Evold:
The bigger shots in the family are all gone with only Roccia left with the family head. Hope penance didn't leave them on purpose

No all. Just two. Penance didn’t want to kill all of them yet. He has his plan

1.09pm EST

Penance looked through the scope on the Barrett M82 taking his time to study the readout on its tiny tactical display. Jaylen was right, he had the setting and calibration correct and accurate. But he didn’t have the on-site data to work on but on general functionality, the accuracy is near perfect. He worked carefully but quickly knowing the small window of time he has to take out his targets. Working the control on the scope’s display, he adjusted the range finder to the correct meter distance , then made room for the lead/deflection scale. He was extra careful as he readjusted both the main targeting drop and bullet drop.


One thing every sniper knows for sure is that bullets tend to veer off target after hitting a solid object. And between him and his target is a solid wall of glass he knows could be heavily armored. Though his weapon is chambered with . 50 Cal rounds, it can still go some few meters off target after punching through the glass.
He had asked Jaylen to arranged a pick-up van for him which can help him get as close to his target as possible without drawing attention to himself. Jaylen has been able to rigged discarded vehicle parts to arranged a decent looking pick-up van. While he was busy doing that, Penance has been searching the web and studying available information on the site of his target.


The FEEDNEWS TOWER has other five sky rise buildings all far apart from it but close enough for him to get his target with the long range rifle. His study of the building plans of the target tower shows that the penthouse floor the mafia boss will be has a wide range ceiling to floor glass window running three parts of the walls. And there are three buildings that can give him an angle shot into that the penthouse. Penance had taken his time to study the building and noticed that one of them, a twenty five floors building has its six top floors under construction. Though the building proper is finished on the outside, just some fixtures and fittings with the electric wiring for the six floors were remaining. This looks like the perfect spot for him.

He checked for the organization involved in the wiring and got a name with its logo, GEN CABLES AND WIRES LIMITED. He got a screen shot of the logo, the company’s painting colors on their vehicles and the kind of uniform their field technicians wear. Jaylen had been helpful with the pickup van’s painting using the company’s colors and logo. Penance has been able to get a passable coverall uniform that mimics the ones their workers will wear. With all that completed, he got a tool box, with a bag holding electrical parts and conduits. The back of the sealed pickup van has an unnoticeable false floor where Penance hid the Barrett M82.


He had to work on his appearance. With little cosmetics applied, he changed the light tone of his skin to a darker shade color. Got a black colored beard and mustache which he slapped on his chin. He had to dye his white hair to complete black. He needed to change his appearance, since he wouldn’t be putting on mask or wearing his customary all body black spandex, that will be the only way to hide his identity. With the preparation completed, he drove the truck out of the auto shop heading for the downtown part of Brooklyn.


There was a slight tumbling noise behind him which made him to turn and look. Two men were tied up with hands held behind their backs and legs bounded together. Their mouth were covered with duct tape and eyes opened wide in fear. The sound had come from one of them that was squirming which with careful look, Penance notice the stain of liquid on the dark coverall he was putting on, his enhanced spell quickly picked up the whiff of urine. The tied men were putting on identical coverall like the one Penance was having, they are the two technicians that were carrying out the wiring job for the six remaining floors.


When Penance had come in, he saw them working, held them at gun point, tied them and covered their mouth. He took away their communication units and their smart phones. The place they are in now is a wide open space with just the concrete ceiling and tiled floor. There were some concrete pillars too. Nothing much has been put on this floor except for the glass windows. After securing the technicians, Penance had chosen the perfect sport for his attack. When he had brought out the disassembled parts of the Barrett M82 and assembled it before the tied men, their faces had turned sour in fear.

Giving his attention back to the scope on his rifle view. He saw that Nestore had stopped his shouting and was now calmly addressing his audience. A very interesting collection if what he has read about them on the secret files he recovered can be relied on as true. It was getting to the time for him to take his shot, just a few minutes more. He couldn’t hear what the Don might have been saying but his appearance through the scope was good enough. The glass over the building would have hampered his clear seeing of Nestore, only that the angle he has chosen was perfect and the glare of sunlight was at the other angle and the building was giving him some shade from the sunlight too. Besides his enhanced sight was magnifying the image been seen on the scope.


