Onemansquad:

so u dy hia nd u no fit call me
*u handover dat to me peppersoup and orijin as ur punishment

Oms how far

Dioxidane:
Hi folks! Hope y'all had a lovely weekend. I guess I owe y'all apologies for not dropping updates as usual. It was due to the fact that I've been indisposed, among other personal ishs. I'll resume updating tomorrow.
Thanks for your understanding...

Dioxidane

i hope u did ur mnthly rprts well no rush cm to satisfy us o... weldne sir we missed u

Longest time sister, kindly inbox me your mobile number

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Dioxidane e never reach tomorrow? Abeg come and update jare dis suspense is killing me

missstella:
Dioxidane e never reach tomorrow? Abeg come and update jare dis suspense is killing me

me sef

Chapter Six

'Where am I?', Damien asked as he opened his eyes and saw Funmi sitting opposite where he laid down, staring at him.

He looked around and realized they were in a kind of room. The four walls, the floor, and the ceiling were made from new plywoods, and smelled strongly of fresh wood. There were no windows, and the only source of illumination was a torch light that was hung unobtrusively on the wall. Some loafs of bread and bottles of water were placed there for their 'enjoyment' and at the end of room was a bucket with a lid.

Damien tried to get up, but he felt a twinge in his head. He got up gently and sat upright for some minutes before pieces of information began coming back to him about the fight he had with Draco, how he killed him, how he sought for an escape route and how he was finally recaptured. Everything finally fell in place for him. They were obviously still kidnapped. And he was not dead, yet.

Some details eluded him, like how much time had passed and where exactly they were, and he knew he had to get answers one way or the other. He tried carrying out feasibility studies of his new environment. He stood up and tapped the wall but there was a dull sound, like there was a cavity behind. He tried the four corners of the room and they sounded the same. The room was built in a bigger room, and it was well built. He felt some vibrations underneath the floor like the room was in motion or there were activities taking place beneath.

He looked towards Funmi and she was looking so forlorn. The ordeal was indeed taking it's toll on her. 'How are you holding up?', he asked her. 'Just there', she replied weakly. 'You have any idea where we are?', he asked her again. She looked towards him and he realized her eyes were filled with dried up tears and her lips were bruised. 'We are in a lorry', she said in a weak voice. 'A lorry?', he asked with a quizzical expression on his face. She nodded.

Damien looked around him and he finally understood the setup. He braced himself and tried ramming the wall with his weight, but it was sturdy and it held. The cavity in between the wooden wall and the wall of the lorry absorbed the sound. It was a no-brainer.

'So what exactly happened after I passed out?', Damien asked looking down at her.

"Things happened so fast. About 10minutes after you left, I expected you back but it was the Leader and the other guy who came in. They found the one you killed lying on the floor and all hell was let loose. They began looking for you all over the place. They hit me and told me to tell them were you went. I told them I didn't know and they hit me some more. They dragged me out and threatened to kill me if I didn't tell them before they heard you coming. That was when they caught you..."

"I'm so sorry about that..."

"Why didn't you leave? You could have gotten help..."

"I was on my way back to get you... I couldn't leave you behind..."

"You shouldn't have done that..."

'I guess I was dumb to have come back for you', Damien said to himself. Various scenarios played out in his head about how he could have escaped and gone for help to rescue Funmi, or how he could have been killed when they eventually caught him. He thought about his mum and his siblings who didn't know where he was or what he was going through. 'She must be worried sick', he thought to himself.

Damien limped back to where he was, laid on the ground and was staring at the wooden ceiling while listening to the rumbling of the tires of the lorry beneath. And for the first time in more than 24hours since they were abducted, he was really afraid.

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ThaRuthlxx7:


Oms how far

yes boss *i remain loyal*

more

''And for the first time in more than 24hours since they were abducted, he was really afraid.'' Nice line

its been like how many days? this had better not be it bro!
dioxidane!!

Dioxidane tell me u r joking cuz I dnt wnt believe that for how many days dt u starved us dis is wat u r giving us abeg come and update

missstella:
Dioxidane tell me u r joking cuz I dnt wnt believe that for how many days dt u starved us dis is wat u r giving us abeg come and update

Geoxpress:
its been like how many days? this had better not be it bro!

dioxidane!!

For the first time in more than 24hours since they were abducted, he was really afraid and then he died!!

Make una no vex abeg... Would update tomorrow, I have other pending stuffs to take care of...

Nice story

guntranno:
Short update again!!!

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U enjoying the show abi?

Onemansquad:
yes boss *i remain loyal*

that group still dy

Spidermon:
Nice story OP but one or two f**king scenes suppose don enter by now na
....U made some errors about the Glock pistol. All Glocks are Semi automatics which averages around 50 rounds per minute. Anything giving off up to 1200 rounds per minute is a machine gun and Glock doesn't make rifles.

oga ah fear u o

This the only story I've shown interest in cus of how logical it is.
But u just killed my vibe!!!!
Dioxidane u fuccked up!

Contd.

'What exactly are these guys up to?!', Col. Coker asked angrily as he sat on the chair in Mr Daniel's office. 'Have we been able to identify any of the perpetrators?' 'No sir', Mr Daniel replied. 'And where exactly are we on in the investigation?', Col. Coker asked again.

