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Re: The Hole In The Wall by icekidmuktar(m): 1:18pm On Jul 21, 2019
Liftme:
God, see suspense.... This is a serious brainy job. Thumbs up souloho19
ordinary common sense some people dont have, must u quote a whole update just to show us your fat thumbs. mtcheew
Re: The Hole In The Wall by icekidmuktar(m): 10:57pm On Jul 25, 2019
Whats with these story sef? or am i missing something
Re: The Hole In The Wall by Nostradamus: 9:07am On Jul 26, 2019
Souloho19,why is this story taking forever to update?if an update drops, the next update often takes up to three(or more)weeks,what's wrong?
Re: The Hole In The Wall by Oroolorun(m): 12:42am On Jul 29, 2019
Oga Souloho19, where are you? Any update for the week? Still waiting patiently!
Re: The Hole In The Wall by Dreamswayne: 2:22am On Jul 29, 2019
Nostradamus:
Souloho19,why is this story taking forever to update?if an update drops, the next update often takes up to three(or more)weeks,what's wrong?
Expect 1 update per month...


I think that's how it is now...
Re: The Hole In The Wall by wizsolzy(m): 9:44am On Jul 30, 2019
Maybe I should check back January 1st next year by then this Tori go done finish
Re: The Hole In The Wall by icekidmuktar(m): 5:07pm On Jul 30, 2019
wizsolzy:
Maybe I should check back January 1st next year by then this Tori go done finish
for your dream abi? the odd of this story finishing by january is same as our president buhari deciding to step down for being so clueless
Re: The Hole In The Wall by RawVirgi2019(m): 8:56am On Jul 31, 2019
wizsolzy:
Maybe I should check back January 1st next year by then this Tori go done finish

u'r hoping against hope
Re: The Hole In The Wall by wizsolzy(m): 2:02pm On Jul 31, 2019
icekidmuktar:
for your dream abi? the odd of this story finishing by january is same as our president buhari deciding to step down for being so clueless
That buhari place sha grin
Re: The Hole In The Wall by IfeMiLove: 10:21am On Aug 01, 2019
It's disappointing that most people are trying to form Savage with this situation and I'm very sure none of them has tried contacting Souloho19 to know the reason why he has stopped writing. Let's try to be considerate, you're not paying this man and if you had followed his other stories, you'd probably know he's not such a writer that leaves his readers without a concrete explanation. I know how it feels when updates are not consistent but you need to know these writers are humans and not robots, they may be going through hard times or doing things that requires so much time and most importantly, they've got lives outside Nairaland. Thank you.

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by Dnimaa(m): 1:16am On Aug 04, 2019
This story is superb. This is the best story I have read on Nairaland. Fellow readers, anyone with useful information on the whereabout of the writer should let us know so we can contact him. Its not easy so let's encourage him by checking out on him to know about his welfare. Thank you

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by Liftme(f): 9:24pm On Aug 05, 2019
I have refreshed page 85 severally Can't believe I'll join the waiting list. Oga souloho19, how far nah
Re: The Hole In The Wall by Successfulken(m): 7:05am On Aug 06, 2019
I just hope the guy is ok.. As for me even if he want he should update next 12 years, I must finish d story

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by queenitee(f): 9:40am On Aug 06, 2019
Successfulken:
I just hope the guy is ok.. As for me even if he want he should update next 12 years, I must finish d story
Me too, I hope he's fine
Re: The Hole In The Wall by bigbauer(m): 11:39pm On Aug 06, 2019
Souloho19, guess who's back. I have been following this story none stop. Though I couldn't login due to the device that I was using, but I'm back.

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by Pinkfeet: 11:58am On Aug 07, 2019
Nice one souloho19
but the suspense is too much

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by Blesstar(f): 10:43pm On Aug 07, 2019
oga soul pls i am begging u, come and update before i kpeme from dis suspence
Re: The Hole In The Wall by hfinest1(m): 10:41am On Aug 08, 2019
Souloho11!
Souloho11!!
Souloho11!!!
How many times did I call you What an elder sees lying on a mat, a child can never see even if he climbs the tallest skyscraper... Comman update before I visit mazi for you o...
Re: The Hole In The Wall by Mynet11(m): 2:06pm On Aug 11, 2019
hfinest1:
Souloho11!
Souloho11!!
Souloho11!!!
How many times did I call you What an elder sees lying on a mat, a child can never see even if he climbs the tallest skyscraper... Comman update before I visit mazi for you o...
Souloho19 you mean?

