HisGrace0000001:

OK.
Thanks for the enlightenment.

souloho19:
Dedication
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Both kidnapper A and kidnapper B were now rolling on the floor, groaning. Ada lay still, crippled by indecision. There had been at least four men the night before, but ever since she had regained consciousness she had only seen these two. They had been the ones to carry her to the bed when 3f had ordered it, that had been the moment she knew they were going to kill her.

She hadn't really heard any other voice or had she? The house was silent, that is apart from the low groans emitting from the dying men on the floor. To think the pills were that deadly, to cripple two grown men who were quadruple her size. And the cold hearted bitch had fed it to her like baby food. Ada wondered if the cold hearted bitch was still in the apartment. Surely she would have heard the death cries of her minions. She would have come running to the room to see what was happening or at most she would have yelled as usual.

But nothing, Ada opened her eyes and rolled over to the edge of the bed, watching the half open door intently for any sign of movements. She looked at both men, they were definitely dead or quarter to the grave anyway. She thought they were dead but they still gave the occasional twitch.

A suitable weapon was the next thing on her mind and there it lay, where it had rolled, under the table when the leg of kidnapper B had knocked the empty bottle over. She grabbed it and didn't have any idea what to do with it. All her experiences with bottles had always been about tipping the contents into her mouth but now she was going to smack the anorexic bitch on the head with it if she had to. If she wanted to survive. And she wanted to survive, oh she wanted to survive badly for Bridge-the only guy she had ever really loved. Rex had been a brief infatuation, not love. The last trace of the teenager in her, swooning over a liar who she thought owned a fictional magazine and was the key to the actualization of her fashion career dreams.

But at 21 she was way more mature and above his bullshit.
And then she met Bridge.....

The first drop didn't threaten before rolling down her cheek. She grabbed the bottle from under the bare table, adjusting her gown as she straightened. She had to be strong, she had to keep her head straight. For Bridge. She owed it to him.
She didn't cry this time, thinking of his name, but she took a deep breath and began to move slowly to the open door.

Left leg, right leg, left leg, right leg, she followed the order, putting one foot before the other. The floor was cold and she was barefoot which meant she didn't make any shuffling noise but she moved painstakingly slow, it was silent, which was good but the floor was really cold.

The bottle held and pointed in front of her like a gun as she moved round the body of kidnapper A. Her hand was steady, not shaking like earlier. It felt like she was living a movie. Or that she was in a cinema (with Bridge) front row seats, munching on popcorn and watching herself in HD as she crept toward the door.
Suddenly a hand gripped her leg and she screamed, with her heart almost flying out her mouth in shocked fear. This was like a zombie scene, and it wasn't a movie, it was reality.

Kidnapper B was all but dead but still trying to drag himself up and he had managed to stretch his hand round her ankle. He was the same pervert who had been touching her earlier. The bastard was determined to die touching her legs.

By some kind of miracle, the bottle hadn't fallen to the floor when she jerked and screamed and as the dying kidnapper tried to grab her leg again, groaning and crawling on his belly, she brought the bottle down on his head, with a force she normally would be incapable of creating but which was in accordance with the high rate of her pulse at the moment.

Smaaaaaaaash!

The head which had been partially raised and drooling disgustingly, literally fell to the floor from the smashing impact. This time there was no more occasional twitch.
That had been the nail in the coffin. She opened her eyes; she had shut it reflexively and pieces of glass had been shattered around, but the main shard was lodged in the deep bloodied cut on the kidnapper's head. It was a horrible sight. She looked away quickly and glanced at what had become of her bottled weapon. Mostly just the handle was left but there was a shard with a sharp end attached to it.

The head smash could not have been more fierce and it was definitely the impact that had snuffed out the dying embers of life the kidnapper had been fanning and clinging to.

Suddenly, blood flashed through her mind as the thick blood formed a pool around the body. Realizing what it meant felt just like she had used the same glass to slit the throat of the 3f woman, coupled with the brief second flash of the kidnapper's head wound. She shuddered at the crimson scenes in her mind and the bottle remnant fell from her hand. She had goosebumps all over her body and she rubbed her arms as a chill swept through her.

