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Re: The Hole In The Wall by kennybelle: 7:53pm On Jun 25
Welcome back, Mr Soul. Ur presence was greatly missed

Thanks for the updates wink

The driver seem like a spy though

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by rattyo3(m): 8:07pm On Jun 25
Welcome back souloho19, thank you for the updates and mentioned.
Looking forward to more updates soon.
Seems like Jimoh will die instead of Andy, I'll keep my finger crossed.

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by switkera(f): 7:47am On Jun 26
Thanks for the dedication and the updates. Suspense in all the locations, I hope nothing bad happens to them. Looking forward to more and frequent updates soon.

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by MiaB(f): 9:01am On Jun 26
souloho19:
(p.s; Solly1 if I doze in church I'm holding you responsible)

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Benue
Back in the Obasi residence, the children were up and running about, it seems they could sense the tension had been lifted from their parents and now they could play freely. Emma was busy with her cousin and best friend Soma, making imaginary tea and plaiting the hair of their dolls. Both twin boys were busy playing 'police and thief,' shooting with their index fingers and dodging imaginary bullets, their mouths providing the bullet's audio discharge with their boyish adrenaline filled shouts.

Alli no joy sat at the dining table, watching his grand children. His face was expressionles, if there was one thing he had long mastered, it was the act of maintaining a poker face no matter the emotions going on in him. Especially when he was married to someone like his wife. Martha had the uncanny ability of sniffing out trouble or worries. A long time ago when he was a degenerate gambler and thought gambling would dig him out of the hole it had previously placed him in, his wife had seen through the facade and fake smiles and empty assurances.

That had been a trying period for their young family, but few months later she had gotten pregnant and their son had been born. Rex. Well he was proud of his son, proud of the man he had become, of the lives he had impacted, but.....

He watched as one of the twins (he always had trouble differentiating them, and the little rascals loved playing mind games on him) ran to the dining table and gripped his chest, staggering as if he had been shot. The scene disturbed Alli no joy and he couldn't hold himself anymore.

"Hey Peter....Paul, what kind of play is that? Stop that rough play this instant!"

The boy looked hurt, as if he had been slapped, then grudgingly ran out of the dining hall.

"Al"

He looked up to see his wife in the doorway. She had just come out from Olivia's room and had seen his little outburst. "Al, what is wrong?"

"nothing dear." He almost smiled but stopped himself. Martha could sense a fake smile from a thousand miles away.

She watched him but didn't say anything for a while, instead she pulled out one of the chairs and sat opposite him. "Olivia has been asking for Rex, I don't even know where he is..."

"Martha, you know Rex....He's pursuing a lead to make sure nothing happens again, but I'm sure he'll be back soon. We exchanged texts not long ago." At least that was true, they had exchanged text messages an hour ago. Alli had given him directions to a torture room or interrogation chamber if you will.

"Hmmm....Al, what's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"we've been married for 40 years, give me some credit. Now what's troubling you?"

"Excuse me sir," his in-law Paul, major with the Nigerian Army approached the doorway and Alli gratefully excused himself and made his escape.

"What is it son?" he said immediately they were out of earshot.

"One of the agents is back, he's outside, he said Rex sent him back for reinforcements."

"Reinforcements against what?"

"I think an attack is imminent." Paul sounded really tensed. His entire world was in the house. His three kids and his wife. "I think we should vacate the premises immediately."


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I've never really been a spiritual person. As a matter of fact, I realize, throughout most of my life, I was more religious than spiritual, going through the motions, when I was young; sunday school, the occassional communion on sunday, then back in school on monday, crushing on Sofie the class rep in those days, then as I grew older, and preteen hormones became wilder, I also began crushing on Amanda, the choir director's daughter in church.

Fome had even been the one to drag me to campus fellowships during our uni days, I guess I never really thought much about God, or heaven or even Jesus. Sure it was always at the back of my mind, usually the first exclamation to come out of my mouth whenever I was shocked, but I was as spiritually aware as a blind man looking at rainbows. Then something happened, I stared down the barrel of the gun countless times, faced death a billion times, held my breath while detonating a deadly nerve gas, with seconds to spare and somehow I had managed to save scores of women from an unknown but surely gruesome fate. Somewhere along the line, there had been a paradigm shift. I was not the same person I had been before. I had become a husband and a father but was I a better man?

I stood in the cramped apartment, looking at the injured driver who was still flat on his back, eyes open wide in fear. He really thought he was going to die, he thought I was going to shoot him, and I thought so too. After-all I had gotten every information I could get out of him already, Tonye was already on her way to the airport, heading to the hotel location the first minister was said to be lodged. As a matter of fact she could very well be on the plane already.

Blood still trickled down my arm from the shoulder where the bastard driver had aimed for my heart but missed, I didn't even feel the pain. I kept pointing the gun at him, as my blood went cold. Not in the way you're thinking but in another similar yet different way indeed. I don't know how it happened, but one second I was about to pull the trigger, wondering if I had it in me to be so cold blooded and the next second I went cold blooded, literally. It was like a dejavu feeling, but the last time I had felt this way, was when I had been jerked out of a nightmare. A nightmare which, 'big mummy' aka the Chief's wife aka the old witch of the west had stabbed me, repeating the phrase 'so you want to be a hero' over and over again while I drew my last breath.

Now there was a chill in my spine and heat on my flesh, for before my very eyes, my flesh seemed to burst into flames, it was like my spirit left my body and I could watch my body burn, the gun dropped from my hand as the flame began to spread all over my body. I didn't shout, I don't think I could. I didn't even try to put out the flames but instead knelt to the floor slowly and went still.

