nina Morieles you don't treat me like that and go free!"
The guard checked his partner. "Check the list"
His partner brightened the tab screen and scrolled down with a finger. "Yes..she's on the list"
"So sorry ma'am" the first guard offered stiffly.

She placed a hand on his arm with a smile. "Don't worry...you're cute, I forgive you"

"Will..the bird cage has landed..I repeat the bird cage has landed" streetwise relayed to his boss.
Williams voice came back over the one way "copy that..prepare the Stone"
"Roger"
Streetwise focused on the screen and tapping away.
A small speaker was beside the monitor. It would receive sound waves from a small fibre like transponder that was attached to the arm of the guard's coat jacket.
It had been skillfully attached by Davina and it was designed to sound off a silent alarm when the words "Nina Morieles" was mentioned.

let's go there

Nice work #SOULOHO....u re the man

Damibiz:
Nice work #SOULOHO....u re the man

Tnx bro Jah bless.

P.s: to all ghost readers, you'll recall that the ghost has gone his way and left the gang, however he's feeling threatened by the number of ghosts we have on this thread. I'd advice you to comment oooo..the ghost can be jealous at times

Don Gucci had meetings of this nature whenever there were important things to discuss. Important thongs being money of course. He summoned the heads of all his legal and illegal businesses scattered round the state. His accountant had brought to his notice that his five star Italian restaurant was performing badly and taking up too much loss. No one in his right mind would dare steal from Don Gucci. But he planned to find out soon enough.
"Belleti what is happening at Puzo's no turnover for the past two months. I know how much I invested and my expectations or are you stealing from me you punk bitch?"
"Capone! Never! Never in a million years would I dream of stealing from you. The problem is the goddamn Chinese restaurant next door sir. They added lasagna and pasta and some other Italian dishes to their menu for a discount price."

"Hmmm..the Chinese you say...well you disappoint me Belleti"
"I'm sorry Capone"
"Surely a fire accident ought to have happened by bow and burnt the place to the ground"
The underground boss smiled nervously as the tension reduced. He was safe, for now atleast "it is done boss"

"Good..Marchisio how is Stella and the girls?" He asked the man to his right.
"They're doing great boss. Most of them are on call tonight for a big shot dinner which should bring in a lot of cash"
"Good, good"
"Actually boss, Stella has been complaining about increased pressure from the cops, particularly a certain detective..."
"I don't care! She should get the girls to Bleep him for free or duck him herself and if that doesn't work...cops get killed all the time, this shouldn't be an exception. Nothing must happen to my money!"
"Yes boss!"
"Good, now I'm going up for a game of poker, I want to lose some money to myself" he laughed and left the room. The men all sighed in relief when he left. Don Gucci was one scary modafucka

°•°•
As usual he studied the tables first and was about to pick one at random but then he noticed a black woman. She was beautiful and seemed to be at the center of attention. He guessed she was on a roll.
The first thing that caught his attention was the amount of chips before her which meant she was either winning large or about to lose large.

He changed direction and joined her table. They were playing a game of roulette and just as he had thought she was on a winning spree.

As he joined the table, the board stopped spinning and the die fell on the number four.
"Number four! She wins yet again!" This drew cheers and applause from the growing crowd. "I like a lady with good luck" Don Gucci drawled in her ear. There was something about this lady that played the strings on his harp. He could already feel the bulge in his trouser.
"I like a man with with authority" Jemba replied him slyly "I've been searching for who to submit to and offer myself for any dirty command...you look like a man with plenty authority" she traced a finger on her collarbone drawing his eyes to her rather small but exposed cleavage. Her voice was husky and unbelievably sexy.
"Damn that's hot!" Streetwise said over the one way.

°•°•°•°•
Meanwhile in the parking lot some 25 miles away, Williams walked briskly towards Don Gucci's limousine. He could see the outline of both guards. The one Don Gucci had called Piko and another. The third, DiCaprio was nowhere to be found. He was probably inside the casino, not far from his boss.

Both men sat on the hood of the vehicle as they smoked cigarettes. They noticed the shadow approaching and called out "DiCaprio....DiCaprio is that you?"
"What of boss?"

