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|Re: Last Assignment by Adekunleppen400: 9:11pm On Jun 04|
I am very sorry for the break.
Last Assignment continues tomorrow.
|Re: Last Assignment by Adekunleppen400: 9:59pm On Jun 05|
LAST ASSIGNMENT … 12
Ein Kerem, Jerusalem.
She was crying profusely. He tried to touch her left arm in a way that communicated his genuine concern, but she twitched. ‘’I am sorry to disturb you. Please, I don’t mean to hurt you, I was just tr…….."
‘’I am one of the survivors of holocaust. Auschwitz-Birkenau contamination camp.’’ She paused for some seconds and continued. ‘’I saw the only man I loved gassed to death.’’ She cut in, sobbing.
‘’What happened to your left arm? Will you like to tell me about it?’’ When she didn’t reply after a couple of minute, he spoke as though apologizing ‘’I am sorry, I don’t mean to hurt you, I don’t mean to remind you of your painful past if you don’t want to…"
‘’ I don't want to remember the things that happened. I have chosen to forget many, but I will say some of the horrible experiences I went through.’’
Her face changed to that of a child whose favourite doll was snatched. Shallow streams of tears ran down her oblong face.
‘’The pain was unbearable, before admission into the camp we were assigned a number that was tattooed on our left arm.’’
She rolled up her sleeve to show him. It revealed 28599. It was as though stamped on her skin. Something like caked blood glued to her body. She took a deep breath and continued.
‘’We were fed with food that would only keep us breathing.’’
Due to malnutrition, and the hell I went through in that camp. I lost my menstrual cycle and consequently lost my faith in God. Hilter is a pig, devil gave him that Master Race idea.’’ She paused to blow her nose before she continued.
‘’Those SS are merciless.’’
‘’Sorry, SS?’’ He cut in.
‘’Schutzstaffel, those were the idiots Hitler used to punish us in the camp.’’ She waited for him to ask more questions if he had, but when he didn’t she continued.
‘’I saw trailer loads of people turned into smoke in 45 minutes, I saw my loved ones, my love gassed to death, my fiancé was gassed because he showed slight sign of sickness. I saw many starved to death. I…I….I don’t want to talk about it anymore.’’
She buried her head in the confidence his broad chest radiated as he consoled her.
"You still have a future, God allowed you to survive for a reason, behead your past. You can still make something out of your life.’’
That was the first dose. Her subsequent visits ended in motivational classes. The faith she had lost in love and God. She found it back in him. He became her hope, something she can trust for a future.
In the last week of his stay in Jerusalem. After cleaning his room it surprised him to hear her say ‘’I want to follow to you Nigeria.’’ He smiled. ‘’ Stay here my dear, there is hope for you here, I believe you will make it.’’
She held his hands and said ‘’you are the one feeding me with that hope for that future. There are lot of memories haunting me here I want to run from away from them."
Plans were made, by the time he was returning to Nigeria. He came with a better heart and became a heart-throb.
With her hope for life fully restored, she pledged her future and that of her seeds to fighting terrorism. There is no better definition of terror than what Hitler did to those 6 million Jew sacrificed at the Holocaust.
The commitment to that pledge brought Sharon to the Akure. She was willing to give her all to stop that fanatic who want to blow up the PPP’s secretariat.
|Re: Last Assignment by Obisteve42: 2:08pm On Jun 06|
Thanks Adekunle for coming back and dropping by. I love your work.
|Re: Last Assignment by Adekunleppen400: 6:00am On Jun 09|
Thank you for reading me. I appreciate.
|Re: Last Assignment by Obisteve42: 5:27pm On Jun 09|
Adekunleppen400:So when are we expecting the next update?
|Re: Last Assignment by Adekunleppen400: 1:34am On Jun 11|
[quote author=Obisteve42 post=79168742]
So when are we expecting the next update? [/quotel]
I will post it today.
|Re: Last Assignment by Missmossy(f): 7:52pm On Jun 11|
Such a captivating piece,kudos to the writer.
|Re: Last Assignment by Adekunleppen400: 10:59pm On Jun 11|
Thank you, I appreciate this
|Re: Last Assignment by Adekunleppen400: 11:01pm On Jun 11|
Precious knew the next guy in line. She had worked with Hassan Ahmed on few operations. One of them was defusing a bomb planted at the Kaduna State House of Assembly three days before Salah celebration in 2013.
Work made their path crossed, all precious had to do with him revolved around ops, nothing more. She gave him a professional handshake, and a thin smile as she welcome him into the safe house.
The last guy, Biodun Sadare, was intimate with Precious. They had walked together on many occasions. The Fifth Directorate had difficulty choosing him for that operation, because he felt something more than work was beginning to creep in between them.
But he had no one who could replace him, so he picked him, but privately told Sharon to spy on him and precious.
As he entered the safe house, Precious ran into his hands. ‘’When will you stop coming after me’’ Precious asked looking into his eyes, his hands were around her waist.
He wanted to say "When you agree to marry me", but he decided against it "when we stop having operations to do together." He replied. ‘’Get away joor’’ she playfully poked his chest and slipped out of his grip.
They settled in comfortably and decided to take a rest, but planned to converge later at 12:00 AM, to come up with a plan to stop that fanatic walking to the PPP’s building.
|Re: Last Assignment by Obisteve42: 9:24am On Jun 13|
Great write. Please can your updates be coming in more regularly. it would be very appreciated.
|Re: Last Assignment by Adekunleppen400: 12:50am On Jun 15|
I will work on that. The posting will change. Thank you for reading me.
|Re: Last Assignment by Adekunleppen400: 8:20am On Jun 15|
During the World War II. America’s theme of participation was ‘victory at lowest possible cost’. That policy by Franklin Delano Roosevelt made America at the conclusion of the war the most powerful nation in the world.
Russia lost half of her productive capacity, and nearly 20 million people to the war. To those four DSS agents sitting in the safe house at Akure, it was victory at all cost, victory at any cost.
At 12:00 AM they started talking about how to stop that fanatic. They sat at a polished round table that looked like dining table for four.
To Precious right hand was swarthy Biodun, known to have soft spot for fair ladies but praised for his attention to details. He knew all operation he had ever gone for, what happened, how they happened, and the number of life lost.
So detailed, that he goes over any operation tactics not less than three times after it must have been perfected. In his area of operation, any slight mistake could lead you to grave. Your mistake will be a lesson for those coming after you on how not be behave when you on operation.
The pointed jaw Hassan. His jaw formed something similar to the tip of a chisel when he smiled, but better than that, he had the talent to make accurate decision on the spur-of-the-moment. He was not a master strategist but if you gave him correct information he would tell you the right thing to do.
Sharon was to Biodun’s right. She was chosen because of her ability to snipe, trained by a Nigeria sniper called Sodik, nicknamed Boko Haram doctor. The best sniper Nigeria ever had. He was a terror to the Boko Haram sect, a torn in their hardened flesh. Sodik killed more key members of the Boko Haram sect than the Nigeria Army. Most of the sect members killed by the Army were disposable ones.
When they were set, Precious let out a sigh as she said. ‘’Guys, how do we go about this?’’
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