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In an attempt to bring the literature section back to what it used to be and the category it used to belong to as one of the most educative and informative sections on Nairaland. We have decided to have a thread where every writer on this board/section will drop the link to their stories on this thread and a group of selected critics will make neccessary corrections to the story or whatever article you are posting to make it readable, understandable and frontpage worthy.
It is no new thing that the major criteria that a thread must posses before it can be considered for the frontpage is the CORRECT USE OF ENGLISH. Recently, stories and articles being posted on this board are written in not so good English. Hence, the reason for creating this thread.
All you need to do is post the link to your story on the thread and professional writers will check it out and make necessary corrections. Basically in the aspect of GRAMMAR.
NOTE: This thread is meant to serve the aforementioned purposes, therefore, any act of chit-chat, bickering, e-fight would be met with heavy punishment from the moderators of this section.
Cc: Ishilove, Standd, Royver, LarrySun, Obinnau, Senbonzakurakageyoshi, Kayemjay, Efemenaxy, Nugees11, OMA4U,

standd:
Suggestions:
1. Writers den.
2. Story Factory: A thread for writers and critics.
3. Operation stop the blunders
4. Word-Lords: Where great story writers are made.
5. Literature section writers and reviewers thread.
6. Operation write it right.
7. Literature section writers thread.


You need more?

I think number 5 is more like it.

standd:
Ehn! Who stole it?
I feel we don't need it anyway, let's get our acts together first.

We need a catchy name for the thread, am not good with naming or giving titles. Think of something

standd:
Thank you. We will do all the nominations on this thread so that we won't derail the new one( which is specifically meant for posting links to stories and calling on any nominated committee member to come critique)

Okay.
Btw I can't find the frontpage recommendation thread anymore.

standd:
One of the points raised is that D9ty7 (or ishilove, obinnau) should create a thread so that we can nominate the 'committee/panel' that will help in critiquing stories.

I will create the thread then, hopefully it get to serve its purpose.
Ishilove; you guys(the mods) have no problem with me creating the thread, do you?

--continuation--
Mark knocked on the big black gate that covered the enterance into Rtd Major-General Tukur's duplex which was located in a estate which was still under construction, as only his own duplex has been completed. The estate which was reported to have been worth a whooping five billion naira was said to belong to Tukur and his group of friends, hence, the reason behind only Tukur living in the estate and only his house built to completion. Even though everyone knew him to be a former millitary governor of Lagos, Edo and Delta state during different millitary regime before he rose to become a Major-General. Tukur, according to reports from his friends and colleagues in the Nigerian army, never for once supported a could, neither did he for once try to resist being overthrown. In 1987 as a colonel, he was appointed the millitary governor of Delta state under the Major Eze/Mark Anthony regime and by the time the coup planners approached Tukur so that they can overthrow the government in which he serves, he vehemently refused to be a part of the coup. And even when he had the opportunity to tell either of the Head of state or the De facto(vice) leader, Tukur kept quiet and watched until Major Eze was killed and Mark Anthony sent to exile. And immediately a new government was installed by the coup plotter, Tukur retained his office as the Millitary governor of Delta state, and two years later, he was made the millitary governor of Edo state, a position he held for the next four years, making him the first millitary governor to serve for eight years in two different states. In 1993, Tukur was part of the presidency electoral committee who oversaw the protection of the then FEDECO workers, now INEC. The millitary government in 1993 which Tukur was part of Anulled the election and plunged the Nation in chaos. Months later, when pressure from the international community became too much, the head of state vacated his seat and fled to his home state after installing an interim government. In less than three month, a brutal dictator overthrew the Interim government and for the first time, they wanted Tukur dead. He was forced to go on exile for the number of years spent by the dictator and in 1997 when the dictator died, Tukur returned and was installed as the Governor of Lagos state. Tukur was planning a coup to become the head of state when the Head of state organized the 1999 election which brough a former millitary head of state into office and Tukur being a godson to the president elect, had to drop every aspiration of his and he was rewarded by being made the Chief of Army staff. In 2007, Tukur retired from active politics and since then, he has grown into a national nuisance who does things with impunity. He was untouchable as he had every influential Nigerian at his beck. It was reported that Tukur single-handedly formulated a policy for the Federal government and without delay, it was passed by the National assembly. Such was the power that Rtd Major-General Tukur wields.
The gate slid open in its own accord to reveal an empty compound where no one seemed to be in view.
"What's going on?" Tina asked removing her gun.
"There is only one way to find out." Mark said as he took a step which took him closer to the compound, but Tina was quick to hold him back.
"You can't enter. Its dangerous." She whispered.
"Contact Melvin." Mark mouthed, calling the name, Melvin with so much disgust.
"Hey Melv.... What's the situation over there?" She asked.
"The compound is empty. We are in." Melvin replied.
Tina whispered what Melvin said to Mark.
"What's your take? Don't you think going in could be sucidal?" She asked.
"Its not. We just have to thread carefully." Melvin replied.
"Will get back to you."
"Copy." Melvin said.
Tina explained the situation to Mark who was excited at the prospect of entering the compound.
"We have..." He was saying when two heavily built men came out of the building and were approaching the gate.
"We knew you were coming over, Mark Ashimolowo and Christina James." One of the two men who could pass for bouncers as club houses said.
"You should have entered the moment the gate was opened for you." The other one said.
"Welcome." He said in a business-like tone as he shhok hands with Mark and Tina.
"Come with me."