I began to sweat profusely but the chill still remained. Slowly the vision cleared and I became aware of the pain in my shoulder. I blinked rapidly as the room came into focus and the pathetic form lying on the floor, saying his last prayers, expecting a one ticket trip to hell, via the bullet.

What kind of hallucination was that? It felt like a warning, what kind of warning? Hell? Or.....

A vibration in my pocket snapped my thoughts clear and I staggered backwards till I rested on the small table. The driver remained on the wooden pile on the floor and when I dropped the gun beside me, I sensed him heave a sigh of relief.

I grabbed my phone and checked the ID. It was my father.

"Rex, we want to leave here....the other agent just came back, its too dangerous. And Olivia has been unable to sleep, she has been asking for you all day."

I checked my watch, it was quarter to 6. The day had flown by. I felt a pang in my heart at the mention of my wife's name. I suddenly had a strong foreboding, like I was never going to see her again, a shiver ran through my spine.

"Where....where are you planning on going?"

"What's wrong with your voice?"

"It's just a little cold. What will you tell Mama and the others?"

"Well Paul and I spoke about it and we don't think it's wise to wait for any attack that would likely be overwhelming. The smart move is to portray the possible danger to the family, although I'm still keeping the other part close to my chest for now."

The 'other part' was the alleged involvement of our in-law, our own honourable Sam as the first minister.

I nodded, but my dad wasn't finished. "Rex do you remember the corner in my room, beside the bookshelf that was forbidden to you?"

"Yes..." I was confused, I remembered my dad had flogged the curiosity out of me whenever I went too close to his bookshelf. Until I had finally grown older and lost interest.

"I'll send you a detailed message with directions, after this call. The thing is, back in the day, during the military coup there was massive political unrest and inter tribal killings, I fashioned something like an emergency exit."

"Okay...." I still wasn't getting him. Why was he telling me this now?

"I just felt you should know that, I didn't want you wandering about stumbling on it and getting lost, that was why I was so hard on you back then."

"Okay dad..." I continued eyeballing the driver. The pain in my shoulder was getting real intense now. Maybe I should just shoot the bastard, after-all the chill was gone.

"Transporting Olivia may be a challenge. You guys went with the ambulance, remember?"

"Oh that's true..."

"We'll think of something, I'll send the directions to you."

"To the exit latch?"

"No, well that too....but I mean the location I'll be taking the family. it's an old friend of mine from back in the day."

"Ok, i'll be expecting the text."

"Son....I know I never told you this while you were growing up but, I love you and I'm proud of you."

You know how they say some men go their whole lives seeking validation from their father? Well my father had just given me his but it left a strange vibration in my ear and a sour taste in my mouth and a lethargy in my soul.

It felt like an epitaph; here-in lies my son, whom I loved and was proud of.


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Tonye was not yet on the plane. She had missed the first flight by few minutes and had to wait in the airport for another 30 minutes until a connecting flight from the north would touch down briefly and be off to Lagos again. She sat in the airport cafe, with a small box of juice and brought out her phone and stared at her husband's number for a full minute and finally, she couldn't hold back anymore. She dialled his number and almost gave up after it rang and rang but then he picked the call.

He sounded super stressed. "hello, babe."

"Bami...how are you....what's that sound, what's going on?"

She couldn't place it, it sounded like a banshee of some sort, a crazy and spiteful wail.

"Tonye....it's a long story, that's the chief's daughter?"

"Oh you found her..?!" She heard her boarding call and quickly got to her feet.

"well, something like that, actually she killed....."

Her husband voice faded to the background as she saw a peculiar man come out of the immigration clearing; 'Arrivals'

She didn't know him, his face didn't look familiar at all, yet.....yet she knew she had seen that face before, but she didn't know where.
She chewed her lip deep in thought and absentmindedly ended the call while her husband was still speaking. She handed the phone to airport security and was searched, before being cleared to board.

Maybe it was just a coincidence, she couldn't really place the face after all....maybe it was a look alike....but yet....

:::
25 minutes later and 10,000 feet in the air, she snapped her fingers and jerked so suddenly that the woman beside her flinched away like she was crazy.

She brought out her phone and powered it on. She had switched it off just before takeoff, now she waited impatiently for it to power on and activated the flight mode. She hurriedly scrolled through her pdf documents to the report Kirsten had compiled weeks ago. She could almost swear she had seen that face pop up alongside the Shadow's underground associates.
She scanned the pages hurriedly, ignoring the discreet cough from the sassy stewardess.

This time it was her turn to feel cold.


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Mynet11 found the car in the parking lot exactly where it was meant to be. He entered and drove out, consulting his google maps to the hotel which had been booked for him in advance. It was a stones throw from the Obasi residence and left to him, he would have performed the hit tonight and left the shitty town immediately. But the first minister wanted it done in the morning. So he'll have to wait, maybe get a nice LovePeddler to spend the night with. If not he'll spend the night branding his bullets. He never fired a bullet that didn't have the 11 mark.


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Somewhere in Lagos..

The hand movements were swift, they sliced the air perfectly, causing a swishing sound with each strike. The movement was purposeful and painfully slow but yet almost fast at the same time. The tongue was glued to roof of the mouth, to enable the swift ride of the autonomic nervous system and to fully gain unremitting mindfulness that connects through body and soul, the breaths were short and deep, controlled with every movement, every stance. His heart had reduced drastically to 26 beats per minute.