This was what he wanted. This is where he wanted to push the Don to. He has hit him in certain ways to elicit certain responses from the mafia boss and Nestore has acted predictably. He knew the Don will be forced to have this meeting here. Well time to push him a bit closer to the precipice. No enough to push him over yet, just enough to get him sweaty. Penance could have smiled if he was still his old self but his face remained cold and impassive as he brought out his specially modified and encrypted smartphone and dialed Nestore’s personal cell number. The call had gone as he had wanted it and the mob boss has responded as be expected.


Dropping the call unexpectedly was part of the effect to drive the Don mad. He had seen the Don gesturing when he dropped the call. His hands was on the trigger of the rifle with the cross hair fixed on the Don. He shifted the aim to the man by his right who was about to take back the phone from his boss when Penance stroke the trigger and the man’s head exploded. He saw the hit as a tiny red splat. Despite the reinforced glass, the . 50 Cal had gone through it and stayed on target, that was impressive. The shock of the sudden attack will take them a second or two to figure out what just happened and how they should respond. Penance took that time to take out another target, the next one closest to Nestore, the man on his left.


As he dropped him, the huge man standing behind the Don had dragged him down under the table his mouth moving as if he was shouting. The others followed suit and dropped down not before a slight touch to the trigger took out another target. Penance wasn’t worried about it anyway because he never intended to take out the Don for now, he just wanted to strike close to his person and get him personally afraid. Well he still have seven more bullets in his ten round box magazine. He shot them all at the walls, floor and glasses just to create the feeling of a random shoot out. As the magazine ran dry, he broke the gun apart, stored them back in the bag he made for them and quickly heads for the door out of the floor.


When he got to the two men he had tired, he dropped a clean knife close to where they can get it if they struggled hard enough. He made sure they saw their means of freedom before heading out. Entering the express elevator to the ground floor, he wasn’t worried he will be caught downstairs. Besides the building he used been far away enough that before the mafia can respond and get here he would have been gone, there are three buildings from which the gun fire could have come from any of them.


So Penance was out of the door leading out of the building, joining the pedestrians on the sidewalk. He looked at the tall buildings on the streets, with cars, busses and people just passing without any idea what just took place above them. He get to his parked pickup van and drove out of that place thinking of the next appointment he has to attend to before the day was over.

Hi guys, on a personal note like I told you before about my job challenges . I just lost the job today (which is my birthday incidentally). That means I will be making some long distant trips soon so updating stories here might slow down. But I have about two pages already typed. May be updating them tomorrow.

very captivating,more power ink to ur pen

make Una come see action film....God bless u sir..

Apollux:
Hi guys, on a personal note like I told you before about my job challenges . I just lost the job today (which is my birthday incidentally). That means I will be making some long distant trips soon so updating stories here might slow down. But I have about two pages already typed. May be updating them tomorrow.

it's well may God help you secure a new and better one soon

[quote author=Apollux post=78048628] Hi guys, on a personal note like I told you before about my job challenges . I just lost the job today (which is my birthday incidentally). That means I will be making some long distant trips soon so updating stories here might slow down. But I have about two pages already typed. May be updating them tomorrow. [/quote

Sorry about that Bro... May the Lord secure for you a new and better one soonest. Amennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

4.09pm EST

Shirley Harvey was already out of the door to the Park Center Senior High school Brooklyn building when she saw the school bus already waiting. She sighed silently and stopped trying to retrace her steps without drawing the attention of other teenagers around her hurrying to the gate to catch a bus home. When she had finished her last period, she had ran quickly to her locker, dumped the books she won’t be needing today there and hurriedly head for the door, shoving other students out of her path, incurring several curses for her efforts just to avoid what she just saw at the gate.


For a while now she had stopped taking the bus either to school or going back home just to avoid people. The looks of pity or anger at her caginess or aloofness was getting to her nerves. She had gotten into fights on few occasions. The last time around, the principal had sternly warned her. The negro “black iron maiden “ as she was called in student circles other than her name, Mrs Perla Jackson, had told her without mincing words that the school authorities had cut her some slacks over the fights she had got into before then because they took cognizant of the things she has been through. But from that day onwards any delinquent act from her will attract very stiff reprehension.