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by hfinest1(m): 3:24pm On Aug 11, 2019
Mynet11:
Souloho19 you mean?
Na mynet be 11, soul is 19... chai!

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by mitchelljnr(m): 9:43pm On Aug 12, 2019
Maybe, just maybe souloho19 messed with the hole and he's into hiding to save his head..... you better come out coz the hole can't touch you while NL members are here to protect. Jokes apart Pls anyone who knows him personally should reach out let's know what's up.

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by hfinest1(m): 10:16pm On Aug 12, 2019
mitchelljnr:
Maybe, just maybe souloho19 messed with the hole and he's into hiding to save his head..... you better come out coz the hole can't touch you while NL members are here to protect. Jokes apart Pls anyone who knows him personally should reach out let's know what's up.
Seconded... We really need to know what's up with our Oga...

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by Ochyglowsglows(f): 3:42am On Aug 13, 2019
mitchelljnr:
Maybe, just maybe souloho19 messed with the hole and he's into hiding to save his head..... you better come out coz the hole can't touch you while NL members are here to protect. Jokes apart Pls anyone who knows him personally should reach out let's know what's up.

Soul is fine. He said he's been traveling a lot lately reason we've not heard from him and he's not been able to write. He'd get in touch as soon as he can.

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by mitchelljnr(m): 7:33pm On Aug 13, 2019
Ochyglowsglows:


Soul is fine. He said he's been traveling a lot lately reason we've not heard from him and he's not been able to write. He'd get in touch as soon as he can.



OK, thanks
Re: The Hole In The Wall by souloho19(m): 8:09pm On Sep 01, 2019
Kai see cobwebs everywhere cry cry
Re: The Hole In The Wall by souloho19(m): 8:16pm On Sep 01, 2019
Ok fam...I really thought this update would be the last but it's going to stretch once more and cover the epilogue/preface of the next book. There will be a concluding part to the Rex Obasi trilogy, that is a third and final book titled; Operation Wrath Of God <brotas in arms>

I'll only start the story when I'm 100% settled and I know I'll be updating regularly so this kind of delayed diagnosis doesn't happen again. And on that note, my deep apologies for the lack of updates...for almost two months! *Shuddering*
Thanks to those who reached out to check on me, you guys are the realest. Soul is fine and glad to be back. Jah bless

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by souloho19(m): 8:26pm On Sep 01, 2019
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Junior the driver collected the key and immediately began fumbling with the lock. I turned round, observing the compound while he unlocked the door. It was clear nobody was home but how could I be sure we weren't followed?

What's more, I could hear the phone ringing inside the house as I continued to dial and I couldn't help but begin to imagine all sorts of scenarios.

But hopefully, Utebo had forgotten her phone...probably they all left in a hurry and she would have had her hands full...kids and all and forgot the phone.

"What's taking so long, there are only three keys there, it shouldn't be hard to figure out the right one." I said over my shoulder. My eyes on the gate, I didn't know why but there was some kind of heaviness, some kind of foreboding hanging on my neck like a chain. It made me all the more restless and I shuffled my feet as I swayed from left to right as though I was extremely pressed. I guess you could say my soul was pressed.

I fervently hoped I wasn't going to see a bloody massacre on the other side of the door. I was about to shout at him and collect the keys when he got the door open. I brought out the revolver which had been tucked in my trouser and earlier.

I didn't have any flash and had to activate my phone video camera so the flash light illuminated the house, then I found the switch.
"wait here, keep an eye out." I instructed Junior, almost forgetting he was a driver not an agent.

The minute I proceeded into the house however, he followed me. I swept the parlour with my gaze, redialing the number to hear where it will ring from. I didn't understand why no other call was going, but it was definitely giving me the wrong ideas. The parlour wasn't sparkling or spotless but it was in decent condition. A couple of children's clothes were tossed on the chair, a toy piano and dolls on the other chair, papers, small tables, sweet and biscuit wrappers, and some other miscellaneous junk were strewn here and there, evidence of four playful children.