'We traced the call of the kidnappers', Mr Daniel said, 'after which we invaded their hideout, but they had already closed shop before we got there'.

'Any whereabouts about their present location?', Col. Coker asked.

'Not exactly, but the forensic analysts were able to decipher that a cargo trailer was among the vehicles that left the farm. It might be one of their operational vehicles, so I think that narrows it down for us', Mr Daniel replied.

"So what are you doing about it?"

"I called the IG of police and gave him some details of the operation and requested that he instructed his boys to carry out a thorough search of all trailers moving through the states."

"That's good... But have anyone claimed responsibility for the blast?
"

"There was no need for them to do that sir, because they already said they would do that till their request was met..."

"And what request is that? To speak with the President?"

"Yes sir..."

"But that's ludicrous! What could they possibly hope to achieve?!"

"I have no idea sir..."

"And what could my niece possibly have to do with their request?"

"I don't know that either sir..."

Col. Coker was about asking another question when Mr Daniel's secretary came into the office and quickly said, 'They need you in the situation room urgently sir, they've called again'. They all crowded out of the office and quickly went to the situation room.


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Over 450kilometers away, a cargo trailer was cruising steady on a newly tarred road. The driver and two other men sat at the front. Suddenly one of them saw a police roadblock far ahead. The driver seemed to fret, but one of the men scolded him and told him to act normally.

They got to the roadblock and they stopped behind the vehicles before them. They noticed that the vehicles were being thoroughly searched and even the trailers ahead of them were properly searched which was very unusual.

Sweat was already dripping down the driver's face. He was getting worried and scared. 'Keep calm and act normal!', the man screamed at him. The driver nodded his head and wiped off his face with the sleeves of his shirt.

After crawling through traffic, they finally got to the check point. They saw stern looking police officers armed to the teeth, and they were directed to park at the side of the road.

'What do you have there?!', one of the policemen screamed up at them. 'Ha officer, it's just foodstuff. Take this and use for drinks', one of the men said while stretching his hand down towards the officer, offering him some notes of cash.

'Shut up and come down here!', the officer screamed back at him while pointing a gun at him. 'Officer, it hasn't gotten to that na', he said to the officer as he added more money and stretched it to the officer.

'I said shut up and come down here!!', the officer screamed up at him again. The attention of other policemen were drawn to the screaming officer and the occupants of the uncooperative vehicle. Some of them quickly gathered around the trailer. The man didn't have a choice than to come down from the vehicle.

'Go and open the back!', the man screamed again at him. He just looked at the officer pleadingly and said, 'Officer, abeg let's resolve this quietly'. 'Shut up and open the back!', the officer barked at him. Two officers came around. The man dipped his hand into his pocket and the three officers quickly leveled their guns against him. He noticed the guns pointed at him and slowly brought out a key.

He went to the back of the trailer and reluctantly unlocked it. One of the police officers threw open the two doors and looked inside. He saw some hungry looking eyes staring at him and he screamed, 'Holy shiiit!!!'....

Geoxpress:
This the only story I've shown interest in cus of how logical it is.

But u just killed my vibe!!!!

Dioxidane u fuccked up!

How?

Dioxidane:

How?

Yu wey neva give us morning piece, afternoon piece nd evening piece.

U better provided all of em now..... Or........

Spidermon:
Nice story OP but one or two f**king scenes suppose don enter by now na
....U made some errors about the Glock pistol. All Glocks are Semi automatics which averages around 50 rounds per minute. Anything giving off up to 1200 rounds per minute is a machine gun and Glock doesn't make rifles.

Bro, sorry this is coming late... I'm really NOT an expert in Glocks or guns in particular, but I have a friend who is a soldier and he's my kinda consultant all things weapons. I was made to understand that Glock 18 comes with semi-automatic and fully automatic 'mode'. So my description earlier was actually correct. Maybe this article would help...
www.militaryfactory.com/smallarms/detail.asp?smallarms_id=495

I still stand to be corrected though ...

Hehehe nice one. Woulda been better if it had small action

Geoxpress:

Yu wey neva give us morning piece, afternoon piece nd evening piece.


U better provided all of em now..... Or........

LolzzZ... Bros, you funny... Thanks for following sha, but like I mentioned sometime ago, I only get to type at night when I get back home. If I was free to do it all day and with the proper motivation, I would gladly do it. Please bear with me...

Dioxidane:


Bro, sorry this is coming late... I'm really NOT an expert in Glocks or guns in particular, but I have a friend who is a soldier and he's my kinda consultant all things weapons. I was made to understand that Glock 18 comes with semi-automatic and fully automatic 'mode'. So my description earlier was actually correct. Maybe this article would help...
www.militaryfactory.com/smallarms/detail.asp?smallarms_id=495

I still stand to be corrected though ...

Yes. U are actually correct about the Glock 18. Oya address the other part of my post. Upload mojo inside the story.

Spidermon:


Yes. U are actually correct about the Glock 18. Oya address the other part of my post. Upload mojo inside the story.

No wahala, e go soon reach...

ThaRuthlxx7:


that group still dy

yex oo baba *wetn dy hapen na*

suspense filled.keep it up