All the other words the elderly principal had said that day, with her bright eyes behind heavily rimmed thick lens glasses had just passed like blurs. After then, Shirley had shut out everyone around her in school. She had avoided the snide comments, ignored the gossips and totally pretended that those involved doesn’t exist. Though things looks gloomy and dark in her life right now, but it’s her life and she doesn’t have to bring anyone in.
She had broken up with Nick, her boyfriend of about a year when he became overbearing and always fawning over her as if she was a piece of porcelain that will just crack and get broken.


He had responded when she confronted him about it that it’s because of what happened. Why is everyone so obsessed by what happened to her than she is herself? Everybody now treats her softly and act extra nice to her like if they don’t, she will break all because of what happened. Damn, it gets her angry anytime she remembers that. She had dumped his ass and gone ahead with her life solo. There were the times the pains will hit her afresh unexpectedly and the tears will pour uncontrollably, but it will be in her secret place and she alone will see it and endure it. The loneliness were the worst. Those were her emotional weak moments she do feel she shouldn’t have broken up with Nick.


But it was too late to go back then. One of her seemingly best friends had grabbed quickly for Nick as soon as she heard both of them had broken up. She always made sure Shirley see them together anytime she can, with that stupid smile on her face to either make Shirley jealous or see what she is missing or how happy they are together. If she aimed to get her jealous, the foolish bitch was totally failing. Though Nick had tried on few occasions to apologize on her behalf, Shirley hadn’t care one bit. Though she can still see how hurt Nick is about the whole thing. The breakup wasn’t his fault in anyway. He was a good boyfriend but Shirley just doesn’t need anyone around her anymore.

Lifting her head, she almost cursed aloud. Talk of the bitch and devil, she thought inwardly. Four teenage girls, all with similar blond hair style came out of the school door heading down the wide stairs at which bottom Shirley was standing. If there was a way she could disappear, she would have done that. The other option was to mix herself with other students milling around, but it was too late as Ruby, her friend that took his ex boyfriend saw her and called the attention of the other three girls. That was when Shirley noticed that Nick was among them. Damn this was going to be interesting.


Nick tried waving at her but the bitch, Ruby pulled down his hand and said something harsh to him, which Shirley couldn’t hear from the distance but her face says it all. Later she might had said something really pretty stupid because the four of them burst out and started laughing. Nick’s face looked horrified. He walked away from them came to her and tried to apologize, Shirley just ignored him and he turned away heading for the open gate and the waiting school bus. Ruby might have been angry with her boyfriend’s gesture, she said something to her colleagues and they headed Shirley’s way. She tensed and prepared for a fight though was a bit afraid what the outcome will result to in this school.


The authorities here are not going to look favorably at her again. She moved quickly to go stand at a place she knew a security camera was focused on so the whole episode will be witnessed and that might just help clear her later. A wishful hope at best for all it will be worth.
The four girls might have noticed her move’s intent and instead of coming fully aggressively as they had before, they slowed down and stopped a few steps from her. They threw insults at her instead of fists. Shirley can take that, as she has endured harder things than verbal abuse. A crowd of students had gathered already anticipating something spectacular but when the four seemed to had exhausted every curse words and gestures they could use on her, they left for the gate and bus.


Soon the gathered crowd dispersed. She should have felt sad because at one time, those four girls that just insulted her were her beasties in this school after she got into senior high. They formed a clique made up of all five girls. It had been good then. Shirley had even dyed her hair blonde same as they all five had with same hair style. That was when she thought the world was a beautiful place, were dreams can come through, the sky is always blue and roses are red and beautiful. Until it happened and she quickly discovered that dreams can turn to nightmares , the bright blue sky can suddenly turn gray and dark with storm, that red rose have thorns on them.