This was no routine meditation, it was dangerous, energy was in the air. Sparrow was literally on the edge, but he had to. The heaviness in his spirit hadn't just been because he had killed a lot of men, well that was mainly the reason, plus the alcohol hadn't helped either. But there was something else. Something his QI was trying to tell him, he needed to literally toe this line. The birds continued to dance and fly about him, chirpping excitedly, increasing their pace slowly as he arched and rose, raising his left leg till it was high above his head, almost like a ballet dancer, that is if any could achieve such perfect gracefull movement.

Suddenly the birds began to move in one accord, round his body in one crazy frenzy, feathers flying about as they began to whistle and chirp. Only expert bird watchers would know that was a war cry, not a mating or playful cry. Sparrow slowly opened his eyes, flowing with the birds and immediately he saw the Crow. Perched on a tree a little way off. Watching him with the dead eyes crows are infamous for. The moment Sparrow saw the bird killer, the hundreds of smaller birds flying around him headed for the Corvus.

Most of them would be killed, but they had sheer volume and overwhelming force on their side. Their short but strong beaks together would tear the black bird apart.

Sparrow had just received his insight. He rushed out of the woods to where he had left the truck running.

He sped towards BROTA.

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Fidelis dropped his gun in the security gate and headed toward the pickup truck. He could recognize Old man Rosco holding a carton of bottled water, standing akwardly as he watched the glass doors, unsure whether to drop the crates or walk into the building.

"Bros Rosco, evening sir!" Fidelis called out, eyeing the other crates of beer on the floor. The other man was bent into the truck, probably trying to wedge free more crated drinks.

"Oh officer, evening. why the kit up, hope we're safe?" the old man asked playfully. He sounded a bit nervous.

"Yes o, but we need to do this quickly. Just drop all the drinks, I'll do the rest."

The walkie talkie on Fidelis' arm beeped suddenly. "......(Static) approaching....(static) over?"

"Come again...I didn't get you....over?"

"I repeat, truck headed over, perceived as unfriendly..."

Fidelis turned to look at the gate on the other end, although it was pure steel and didn't afford any view.
The young man straightened up from the pickup. He had finally retreieved what he had been battling with, but it was a shotgun. He aimed it at the guard's chest and pulled the trigger.

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Cornelius had been feeling foolish, watching stupidly as his partner strolled towards the pickup truck when movement from the far end screen caught his attention. A camouflaged truck had branched of the road and was no doubt heading malevolently towards the gate. He immediately reached for his walkie talkie to alert his Fidelis but ended up distracting him and he couldn't believe his eyes when the young man with Old man Rosco shot his partner in the chest at point blank range. The man began running towards the security house and Cornelius' eyes flew through the different boxes on the screen, the different camera angles. The truck was outside the gate and armed mercenaries were jumping out.

"Oh my God, Oh my God Oh my GOd!" he shouted, almost freezing in fear.

He froze for what seemed like eternity and finally hit a button and grabbed a microphone off the desk. "We're under attack!"

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Meanwhile, just inside, Dagnet was catching up with Short Sam's wife, telling her about her perfect record of closing cases, as a matter of fact the only case she hadn't closed or was yet to close was the one with the hole in the wall.

"Your life is just so different from what I'm used to....." S.s' wife was saying, her voice filled with admiration.
"What was that?" She asked as a loud noise from outside vibrated the building.

Dagnet knew what it was, or what she hoped it wasn't. It sounded like a pump action gun. She froze, raising a hand and silencing the barrage of questions which was no doubt about to rush out from the other woman's mouth.

Then almost immediately there was a screeching sound in the speaker and the frantic shout of man almost fully mad filled the 2 story building.
"We're under attack! We're under attack!"

"Oh my God, where's my son! Junior where are you?!"


To Be Continued...

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by MiaB(f): 9:01am On Jun 26
souloho19:
(p.s; Solly1 if I doze in church I'm holding you responsible)

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:::::::
Benue
Back in the Obasi residence, the children were up and running about, it seems they could sense the tension had been lifted from their parents and now they could play freely. Emma was busy with her cousin and best friend Soma, making imaginary tea and plaiting the hair of their dolls. Both twin boys were busy playing 'police and thief,' shooting with their index fingers and dodging imaginary bullets, their mouths providing the bullet's audio discharge with their boyish adrenaline filled shouts.

Alli no joy sat at the dining table, watching his grand children. His face was expressionles, if there was one thing he had long mastered, it was the act of maintaining a poker face no matter the emotions going on in him. Especially when he was married to someone like his wife. Martha had the uncanny ability of sniffing out trouble or worries. A long time ago when he was a degenerate gambler and thought gambling would dig him out of the hole it had previously placed him in, his wife had seen through the facade and fake smiles and empty assurances.

That had been a trying period for their young family, but few months later she had gotten pregnant and their son had been born. Rex. Well he was proud of his son, proud of the man he had become, of the lives he had impacted, but.....

He watched as one of the twins (he always had trouble differentiating them, and the little rascals loved playing mind games on him) ran to the dining table and gripped his chest, staggering as if he had been shot. The scene disturbed Alli no joy and he couldn't hold himself anymore.

"Hey Peter....Paul, what kind of play is that? Stop that rough play this instant!"

The boy looked hurt, as if he had been slapped, then grudgingly ran out of the dining hall.

"Al"

He looked up to see his wife in the doorway. She had just come out from Olivia's room and had seen his little outburst. "Al, what is wrong?"

"nothing dear." He almost smiled but stopped himself. Martha could sense a fake smile from a thousand miles away.

She watched him but didn't say anything for a while, instead she pulled out one of the chairs and sat opposite him. "Olivia has been asking for Rex, I don't even know where he is..."

