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| Literature › Re: Death On A Birthday by invincible4(op): 7:42pm On Nov 01, 2016 |
Hon olu got a call from lethal almost immediately after that heart wrenching discovery, asking for the remaining half of the promised 6milloin naira. The old man had ended the call after blasting Lethal for her incompetence. The agency was lenient enough to call back this time they warned him but he remained adamant. 30 minutes later a hot news was trending on the internet. It was tagged " he contacted assassins to kill his oponent." there were substantial pictorial evidence including a short video Both involving Hon Olu and some shadowy figures whom he never knew in person. Mike regained an interesting part of his memory. He was once a double agent: working both for Lethal and the department of state security (DSS). He didn't quite recall the circumstances surrounding his memory loss neither could he remember anything about lethal but he is ready to bring them down if he do. THE END |
| Literature › Re: Death On A Birthday by invincible4(op): 7:39pm On Nov 01, 2016 |
He may have memory lost but somehow his skills were alive and fresh and that includes his instincts. There was a crushing sound of gunshits across the room. Mike instinctively took cover behind a table while mouthing orders to his colleague concerning the gov. security. Vivian's mood brightened when she heard sounds indicating Frank was back online. There was no time to tell him about Michael, he told her about a slight change in the mission plans. The exchange of bullets lasted minutes with no one getting injured. Vivian concentrated on retreating while the agents concern was to get the governor to safety. Michael left the mobile police to get the mysterious lady while he joined his colleague in guarding pete and his wife to the car lot At the park lot. The governor and his wife had panic plastered over their faces as they rushed into an SUV. His wife went in first. He was about going in when a gunshot came from nowhere. "ahhhhhh the governor screamed painfully. Blood immediately began gushing out of his belly. "what the f.uck " Mikel spat. " move! move!! move!!!" Another guy, a member of the team yelled. Frank drove speedily out of the car lot. Bullets were rained on his car as he escaped. all useless! ****** Vivian's heartbeat increased, the adrenaline pumped faster as she ran the flights of stairs. She was closely followed by a number of armed men. She was by far outnumbered and out-armed. The best she could do is run! for how long? she ran to a stop on a varenda on the second floor. she looked downward as if searching for something. Now the thuds of the men behind her increased. She was in a trap!!!!!! "surrender" a husky voice commanded. she threw her hand in the air her gun dangling on her left index finger. She surrendered. It was not as if she had better choices anyway. "put down your weapon" said the same voice. All these happened in seconds and she didn't turn to face the cops. Vivian saw a cause to smile. she closed her eyes firmly, letting herself a free fall. seconds later she was sitting in a car with Frank. "you alright?" "that was one hell of a risk" she replied. Frank smiled stepping on the gas. ********* TWO DAYS LATER Hon Olundare was alone in his room watching tv. He fetched a handful of groundnut from a gold tray mulching it slowly. He was watching super sports at the same time reading the news flash scrolling below, to get himself abreasy with happenings around the nation. One particular news caught his attention, sending shivers down his spine as he read it : "Governor of Ondo state recovering fast after being shot at the Ooni's birthday two days ago. His doctor says he may be able to participate in the forthcoming elections." Thats not all... "party chairman in a press briefing earlier today says the party still has faith in gov pete." |
| Literature › Re: Death On A Birthday by invincible4(op): 7:37pm On Nov 01, 2016 |
two of his colleagues were on his 4 & 10 O'clock respectively while one was outside that way they kept tabs on the happenings around. mike just cracked a joke and the ladied were laughing. He tilted his head sideways whispering into the collar of his suit. "check on the Ooni's daughter. she just went out, towards the ladies " "roger that" a voice replied. mike had seen the waitress that served the ladies. He knew that face somewhere. he could swear he do. But how? where? and when were the endless questions that tormented him. Mike was suffering memory loss. he had been in this condition for six months. something told him the lady was more than a waitress. he could feel it. she was a part if his dreaded past. a life he lived but can't recall. Two minutes later. Its now time for the cutting of cake. The celebrant's family was called upon. Mike looked around searchingly. It wasn't long before he saw what he was looking for-----Adeola---he heaved a sigh False alarm. he thought admittedly. 