That blasted accident, just that one event was what turned her world upside down. Shirley, though loved her mom, never seemed to be on the same per with her on most issues in life. Right from when she turned twelve, Shirley and her mom just seem to drift further apart as the days went by. But it wasn’t the same with aunt Erica, her mom’s younger sister. Erica was more accommodating and relatable than her mom ever could be. Her dad was something else. He was never happy with her though was never mean to her, he was just cold and aloft mostly. As if he doesn’t understand why her mom has to give birth to a baby girl. Shirley always felt that her dad was disappointed that her mom had a female child first.


Her dad wasn’t a bad man, just that he doesn’t know how to relate with female children not to talk of a growing teenage girl with hormonal issues. The baby boy that would have come into the family, died at birth. Both of parents were really disappointed by that and they never made any serious attempt at having another baby again . After that, the marriage just seem to crumble piece by piece till the separation and finally divorce.
The divorce had further divided her and her mom, keeping them more apart. As for her dad, he dealt with it by remarrying but her mom never did. That was when she had gotten more close to her aunt Erica.


Then her husband, the marine. She calls him uncle Chris. He was nice but was just the cool but unaccommodating guy. But that was okay back then as she was always welcomed in their home anytime. Soon she started spending a bit more time at their house because her mother’s house was just getting cold and lonely always as it was empty and her mom was not always around. She became sad and grumpy mostly and never remarried. Guess she still loved her dad and she got broken and disappointed by her dad’s new marriage.

Well life just went on for her and none of these seems out of place for Shirley’s young mind. Soon she got to meet aunt Erica’s best friend, aunt Sena. She was such a beautiful soul. Her negative impressions about blacks changed when she knew her. She was among the few people on earth back then she can tell her secrets without fear of criticism. It hadn’t started that way though. Initially, Shirley just thought of her as a nice woman, with this funny negro accent and a twirling of her index finger when she talks. She always likes to hug Shirley and treat her like a younger sister. That had felt nice till a day when their relationship got deeper.


Shirley had got back from school that day, her heart broken and sad. She had caught Brad, her first ever boyfriend kissing another girl behind a tree. She had screamed, ran away, cried on her way home. She skipped her house and headed for aunt Erica’s place. Before getting there, she had washed and whipped her face. When she got in the house, her aunt had been happy she came, as she was pregnant then. She needed her help and didn’t pay much attention to her niece. But the first look aunt Sena had of her, she had noticed something was wrong with Shirley. Taking her apart, the black woman had pressed on her till she had opened up.


Aunt Sena had really spoken to her, cheered her up, boosted her dwindling self confidence and had really made her laugh so hard like a little girl. Since then they had almost been inseparable. She had also loved her kids too. She was always happy, that despite her mom and dad being apart, she still have good people around her that makes her happy. Though it never crossed her mind to be afraid that the husbands of both women she loved above all else are both marines. That hit home a bit when uncle Chris had an injury that kept him home for months. Still things didn’t change all too much until that dark day.


She sighed again as she slowly dragged her feet heading for the open gate now that the school bus was gone. Though there were still students within the wide open compound around the school, they are few that knows her. She is on her final year in senior high, most pf them won’t know her well enough. Those that did had gone with the bus. At least there won’t be an object of gossips for them as they head home in the bus. Even if they did gossip, it won’t matter to her as she won’t be there to hear it.

The black day had like any other wonderful day not revealing its dark claws till way past her mid period. A teacher had come to call her in the class that the principal wants to see her in the office. When she got in, she saw two policemen in uniforms with the elderly dark skinned principal. She was surprised but that was the least of the feelings she had that day. When the news had hit her from one of the policemen, he was still talking when she blacked out. It was at the hospital when she revived that the full details of what was told her that day hit her. She had cried none stop until the doctor had sedated her.


All her waking moments were spent in tears, as the pains of the news continue to hit her afresh. Her aunt Erica, aunt Sena, her grandmom, little Lisa, her nice and aunt Sena’s two boys were all in the mini van heading for the auto shop aunt Sena’s husband had started when a speeding semi truck had crashed into them killing every one in the mini van. Her mom had gone with them on that trip though reluctantly. It was aunt Erica’s husband, Chris that had convinced her mom to go along with them as he was the one driving the mini van. The tears had refused to stop that at a point the doctors had refrained from giving her sedative to for her sleep as it was getting too much.


