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|Dead Trap by Silver1996(m): 11:29am On Oct 13, 2018|
It was supposed to be a 72hours mission, in and out, until Brad Oliver got stranded in the arid African plains with predators before him, a killer at his heels and an exotic princess by his side.. Qetsiyah Arif stirs his blood, make him crave things he'd lost long ago.... But she is off limits, promised to a sheik.
Qetsiyah's weeding contract stipulates she must wed before her 30th birthday.... Just months away, it's a duty she accepts, but in the arms of her handsome protector, she's torn between her sense of duty and honor and her freedom, and as the terrorists close in, she fears the most dangerous creature in the Savannah is Brad Oliver himself..
On a race for survival, they must put out their pasts to survive the dead traps ahead
|Re: Dead Trap by Silver1996(m): 11:32am On Oct 13, 2018|
|Re: Dead Trap by Culin(f): 11:35am On Oct 13, 2018|
|Re: Dead Trap by Silver1996(m): 11:40am On Oct 13, 2018|
Let me officially invite
|Re: Dead Trap by Ann2012(f): 12:15pm On Oct 13, 2018|
|Re: Dead Trap by LightQueen(f): 12:32pm On Oct 13, 2018|
Silver1996:Nice start.. Following
|Re: Dead Trap by Mavikolo2020: 1:16pm On Oct 13, 2018|
Silver so na we be the unofficial invited people..
God is watching o, no worries shall, i dey your back as far as this your new stories nor go slow update for kings
|Re: Dead Trap by Silver1996(m): 2:00pm On Oct 13, 2018|
I can't forget to invite this guys
|Re: Dead Trap by Silver1996(m): 2:01pm On Oct 13, 2018|
|Re: Dead Trap by queenitee(f): 3:55pm On Oct 13, 2018|
|Re: Dead Trap by purity23(f): 4:14pm On Oct 13, 2018|
|Re: Dead Trap by purity23(f): 4:15pm On Oct 13, 2018|
|Re: Dead Trap by Silver1996(m): 5:01pm On Oct 13, 2018|
A PLUME OF YELLOW DUST ROSE ALONGTHE HORIZON, carrying like spindriff over Mopani trees eaten squat by elephants... High above in a haze white sky,vultures wheeled on thermals... Drought had this southern region of Zambia ina death grip...
Amal Ghaffar raised his binoculars and studied the approaching vehicle, it was a jeep, drab olive green, stark against the dry earth, as it neared, he recognized the hulking shape of Mbogo at the wheel... Amal lower his scopes and resumed cleaning his AK-47 with his right hand.. The sleeve of his khaki shirt hung empty where his left arm used to be... Heat pressed down on the shade cloth over his head, sweat trickling from his sidebums
Amal didn't bother to look up when the jeep drew to a stop outside the camp and the door slammed.. He listened to the crunch of Mbogo's combat boots approaching...
"What is it? Amal said
Mbogo slapped a newspaper onto the small table in front of Amal... "page nine.. "his voice was a deem baritone
Amal's gaze slid slowly over to the newspaper
"It's a British paper, a week ago.. "
Mbogo remained silent
Amal finally glanced up, then pulled the newspaper towards it and opened it to page nine. For an instant, he was paralyzed by the black and white photograph..
He lean forward for a closer look, to be certain, but there was no doubt... It was her.. All flashing black eyes, thick dark hair, a broad smile across her exotic features... She was as usual exquisitely dressed.... Standing beside her was a tall dark skinned man with hooded eyes and pitch black hair, her Left hand rested on the man's arm and the diamond on her ring finger was large enough to feed a small nation..