"Martha, you know Rex....He's pursuing a lead to make sure nothing happens again, but I'm sure he'll be back soon. We exchanged texts not long ago." At least that was true, they had exchanged text messages an hour ago. Alli had given him directions to a torture room or interrogation chamber if you will.

"Hmmm....Al, what's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"we've been married for 40 years, give me some credit. Now what's troubling you?"

"Excuse me sir," his in-law Paul, major with the Nigerian Army approached the doorway and Alli gratefully excused himself and made his escape.

"What is it son?" he said immediately they were out of earshot.

"One of the agents is back, he's outside, he said Rex sent him back for reinforcements."

"Reinforcements against what?"

"I think an attack is imminent." Paul sounded really tensed. His entire world was in the house. His three kids and his wife. "I think we should vacate the premises immediately."


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I've never really been a spiritual person. As a matter of fact, I realize, throughout most of my life, I was more religious than spiritual, going through the motions, when I was young; sunday school, the occassional communion on sunday, then back in school on monday, crushing on Sofie the class rep in those days, then as I grew older, and preteen hormones became wilder, I also began crushing on Amanda, the choir director's daughter in church.

Fome had even been the one to drag me to campus fellowships during our uni days, I guess I never really thought much about God, or heaven or even Jesus. Sure it was always at the back of my mind, usually the first exclamation to come out of my mouth whenever I was shocked, but I was as spiritually aware as a blind man looking at rainbows. Then something happened, I stared down the barrel of the gun countless times, faced death a billion times, held my breath while detonating a deadly nerve gas, with seconds to spare and somehow I had managed to save scores of women from an unknown but surely gruesome fate. Somewhere along the line, there had been a paradigm shift. I was not the same person I had been before. I had become a husband and a father but was I a better man?

I stood in the cramped apartment, looking at the injured driver who was still flat on his back, eyes open wide in fear. He really thought he was going to die, he thought I was going to shoot him, and I thought so too. After-all I had gotten every information I could get out of him already, Tonye was already on her way to the airport, heading to the hotel location the first minister was said to be lodged. As a matter of fact she could very well be on the plane already.

Blood still trickled down my arm from the shoulder where the bastard driver had aimed for my heart but missed, I didn't even feel the pain. I kept pointing the gun at him, as my blood went cold. Not in the way you're thinking but in another similar yet different way indeed. I don't know how it happened, but one second I was about to pull the trigger, wondering if I had it in me to be so cold blooded and the next second I went cold blooded, literally. It was like a dejavu feeling, but the last time I had felt this way, was when I had been jerked out of a nightmare. A nightmare which, 'big mummy' aka the Chief's wife aka the old witch of the west had stabbed me, repeating the phrase 'so you want to be a hero' over and over again while I drew my last breath.

Now there was a chill in my spine and heat on my flesh, for before my very eyes, my flesh seemed to burst into flames, it was like my spirit left my body and I could watch my body burn, the gun dropped from my hand as the flame began to spread all over my body. I didn't shout, I don't think I could. I didn't even try to put out the flames but instead knelt to the floor slowly and went still.

I began to sweat profusely but the chill still remained. Slowly the vision cleared and I became aware of the pain in my shoulder. I blinked rapidly as the room came into focus and the pathetic form lying on the floor, saying his last prayers, expecting a one ticket trip to hell, via the bullet.

What kind of hallucination was that? It felt like a warning, what kind of warning? Hell? Or.....

A vibration in my pocket snapped my thoughts clear and I staggered backwards till I rested on the small table. The driver remained on the wooden pile on the floor and when I dropped the gun beside me, I sensed him heave a sigh of relief.

I grabbed my phone and checked the ID. It was my father.

"Rex, we want to leave here....the other agent just came back, its too dangerous. And Olivia has been unable to sleep, she has been asking for you all day."

I checked my watch, it was quarter to 6. The day had flown by. I felt a pang in my heart at the mention of my wife's name. I suddenly had a strong foreboding, like I was never going to see her again, a shiver ran through my spine.

"Where....where are you planning on going?"

"What's wrong with your voice?"

"It's just a little cold. What will you tell Mama and the others?"

"Well Paul and I spoke about it and we don't think it's wise to wait for any attack that would likely be overwhelming. The smart move is to portray the possible danger to the family, although I'm still keeping the other part close to my chest for now."

The 'other part' was the alleged involvement of our in-law, our own honourable Sam as the first minister.

I nodded, but my dad wasn't finished. "Rex do you remember the corner in my room, beside the bookshelf that was forbidden to you?"

"Yes..." I was confused, I remembered my dad had flogged the curiosity out of me whenever I went too close to his bookshelf. Until I had finally grown older and lost interest.

"I'll send you a detailed message with directions, after this call. The thing is, back in the day, during the military coup there was massive political unrest and inter tribal killings, I fashioned something like an emergency exit."

"Okay...." I still wasn't getting him. Why was he telling me this now?

"I just felt you should know that, I didn't want you wandering about stumbling on it and getting lost, that was why I was so hard on you back then."

"Okay dad..." I continued eyeballing the driver. The pain in my shoulder was getting real intense now. Maybe I should just shoot the bastard, after-all the chill was gone.

"Transporting Olivia may be a challenge. You guys went with the ambulance, remember?"

"Oh that's true..."

"We'll think of something, I'll send the directions to you."

"To the exit latch?"

"No, well that too....but I mean the location I'll be taking the family. it's an old friend of mine from back in the day."

"Ok, i'll be expecting the text."

"Son....I know I never told you this while you were growing up but, I love you and I'm proud of you."