Shirley withdraw from life. She stopped eating and caring. Her dad had visited several times but she had said nothing to him no responded to any of his inquiries. She was so weak that she was carried to the funeral on a wheelchair. The funeral was held on the same day and they were all buried side by side. The only family members of the deceased were just her, her dad and aunt Sena’s husband Jay and someone with him she later learned was his brother from out of the State.
In just one day a perfectly good life was turned all the way opposite. She had screamed at the universe, complained to God and cursed fate.


Why will good people have to die. Even if life isn’t fair, it shouldn’t be this bad to anyone, especially her. Well the counseling had come. She was always watched at school and home. All metals, strong and heavy objects were kept far from her. Though she had thought of killing herself to end it all but there was no room for it. Life had just gone on. Then the pity look thrown at her way at school instead of helping her pissed her off and she started to lash out at every one. Then the fights had started, then the gossips and the reprimand.


Hey there it is again suddenly flashed across her mind in the middle of her introspections. That black car. It looks like a Jaguar sedan. This is the fourth time she was seeing it today. The first time was like two hours ago while she had stepped out of the school building to clear her head. The car had passed by the other side of the road. Later about thirty minutes after, it has stopped by the sidewalk outside the school gate, parked there for a few minutes before driving off. After about an hour again, Shirley had see the car roaming through the window of her class during her final period. She never really paid attention to any of it till now.

Apollux. Thanks for taking out your time to post for us. We appreciate it. And i pray God help you solve your issues(amin).

At least the two other times the car had passed, a glimpse she had of the driver seemed he was looking at her. The only difference was when she saw the car through the window of her class, the driver couldn’t have been able to see her. Now again the car is parked ahead of her by the sidewalk. Shirley was convinced that the man was watching her. Well she has had her episodes of people always watching her in the past when they thought she will commit suicide. But who could this man be? Could he be a cop or a private investigator sent by her never available father to watch her? Or could he be someone who meant her harm. She isn’t sure anyone will wish het harm anyway but you can never really be sure.


She hasn’t been able to get a good look at the driver yet but just glimpses of his face, showing it was a male behind the wheel. Well only one way to find out who he is and what he wants.
She brought out her smartphone typed 911 and left it on the speed dial. So at a single touch it will dial in a moment notice. She walked down to the car, knocked on the rolled up glass on the passenger side. The glass slide down and she bend to address the driver. The first thing she noticed about the man behind the wheel is his all white silvery hair yet he isn’t an old man. Something else was the complete lack of emotional display on his face.


But something tagged at the back of her mind, that the face looks remotely familiar. Try as she may, she couldn’t shake off that feeling or recall where she might have seen the face before.
“Hey mister, I noticed you have been watching me for hours, I want to know why? “ She asked, her thumb close to the dial part of the all screen phone.
After a few seconds of the driver just fixing his face on the windscreen as if he didn’t hear her, he responded. “And what makes you think you are the one I’m watching? “

“I’m not dumb, you hear me. “ Shirley tried to put on her bold bitchy face. “I have seen you driving in circles around my school and I’m always the object of your attention. “
A look at the stranger’s face showed he would have smiled at this but his face seemed not to be cut out for it.
“Are you Afraid, Miss Shirley Anderson? “
“Not of a sad faced pretty boy like you, stranger. “
“You should be afraid. Didn’t your… “ here the stranger paused awkwardly as the next word to follow is quite familiar but he used something else. “… folks tell you not to talk to strangers?”


“Is that a threat? “ Shirley asked her hand almost touching the call button. Though she wasn’t afraid as it is a very public place with several people passing on both sides of the road. Though the traffic is free, there are still several traffic stops along it. So this man can’t harm her and really get away with it.
“No Miss Shirley but you should be more careful of people you talk to, especially strangers. I’m glad though that you are more cognizant of your surroundings. That is a skill that might save your life when you least expect it. “


“And how the hell is that any of your business mister? “ Shirley was almost getting angry carelessly. “And how in the world did you get to know my name? “
“It doesn’t really matter, but what I said is. “
“Now here’s one more to add to the list of important things to you. Next time I see you or this blasted car anywhere around me, I’m calling the cops on your sorry ass. And yes that’s a threat. “
Shirley stormed away from the car, taking swift steps and looking at her back occasionally to see if the car will come after her. Her hand continued to hover over the dial button till she got to a turning and didn’t see it again.