'false alarm' he said into his collar. there was no reply. Vivian walked together with the Ooni's family to the stage where the towering cake was. The make up powder she used made her appear exactly as the real adeola. She also wore the same dress as the real girl. The ooni's family took several pictures with the cake in company of their friends and family. Of course the governor joined in two of the pics which gave vivian's opportunity to slip a tracking device on the gov. wrist. It was a magnetic track device. ********* Meanwhile a fist fight was going on in the ladies restroom. Frank was leading Adeola out of the toilet at gun point when suddenly he was intercepted by an NIA agent. A bloody struggle had ensued shortly afterwards leaving both men bleeding. The NIA agent tried to get up after a heavy kick on the knee. He guessed his knee was dislocated. Frank staggered to pick a gun from the floor. He pointed it at the agent. He shot twice . The agent docked the first bullet, he didn't have much luck with the other as it buried itself in his arm. Frank realized his gun was not silenced. He must have drawn attention. He cast a second glance at the other man. He was incapacitated he wouldn't be of any threat, neither would adeola be because he knocked her out moments ago during the duel when she tried escaping. It was way past the time for this phase of the mission. Vivian should be done by now. He meant to reach her but quickly recalled his line got disconnected in the cause of the duel. it was time for the final phase of the mission. ****** Vivian couldn't believe her eyes. She blinked them rapidly to be sure she wasn't daydreaming. You can't possibly be alive. she soliloquized. But the distance between them was too far for mike to hear. Nonetheless he was coming after her. she could swear she saw him speak into a communicating device . She felt pangs of guilt. she swallowed hard thinking of the best thing to do. She didn't try telling Frank because he got disconnected minutes ago. Vivian dipped a hand behind her waist she slowly withdrew a 9mm pistol. Her eyes still planted on him. She headed for the exit door and mike was taking that direction too. Mike saw a shiny metal in her hand. A gun! He took out his own gun instinctively. |
| Literature › Re: Death On A Birthday by invincible4(op): 7:33pm On Nov 01, 2016 |
Governor Pete knew from experience that it wasn't wise to move about in this electioneering period. However this wasn't an occasion he should miss. It was the 75th birthday of the Ooni of Ife. he was personally invited by the traditional ruler. Pete felt it was a good opportunity to harness votes from the people of Ife. He recalled vividly the poor votes pulled from this particular area in the election that brought him to power. He was so determined to win their hearts this time. Speaking of security, the governor felt save with the degree of security waxed around him. In no distant time g arrived M&T events center. A famed center for occasions and events in ile-ife. this was where the Ooni chose to celebrate. ********** "your entrance permit, please" a uniformed man repeated the same words he'd used on every car that entered the events center within the last 35minutes. the only diference was the use of 'ma' or a 'sir' when required . This time his request was directed to a young couple. The man at the driver's seat, supposedly the husband took out a green card from his br.east pocket flashing it at the other man who's nod was in the affirmative. Frank drove off to the car lot he stole a glance at his "wife", vivian. They both smiled. [b] There were lethal agents[\b] Vivian turned on the car light. she clicked a button on the facet below the dashboard. she took out what she needed and closed it back by pressing the same button she pressed earlier. She'd picked a pair of earring which doubled as communication chips, a ring serving same purpose and a tracking device. Frank watched her exit the car lot before stepping out Vivian was dressed in a blood red gown whose length was a little below her knees, on the top the gown was sleeved and round-necked, completely encasing her cleavage. This was exactly the dress code for the waitresses at M&T. She headed for the kitchen. It was two pavements to the east of the hall where the event was being held. she could her sounds of meriment as she walked down the pavement . The kitchen door opened slightly. Vivian walked in. slowly. the movements of her eyes were faster than her legs. In few seconds she had gotten a full view of the kitchen . The chefs and kitchen attendants barely noticed her presence until when she made clanging sounds while removing a tray from its stock. a few attentions were diverted to her. she smiled wyry, luring them away. "more cocktails are needed" she said to the man she thought was the bartender. " those trays aren't meant for cocktails" replaid the man. ************ The celebration was going smoothly. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Vivian noticed it was the "moment of brief entertainment" so they called it. If the order of program was anything to go by, then cutting of cake was next on the list. She went about the hall with the demeanour of a waitress holding a tray of cocktails. " care for some cocktails, ma'am?" she asked the Ooni's daughter and her friends. " is it flavoured?" one of the girls asked. "yes ma'am. vanilla flavoured." "i'd prefer apple but....." the lady speaking paused to take a glass off the tray. Her friends followed suit including the Ooni's daughter. Vivian was careful enough to guide the Ooni's daughter in taking the one she wanted her to. Vivian glanced her watch after she left them. The time was 06:57:03 she was late 3 seconds late. It wasn't allowed. she spoke into her ring "done" and then exited the hall What vivian didn't know was that she was being watched. Five minutes after she tasted the cocktail, she felt a familiar churn in her abdomen. she knew holding it meant embarassing herself because the nauseating feeling was unbearable. Adeola, the ooni's daughter excused herself without letting her friends know what was happening to her. Her drink was tipped with an emetic, a drug that causes its victims to vomit. ******* Mike was one of the of the four special agents from DSS assigned to protect the governor. He sat in the southern half of the hall, two ladies whom he met today were with him on the table. He was having fun with them while doing his surveillance work. It was a blend he enjoy so well |
| Literature › Death On A Birthday by invincible4(op): 7:30pm On Nov 01, 2016 |
[b] a short fiction [\b] The time was 4:15pm. The sun was still up, not directly overhead. It was fast returning to its abode, a sign which anyone could easily interprete as a time to bring to a halt the activities of the day. This however, wasn't the case at the governor's villa. The fleet of SUVs, power bikes and some siren carrying vehicles arranged in order of hierarchy was a testament to this fact. It was obvious the governor was going out. Vehicular noise took over the air as the first batch of escort drove out. Governor Pete elliott, a dark complexioned man started towards the waiting vehicles he was dressed in a green flowing ‘agbada’ a local attire which did little to reveal his bulging belly. Governor pete Elliott in company of his wife stepped into the SUV meant for them. the vehicles began slow movement out of the villa. **** 80miles east of the villa. A man let down a telescope from his view point. He was on the highest floor in a hotel room. his window was directly opposite the governor’s villa. That was exactly why he chose this particular room. He’d watched the governor leave. he glanced his wrist watch then picked a phone from the desk. He dailed a four digit number “5:16pm. the governor just left” there was no response as usual. He hung up. He had done his job. In the moment that followed his phone buzzed. It was a bank alert huge sum of money was transferred to his account. He just did a job for someone he met on the internet. He shouldn't be doing this but he needed the money. He was ex-military and hadn't got a job after being booted out. ****** The state was on what you would rather literarily call a heat period. Its a week to the governorship election. campaigns were at their peak especially amongst the largest opposition parties. Awkward enough is the fact that candidates from these opposing parties have tasted the seat of power. One was the incumbent governor, pete Elliott who was vying for second term. His strongest opposition was Hon Olundare, an ex-governor, former senator and a current aspirant. more recently there had been speculations of secret killings and clashes between supporters of these candidates. In all of these, LETHAL a shadowy group of assassins remained neutral. They were strictly on business and set to kill for whoever met their conditions. If the contract is good, they swing to action and then you consider the job done. That was how good they were. Recently a top government official from the opposition party hired them for a job: [b] to eliminate gov Pete Elliott [\b] |
| Literature › Re: The Double Agent by invincible4(op): 10:37am On Jun 13, 2016 |
Sorry for the late update. I've been busy. Would try updating soon |
| Literature › Re: The Double Agent by invincible4(op): 12:30pm On Jun 02, 2016 |
[b]Both men walked out of
the bushy old train
terminal.
Sly bought a black
hankerchief from a street
hawker. He tied it over his
face, covering his nose
down to his lower jaw.
They saw the convoy of
three cars from afar. It was
taking an opposite route.
‘if we get to that bridge in
time, you’ll catch up’ sly
said.
The other man nodded.
They hastened to the
bridge. Climbing its rusted
rails they got to the top.
‘we would wait some
seconds. Then jump on the
middle car when it come in
view’ sly explained.
‘are you crazy? We’re
about 50 feet above the
ground!’ the man said
fearfully.
‘thats why you must be
accurate’
‘no amount of accuracy can
get me on a car 50 feet
below’
the first car in line came
into view.
‘jump on it or die trying’ sly
said, and without warning
held the man by the collar.
They jumped off the
bridge. The boko haram
agent kept screaming
through the unparachuted
flight.
5seconds later they landed
on the rough of a white
van.
‘i fear you’ the man
breathed.
His phone rang. He spoke
briefly and hung up.
‘the ambush is set’ he said.
He applied a semi-solid
solution on a lock behind
the van. It iron bars cut
instantly. Sly drew the
door open. They hopped in
but failed to lock it.
NATA agents driving
behind saw them. A
message was sent to the
first car.