But there was no shell casings, no sign of any struggle and most importantly, no drops of blood anywhere. I kept my hand high, gripping the gun steadily with my wrist parallel to my chin like Bami had trained me, for optimal clarity, he called it.

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Dagnet had finally managed to get Buzz partially to his feet. Her shirt was tied round his midriff and it was already crimson. It wasn't really stopping the blood. "come on....you said it yourself, there's medical supplies in the panic room, don't give up yet...hold on.."

"when you...when you get to the microwave....aaah (he winced) you'll press a...."

There was a loud explosion from the main corridor and the shock wave actually threew them off balance.
She made contact with the wall and fell to the ground at the mouth of the emergency stairs.

While poor Buzz was thrown forward and stumbled at the mouth of the kitchen. Unable to cry out the pain his body felt from his nasty landing, which was mostly on his right side.
Same side he had been shot..

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The family was huddled beside the fridge when the explosion hit. The tremor made little Junior start crying immediately. Short Sam wanted to hug his wife and son, protect them like a mother hen, gather them both in his arms, but he wasn't physically equipped to do that.

For the second time in his life, he cursed his height...or lack thereof. The first time was when he first started dating his wife and they went dancing. She had worn a snug short gown which accentuated her killer curves, which was literally out of reach. Apart from that he was at peace with his 5'5 frame.

He peeped from behind the fridge and saw Buzz laying still on the ground. "Oh shiit!"

"Honey, language." His wife whispered and he almost retorted, screw language we all going to die!

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Sparrow had been shot in his stomach and Bami knelt over him, assessing the bullet wound. "These people are packing real firepower, there's a first aid kit in the car. I'll be right back."

He looked around, there was no other gunman standing. Two were groaning and rolling about.

Ada had come out of the car and it occurred to him that the car belonged to 3f, so there wasn't likely to be a first Aid kit in The Booth, like it was in his car.

"help me up, there's still a family in there." Sparrow said.

"Sparrow you're bleeding, badly. You can't go in like this."

"I know..." He winced a bit and took short breaths, in and out.

Back in his monastery, a significant exercise which the grand master often required was the act of subduing the flesh, i.e; Putting their body into extreme conditions and not caving in. Either through hunger and thirst, physical conditions that test stamina and exercises that test mental strength, will and resolve.

That had Been a dark time for a 16 year old Boy at first, but as he grew older, he fully began to master one of the most Misused phrase; mind over matter. However this was the first time he was getting shot....he was that sleek. Bami was right about the bleeding problem, but he had thought of a solution already.

"look in the pickup truck they came with, there should be ductape in there somewhere..."

"okay Great Idea....I'll be right back. Here let me help you sit up."

Bami still kept a wary eye on Ada, she just stood outside the car, staring at one of the men who was dying slow.

He frowned in thought and hurried to the truck. Sure enough there was a huge roll of ductape in the back, along with pliers and some wicked looking torture devices. He grabbed the tape and saw a bottle of vodka sticking out under the Seat. After a moment's hesitation he grabbed the bottle. On his way back, he shot the man he hit with the car earlier. He was sitting up, groaning In pain and disoriented when Bami shot him in the head. He died confused.

Ada was directly infront of the second man, still watching him die slowly.

So, Bami hurried to Sparrow's side. Although he couldn't help glancing every now and again. He tore sparrow's shirt and tried to place the bottle In his mouth for a Drink, but Sparrow Shook his Head Vigorously.

"I'll recommend you take a swig of this first, to grab your mind off the pain."

"No....no alcohol."

"okay....this Is Going to hurt like crazy but it's the closest method to fight infection. He poured the Vodka spirit on the bullet entry point which was still bleeding and poured the contents directly on the flesh wound. Sparrow didn't even tense or grimace. Next, Bami placed his Handkerchief on the spot and Applied the ductape round his torso. "This ought To hold you very Well for now. It's a good thing the bullet exited, cause there's no way I could dig in to retrieve it." He shuddered, no doubt imagining the scenario. He wasn't a fan of too much blood.

There was a loud explosion from inside the building.

"The Family is trapped In there..." Bami Shouted.