--to be continued--

--continuation--
"What did he say?" Tony asked once he noticed the pained look on Kimberly's face.
"He said he is busy, and moreso, he wasn't the one who asked me to come down to Nigeria." Kim replied with bitterness.
"Don't blame him, he might have a lot of things on his table right now, considering the fact that he came to Nigeria last month. Just don't let that get to you, he'll come around." Tony explained.
"Even if he is busy at work, he should spare an hour of his time to pick me up at the airport and drive me to his office. I can survive staying till he closes in the evening. Or better still, he could send any of his less busied colleagues." Kim added, this time, tears were streaming down her cheeks.
This singular act got to Tony who quickly stretched his hands forward and held her hands as he tried to pacify her, wiping her tears in the process.
"Now you are begining to read strange meanings to his failure to come pick you up. It is only in America that you can take an hour break to do some outside office duties, afterall, its your right. You have the right to work, and can even sue your employers if you are being overworked or underpaid. But here in Nigeria, the government doesn't mind if everyone is jobless, so far they get to export oil on a daily basis. Here in Nigeria, we beg to be overworked and underpaid. You know why? Your employers loves you more if you are a hardworker." Tony explained.
Kim couldn't help but laugh at what Tony said.
"Now, I made you laugh." Tony said with a tone of triumph, like he just achieved a feat worth achieving.
"I hate being stranded, and to say I know nowhere in this country." She lamented after a minute. "Excuse me, let me make this call." She said as she removed a book that looked like a diary and copied a number into her nw mobile phone.
"Hello mum." She said excitedly.
"Hello darling. How was your trip?" Grace asked, the excitement evident in her voice too.
"Mum, it was wonderful. Had mad fun breathing out the American oxygen and breathing in that that of Africa. Even the airport here is crazy. Believe me, you'll think you are in Ontario in Los Angeles or Heathrow in London." Kim explained.
"Tell me more." Grace cried.
"The road connecting to the airport alone and everything around looks foreign. I hope I will take a tour around the state before I return to America." Kim explained. "Even the eateries. You won't believe there are gyms all around. They have spa shops." Kim cried.
"That's impressive." Grace enthused.
Tony shook his head in self pity "Na so Nigeria bad reach? Chai! We don suffer for Oyinbo people hand." He said to himself.
"Really impressive. Nigeria is not as bad as they make us believe."
And just then a black Nissan Murano drove into the eatery premises.
"That's my car there." Tony whispered.
"Who is that?" Grace asked.
"I actually met him at the airport and since I am stranded, he has been keeping my company. His name is Tony." Kim replied.
"What of Mark?" Tony could hear the woman at the other end speak.
"He claimed he didn't invite me over, so I should find somewhere to stay until he is ready to pick me up." Kim explained.
"Is he out of his mind? What the hell is he feeling like?"
"Mum, calm down. I have someone here and I think I am safe." Kim said assuringly and Tony nodded in affirmation. "I will get back to you later."
"Alright. Just remain safe, remember, the baby." With this, the line went dead.
"Your mum?" Tony asked.
"No. Mother-in-law." She replied with a smile. "She is a very wonderful mother. We often relate like sisters, more than we relate as mother-daughter. " She added.
"Is she American?"
"No, Nigerian." She replied.
Two minutes later, Kim paid for their meal with her credit card and Tony led her out of the eatery into the parking lot where his driver was waiting.
"You are beautiful." He said for the first time as the driver sped on towards Maryland.