Amal's attention darted to the text below the photo, a date has been set, the wedding of princess Qetsiyah Arif of Najar kingdom and sheik Haroun Hassan of sa'ud would take place in the kingdom of Sa'ud nineteen months from now, as per the contract negotiated between their fathers almost twenty-three years ago.. It would marry two oil kingdoms, one in the sahara, the other across the red sea in Arabia
"According to that article she's in Zimbabwe right now"Mbogo said quietly... "And in two days she will be staying at a lodge near Victoria falls"
Amal stare at the photo.. It was a sign, a gift from God, delivered right to his hand.. For two long years he'd been forced to live like a wounded rat, scurrying around the dry hills and plains, hiding in the insect infested jungles of this dark continent with a rogue band of fugitives, eking out a living by doing mercenary jobs for corrupt men in power, thwarting the international agencies hunting him... The Arif family has taken everything from him including his left arm and his father... They had forced him into this existence....
Now, suddenly he could taste revenge......
"We leave before nightfall "Amal whispered.. He got to his feet, his empty sleeve flapping in the hot breeze.... "And in case we don't reach her on time, put out word that i want her, Alive..... Although dead will suffice as long as i am brought her head on a plate.. Let it be known i will pay very well"
"And how will you pay? Mbogo ask curiously
Amal's eyes flared to Mbogo. "Her brothers will. Ransom..while they think i have her alive.. "He grab his gun, a new fire burning in his gut... "The world will see what happens when you dare cross a Ghaffar"
THE SCREECHING MONKEYS in the branches above the lodge patio forced Qetsiyah Arif to lean forward in order to hear what the shorter Chinese diplomat was saying. She smile and nodded encouragingly, not wanting to ruffle any feathers tonight... This deal that would see Zimbabwe ceding platinum mining rights to china was unprecedented in scope, for her part, Qetsiyah was in the country to ensure the provision of clean water points for the impacted villages was firmly entrenched in the deal when it was signed in Harare tomorrow... Clear water, the new york based nonprofit agency for which she volunteered would handle the installation over the next five years...
She'd been working on securing Clearwater access in Zimbabwe for almost four years now and it will be her swan song.. Because when she us married in nineteen months, she will be leaving Manhattan, along with her foreign investment consulting career and charity work to live in Sa'ud.. There she'd be expected to work at her new husband side as queen wjen sheik Haroun Hassan took the throne from his ailing father.. This had been her destiny from the day she turned five.. She accepted it but tonight on the eve if her success, she was having trouble with the idea of letting go of the things that had come to define her.. Of loosing her freedom
But the marriage would forge a powerful political and economic alliance between the two oil rich kingdoms.. It would boost her own country economy .'it will help her brothers one of whom was king... Its what her dead father has wanted...
And at least after this deal was signed tomorrow, she'd be leaving legacy for hundred of villagers.. It will be a tribute to the freedom she'd enjoyed and in which she'd prospered...
The evening air was warm against her bare shoulders, the sun sinking to the horizon in a blood orane ball, coloured by haze from surrounding bushfires brought on by drought... The acrid scent of smoke tinged the air and she could hear drumming from a nearby village ..it carried an undercurrent of foreboding,something primeval that lurked under the layers of feigned civility...
"The fire smell close tonight"Said a delegate from the Czech Republic as he sidled up to Qetsiyah and the Chinese representative.. "At least the wind is blowing away from us"He added... "Our guide said it will turn tomorrow, but we should be gone before that.. "He tossed back the last of his vodka. Standing close to her... "At least we will be safe"
"it's incredible to think it's so dry out there when victoria falls and the massive Zambezi is just a few miles away... All that water...
"It is... "Qetsiyah said swallowing her real thoughts... The Czech Republic was a cogsiner with China on the deal....she had to play nice, only until Tomorrow..once this was signed, she was going to take a long hot shower and scrub the schmooze off her skin....
"A most spectacular waterfall... "The Czech said as he wave the waiter to bring more vodka
A man in a red fez and white button down shirt approached quickly with his silver tray and filled the man's glass..
The Czech raised his full glass to the darkening sky... "Here is to doctor Livingston for discovering the falls"He said and tossed back the entire glass
"The locals call the falls mosi oa tunya"Qetsiyah responded quietly..... "It means the smoke that thunders.. They called it that well before Dr Livingston arrived...