Williams didn't say anything until he was an arm's length away "I need this car"
"What the-"
He was quick! With lightening speed he jabbed Pikko in the throat, caught his partner's fist, smashed his elbow into his face and barged into Piko who was bringing out his gun. He slammed Piko into the pillar and as the man sunk to the floor he have his partner a deadly head kick also known as 'go to sleep'.

Both men lay on the floor unconscious. He searched them and found the car keys in Pikko's pocket. He noticed the cap on the dashboard and immediately he started the limousine he put it on. The chauffeur was ready for business.

°•°•°•°•
Trump rounded up his speech as everybody applauded him. He smiled and raised his champagne flute in acknowledgement but the truth was he was troubled. He feared the worst had happened to Braham and he wondered the whereabout of the file. Too many things on his mind but still he noticed the blond beauty who kept on sending him suggestive looks. When he had been making his speech, she had found her way to the front and her seductive gaze and great body which her flimsy dress displayed had got him hot. Hr would have easily labelled her a LovePeddler but she reeked of class. Maybe a classy whøre he thought to himself but he wasn't convinced. She looked rich and she looked important. That was how he liked it. He was attracted to high class women, power hungry women feminists and women at the forefront of society. It gave him a feeling of power over his fellow man and the female herself
Trump wasn't a senator yet, just an aspiring one. He had taken just a shot of power but he was already power drunk.
"You're the most beautiful woman in this room" he said to her as she watched him with seductive eyes.
"Gracias and you're the most handsome" he smiled trying to place her rich European accent.
"What's your name?"
"I'm Nina Morieles" no sooner had the words left her mouth when the silent alarm went off

Streetwise sounded breathless and a bit panicked over the one way "okay, we have a problem ...the real Nina Morieles is at the entrance"

Damibiz is nt a ghost reader na....my guy

souloho19:


Tnx bro Jah bless.

P.s: to all ghost readers, you'll recall that the ghost has gone his way and left the gang, however he's feeling threatened by the number of ghosts we have on this thread. I'd advice you to comment oooo..the ghost can be jealous at times

...the real Nina Morieles is at the entrance"


yawa don gas

souloho19:


Tnx bro Jah bless.

P.s: to all ghost readers, you'll recall that the ghost has gone his way and left the gang, however he's feeling threatened by the number of ghosts we have on this thread. I'd advice you to comment oooo..the ghost can be jealous at times

abeg pity dem na

cyber5:
...the real Nina Morieles is at the entrance"


yawa don gas

na real gas

lurkinq!!!

Nitefury we need your input. come and collabo, Repogirl Therock555 y'all need to be on this.

whao! you guys are good.

so no other writer is joining Sohulo 19


that bad ooh.




more ink to da pen bro
your brain no go fry

Tiffanyj, can u face the challenge? This story is a write along. We need writters

Souloho19 u re a freaking bomb....

This is amazing!! Respect to all the writers that have contributed I haven't been able to stop reading since yesterday well done. I will be posting an update to soften the story and enable our ladies put in their update too

Meneski Expect and update this night or tomorrow morning

Update Alert!!
Kindly note I am not a writer, I have never written any story in my life this will be my first attempt.
Criticism is allowed
Souloho19
Meneski and all other writers I sight you all, ghost readers una well done oh


Location
Saint Francis hospital LA

Mrs Meredith Nathan stirred awake, she has been in a coma for a week, her eyes opened slowly she had no idea where she was or why she was on life support.
A nurse walked in to check her vitals, "it's good to see you are awake"
She tried to speak but nothing sound came out
"just relax, I will fetch the doctor now"
Doctor sanchez was just about to bite into his sandwich when the nurse rushed in
"good evening doctor Sanchez, the patient in the ICU is awake"
For the third time he rewraped his sandwich and rushed to the ICU.
"good evening ma'am, how are you feeling?"
"wa... Wat... water" she wispered
The nurse rushed out to get some
"you have been in a coma for a week now, you had a deep cut on the side of your head and suffered from multiple concussions"
"where am i" she wispered
"you are at St Francis hospital, you were brought in by a strange man dressed like a ninja"
" do you remember anything at all? Like your name, social security number, next of kin?"
Then it hit her "she can't remember anything including her name"
********************************************
Location
William's safe house in LA