You know how they say some men go their whole lives seeking validation from their father? Well my father had just given me his but it left a strange vibration in my ear and a sour taste in my mouth and a lethargy in my soul.

It felt like an epitaph; here-in lies my son, whom I loved and was proud of.


::::::::::::::
Tonye was not yet on the plane. She had missed the first flight by few minutes and had to wait in the airport for another 30 minutes until a connecting flight from the north would touch down briefly and be off to Lagos again. She sat in the airport cafe, with a small box of juice and brought out her phone and stared at her husband's number for a full minute and finally, she couldn't hold back anymore. She dialled his number and almost gave up after it rang and rang but then he picked the call.

He sounded super stressed. "hello, babe."

"Bami...how are you....what's that sound, what's going on?"

She couldn't place it, it sounded like a banshee of some sort, a crazy and spiteful wail.

"Tonye....it's a long story, that's the chief's daughter?"

"Oh you found her..?!" She heard her boarding call and quickly got to her feet.

"well, something like that, actually she killed....."

Her husband voice faded to the background as she saw a peculiar man come out of the immigration clearing; 'Arrivals'

She didn't know him, his face didn't look familiar at all, yet.....yet she knew she had seen that face before, but she didn't know where.
She chewed her lip deep in thought and absentmindedly ended the call while her husband was still speaking. She handed the phone to airport security and was searched, before being cleared to board.

Maybe it was just a coincidence, she couldn't really place the face after all....maybe it was a look alike....but yet....

:::
25 minutes later and 10,000 feet in the air, she snapped her fingers and jerked so suddenly that the woman beside her flinched away like she was crazy.

She brought out her phone and powered it on. She had switched it off just before takeoff, now she waited impatiently for it to power on and activated the flight mode. She hurriedly scrolled through her pdf documents to the report Kirsten had compiled weeks ago. She could almost swear she had seen that face pop up alongside the Shadow's underground associates.
She scanned the pages hurriedly, ignoring the discreet cough from the sassy stewardess.

This time it was her turn to feel cold.


::::::::

Mynet11 found the car in the parking lot exactly where it was meant to be. He entered and drove out, consulting his google maps to the hotel which had been booked for him in advance. It was a stones throw from the Obasi residence and left to him, he would have performed the hit tonight and left the shitty town immediately. But the first minister wanted it done in the morning. So he'll have to wait, maybe get a nice LovePeddler to spend the night with. If not he'll spend the night branding his bullets. He never fired a bullet that didn't have the 11 mark.


::::::::::::::
Somewhere in Lagos..

The hand movements were swift, they sliced the air perfectly, causing a swishing sound with each strike. The movement was purposeful and painfully slow but yet almost fast at the same time. The tongue was glued to roof of the mouth, to enable the swift ride of the autonomic nervous system and to fully gain unremitting mindfulness that connects through body and soul, the breaths were short and deep, controlled with every movement, every stance. His heart had reduced drastically to 26 beats per minute.

This was no routine meditation, it was dangerous, energy was in the air. Sparrow was literally on the edge, but he had to. The heaviness in his spirit hadn't just been because he had killed a lot of men, well that was mainly the reason, plus the alcohol hadn't helped either. But there was something else. Something his QI was trying to tell him, he needed to literally toe this line. The birds continued to dance and fly about him, chirpping excitedly, increasing their pace slowly as he arched and rose, raising his left leg till it was high above his head, almost like a ballet dancer, that is if any could achieve such perfect gracefull movement.

Suddenly the birds began to move in one accord, round his body in one crazy frenzy, feathers flying about as they began to whistle and chirp. Only expert bird watchers would know that was a war cry, not a mating or playful cry. Sparrow slowly opened his eyes, flowing with the birds and immediately he saw the Crow. Perched on a tree a little way off. Watching him with the dead eyes crows are infamous for. The moment Sparrow saw the bird killer, the hundreds of smaller birds flying around him headed for the Corvus.

Most of them would be killed, but they had sheer volume and overwhelming force on their side. Their short but strong beaks together would tear the black bird apart.

Sparrow had just received his insight. He rushed out of the woods to where he had left the truck running.

He sped towards BROTA.

:::::::::::
Fidelis dropped his gun in the security gate and headed toward the pickup truck. He could recognize Old man Rosco holding a carton of bottled water, standing akwardly as he watched the glass doors, unsure whether to drop the crates or walk into the building.

"Bros Rosco, evening sir!" Fidelis called out, eyeing the other crates of beer on the floor. The other man was bent into the truck, probably trying to wedge free more crated drinks.

"Oh officer, evening. why the kit up, hope we're safe?" the old man asked playfully. He sounded a bit nervous.

"Yes o, but we need to do this quickly. Just drop all the drinks, I'll do the rest."

The walkie talkie on Fidelis' arm beeped suddenly. "......(Static) approaching....(static) over?"

"Come again...I didn't get you....over?"

"I repeat, truck headed over, perceived as unfriendly..."

Fidelis turned to look at the gate on the other end, although it was pure steel and didn't afford any view.
The young man straightened up from the pickup. He had finally retreieved what he had been battling with, but it was a shotgun. He aimed it at the guard's chest and pulled the trigger.

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Cornelius had been feeling foolish, watching stupidly as his partner strolled towards the pickup truck when movement from the far end screen caught his attention. A camouflaged truck had branched of the road and was no doubt heading malevolently towards the gate. He immediately reached for his walkie talkie to alert his Fidelis but ended up distracting him and he couldn't believe his eyes when the young man with Old man Rosco shot his partner in the chest at point blank range. The man began running towards the security house and Cornelius' eyes flew through the different boxes on the screen, the different camera angles. The truck was outside the gate and armed mercenaries were jumping out.