He shot her a sharp look and she cautioned herself
The riverbed was dust dry, apart from a few deep lingering, brown pools and to her delight, a family of elephants had come from the opposite bank to drink from those pools
Qetsiyah has watched them for over an hour, stress easing from her neck and mind.. Until a crocodile broke the muddy surface and latched onto the baby elephant.. The ensuring fight, the raw violence of it had grab her by the throat..
The Czech stood beside her, watching, sipping his own cocktail, cheeks flushed and eyes bright with the thrill of his own personal reality show...
Something cold and disturbing had settled in her chest on that riverbank this afternoon.. Something she couldn't define, a sense of change coming, something dark
"The danger is everywhere out here.. "The Czech said at her shoulder... "Always a predator in the shadows, lurking, waiting to kill, you go about your business then suddenly it strikes..."
She heard him sip his drink, ice knocking against crystal and she couldn't help flicking a glance to where her two bodyguards stood ...
"We are put on earth to eat or be eaten.. "He added...... "To kill or be killed, except with us humans,its not always about food or water, sometimes its just for fun or revenge.. Sometimes an attack comes indirectly through commerce,greed...."he trailed off, his words slurring, his philosophical idea blurring around the edges...
Qetsiyah fingered the mammoth pink Argyle diamond on her ring finger as she thought of the elephant killed....the diamond was a symbol of her call to duty, her looming future, was she going to be confined to a life of polite talks and diplomatic function, feigning civility with the likes of the likes of this Czech boozer for the rest of her life?
The dinner gong boomed suddenly and lodge staff politely began to usher in guest across the lawn towards the lapa..a fenced off circular dinning area where a huge fire crackled inside a stone circle at the center.. Pulsing embers had been raked to one side.. Upon them rested three legged African cast iron pots, simmering with traditional game stews, one with a vegetarian selected flr Qetsiyah..
Delegates took their seats at long tables decked with white linen, candles, polished silverware.... Wine flowed and the entertainment began...... Xylophones and softly throbbing skin drums, voices sounded like the land itself... Dancers shuffled out from behind the branch fencing, stomping barefeet, nutshells and bottle caps clicking in bracelets around their ankles as they swayed and hummed to the beat... A lone voice rose above it all, a cry in song...
Goose bumps chased over Qetsiyah's skin, and she had to resist the urge to close her eyes and just drink in the sounds... Instead she nodded politely at a representative from Bangkok who'd taken a seat beside her...
By the time the first song ended and the guests applauded.. The night was thick as velvet.. Stars splattered across the sky.. Nature se to be encroaching on the periphery of the camp.. Closing in with mysterious nighy sounds.....
Slowly she turn her attention to the armed silent bodyguard s lining the six foot high branch fence watching.. The security detail has been provided by the president to watch over the delegates.. Her own men stood behind her at a comfortable distance.. Yet the chill of foreboding deepened in her and she shivered...
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|Re: Dead Trap by purity23(f): 6:42pm On Oct 13, 2018|
wow Silver, nice one
|Re: Dead Trap by purity23(f): 6:45pm On Oct 13, 2018|
let me help you invite more people Evajael
|Re: Dead Trap by KimberlyWest(f): 7:14pm On Oct 13, 2018|
Thanks for the invite dear.
|Re: Dead Trap by Risingstar2020(f): 11:04pm On Oct 13, 2018|
|Re: Dead Trap by Risingstar2020(f): 11:05pm On Oct 13, 2018|
This one is going to be so interesting... Following
|Re: Dead Trap by egwolopretty: 8:09am On Oct 14, 2018|
Ops even if u nor invite me, i don find my way here. nice start.