Anderson was lost in thought, how did he get here? He lost his parent when he was just three years old, he can't even remember what they look like, an accident he was told. He grew up in foster homes before he was adopted by an amazing man Mr craig Nathan who cherished him and loved him like his own, he grew up under the watchful eyes of Mr and Mrs Nathan.
Mr Nathan was a police officer in the 21st princinct California, he was a great cop highly respected and decorated. He taught Anderson about hand to hand combat, critical thinking and profiling, that was where he had developed the passion for law enforcement. He had been a straight A student from college. Oh college! Where he met the most beautiful and selfless woman he had ever known Meredith Turner.
He remembered their first kiss, a sheepish smile playing on his face, he had taken her out on their third date, a picnic at the Edmonton river front, it was so romantic. He put in all the works chocolate and cheese cake for dessert lasagna her favorite for the main dish; 1945 pino arelio red wine and some white roses. It was one of the best days in his entire life, the dimpled smile on her face, the pitch of her laughter and that kiss, oh my! He had an out of body experience.
Fastforward three years later he had married her, had graduated as a rookie agent in the CIA life couldn't be any better. Anderson was so good at his job that he moved up the ranks quickly, his mastery of combat and use of weapons were second to none.
Two beautiful daughters later he got an offer he couldn't refuse to head an arm of the Strategic And Tactical Advanced Network, his life went downhill from then on, he hardly had time for his family, was never there for his daughters, cheated on his wife though the first was for a mission Diana Ross but he couldn't stop afterwards.
He was roused by Angela stirred in her sleep and muttered "mummy I love you" he was broken, he looked at her face a splitting image of his wife. When Angela was born he was in Vietnam undercover for three years, he didn't know if Samantha would even recognise him. He vowed right there that he will do everything in his power to ensure his family is safe even if it means losing his life. He dialled Meredith again for the umpteenth time and still got her voicemail and he smashed his phone on the wall.
"I need to get out of here" he said to himself.
He went to the basement to used streetwise'computer but he could break the security he put in place. He looked around and smiled at all the gadgets in place "William is crazy but right now he's all I have"
He and William had met on a mission in England he was supposed to infiltrate a kidnapping kingpin's villa and bust his operation, William was there before him and he watched as he silently killed Stankov. Happy that his mission is almost done, he was about to copy Stankov's hard drive when he felt a gun to his head the rest is history, although they are not always on the same side Anderson secretly admired William and the way he runs his operations even the CIA don't have some of the gadgets he has seen with William. His mind flashed to his wife again and he hoped she hasn't been killed or else nothing will stop him from slowly killing Trump and his entire generation.

Make una no crucify me oh
Cyberrex
Apollux
StevenGee12
Mhizgap
Arripotta
Bibijay

sanyababa



it's looking nice, at least someone woke d story up



but try to stick with d initial storyline, can't wait to read d crazy imagination


hadampson
stephengee12
meneski
souloho19
cyber5

it don continue oo

Cyberrex:
sanyababa



it's looking nice, at least someone woke d story up



but try to stick with d initial storyline, can't wait to read d crazy imagination


hadampson
stephengee12
meneski
souloho19
cyber5

it don continue oo

Thanks bro I appreciate didn't I get the storyline right?

More more guys are hungry,bt make it longer please

Thank u so much for the update .

Lets sit and see ur magic.

*In souloho19's voice* ride on.

Cyberrex:
sanyababa



it's looking nice, at least someone woke d story up



but try to stick with d initial storyline, can't wait to read d crazy imagination


hadampson
stephengee12
meneski
souloho19
cyber5

it don continue oo

cyberrex
Thanks bro me.

sanyababa i doff hat for you. I'll be waiting for your own story

sanyababa:

Thanks bro I appreciate didn't I get the storyline right?

Nice work

sanyababa:

Thanks bro I appreciate didn't I get the storyline right?

of course you got it right

I'm not getting the story line.... I'm with my pen, but I fear I might deviate from the picture... Someone assist me Biko.... Dis story Is getting boring... It needs life... Tell me d line.

Hello guys lets say Part1 ends here... So any writer thats wants to take over, will have to read part one very well before writing.

Thanks
Meneski.

wow... this is the bomb... but people selfish ooo... upon all these updates... the story still day this page... MOD pls push this to front page...

thumbs up to all the writers...

This is a wicked combo! Loving the spice

Are we still here

I dnt tink so.