"Oh my God, Oh my God Oh my GOd!" he shouted, almost freezing in fear.

He froze for what seemed like eternity and finally hit a button and grabbed a microphone off the desk. "We're under attack!"

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Meanwhile, just inside, Dagnet was catching up with Short Sam's wife, telling her about her perfect record of closing cases, as a matter of fact the only case she hadn't closed or was yet to close was the one with the hole in the wall.

"Your life is just so different from what I'm used to....." S.s' wife was saying, her voice filled with admiration.
"What was that?" She asked as a loud noise from outside vibrated the building.

Dagnet knew what it was, or what she hoped it wasn't. It sounded like a pump action gun. She froze, raising a hand and silencing the barrage of questions which was no doubt about to rush out from the other woman's mouth.

Then almost immediately there was a screeching sound in the speaker and the frantic shout of man almost fully mad filled the 2 story building.
"We're under attack! We're under attack!"

"Oh my God, where's my son! Junior where are you?!"


To Be Continued...
update

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by genius43(m): 9:18am On Jun 26
MiaB:
update

You can reply and mention the author without having to quote two updates.

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by donblazer10(m): 1:03pm On Jun 26
MiaB:
update
quoting the two updates was highly unnecessary

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by Oluwaseunliz(f): 4:31pm On Jun 26
Fuuuuuuuccck... Souloho, you are making my heart beating fast... More of it

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by kennybelle: 6:55pm On Jun 26
Dear writer, pls come give us some updates. A nice update and a cup of tea in this cold weather... Better together wink

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by paulohgirlie(f): 11:42pm On Jun 26
Souloho, where art thou?

U dropped a grenade nd ran away grin grin grin
I beg update b4 dis girlie wee-wee for body grin tongue

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by Kawo9ze(m): 4:00pm On Jun 27
Bro tuale 4 you, after a stressful day, you dropped a reliever, thanks for the mention.....
Hope this driver come in peace, he could be a government force spy or non-chalant being, anyway souloho9 the pen is in your hand but don't take to long and also drop your contact should incase!�
Shalom!

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by mitchelljnr(m): 5:54pm On Jun 27
That person that quoted two updates just to comment "update" and made me got excited like there's an update ehn. May God have mercy on you.

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by Teehsticckz(m): 10:25pm On Jun 27
Welcome back boss...Had a hard time figuring out who is who though.. Let us see more of you biko..

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by chibestjerry(m): 12:43pm On Jun 28
and the suspense kept getting hot and hot, although its been long but the wait was worth it at the end... thanks you souloho19 you are doppppeeeee

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by Mynet11(m): 12:18am On Jun 29
Welcome back Souloho, we missed u so much. Hope all is well with u. Thanks so much for these 2 updates, it was worth the wait eventhough i was worried about ur absence online. Unlimited ink to ur pen. Jah bless. Oh lest i forget, thanks for the dedication. Waiting patiently for more. Mynet11

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by EkopSparoAyara(m): 7:56am On Jun 29
Alot of happenings in the life of BROTA(NS )...

BRAVO SOULOHO19..

It's my birthday today guys..

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by souloho19(m): 11:15am On Jun 29
EkopSparoAyara:
Alot of happenings in the life of BROTA(NS )...

BRAVO SOULOHO19..

It's my birthday today guys..

Wow! Happy birthday brother....I remember birthing Agent Sparrow after your birthday request...a year gone so fast shocked

I'm in Transit at the moment but provided this traffic doesn't drain me, I'll definitely try and drop an update later today.

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by souloho19(m): 11:18am On Jun 29
paulohgirlie:
Souloho, where art thou?

U dropped a grenade nd ran away grin grin grin
I beg update b4 dis girlie wee-wee for body grin tongue

Lool that's my way na grin

Update is coming pls hold on

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by souloho19(m): 11:22am On Jun 29
Mynet11:
Welcome back Souloho, we missed u so much. Hope all is well with u. Thanks so much for these 2 updates, it was worth the wait eventhough i was worried about ur absence online. Unlimited ink to ur pen. Jah bless. Oh lest i forget, thanks for the dedication. Waiting patiently for more. Mynet11

Thanks a lot boss...I'll do better with communicating so that you guys won't always get worried..but hopefully I'm back for good and the story will be ending really soon too. Thanks for your kind words boss!

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by souloho19(m): 11:23am On Jun 29
Thanks for your comments....You're all appreciated, much love from the depth of soul's soul. kiss

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by adeosuntunde: 11:56am On Jun 29
souloho19:
Thanks for your comments....You're all appreciated, much love from the depth of soul's soul. kiss




Ka abo pada si ile agbara

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by genius43(m): 12:15pm On Jun 29
souloho19:
Thanks for your comments....You're all appreciated, much love from the depth of soul's soul. kiss

You are welcome, now back to cliffhanger, the suspense is just to much...

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by paulohgirlie(f): 9:53pm On Jun 29
EkopSparoAyara:
Alot of happenings in the life of BROTA(NS )...

BRAVO SOULOHO19..

It's my birthday today guys..

Happy birthday bto. Greater u in all life ramification in Jesus name. Age with grace nd favour

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by ultramayor: 10:52pm On Jun 29
Happy birthday. Wish you more milk to ur b***s, lol just kidding� .Wish you long life and prosperity ���

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by souloho19(m): 2:05pm On Jun 30
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I decided not to leave the driver in the house since my dad had given me strict instructions to ensure the safe house was exactly as I had met it. That wasn't a problem, the small house was scanty with little or no furniture...except for the broken kitchen chair in the corner, and the driver still sitting in the wooden pile. I had smacked him real bad, but my shoulder was killing me the nail had really dug deep into my shoulder.