--tbc--

Joseph1832, Informizer, thronekid, stuff46, colospor.... You guys can add a thing or two.

D9ty7:
In addition, I think the literature section shouldn't be about stories and stories alone. Many people don't visit this section because they are of the opinion that everything on this section are stories which is true. And what they say is, "why should I sit down with my phone and read stories written by unknown writers when I can download James Hadley Chase books?"
There was a time when cuddlemi was the moderator here, quizes and debates if I am not mistaken. Ishilove, I think you should take that up personally. Just anybody can't do it, people won't take it serious, but when a moderator, with their wealth of experience takes it up, people will want to see it. A typical example of this is this thread, for how many hours now, how many views and posts?
Please, do something about it and be sure that people will support you. In fact, you might not do anything at all, other than to create the thread and help us sticky it.

Since I made the above suggestiong, I have been going round the literature board hoping to see a thread lurking somewhere, but there has been nothing of such.
We are on a mission to make the literature section better. And in my own honest opinion, I don't think this board should be about stories alone. It is boring.
Lets have competitions, quizes, debates, short story competitions. Put them on frontpage rather than having a photograph contest every year being celebrated on Nairaland.
I hope to get a reply soonest.
Cc: Ishilove, Standd, LarrySun, Royver, Kayemjay, senbonzakurakageyoshi(how you dey spell your moniker sef) and others.

standd:
I pay 5000bututs for each of my story that makes FP

I shall come and bitch-slap anyone that mentions or alludes to my name anyhow in malicious talk and envious rantings......I mean it

You must be very rich then..... But what's this obsession about Nairaland's homepage?
You should learn to ignore some people on this forum. They are not worth getting a reply from you.
*Ishilove, come here, I want to be your friend. lol

standd:
DanWrites...hello Awayu?
If you were referring to me as a 'friend' of Ishilove in your now hidden thread, can you pls tell me why you feel some of us don't deserve FP and some of you do?
Again, what has stopped you from recommending threads for the FP since the thread was created? Were you banned from doing so?

Btw, I'm going back to that thread to recommend another of my story. If it is FP worthy, fine and if it is not, I will improve on my writing.

Btw, I don't want to bicker oh, but the bile running in some peoples guts can poison them. Easy, biko. No one has ever paid me for making FP.

They yaff make Standd vex now.
Anyone who doesn't like the way your stories make frontpage should make friends with Ishilove too na.lol.
*Abeg, how many kegs of palmwine does Ishilove take to becomes one's friend?
DanWrites, recommend you own stories for frontpage or you know the rest.

kwencypresh:
ok
how many people do u want to send mail

60

kwencypresh:
bulk sms
i tink dat will do the trick

Bulk sms? We talking mail here ma'am

This land is not for sale. Beware of 419. Millitary zone, keep off.
I'll be back to wish the king himself a happy birthday. But before then, I wish you long life filled with prosperities as God makes you bigger.

whitemosquito:
The homepage recommendation is not a new development. I stand to be corrected, but to my knowledge, it's been around from Cuddlemii's era.

Nevertheless, it still begs the question, 'what makes a thread homepage worthy?'
If it is left to our dearly beloved but unexposed readers, chaff will be threshed with the wheat.

I feel the decision should be left for a select few; seasoned literature landers, informed writers themselves, perhaps people from the time Efemena and co talked about, peeps whose opinion the majority of Nl literatti hold in esteem....those sort of peeps.

I agree with this.... Readers will recommend a story for the frontpage because they are enjoying the story or because they like the writer.
I think credible and well respected writers(from the past) can be assigned the responsibility of recommending stories that they feel are frontpage worthy. Just what HumbledbyGrace suggested late last year.
And one more thing is, majority of these old writers are no longer active on this board, meaning, 90% of the readers don't know them. So, who will respect their decisions?