Qetsiyah. that name hard to pronounce
|Re: Dead Trap by petersononome: 8:21am On Oct 14, 2018|
|Re: Dead Trap by petersononome: 8:24am On Oct 14, 2018|
nice 1 silver, i have a feeling this party will not end well
|Re: Dead Trap by Mavikolo2020: 8:39am On Oct 14, 2018|
Nice 1 Ops
|Re: Dead Trap by Silver1996(m): 12:43pm On Oct 14, 2018|
egwolopretty:Nor be so o.. Na forget i forget o
|Re: Dead Trap by Silver1996(m): 4:57pm On Oct 14, 2018|
BRAD OLIVER CHECKED THE NAME ATTACHED TO A SMALL PLATE ON THE BUNGALOW DOOR....... Qetsiyah Arif, delegate, clearwater.. He knew about the nonprofit that helped bring fresh water and farming aid to improvised communities in Africa.. They did good job. He hadn't known the sa'ud haran princess was involved in that work.. He knew very littel about her other than she was a high maintenance, high society player with looks to kill...
The lock was very easy to pick, Brad edged open the bungalow door, inside the air conditioner hummed, cooling the air... White cotton sheets on the bed had been turned down, a foil wrapped chocolate nestled on the pillow alongside a miniature bottle of cream liquor made from tge fruit of the African marula tree...
The princess cell phone lay atop the covers, it was buzzing..
Brad went over to the bed, the soles of his boots squeaking slightly on highly polished stone.. The buzzing stopped..he pick the phone up, eight unanswered calls probably from her brother.. Ayura..trying to alert his sister.. Letbher know that he was coming for her...
Irritated, he tossed her phone back onto the covers, now the job of convincing her to come peacefully would fall on him....
Using the barrel of his rifle, he edged the muslin drapes aside slightly and peered out the window... Down the pathway, under the branches of huge nyala trees.. He could hear drumming, singing, ululating..
His plans was to go down there and identify his target from the shadows... Once he had confirmation Qetsiyah was among the guest.. He'd head back to this bungalow and wait for her here
He open her closet, cocktail dresses in exotic and gauzy fabrics hung in a rainbow of colors... At the bottom of the closet was a high end and luggage set and five pairs if sandals with ridiculous heels....
Brad open one of her drawers, looking for thick socks.. Once she returned to the bungalow, he didz want to waste a second getting her changed and out of here....
He stalled suddenly at the sight of a black bra and small pile of G-strings..mere scraps of silk...
He couldn't help touching them. The fabric snagging on the rough pads of his fingers.. He hadn't seen or felt really expensive ferminine underwear in years... The silky sensation of it stirred something in him.. A deep rustling of memories...an unspecified longing...
Then he cursed sharply, slamming the drawer shut.. He'd had his fill of women.. Of deceit, he liked things the way he had them now.. He lived solo in the bush for weeks on end... And when he piloting jobs did take him else where.. He found sex.. No fuss, no pre-intimacy, no commitment.. Just pleasure straight up....
Until recently he hadn't felt bad about it... But lately, even the mindless sex had left him feeling hollow, unsatisfied .uneasy...
He found the princess purse, checked the passport picture in her wallet.. His hear beat a little faster at the sight of her thick hair.. Her dark almond eyes, her exotic features.. Her looks alone pushed his buttons..
He needed to get this job done fast.. This was not a woman he wants to linger around with... She reminded him too much of someone else.. Of a past he'd worked for ten years to forget, but still couldn't quite shake..
His mind went to the phone call and the man who had coerced him into this mission... Ayura Arif...
"I wont do it... "He has informed Qetsiyah's brother.... "I am done kidnapping damsels in distress, you know what happened the last time"
"Which is why you're going to do this for me now Oliver, please you owe me, my sister's life is in danger and you're the only guy in a position to get her out quickly.. You will be in and out in 72hours..fly her over the border into Botswana, take her to your place out in the bush, let me know she is safe and i will send someone out there to bring her home"
"You really trust me? He'd ask
"for the moment "
"Stay that way and i trust you will well compensated..