...I'll have to go for a tetanus shot for sure. I sighed....I hated injections...it's not my fault...you remember what I went through in the hands of the crazy shadow and his pentothal injection.

"Get up on your feet...any funny movement and I'm killing you immediately....I hope you try something funny so I won't have to go through the stress of dragging you about." I barked.

He seemed to believe me which was good, cause I meant every word.

I picked up my phone from the counter and noticed my network was struggling to get past the first bar.

"No network." I sighed, "come on, go out first." I waved my gun towards the entrance and Junior, the first minister's driver, walked meekly to the door.

I directed him to the sedan..it was a good thing Clyde hadn't driven it off to my house earlier..

"Hope your eyes are wide open...You're driving..."I tossed him the key (with my left hand)

I entered the passenger seat and waited until he also opened the door and got in. "why were you wasting time without entering....You're walking on eggshells here....don't forget what I said....just give me a reason to bodybag and put you in the booth."

"I can't try anything....I was just thanking God."

I raised an eyebrow,

"That I'm still alive, I thought you'll kill me so many times."

"Oh...well it's better you hold off on any prayer for now."

He swallowed and started the car.

The man was very fearful, since he had attacked me and I had been a second away from shooting him..I could understand...staring into the barrel of a loaded gun was a humbling experience.

My phone vibrated..Which meant network was back. I hurriedly headed for my call log, intending to call my father, but I noticed the message icon kept blinking, so I opened it first. It was from Kirsten.

Deadly assassin sighted at the Benue airport this afternoon. He has a page in the report I mad last month which means he has affiliation with the shadow and by extension, the wall.

"Holy Mackerel!! I opened my door, shouting like a Crazed fellow..."move over...move over..switch!"

Junior scrambled across, to the passenger seat. I entered the car and gunned the engine... Keeping my mind blank if not my thoughts could drive me crazy.

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Paul followed the car closely, maintaining his position directly behind the uber. When they turned into the express, a tanker got in-between them and it took him a couple of minutes to overtake it.

"Where exactly are they going?" Utebo asked from the backseat.

"No idea.."

The car entered a pothole and Olivia gasped in pain..she was trying her best not to worry the kids by biting down each cry of pain when the ache in her knees got too much to bear. She wouldn't mind the painkillers now...she'll gladly pop a dozen if it will make the pain go away..

Emma was already looking at her strangely,...the little child was in her aunt's lap but her full attention was on her mother.

There's a general rumour that kids are extra sensitive and are influenced by our mood and in this case it seemed to be true, Emma was quiet and moody, unlike.the boys who.were playing some kind of game, looking out the window and counting the buildings.
When the car jerked and Olivia winced, Emma's lips began to quiver and her eyes, fill up.

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Mynet's Intel was correct but 72 hours late. He had a description of the Obasi's family car, the make colour, plate number, even information about the dim and bright headlights. He had a picture on his mobile which had been sent to him while he was still in Abuja..and the car was virtually stamped on his mind...plus he has received photographs of everyone he was going to kill tonight...including the children. It was going to be a massacre and the plan was to burn the house so the bodies would be cremated immediately.

That was dark humour.

He drove the Nissan which had been arranged for him earlier when the his room had been booked, the hotel clerk had only given him the car keys with the room key.

He wasn't in a hurry, he drove slowly, trying his best to observe all the cars on the highway.

Unknown to him, Alli no joy had driven to Lagos a couple of nights ago, and the car he was on the lookout for was parked hundreds of miles away, in the parking lot..

A couple of cars passed him but he had no idea his targets were in two of the vehicles.

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"My God!are you.okay?"

Dagnet turned back.and rushed to Buzz's side. The bullets had caught him on His back, just beneath the ribcage and he stumbled, shouting and trying to continue walking, but gradually he fell to his knees.

"the bullet passed through...it's not stuck in there, I just need to stop the blood first, you'll be fine.." She sounded a lot more reassuring than she felt.

"I wonder...the.kind of....g...guns these people have." He said slowly..wincing with.each breath.

Dagnet tore off her shirt, pressing it against.the.exit hole, which was gushing like.a literal.bloody fountain.

She looked at the family of three who were huddled together, shaking and avoiding the bloody scene by, shielding their inquisitive son and looking away.

"Sam..go get the light back on...just go straight and look to -"

"I know.where it is...the gunshots are.getting closer...come honey, come Junior. Hey detective, let him tell you how to operate the code" he called over his shoulder as he rushed to the end of the hallway were the circuit box was situated.

He jumped and stretched but couldn't reach the lever, until his wife stood on tiptoes and helped him pull it and immediately the light came on.

"Honey take junior with you to the kitchen let me try and help.."

Dagnet was struggling to help Buzz to his feet. She had managed to remove and tie her shirt round his body to atleast reduce the blood if not stop it completely.

He observed Buzz for some.seconds then cleared his throat,
"errrm...maybe he should.just tell us the code now.."

He had legitimate concerns...Buzz looked like he could rest in peace any minute.

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Outside, a serious gun fight was going on. The elation Bami had felt when he realized the car was bullet proof, was quickly replaced with frustration as the bullets kept raining. He couldn't get down from the car...and frankly, he didn't want to. But he couldn't even lower the glass to shoot.

"Run that one." Ada said and he followed her gaze. The man was flat on the ground shooting at them, probably trying to hit something flammable under the car.