--continuation--
Tina brought the official N.A.T.U suv to a halt just beside the very lonely Badagary road.
"What's the matter?" Mark who was seated on the passenger seat asked.
"Extraction team would be here in a moment." She replied.
Seated on the backseat were three other men who wore suits crested with the silvery eagle symbol of the N.A.T.U.
"How long do we have?" One of the three men asked.
"Five minutes or less." Tina replied as she pressed a button and her own side of the window slid down to half, which allowed fresh air into the car.
And just when Mark was becoming impatient, a black SUV came into view from afar, directly opposite them and one minute later, a young man dressed in suit simillar to that of the three men on the backseat stood beside Tina's window.
"Hello Melvin." She said.
"Hi Tina." He replied. "Hey guys." He said to the other occupants of the car including Mark who ignored him like he just spoke a language he couldn't understand.
"Shall we?" Tina asked.
"Of course. Intel report is ready with footages to back." Melvin replied.
Tina nodded at the men on the backseat who alighted without much ado as she made for the trunk of the car, where she brought out a very big bag, unzipped it and gave guns to her men. Meanwhile, Mark was still sitting inside the car.
"Mark, its about time." Tina called from behind.
"I know." He replied.
"Then, get down and lets go. We are going in the second SUV." She said calmly.
"No way! We are six in number, the SUV can only take five at a time, so I will just drive this from behind." He replied referring to the initial vehicle in which they came in.
"You do have a point, but this particular SUV has a customized plate, plus, the N.A.T.U crest is all over it." Tina explained as she zipped up the bag, returned it into the trunk and shut the door.
"So, what do you suggest?" He asked.
"We'll fix up something." Melvin replied.
"I was talking to her, not you." Mark glared.
"Let down your arms man. Come on! I'll be here with you for at least an hour, so deal with that and be prepared to live with it." With this, Melvin walked over to his own SUV and the others followed, Tina, dragging Mark along.
"Take the front seat." She whispered.
"No, you take it." He nudged Tina forward and once Tina was comfortably seated he held unto the frame of the door and stood as Melvin moved the car slowly into a deserted unterred road which according to him said was connected to a particular boarder.
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Five minutes later, Melvin was addressing everybody.
"To gain entry into this building, we need to be high on alert. They won't just let us in if we knock. So, I think..." Melvin was saying.
"You don't think in situation like this. You have to be sure." Mark cuts in.
"Am in charge here." Melvin said.
"Its my call." Mark replied. "The high-handedness of the security around the house is just normal. Afterall, the man in question was a retired Major-General. To achieve something here today. You the man in charge will go in through the back. According to the pictures you showed us, there are two men patrolling the back of the house, there are no security cams. You take those two men out. One of these three joins you once you are done." Mark explained. "I go in with Christina through the frontgate like perfect guests. We introduce ourselves and once we are in, you get to advance from there into the building, where you hold the security men for a while until we are done with getting words out of Major-General Tukur. Give the security men something to chew for a while. That leaves us with two men outside, get the back up team on the way, and once things get out of hand, you look for an escape route for those of us in the building. Understood?"
"Yes sir."
Tina was impressed with Mark's brilliance and how he made the daunting task before them easy.
"But..." Melvin tried protesting.
"No buts." Tina flashed him her killer smile and that did the trick.
As Mark tried putting on his bullet proof vest, his phone rang. An unknown Nigerian number.
"Hello, baby am I Ikeja. At the airport." Kim cried excitedly.
"Huh? Am busy presently, and moreso, I didn't invite you." Mark said without thinking and hung up at once.
"Lets move it."

--tbc--

Lets see what we can come up with this morning. #typing

shankies215:
''so because someone copied ur work....................''' shoro niyen?. D guy gt stone brain Walahi

Am just suprised at your outburst. Aside wearing heels to mosque, I never knew you could use words this much. You just dey mix am, Yoruba, Hausa, Igbo, Efik, Swahili, Chineese.

Shebarh:
OK fyn but errbdy here is wicked...

I still don't/can't get your point. Wicked in the sense that?

olarafiat:
D9ty7 pls alil reminder abt d guy cuz I don 4get o
As 4 Kim berra b careful or u get robbed of everything with u including d clothes u are wearing

I will surely do that

shankies215:
wasted sperm....omo ale, if u knw aw e go take end, oya post wetin go happen make we see....pray u wee always work for another pesin to reap....e diot, Atulu, oloriburuku sumbody....Mtchew, lemme hiss again, MTCHEW

Did you type all these? Waoh! *suprised

Shebarh:
oga dee u try.. but must everybody be a terrorist in dis story

How many terrorists have you seen?