Two boko haram cars laid
ambush few meters away.
There was a gunshot in the
van. The boko haram
agent had shot the NATA
agent guarding Evelyne.
‘NATA shouldn’t be at the
recieving end. You
ba.stard! Boko haram must
pay’ sly thought. He
punched the man angrily
on his neck he fell
unconscious.
Two men of opposite sides
down. Sly was left with
evelyne. He squated
beside her, using his hand
to shade off the hair
strands on her face.
‘hey’ he said smiling.
‘what are you doing here?’
‘i’m here to save you’ he
replied.
‘this is crazy. I’m not worth
it. Back off while you can!’
she cautioned.
‘i won’t. I can’t. I love you’
just then they heard
sounds of gun battle
outside. Some bullets
striking the van.
‘go now. Leave me alone’
she screamed.
He held her face in his
hands.
‘Evelyne, do you love me?’
[/b] |
| Literature › Re: The Double Agent by invincible4(op): 12:21pm On Jun 02, 2016 |
[b]EPISODE 6
saturday, 23rd
NATA building
Sly drove into NATA five
minutes ago. Weekends
were like a normal
working day for agents. Sly
had grown accostumed to
the unique nature of being
of his job. Overe the years,
he’d learnt to love it!.
He barely settled in his
office when a message
came in through a
scrambler. The message
was from the director’s
office. He was asked to see
director Matt with
immediate effect.
Sly delayed. He spent five
minutes keeping his desk
in order. He on the
dispenser letting down a
mug full of sugar free
extensively milked coffee.
He emptied the mug in
three gulps. Added some
more then closed the tap.
In three minutes he was
done taking the morning
coffee–he never miss it.
Sly walked his way to the
director’s office. Pausing
briefly occassionally to
answer greeting from
those that cared to hail.
‘good morning, director’
Sly greeted.
Matt murmured a reply
then went straight to the
point.
‘where were you,
yesterday. 6pm precisely’
‘with all due respect sir,
when did NATA start
meddling in her agents’
free time?’
‘answer the d--n question!’
Matt said angrily. Sly
wasn’t moved by the
sudden outburst. Not a dim
less than what he
expected.
‘tell me why are you doing
this? You do realise the
heavy consequence of
conspiring with an enemy
don’t you?’
sly was silent.
‘i trusted you! We all
trusted each other, NATA is
like a big family bonded by
a power stronger than
blood should any bond be
broken, the whole family is
endangered. You know all
this!’ the director paused.
He swallowed hard. The
expression on his face,
undecipherable.
‘you leave me with no
option’ said the director
quite aware of the fact
that he was doing all the
talking.
He dailed the intercom.
Spoke into it briefly. The
message was very well
comprehended.
In split seconds the door
opened noisily violently.
Six NATA soldiers marched
in. The leading figure had a
silver handcuff on his belt.
Sly stood immobile. He
breath out slowly.
The men were closing in,
more rapidly. They were
actin on the director’s
orders. Sly was to be taken
to detention.
‘please, agent sly’ the man
holding handcuffs said
politely. He stood few feets
away, close enough to cuff
the agent.
Agent sly stepped a feet
closer. Stretched both
hands, inches away from
the cuffs. The soldier also
stepped foward. His
companions behind him.
He obviously felt bad about
the situation but orders
are orders! He placed the
first arc on Sly’s right hand.
About locking it.
‘sorry’ to the surprise of
everyone. That word came
from Sly.
The next second explained
sly’s word.
He launched a calculated
kick on the guard’s knee.
The guard staggered back
for a moment. Sly shoke
the cuff away.
He grabbed the head of
another soldier. Forcing it
down he rain multiple kicks
in the soldier’s abdomen. A
heavy punch on the face
sent the soldier crushing
into his partner.
By now the soldiers had
made a ring round sly.
New orders had been
given. There would be no
win for sly. He spun 45-
degrees. He picked a pin
from the director’s desk.
Slipped it under his belt.
He felt hands over him. He
had been captured! He
was forcefully cuffed and
taken away.
They ran into agent Vivian
on their way to the
detention room.
‘sly?’ she said with so much
compassion.
Sly looked away as though
he’d seen a ghost.
The soldiers locked his in
the detention room.
An hour later. sly glanced
his wrist watch. It was
minutes past three. From
his calculation Evylene
should be on her way to
the interrogation unit in
company of NATA guards.