"Look i don't want your money"The truth was, he did.. He needed cash, he'd sunk everything into his business , and to make end meet he was forced to fly tourists out to game lodges across Botswana.. A solid injection of capital would enable him to turn down the piloting work and stick to his business... And he knew Ayura will pay handsomely
"Do this for me Oliver and next time, i will owe you,anything you want...
Brad laughef and hung up... But he wasn't laughing now.. It was a restiveness he felt, a sixth sense of something bad closing in...
Quietly he left the bungalow and move down through the shadows towards the festivities
The fencing along one side of the dining area was open to a low rock wall that drop down into a grove of trees... Brad crouches among the smooth roots of those trees, gun in hand as he scan his eyes around.. He saw her instantly, Princess Qetsiyah Arif, an exotic bird in cocktailgold among the group of mostly middle-aged men flushed with booze
She turned her pretty dark head to listen attentively to a squat, lantern jawed man at her side, in her left hand she held a drink and a diamond as big as a plum caught the firelight.. If that was an engagement ring, he wonder where her fiance in shining armor is...
The firelight caught her face as she turn to his direction.. Dusky skin, smooth, her eyes like black shinning pools made even darker and bigger with eyeliner.. She gave the man beside her a full wattage Princess smile
Brad immediately disliked and distrusted her..
He study the security detail behind her.. Two men likely her own, his attention shifted to the Zimbabwe sodiers lining the fence...
He quickly move hus attention to his target.. She was still laughing, seductive, a temptress.. The way Crala had been... He wonder why the men couldn't see the calculated precision. 'the choreography of her movements .....
Bitterness filled his mouth.. He was once like those blind men, falling for a beauty... It would happen again..
The music, the drumming grew louder, faces more flushed, voices raucous....
He quickly pull out a whiskey. He was about to swallow it when he sense something..... Carefully he listen..
All instincts sharp as razors, muscles primed, he concentrated on the sounds he was hearing....
"Humans.... "He muttered...
Slowly he swallowed his mouthful of booze, his mind sharp and clear. He could sense them approaching, surrounding.. Hunters, experienced...
Clicking the safety off his rifle, he felt for the hilt of the panga sheathed at his hip....he quickly pull out a blade...
Just then, on the far side of the festivities.. A crack of gunshots sounded...
It echoed through the black air... Black cloud.. Then followed an almost imperceptible moment of dead stillness.. Everything quieted... Then people began to scream and run as more gunshots follow...
Men in black balaclavas wielding AK-47s,knives and machetes stormed the place.....
Bodyguards immediately returned fire as guest screamed diving for the ground, crawling under tables and through upturned chairs and over broken glass..
Brad held back, quickly computing, the attackers numbered upward of a dozen... Blood was flowing freely.. But one man among them stood apart from the others.. He seemed to be searching for something, controlling the team of attackers... As the man turned, Brad saw he only have one arm.....
"Amal Ghaffar.... "He muttered with clenched teeth.....
"Get me the princess.. "Amal shouted..
All attention turn on the princess who was crawling under a table.....
STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT EPISODE
|Re: Dead Trap by purity23(f): 5:22pm On Oct 14, 2018|
I hope the princess is not caught by this one armed man
|Re: Dead Trap by purity23(f): 5:24pm On Oct 14, 2018|
|Re: Dead Trap by lonesome501(m): 7:15pm On Oct 14, 2018|
|Re: Dead Trap by skubido(m): 8:12pm On Oct 14, 2018|
Present ooo,, following, tanks
|Re: Dead Trap by sly12345: 9:13pm On Oct 14, 2018|
i must follow this one interesting
|Re: Dead Trap by showgoeson: 9:24pm On Oct 14, 2018|
Nice one, i hope Qetsiyah doesn't get caught by Amal
|Re: Dead Trap by Silver1996(m): 9:57pm On Oct 14, 2018|
|Re: Dead Trap by purity23(f): 10:06pm On Oct 14, 2018|
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