--continuation--
After the usual clearance and other formalities at the Muritala Muhammed airport, Ikeja. Mrs Kimberly Carter-Ashimolowo was cleared to exit the airport with her small handbag. And life they say is no bed of roses. As soon as she stepped out of the airport complex, the sun that greeted her almost made her blind.
"Oh my God!" She exclaimed a little be audibly to herself.
"Welcome to Nigeria." A young man dressed in a white T-shirt and a black trouser said with a smile. The man whose handsomeness could be likened to that of Mark, only that Mark was more heavily built than the handsome man beside her.
"I am Tony." The man said bringing her out of her trance.
"Kim.... Kimberly." She almost stuttered.
Her eyes travelled down to his chest where and ID card was hung to his neck and allowed to run down to his mid chest.
"I work with the FBI." He said when he realised that she was staring at the ID card.
"So nice." She replied.
The two of them walked towards the parking lot where the Tony guy claimed an official car was waiting for him, but on getting to the parking lot, there was no trace of any car marked 'FBI' around.
"I guess the rescheduled flight caused this." Tony sighed in exersperation.
"Please, where can I get something to eat?" Kimberly asked, her tone devoid of the American accent, even though she claimed she was born and brought up in America, an Ethiopian father and an American mother. But the death of her mother early on made her live the majority of her life with her father as there was this thick Ethiopian accent as she spoke. And together, they made their way into an eatery where Tony settled for rice and chicken and Kimberly settled for Chicken and chips.
"I think your husband should have been here, hours before your arrival. What sort of man allow his wife to arrive a country she doesn't know." Tony said between mouthful of rice.
"Blame it on his job. Am sure I will find my way around." Kimberly replied.
"Where does he work?" Tony asked.
As one of the security incentive she was made to understand back in America, if you are a relative of a security agent, do not show off in public.
"Please, you will accompany me to a phone shop as soon as we are done here." She changed the topic.
"No problems, I am at your service."
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Daniel walked out of his office, his briefcase in hand and his car keys jingling as he walked.
"Habibat." He called his beautiful secretary who just got transferred.
"Yes sir." Habibat replied with a smile. The kind of smile that could bring a world renowned terrorist on his knees. How much power the smile wields.
"Am going out. I'll be back after lunch hour." He said.
"Okay sir."
"Do I have any pressing issue to attend to between now and my return time?" He asked.
"Hmmmmmm, yes. There is a meeting at twelve with the representatives of WAICOL Asian conpany. The proposed buying off of AIXLE plastic company will hold at two. The representatives and major shareholders of the company are in the building already." Halima explained without taking her eyes off the computer screen from where she read them.
"Fine, you can handle the meeting with WAICOL or better still, postpone it. Get Jimmy of the accounts department to oversee the buying of AIXLE. Hold other appointments, handle the ones you think you can. I'll see you later."
"Have a nice day."
"Um! Yeah. Maybe we could do a lunch date some other time." He said.
"My fiancee." She replied.
He was slapped out of his reverie by a very strong invisible hand.
As soon as her boss stepped out of the hall, she returned to what she was watching before he came out. Pictures of Daniel Martin and his beautiful wife in a romantic state.
The intercom rang.
"Habibat here." She said on picking up.
"Have you seen your oga's pictures?" A female voice asked excitedly.
"Of course I have." Habibat replied.
"Magaret sent them to me too." Halima said.
"I see. We'll talk about it during lunch break." The two ladies giggled excitedly at the prospect of talking about their boss and his wife during lunch.

--to be continued--
How many of you remember Agent Tony? He was the earliest FBI agent who developed a bit of likeness for Christina. You remember their encounter at the first two terrorist attack at the start of the story?
Its good to have him back at this stage of the story.

nimat158:
am waiting for d mail ooooo.nimatmodupeola@gmail.com

Why not send me a mail? So I can have you on my inbox list

snowhyt:
Oh my! i'v missed alot...
walahi dat IBB guy will surely have HighBP for spoiling the fun of this thread...
The fun thing about this thread is not just reading the story; but the interaction of the readers and the comments made, now everything is going down the drain cus of one wisefool who thinks he can reap where he did not sow

Am telling you. The interaction was what I enjoyed the most.
The team Serena and other teams... Now, there won't be interations anymore, as they will just read the rest of the story at once.