He have to intercept the
envoy, its the only way to
free her! He guess boko
haram agents are waiting
for him.
He must leave here!!!
Sly struggled to remove
the pin from his belt. He
used it to unlock the cuff.
Seconds later his hands
were free.
He pushed the door gently.
It was locked.
He stepped back a little. He
kicked the metal door real
hard. The door made noisy
sound. It didn’t open.
He listened. He heard
clicks. The door was being
opened. He leaned on the
wall to catch his breath.
The door opened. A guard
stepped in. Sly hopped on
him. The guard fell. Sly
stole the guard’s Ak-47. He
hit him with its butt.
‘code red. I repeat code
red. Over’ the other guard
said into a walkie talkie.
‘shi.t’ sly cursed.
He fired the guard down.
In no time the place would
flood with emergency
guards.
Sly ran in shadows.
Evading cameras as much
as possible.
He took the emergency
exit which was shorter.
Not withstanding he
encountered obstacles!
He broke the arms of five
guards. Shot four. Threw
knives at three. Sustained
a bullet injury. Finally he
was out. He shoke of the
guards following him. He
knew exactly where he
was headed. He arrived
there in 15minutes.
A boko haram agent joined
him from the bush nearby.
‘you’re late!’ sly said.
The red neck checked his
watch.
‘by 56seconds’
‘it matters. Now lets move.
I saw the convoy minutes
ago.’ [/b] |
| Literature › Re: All For You by invincible4(op): 12:00pm On Jun 02, 2016 |
[b][color =red]EPISODE 31[/color] The opening ceremony was superb! Guests from all walks of life; politicians, prominent business and a host of many others were present to grace the occassion. So far, it had been bublee. Three entertainers; two musicians, a comedian had performed excellently on stage. The trails of their entertainment still evident on the smiling faces. Gabriel had smiled a little. He didn't laugh like a fool. Inaudible voices emanating from the audience died down shortly after the event hosts came back on stage. 'alright. Ladies and gentlemen its time for the major event of the day!!!' the male host said, smiling gleefully. His masculine voice well pitched by his head-worn mic. 'precisely. Ladies and gentlemen put your hands together as the CEO of 'amazing wines' steps forward to unveil the latest brand' said the hostess. 'Mr. Jude dominic!' the host completed. 'i can't wait to have a taste of another amazing wine' 'i just can't get enough of the judean wines' the host replied in a relatively low tone. They vacated the stage for Jude. Soft music blended with endless applauses filled the air as the young CEO stepped on stage. The stage lights swaped; Blue rays ejected from its source, directing its rays to the west. In the same vain green rays shot from the west to the east. Making the hall darker than it was five minutes ago. Gabriel rose from his seat. Its time he took advantage of the gloomy stage lights before Jude end his speech and the lights are revamped to ideal brightness. He felt the weight of his gun. Assured that its in place, he advanced towards a lady clad in blue dinner gown. His heart beat tripled. Balls of sweat formed on his forehead. For the past hour, he hadn't got closd to Jude. This was his chance! Jude's was wing was occupied to the brim, by a selected few. He'd kept tabs on a particular lady in the wing. He'd figured she's a lone lady who love to rub shoulder's with the 'big boys' . She would be his pathway to the wing. Five minutes ago he'd watch her walk out of the hall. Maybe to a restroom, to recieve or make a call or anything. He don't care to know. She was returning to the wing. He doubled his pace. Brushed two tables and ran into three toddlers in his hot stealthy pursuit. Finally he caught up with her. He purposely ran a shoulder into her. The diversion was needed for him to remove his gun carefully, rapidly. 'watch it. Psycho!' the lady blurted. 'sorry miss. I'm lost. Think you can help me out?' Gabriel said politely. Unfortunately the lady was still mad. 'is that an appology? Manner-less terk' she replied. She began walking away. He let her move three stepsthen graabed her arm. She tried freeing herself but his grip was tight. He stepped two pace closer. Half covered her from possible watchers. 'let me go!' her voice this time was louder. Gabriel looked around rapidly. She'd drew some attention. He could see a male figure, perhaps a guard walking towards them. He pushed the gun barrel into her stomach. He stood in position such that the gun wouldn't be obvious tmwn anyone. The lady gasped. He let go her arm. Gun pointed to her. He placed a finger on his lip, signalling silence. 'from now i'm in control. You do as i say' he whispered. The lady breath in for a duration longer than normal. Obviously shaken by unmeasurable fear. 'if i don't?' she managed to ask. 