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by genius43(m): 8:59pm On Sep 01, 2019
souloho19:
Ok fam...I really thought this update would be the last but it's going to stretch once more and cover the epilogue/preface of the next book. There will be a concluding part to the Rex Obasi trilogy, that is a third and final book titled; Operation Wrath Of God <brotas in arms>

I'll only start the story when I'm 100% settled and I know I'll be updating regularly so this kind of delayed diagnosis doesn't happen again. And on that note, my deep apologies for the lack of updates...for almost two months! *Shuddering*
Thanks to those who reached out to check on me, you guys are the realest. Soul is fine and glad to be back. Jah bless

Am literally grinning.

Welcome back Souloho19, Mr Writer, king of twists.

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by souloho19(m): 9:12pm On Sep 01, 2019
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They Needn't have bothered. Bigelow had gone the Way Of the Marty, his sacrifice, placing himself between the attackers and the family when he realized the gunmen were catching up, and finally exploded two grenades in their midst, making sure none of them would get past him, even if it meant, they'll hardly see any of his body parts to bury.

This meant all gunmen had been killed. The attack on Brota, code name The purge was unsuccessful. The second part of the purge was currently not faring any better at the moment, as the whole family had thankfully missed 11.

However the main actor had Just shown up and his head was definitely the price asset....

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Benue....Obasi Residence


Mynet11 slipped into the compound noiselessly, his prize goal now was Rex. Cutting off the head Of Brota was surely going to destabilize the organization. He stuck to the shadows and peeped through the crack in the curtain. He could see the the back of the second man. Rex was infront of him, peering into what looked like the bathroom.

11 opened the door a bit and entered. However, the door creaked.

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I was convinced no one was in the house. And also, the discarded clothes strewn about pointed to the fact that they had all left in a hurry. I held myself from calling out. My phone pressed to my ear as I heard the phone ring. The ringing phone was in the bathroom, on the Wash hand basin. I ended the call and picked the phone, staring at the Screensaver of Utebo's three children with the message; 6 missed calls. All From Me.

Now, without the ringing, there was a sudden silence. That was when I heard the door creak open. I turned and noticed Junior was practically shaking. It seemed he had also heard the door. I cocked the gun and suddenly felt the sharp pain in my shoulder from where Junior had stabbed me with the wood earlier. Why would the pain decide to rear it's head now of all times.
Maybe it was the tension, cause I'll be very honest with you, I was very tense. Junior scrambled out of the way, the coward rushing to hide behind the 3 seater couch.

I kept my hand steady, grinding my molars together as the shoulder sting intensified. I could see the main door leading outside was ajar, the rusty old thing didn't open or close without a peculiar shriek. I had heard it, low and quick as it was, I knew the sound well enough. Someone was in the house.

I had an obvious advantage here. This was my turf, I grew up in this house. I had played numerous shooting games when I was little, armed with an ak47 or in my case our family umbrella and with just my imagination.

Having no brother and three sisters who were too old to engage in my "rough play" had made me act out different adventures in the house and I had the blueprint stamped in my memory. I knew the best place to hide, the best angles to take aim, how to link the patio without going through the parlour...everything. I began to advance slowly. Whoever this intruder was, I was going to kill.

Junior suddenly decided standing behind me was safer than cowering behind the couch. He scampered to his feet, and rushed behind me. The fool was using me as a shield. I Knew I should have killed him earlier.

But i couldn't afford any distraction. With my Glock 9 raised and pointing in front of me, I moved slowly forward. Approaching the corridor slowly....the store, locked as usual. I couldn't remember when last that door had been open. Approaching the kitchen...I spun into the kitchen, scoping the length and breadth of the kitchen with the gun. There was no one in the kitchen, however I could sense a foreign presence. A dangerous aura.

I considered slipping out through the kitchen exit and turning round the compound to enter through the dining door. I'll just remove my shoes and move around with my socks to avoid making noise band giving away my position. I heard a peculiar noise behind me and turned around, ready to caution Junior. He was jittery and scared but he had to calm down and not get in the way.

"Ssshhhh-" My eyes widened as I saw Junior spitting blood. Or to be candid, the blood was gushing out of his mouth.