Penance sat back on the car’s seat watching as the teenage Shirley walked away. A lot have changed about her since he last saw her. The deaths had taken their toil on her but it was good to know she is still alive and dealing with it. His late wife’s niece. He had known Shirley when she was still very young seen her grow into the teenager she is today. Penance had been worried that his actions might have drawn the attention of his enemies and despite how far he has gone to hide his identity, they may have find out who his is. That is why he had come to see Shirley but had to watch the environment she is first to see if there are those keeping her under surveillance.


There were none both at school and the house where she lives with her father and step mother. That is good and tell of one thing, that his enemies haven’t figured out who he really is. Though Penance is sure, they will eventually but for now they haven’t, that still gives him a little more time to get things done. Though he wondered why Shirley and her father were spared, when every other person related to him has been killed. His friend’s family weren’t spared either. Well they may just have never thought of that or just feel that leaving a few alive might keep suspicion off the sudden death of members of three families at the same time.


Well he had accomplished his goal here, Shirley is safe from danger for now. Though Penance wondered why she couldn’t recognize him again. Maybe his face have changed so much and the fact she believed he was dead and buried may not allow her to see any remembrance between him and her late aunt’s husband. But Jaylen hasn’t had problem recognizing him on sight. Well that is something for another time. He twisted the key in the ignition, drove the car away from that place.

#KeepItComing.

Boiling!!!

please continue but let me ask how far about your job issue

ashatoda:
please continue but let me ask how far about your job issue

Nothing yet. I have to be moving back to Lagos soon.

Apollux:

Nothing yet. I have to be moving back to Lagos soon.

I pray you see another and better job soon. We appreciate what you do for us here and i'll include you in my prayer.

Finally it hit front page after four months.

CHAPTER FIVE

Three years ago

11.22am EST

Chris was at the wheel of the mini van smiling at a joke Sena who was directly behind him had made. His wife who was sitting beside him on the passenger side laughed and said something funny after that. Chris sister-in-law, Evelyn was sitting with Sena behind him, joined in the joke, though she hardly say much these days since after her divorce episode. Sena has added more words to her already packed ones eliciting more laughter all around till Mrs Harvey, Chris mother-in-law reprimanded them that kids are around and listening to them.


Sena’s two boys and Lisa where with her on the back of the van. Sena disagreed, that what she is saying can be heard by kids and besides they are all sleeping. The only way they can hear her is if she is some kind of Freddy Krueger kind of monster and visit them in their dreams. Which caused another round of laughter and Mrs Harvey was forced to smile but quickly replaced it with a scowl.
The day was fully bright , the sky unusually blue and everything just looks like the view you get from an imaginary image of a perfect day. They were on their way to visit the auto shop just set up by Jay.


The road was unusually wide, the sides looks filled with well trimmed grasses and beautiful flowers. Trees swerving lovingly in the breeze. The world appeared surreal to Chris as he drove the vehicle but it didn’t seem strange to him as everything is just the perfect picture of what his heart desires. The road was just a long one that seem to go on forever without a break or turning and there appeared no other vehicle using the road like them. He turned to look at his wife and noticed that she was smiling a him. She held him by his arm and rested her head on his shoulder. The new baby was strapped to her chest as there was no space for a baby cot in the mini van.


He felt happy and fulfilled at that moment, he was lucky to have her in his life. Just then everything bright he was seeing suddenly turned dark, the happiness and joy all turned to a feeling of dreadful fear yanking at his senses. Just then the massive image of a heavy duty semi truck appeared before his windshield as if by magic. He opened his mouth to scream but nothing could come out as his mouth and throat seem filled with gravel. He tried raising his hand but they felt like melting rubber, drooping and weak. He turned back to his wife again to try and warn her but she seem oblivious to the looming danger and just continued to smile until a heavy noise that sounded like a mountain crashing to the earth filled the interior of the mini van. Then the world hard turned upside down, pieces of glasses were flying everywhere, the dashboard caved in and cracked into two. Still his wife continued to small as the world darkened around him.