'i'll shoot. The gun's silenced, it would sound like a deep romantic cough. Your dress would be drenched by your own blood. I'll drag you out like a drunk girlfriend who spilled red wine on her dress. Only you would know what happened but you can't speak. You would die slowly, painfully' Gabriel intimidated. He'd recited those lines perfectly. They weren't his, they were Michael's--he'd read it from Michael's diary sometime ago. He looked over his head. Some attentions have been diverted albeit the supposed guard was closing in. 'i'll scream!' she whispered back. For a moment Gabriel thought his words made no effect on her. On the contrary, he saw a short lived fear in her eyes. She is only proving stubborn. 'it would be useless because i'll scream louder. We would be thrown outside' Gabriel replied. The man got tn them. He was truly a guard as defined by his uniform and night stick. 'pretend you're my girlfriend' Gabriel whispered in her ears. 'whats going on here?' the guard asked. The lady looked at Gabriel then returned her gaze to the guard[/b] |
| Literature › Re: The Double Agent by invincible4(op): 11:18am On May 19, 2016 |
Sly recalled the last night he spent with evelyn. It was a link past 4:30AM they were on the bed. He laid with his head resting on her laps, she wasn't asleep. She sat up, leaning her back on the soft bed post. She'd carrersed his short hair gently as if stroking each strand. "you're the best thing that ever happened to me. Every moment with you swamps my fears, anxieties, insecurities, my convictions. I wish we could remain like this forever; in each others arms. That is only a mirage. Tears can't change it, neither can what we feel. I've gotten all i wanted, but you stole something bigger. You stole my heart. You may wake today and never find me, maybe tomorrow or next. I'll always love you, darling. " she whispered as if she'd memorised a long script. More importantly, she thought he was sleeping. He wasn't. He heard all of it. At first it made no sense to him. He now understood everything. *** "boss we have a video message from Sly, the NATA agent. He request to speak with you" "get me connected" cane replied. "yes sir" the boko haramian soldier walked out. Few seconds later, a projector light shone brightly, across Cane's room. Its rays concentrated on a section of the wall. Sly's face appeared clearly on the formed image. Cane sipped his gold wine. "i impressed with your intelligence" "i have a barter, its pertaining Evelyn" said sly. "why should i trust you?" "i want her free as much as you do" "hmmm. What are your terms?" Cane asked. "it can't be discussed online. Tell me where to meet you" Cane was silent. He obviously is thinking out something. Sly thought. "area 8, Garki. The vast pitch behind starlin bank. Be there in 30mins" "understood" sly replied. The images went blank. The projector was as well disconnected. "can we trust him?" Robin, cane's second-in-command asked. "he has feelings for her. Right now, he's crazy and paranormal. Its to our advantage. We'd kill him after Evelyn is safe" cane replied. *** Sly was getting impatient. He'd stood in the football pitch for ten minutes. He hadn't seen any one. Nothing. Except a UAV jet that hovered above his head two minutes ago. The pitch was grassy, its shrubs way too low to prevent players from mechanical injuries. There was no seat, he wasn't tired of standing either. His ear vibrated. He inserted a finger in it. "there are here" Nick relayed from his hiding spot. Sly looked left then right. Front and back. Nothing! "daft! Above you" Nick said via the ear wig. Two helicopters hovered to a stop. They both rolled. Rolled again. Stop. The air swept by their bladeds tossed the unbuttoned parts of his shirt in the air. Men clad in black business suites hopped from one helicopter. Each holding an UZI. In no time, he was surrounded by the armed men in suit. Two men stepped from the second helicopter. Both clad in mafia robes. Cane wore a grey robe, black hand gloves while the other man was in black gloves. Cane looked more terrifying in reality. His white beards, long and neatly carved. His nose was fairly straight. His eyes....masked in dark hawkers shade. He inhaled the substance between his fingers then let out cloudy streams of smoke. The smoke vanished before he spoke. "get in. Lets talk" he pointed to the helicopter he'd hopped from. 'don't! My sniper can't penetrate a helicopter; i won't be able to watch you' Nick cautioned. Sly kept mute. The men in suit cocked their guns. All pointed to sly. He heaved a sigh. 'ok' he replied. *** NATA building "director, the chip from Boko haram is in use" the computer operative said. "same location?" the director asked. "no sir. Some 3,000 feet above the ground. In a plane perhaps. Agent sly's radar is apparently in same spot with the chip" the director's eyes widened. "are you sure about this?" "yes sir. Here is it" he pointed to the computer screen. Grids of map displayed on the screen. Two red indications blinked on it. One was bigger. |