I saw the bullet wounds immediately, two small holes in his chest, right in the heart area. A professional execution.

Junior fell to his knees, ready to breathe his last. I hadn't even heard any sound, how did he get past us to shoot Junior who had been hiding behind me?

My eyes strayed to the body, there was nothing I could do, he was dead already. Shit.

My eyes caught movement at the extreme end of the house and I fired immediately. Squeezing two shots and finally getting a glimpse of the killer as he ducked into the room. I went down on my knee, one eye closed as I took aim. I had the room entrance in my scope, any slight movement, even if he peeped and all I got was a fraction or an inch of his hair I was going to shoot it.

Five seconds and counting, nothing yet, no peeping, he didn't even stretch his hand to shoot. I began to get worried. But there wasn't any exit from the room. The windows all had burglary and this was the only entrance/exit. Unless....unless my bullet had got him and he was on the floor, bleeding to death in the room...that would be the best.

As I considered my options, an object came sailing into the room. It took a fraction of a second for me to realize it was a grenade. My defense mechanism kicked in and I struggled to get out of harm's way. The grenade landed close to my feet and I kicked it away and dived backwards, aiming to take cover behind the 3-seater. The bomb exploded and the force field caught me in the air, converting my dive to a smackdown. I crashed against the wall and landed on the small glass table.

There was too much pain to contemplate, that I hardly felt it. I just knew my head was killing me. Crashing head first into the wall with such force, it was a miracle I hadn't broken my neck. And my leg....my right leg was hot and heavy probably due to the fact the grenade had gone off a second after I kicked it.

My back was also killing me. Aches, cuts and bruises. Shards of glass from the table were scattered around me. Piercing me and I was still a little dazed and shook my head, pointing my gun at the toilet, shaking my head again and pointing it at the room door. Then I realized I didn't have my gun. I was pointing my index finger, with my thumb cocked, ready to pull an imaginary trigger.

I struggled to sit up...or to be frank, I prepped myself to think about sitting up. I didn't feel like I could move. Hell, I couldn't even feel my body. It felt like I was outside, looking in. Or maybe on the inside looking out. But in reality I was on the floor, in the middle , ooking around. The ceiling was still spinning but becoming clearer. The ringing in my ear was becoming faint also.
Where was my gun? I struggled with the pain and raised my head, just in time to see the form emerge from the room. Gun in hand and pointed at me. He was dressed in all black and I wondered about the scar on his face for a second. Then I thought of my wife and daughter, and mother and father...as I waited for the blackness.

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As Beatrice approached Brota building, her resentment and hardened countenance began to give way to shocked gasps and wide eyes.

The building was literally smoking, the gate was destroyed partially, with two vans crushed together and partially blocking the gate. Then there were bodies scattered around, about half a dozen.

Beatrice came down from the car, instinctively clutching her small revolver in her purse. What the hell happened here?

Then she saw Ada. Caught off guard by the young girl's stance as she stared down at the man lying down and groaning in pain at her feet.

Speaking of feet...Beatrice glanced down again....yes she was stepping on the man privates, crushing and grinding balls with her heels adorned feet...

Beatrice winced, almost feeling the pain on his behalf, then she smiled, thinking she wouldn't mind crushing Rex's balls in such a manner too.
She liked this girl....she reminded her of Fome...a lot.

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Bami and Sparrow stumbled past the corridors shooting every dead body on the floor again.

Two shots each in the back, chest or head. One of the bodies actually jerked and Bami buried two extra slugs in the chest and in a sudden burst of frustrated anger, shot the head too.

Sparrow signaled for him to calm down. "I can't talk too loud...call out for them...let them know it's us to avoid friendly fire."

"Yeah...good idea." Bami agreed. He called out, "Bigelow! Dagnet? Sam?"
"Bigelow? Dagnet? Sam...it's us... we're here...they're all gone!"

Dagnet emerged from behind the stairs, her gun was in her hand and her jacket was torn and she was shaking badly. She looked mad. And indeed she was desperately holding on to her sanity. It felt like it was just a thread straining to keep her mind and soul together and it felt like it could rip any moment. She had witnessed Bigelow pull the grenade pins. Seen him blow himself and the four attackers to bits, before her very eyes from her spot under the stairs.