Bami floored the pedal. The car had very sharp acceleration and the needle rose steadily. The man scrambled to his knees and rolled away, a cartwheel out of danger, he continued shooting away, However he made a terrible miscalculation, was a second too slow to react as he had stared at the incoming car in disbelief.

A little flick of the steering was all it took. The man got creamed, The crunching sound of metal meeting flesh was sickening as usual. What was even more so, was when the car drove over what felt like a speed bump but was the body of the merc.

The second of the trio ran to the van and emerged, fixing the rocket head to his RPG.

"Oh shit....!" Bami shouted as the mercenary leveled the deadly weapon in their direction.. He couldn't speed and knock him down... He wouldn't reach it in time...And surely the car would blow up. It had really impressive armour but there was no way it could survive a 'shakabulla'

Bami had thrown up both hands in fear as if he wanted to perform some magic...And it worked...the man who had been about to unleash the rocket, fell to the ground, dead. Bami cranned his neck, checking out his rearview and side mirror.

He caught a glimpse of the man who had saved him...Sparrow. He didn't really see him...just a flash of silver hair.

Suddenly, the lights Came on without any prior warning...Sparrow had been walking up to the man, deciding to avoid killing him if possible. When the light came on, he was vulnerable for a second cause the guard was swiveling his gun round, in a confused state. He saw Sparrow immediately and shot him.

The man with the silver ponytail went down immediately and the merc hurried to stand over him and empty his whole rounds of bullets..

He raised his gun and....

Whoosh!

The small but mighty blue car crashed into him, slamming him backwards against the pickup.

Bami was out of the door quickly, shouting, "Sparrow...are you okay?"

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Bigelow was in trouble...the tear gas was making it impossible for him to remain where he was, yet if he moved, he would surely be cut down by the bullets.

The team was was advancing strategically, releasing sporadic bullets as they walked down the hallway, pointing their guns in the open offices or kicking in the doors.

The tear gas was really killing him and the men were getting closer. Then the light came on and he knew they won't reach the panic room on time, the gunmen were advancing with much speed.

The grenade he had lunched earlier must have really hurt them and put them on a brutal Offensive.

He removed two grenades from the waist belt. He said a quick prayer and pulled the pin from both grenades and took a deep breath which was a big mistake, His eyes became watery immediatelyas the harmful gas filled his lungs, and rushed out of his corner.

He was shot immediately. He fell to the floor slowly, like a choreographed move...knees fest the lowered himself slowly to the ground. Both hands fell to his side and the grenades rolled out of each one.
Two of the shooters looked at each other in horror.

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Benue..
Alli no joy kept checking his side mirror and craving in his seat, "Are we being followed?" Clyde asked.

"No no....just the second car behind us...." He looked at the driver, "Driver head towards Government road first....maybe we'll see a nice guest house."

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The car pulled up a couple of streets away and the assassin moved about in the dark till he had a view of the house. The lights were off and every curtain drawn...It felt empty. They were probably just sleeping. He remained in his spot for 15 minutes, scoping the neighbourhood and then decided he'll have to break in.

A 6th sense told him to hold on for a while and he paused at the end of the shrubs, shaded in-between the plants...And he saw the headlights. Closer and brighter until the car screeched to a stop.

A man got out and went round the car to the gate.

"You, don't go anywhere!" He shouted at someone else in the front seat. He opened the gate which strangely wasn't locked and rushed into the compound, with his phone to his ear..shouting, "how come nobody is picking up!"

11 snuck his hand into his jacket and pulled out his gun. He watched as the man in the passenger seat came down from the car and hurried into the compound. Before he rushed in, he looked around and shivered. He must have a nose for danger, 11 smiled.

He emerged from the shadows and crossed the short path to the gate. His gun with the branded bullets in his gloved hand.

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I rushed into the compound and straight to the flower ports lined against the wall, the third pot from the right. The spare key was still there and I struggled to use on hand to open the door hold my phone and gun with the other. I heard a sound and turned sharply or as sharp.as I could manage. It was the driver.
"I thought I told you to stay in the car...anyway come..come take this key and open the door."

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by EkopSparoAyara(m): 2:09pm On Jun 30
souloho19:


Wow! Happy birthday brother....I remember birthing Agent Sparrow after your birthday request...a year gone so fast shocked

I'm in Transit at the moment but provided this traffic doesn't drain me, I'll definitely try and drop an update later today.

And he eventually did... Thanks man.. Jah bless... Let me go and read it..

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by HisGrace0000001(m): 3:21pm On Jun 30
OMG!!! soul, God bless you.

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by EkopSparoAyara(m): 3:38pm On Jun 30
Ah... Sparrow is hurt... I hope it is not fatal..
Bami, I hope you're not vulnerable coming out of that car..

Agent Buzz and Agent Bigelow down, such a big blow to Dagnet at this critical point.. I hope they make it to the panic room... Bigelow is about to be blown too..

Rex at risk... This is going to be a tough one for him... I hope he escapes through the secret opening...

BRAVO SOULOHO19

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by queenitee(f): 4:55pm On Jun 30
OMG, I can't bear to lose Sparrow, Buzz amd Bigelow o. I can't

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by HORLADSTAR(m): 6:17pm On Jun 30
My heart is beating really fast like kilode

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by paqman(m): 6:30pm On Jun 30
This episode gat me emotional Bigelow why now this nigga just lost is brother

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by Oroolorun(m): 7:40pm On Jun 30
Things are falling apart for the BROTA, really falling apart at a deadly slow pace.

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