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Don, said D’best, I need you to help me test how true that kid is. I think we would need him for the project I told you about.
He looks it, said Don, but let’s see if he is truly it.

D'best had explained that he had to pick Akin at the airport and put his fingers on the keyboard as soon as possible. Don said he had had an arrangement with his friend, a chief, to personally render Akin almost useless in the force by picking him up at the airport for having anything to do with a wanted criminal. The Chief is part of our team, i asked him to dis-badge and disarm him, afterwards give him room of escape. It is good we make him a man on the run as you and i.

And how that would be of any help to us, D’best asked

He would have no other place to run to that us. He would do anything we require of him especially when he knows that we do not just have his mother and his girlfriend’s mother, but when we tell him we have the power to make him a corp again. Don explained.


Spark, after about 45 minutes of intent look at Donnellson, who seemed completely lost in his laptop, could not but break the horrible silence.
Were you born sad? Spark asked
Great gut for a 9 year old, Don said without taking his eyes off the screen.
How did you know I’m nine?
Your face told me. Don said.
My face…….how? Besides you haven’t even looked at my face
I don’t have to look at your face, I don’t see with only my eyes. Don said
How does it feel to be old? Spark asked
Don stared at his face for five seconds and said, you would know how it feels when you get there, that is if you get there.

Don, said D’best, I need you to help me test how true that kid is. I think we would need him for the project I told you about.
He looks it, said Don, but let’s see if he is truly it.

D'best had explained that he had to pick Akin at the airport and put his fingers on the keyboard as soon as possible. Don said he had had an arrangement with his friend, a chief, to personally render Akin almost useless in the force by picking him up at the airport for having anything to do with a wanted criminal. The Chief is part of our team, i asked him to dis-badge and disarm him, afterwards give him room of escape. It is good we make him a man on the run as you and i.

And how would that be of any help to us, D’best asked

He would have no other place to run to than us. He would do anything we require of him especially when he knows that we do not just have his mother and his girlfriend’s mother, but when we tell him we have the power to make him a corp again.

Donnellson, a seventy-four-year-old snarly looking man, was D’best’s special adviser and his key man in crime. He lived most of his days in his mansion, which was undoubtedly the biggest and most beautiful masterwork in two kilometers radius. He sometimes stayed in the comfort of his home for months, without seeing how the outside world looked like, yet he controlled the world by just punching his phone buttons and saying what he wants done to it, next minute, it is done. Donnellson lived with nobody, except the four harmed broad-chested men, who manned the four walls of the compound. He lived alone in his own world, which had the whole world in it – everything you could think of in a house.

Before heading for the airport to meet Akin, D’best had taken Spark to Donnellson to stay with him till he returned. D’best had introduced Spark to him as a smart kid friend with a lot of potentials. Spark was disappointed that all he could get as response to the well expressed introduction from this man, whose face would rather fit a cat more, was a nod – a very simple nod which no word followed. “If this is what old-age is all about, I don’t want to experience it” Spark thought.

Go in young man and don’t step out of the red carpet, I’ll join you soon. Remember, anywhere outside the red carpet is restricted and crossing boundaries in my house leaves you a lifeless body. Don said crudely. Spark went into the apartment and moved no where close to the edge of the red carpet. He sank himself into one of the couch in the living room as he beheld the beauty of what, to him, seemed like the much talked about heaven. The jazz music that filled the room, though quite loud, but seemed to be coming from too miles away.

How old are you kid? asked D’best

I have lived past thirteen good years boss. Thirteen years lived on the street. Spark said

Were you born of a woman? If yes, where is your mother?

The last time I heard about her, she was a LovePeddler somewhere in Toronto. Spark said as he shuffled a number of music CD’s

And your dad?

I didn’t grow up to know how my father looks like. I learnt he stole a huge amount of money from the company he was working for and ran to Mexico with his secretary to start a new life. Said Spark as he inserted a CD of Luther Vandros’ Dance With My Father. The memory of his caring father came back to life as the perfect combination of musical keys sank the words in the deepest part of his heart.

……back when I was a child
Before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high
And dance with my mother and me and then
Spend me around till I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance
Another walk, another dance with him….

Even at a tender age of thirteen, it was no longer part of Spark’s character to cry. He believed the act of crying was meant for three categories of people - babies, ladies in love, and teenagers who had parents or shoulders to cry on. He knew he didn’t fall in any of the categories, so he had chosen to take cry out of the options available for him to express pain. He turned on an adult masculine nature of himself the day he realized he had only one father on planet earth – himself. He had to play the role of a father to himself and he believed fathers don’t cry, at least in the presence of their sons, and he was not going to break that record, so he made up his mind that he was not going to cry in the presence of himself. For five years, he had lived with this principle, but his muscle failed him when he listened to those very beautiful words put together in a very beautiful way and delivered with a very beautiful voice of Luther Vandros. He felt his tears run down his arid cheeks. He quickly put himself together to hide the tears from D’best. He knew if he had to impress D’best, he had to paint the picture of a hard-hearted kid who doesn’t know what it feels like to cry for candies and ice cream.

D’best decided to drive straight to Hilton Long Island Hutington to enable him have about two hours of rest before Lucy’s arrival.

The whole game was becoming more and more interesting for Spark. He couldn’t believe he was beginning to like D’best’s personality - his moves, his confidence and his swiftness in making decisions and accurate ones for that matter. As much as he wanted him to die, he also wanted him to live for him to learn as much as he needed to make his launch into the world of the big boys in crime and drug pulling. He had only spent few hours with D’best, he had concluded that D’best would not make a bad mentor. He knew it was an opportunity for him to graduate from the peanuts he was getting from stealing back pocket wallets and candies from grocery stores to the league of hard currency movers. His dream to become a pilot had not changed, the only variation was that he no longer wanted to pilot airplanes from point A to point B, rather he wanted to pilot the biggest successful crime ever recorded in the history of the United States.