He screamed out in pains as the darkness that enveloped him exploded and his eyes were struck with a sudden bright light which caused him to shut them tight instinctively. Slowly he opened his eye lids one after the other, squinting. He saw that he is in a room all white. floor, walls and ceiling seem to be made of an unbroken white material he couldn’t determine at that moment. The bright light was coming from several points at the ceiling. His nose picked up the whiff of a smell he couldn’t identify but there were others he could guess at. Disinfectant, menthol and alcohol. Normally he shouldn’t have been able to tell all these smell apart but his nose seem to have grown that ability without him knowing.


He noticed he is standing but as he tried to move his legs and arms, felt them held back. Moving his eyes to see what could be the problem, he saw that his hands and legs were bound by heavy metal manacles fastened to two wide rectangular poles in the crossed form of an X. The manacles were holding his hands and legs upright fixed to the poles. He then noticed that his head was throbbing heavily with a headache, his body was burning up with fever and glistering sweat covered every inch of his frame. Also he was naked. It was difficult to tell the dimensions of the room as everything seem made of same material but it wasn’t empty.


Just by the side is a standing equipment he has no idea what it is but it has connecting wires that he noticed were fixed on it and connected to his chest, arms and thighs. The equipment has a glass display showing gauges with yellow, green and red lights moving from one end of the glass display to the other spiking at intervals with slow ping sounds. A wide stainless steel table was placed beside it. On the table was a big monitor with the light image of a human body with labeled parts on the screen. The monitor was connected to a specialized keyboard and linked with thick cables to a large CPU data console which was connected to a computer mainframe like super computer.

Another stainless table was besides the first one Chris could see, on this one were scattered glass tubes and bakers containing several kinds of colored liquid. There was a crucible held over a Bunsen burner with a finger width blue flame. The liquid within the crucible was boiling but the vapor it was pouring up was being collected into a condenser which led the liquid to be dripping in a slim test tube held in place by a clamp. Someone whose back was turned to him was standing before the table with attention fully fixed on the dropping liquid. The person was putting on a white lab coat. The person turned and it was a woman. She was short, at least below five feet but was skinny.


Her hair was colored red and cut off just above shoulder length. A prominent arrow line of the hair dropped downward at the top of her face just barely above the space between her eyes. She was wearing a large round wire rimmed glasses on a squat nose. A short thin lip graced her face. Her eyes looked wide behind the glasses and she had this look that was like a mocking facial texture permanently in place.
“Oh you awake? Right on time. “ She said putting her hands in the pockets of her lab coat. “You have unusual resilience and resistance to our subliminal hypnotic suggestions. Totally screwing with the process of psychological and mental reconditioning we had planned for you. “


Chris felt his whole body weak. If not for the manacle bands holding his hands and legs upright, he would have fallen down totally. What’s really going on? He try to recollect his last memory but they eluded him like a hand grasping at smoke. His headache spiked higher as he exerted his mind to remember. Talking was like carrying a quarter ton weight on his chest. His joints felt like rubber, disjointed. His muscles and bones felt stressed as if something has been hitting them none stop for hours. His stomach was in a state of Flux, flip-flopping at every breath he takes. His throat felt parched and his tongue hanging out because of thirst.


“What’s going on? Why am I here, how did I get here? Who are you? “ Chris managed to croak out slowly at the woman standing before her.
“I’d start by answering your last question. I’m Dr. Gina Hofmann, a behavioral therapist /scientist and a psychologist. Here at this time I’m responsible for your behavioral reconditioning. “ She said as she turned back and heads for the table with all the lab equipment. “Your other questions will not be answered by me. “
“Why? “

Ready to see how Chris became penance. I never liked him at the start, I don't know what to think now.

Apollux where you dey ooooooo?

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