Sparrow emerged and she ran into his arms, finally breaking down and thus preserving her sanity as his hands held her tightly. "It's okay....it's alright....let it out..." He patted her back softly.

Dagnet was pressed against his bandaged bullet wound under his shirt but he didn't feel any pain. Only concern.

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Short Sam heard the calls and gave a sigh of relief. Even his wife heaved visibly. She hugged her son, drying his tears and trying to get him to stop crying. The gun suddenly felt too heavy in his hand and he couldn't wait to discard it. He looked around and finally dropped it in the sink.

"It's okay Sam Junior...the worst is over...it's okay."

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Whoever first thought of this hollow method of eavesdropping was a genius. The glass cup was face-up against the wall and her ear was pressed to the base of the glass. Luckily the wall wasn't very thick.

The first minister had been on the phone for the past ten minutes. And he hadn't yet said anything remotely interesting. His replies were basically two syllables; "yessir"

Finally he said; "I will sir..right away. Yes sir......before the strike they were primed and ready.......yes sir."

He cut the call and grumbled under his breath. "Retire and hand me the reigns completely you this old man."Then he chuckled, and Tony heard the admiration in his voice. "But he's still very sharp...very very."

He dialed a number, punching the digits roughly that Tonye heard each button.

But it was the hotel room service. "Hello...this is room...eh 429...I need something sent to my room.....drink...I don't know, something strong...what do you have? Okay bring the red label."

There was silence for a while and this time he must have used his mobile phone because she just heard him speak.

"Talk to me"

"Hmmm...are you sure he's dead? Okay remember your instructions...torch the place, burn it to the ground......what about them? Forget the family, they're gone. Rex was the main target and now that he's dead your mission is a complete success. Now burn the place to the ground."

Tonye gasped and the cup slipped from her hand. It smashed upon impact with the floor, breaking into a million pieces. She moved back in horror, as if the wall had bitten her. She wished she could unhear what she just heard. Rex was dead? Rex was dead.

Her eyes hardened as she felt a pang in her chest. Rex was like a brother to her, "Oh my God Olivia." Her friend was going to be devastated. And his daughter Emma....

Tonye who rarely cried couldn't stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks.

When there was a knock on the next door, she guessed correctly that room service had delivered his drink. He wanted to get drunk....maybe toast to killing his brother in-law.

Tonye suddenly wanted revenge so bad. She clenched her fists and stared at the wall. The first Minister's voice had been clear enough which meant he had been on his bed and the bed was against the wall.

She remembered how the craziness had began, from a hole in the wall and a dead body in a random hotel. And yet here they were again...her eyes changed suddenly as purpose and determination set in. She knew what she must do.

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The Obasi family stormed their oldest friends, the Omiridas house in full force. Both cars stopped in front of the steel gate and Alli no Joy got down from the car and banged the gate with such force it felt like it could come off it's hinges. He looked around frantically, although the neighborhood was deserted.

"Who's that?" His friend shouted, stalling to open the gate. "Alli...is that you?"

"Yes Jimmy it's me...please open your gate let me drive in, I don't want to leave the car by the road."

"Okay."

Jimmy was two years younger than Alli no Joy but he looked older. While Alli was still fit as a rock and in terrific shape, Jimmy was pudgy and beginning to bend over a bit. He was seriously considering getting a cane, that should reduce the pain in his lower back.

He winced as he bent down to unhook the gate. He was definitely paying for years of youthful exuberance. He had been given the nickname, 'sex machine' in his younger days. Now he was feeling the pain for all those years upon years of perpendicular motion.

He opened the gate, shielding his eyes from the pair of headlights as the cars drove into the compound. Wait a minute....cars?
There were two cars and he could tell they were both full.

To be continued

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by souloho19(m): 9:13pm On Sep 01, 2019
genius43:


Am literally grinning.

Welcome back Souloho19, Mr Writer, king of twists.

Thank you my good man!

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Re: The Hole In The Wall by Oroolorun(m): 11:41pm On Sep 01, 2019
Welcome back boss. Even though I miss the regular update, I never doubted you. Thanks for this update. Rex can not die (not now). I think someone is about to receive a bullet in head through a hole in the wall.

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