--continuation--
A white Toyota Rav-4 came to a halt several miles away from the headquarters of the LOVATO ARMIES. General John-Paul alighted from the car and walked to remaining distance down to the gigantic building which stood inside the thick forest, along the Lagos-Ibadan expressway.
General John-Paul had earlier in the day pulled out of the peace keeping mission in Ukraine, after news officially reached him about him missing son. And immediately he arrived Nigeria, he had instructed that the police or any other security agency in Nigeria pull out of the case as he could handle his son's case himself.
One kilometer before the first gate, he was stoppped by a group of security men.
"Morning guys." John-Paul who disguised his identity by dressing up in a white T-shirt and a blue jean trouser and one of the telecommunication company's face cap.
"Wait right there." One of the uniformed soldiers barked.
Talk about breaking laws, John-Paul himself knew there is no escape for his sorry self if his involvement with Danny Lovato was made public. In the past years, he provided army uniform for Lovato's men as well as deploying about twenty soldiers to help with millitary logistics and approach on a part time shift basis. Even as it stands, he couldn't identify the men he deployed to work for Lavato.
"I am here to see Danny Lovato." He said calmly.
"From where?" Another of the uniformed men asked.
"Tell him General JP." He replied.
One of the men put a call through into the main building and a minute later, John-Paul was admitted into the gate, but that was after his phones and guns were seized.
"Now, move it." The men barked at him and calmly, John-Paul entered the compound which has both its sides filled with bushes.
"Your hands up." Another voice barked. This made him look back and he saw two men standing in the outpost, just above the gate with their snippers pointed at him. Slowly, he walked for the next five minutes, until he took a bend which brought him away from the view of the men, but ahead of him was another security post, and two outposts stood on either side of the gate.
"Welcome General John-Paul." A voice boomed through the loudspeaker.
John-Paul nodded his head in affirmative as the gate swung open and he stepped into the compound which was filled with cars, and several low coast houses, bungalows and flats. A young moftily dressed man came forward with a black jewellery case. Removing a silvery stud, he forcefully glued the stud to the metal head of his belt.
"Drop your wristwatch and anything electronic or digital on you." The young man ordered. It was no knew thing that wristwatches were built with so much complexity, such that, some could be used to unlock security doors.
After a series of security measures were taken, he was finally allowed to go. Now standing in front of the big black gate which adorned to front of the gigantic building which housed Danny Lovato, he was admitted into the heavily guarded compound without questions and subsequently allowed to enter the house.
"My General." Lovato hailed as he walked out of a door into the living room where John-Paul was seated.
"Good morning Danny." John-Paul replied.
"The morning is not as good as I anticipated. I was expecting you to come with a troop from the barrack." Lovato said sitting down on a couch opposite his guest.
"That explains the reason for so much security on duty." John-Paul said in a mocking tone.
Lovato shrugged. "What will you like to take. Soda water?"
Even though he knew Lovato wouldn't do anything to harm him, he still knew someone of Lovato's character could do an undo.
"Am okay." He replied.
"You are always okay." Lovato mocked. "Not like I really wanted to give you something to refresh."
"Where's my son?" John-Paul asked.
"He is currently undergoing the fifth stage. He will hit the ground running by wenesday." Danny Lovato replied.
"Don't you dare." John-Paul screamed. "My son must not be given that stupid injection of inducted into your army. Lovato, you are warned."
"Your son is already a Lovato army. A very brilliant boy. I love his ability to read numbers and break security." Danny Lovato replied.
John-Paul stood up and charged at his host. He violently jacked Danny Lovato up and held his throat like he wanted to squeeze life out of him.
The door into the living room and five armed men barge into the living room, their guns pointed at John-Paul.
Danny Lovato smiled, despite the force with which John-Paul squeezed his throat. "There is no problem boys. He is testing his strength against mine." He said to his men who retreated after making sure that everything was fine.
"The great GOC." Lovato laughed. "Come with me." And with this, Danny Lovato led the way out of the room, General John-Paul following like a zombie.

--to be continued--

oka4ugoo:
NICE JOB, UR LAST UPDATE GOT ME LAUGHING. BRAVO!!!

This is the only one time the obnoxious fellow commented on this story. March 22.