| Literature › Re: The Double Agent by invincible4(op): 10:10am On May 19, 2016 |
EPISODE 4 Friday, 22nd sept. 2PM Sly hopped from the car. He headed for a large dublet, painted dark blue with a glitter of white. Flowers were planted in the premises. The flowers were fresh roses, two cars neatly parked in the lot. Apparently, the owner is at home. He knocked the door with clenched knuckles. Once. Twice. Thrice. No response. Sly turned the door knob. A squeaky sound evolved. It didn't open. He pushed it clock-wise. Same response. It was locked from inside. Sly searched through the inner pockets of his mont blanc wallet. He removed a key card then inserted it in a metal slot, the door's. 15 seconds past. Nothing happened. He thought as much. Its been six months since he last used the card. The house owner must have changed his lock mechanism. He turned to leave. Two steps away from the door. A tock sound made him stop. He half turned his head. The sound came from the door, the thin rectangular red indicator had turned green. Access granted. Sly smiled. He withdrew his card then pushed the door gently. It opened without restrain. The room was fairly large. Nothing had changed. Same round ox blood couches, same marble floor, same paintings except....the television. The panasonic brand had been replaced with a 42-inch plasma. The tv was on, Nick is home....but where is he? 'hello!' sly screamed. No response. 'anybody home? Nick?' silence. He wondered why. He started for the adjoining room which he recalled lead to an inner corridor. He stepped on the door, about getting in. A voice interrupted. 'stop right there' said the voice. The unexpected happened. Sly heard the cock of a gun. From its sound he guess it was a double action semi authomatic. No time to think. Only to act. Instinct. Follow your instincts sly obeyed his instincts. He was backing the supposed attacker. He felt the weight of his gun, a short barrel russian pistol. His weapon would be useful only if the attacker is not a marksman. Sly mentally guaged the room, marking goods spots to roll and take cover, if the need arise. It would, any moment. "hands over your head. Turn counter clock wise. Disobey, i shoot. Perfect range i won't miss the shot" said the attacker. Sly did as instructed, not as an intimidated man, he had plans of his own. What happened next was dramatic. Sly couldn't believe it! His supposed attacker was nick, the man he came for. "sly?" Nick said, his voice less horrendous. He lowered his gun slowly. "common buddy. Thats too much for a welcome" sly teased. "saftey measures" nick defended. "thats a little overboard" "for a man who nearly got killed two days ago by masked gun men, nothing is overboard." "what a shame" "yeah. Right? " both men sat on different couches. Nick continued, "so what brings you here?" "came to see an old friend" "the sly i know don't play purpose void visits." interrupted Nick. "i need you to link up the source of a video message" sly struck the nail on the head. "where do you work......Don't tell me.....NATA. There are capable hands there" "NATA is also working on it. There are barely any clues to the source system" sly replied. "what makes you think i can do it?" "you're an experienced code breaker, former NIS fine agent. I still find it difficult to believe you resigned" "somethings are better left unexplained. Let me have the video" Nick connected his laptop to sly's phone with a USB cable. Silence ruled for 15minutes save for clicks emanating from keypads. "the video message was sent to your archive by professionals. They left no traces. Ports, IP addresses, everything's hidden" Nick said frustratedly. "there's no other way round?" Nick shoke his head in the negative. "suck it. Seven goddammed years in National intelligence service is not for nothing! Where are your experiences? expertise? Skills?" "fine. I'll try tracking the file's easter eggs. I'm not assuring its effectiveness. don't keep your hopes high. Silence regained her regime for the next 45minutes. Nick spent the period in breaking complex codes, re-arranging algorithms and maneauvering gateways. Finally he was done. "half the puzzle is solved. I didn't track their location but i could link you up for a video chat. If they accept." "i always knew i could count on you" sly said excitedly. "is this worth it? Betraying your country for a woman?" nick asked slowly. "don't get it twisted. I'm not a fool who doesn't know what he's doing" "you love her. Agreed. What if she doesn't feel the same way? This is crazy. Son of God. I wish i can stop you" |
| Literature › Re: The Double Agent by invincible4(op): 6:32am On May 16, 2016 |
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