She was certain there was no other person in the house, not with the kind of noise plus her earlier screaming.

Maybe if she had been thinking of something else it wouldn't have happened but just as the thought of being alone crossed her mind, she heard a noise that had to be from outside and the definite sound of the main door (probably the parlour) opening and closing.

Someone had just entered the house.

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Bami spent some seconds staring at the car park, precisely at the red venza which already seemed to have accumulated dust in just less than 48 hours where it was parked. His wife's car, an item seized from the bastard lawyer who had been flirting with her. Every time Bami thought about the car, he thought about the lawyer exco man of the widows initiative, and he got angry, very angry. Good thing the bastard was rotting in prison.

Right now he couldn't reminisce or even miss his wife, a young girl was counting on him. He hoped to God that she was still alive and that the address Ss had given him was correct. He hurried to the gate house after beeping his car open with the remote control.
"Hey I'm driving out. Don't let anybody in...nobody at all!" He was about to rush back out when he thought of Sparrow.

"Cornelius remember the man that broke in that time?"

"Yes sir" the young man manning the computer replied miserably. How could he forget the berating he had gotten because of the man. How on earth he had broken in was a mystery and would remain a mystery for eternity.

His boss was still talking, "silver hair...or grey....grey hair and he has a tattoo of a bird on his right arm..."

"yes sir I remember." The security operative reaffirmed.

"he may come by, let him in...only him if he comes if not use the microphone to announce that I'm on my way and he should hold on. He'd understand it's for security reasons."

Bami turned and rushed out of the security house but Cornelius called out; "sir is he driving?"

If he was driving then the second guard, the one armed to the teeth like a soldier in call of duty would have to go out and inspect the car, for explosives mainly, unless the camera would be able to zoom in on the face which would be unlikely.

Bami poked his head back into the room and blinked.,"eerrm I don't know if he's driving...just announce with the microphone that the driver step out for identification. It's very important that you not let any other person in and none of you step out."

With that he rushed off to his car and as he reversed and turned around, the gate slid open. There was no one on the other side. The camera hadn't even picked up any movement. They had one more camera further ahead, which offered partial view of the main road but apart from the blur of speeding vehicles there was nothing headed their way- yet.

Bami drove out and watched the gate slide shut in his rear view mirror. He quickly tried his phone, and gratefully Sparrow picked.

They were becoming to reliant on the guy, but who cares? The guy was damn good and they needed him.

"what's going on?" sparrow asked. He sounded like he was jogging or at least walking really fast.

"we have a lead on the girl. Where are you? Did you dispose the bodies? Can we meet up?"

When Sparrow replied, his voice wasn't so soft anymore, it sounded a bit jagged."too many questions you ask Mr Bamidele...my soul is weakened at this moment and I am not at my peak, I need to recharge my batteries...meditate, connect with the wind my element." plus the shot of alcohol with the school gatemman earlier hadn't helped either. Or it had helped in a healthy way, it was roots and herbs after all. But still, alcohol weakened the qi,which was in essence, life's essence.

Bami would have thought Sparrow was as crazy as he sounded if he hadn't himself seen massive results of the 'craziness'

"How did you know my full name?" he asked, easing up on the accelerator a bit as he watched the speedometer needle danced close to the 100 mark. .
But the call had already been disconnected.

Bami fumed;
Sparrow had been troubled in spirit earlier because of the people he had killed or "the blood he had shed" as he would have so eloquently put it.
The bottom line was, Bami was alone.

That had never been a problem.

He controlled the steering with one hand and opened the arm rest with the other. It contained a semi automatic pistol with two magazines. He hoped the kidnappers liked to read.

He smiled at his own wit as he expertly inserted one of the cartridges into the gun. It wasn't until 12 minutes later when he came across a red light and had to slow down completely that he pulled back the top of the gun, loading it and chambering a round. Ten bullets ready to be fired in quick succession.

His one wish was to beat the rush hour traffic and he hoped fervently that the road would be clear.

Maybe the day was world anti-wish day, because just as with Ada earlier, the moment the thought of traffic crossed his mind, he came across a complete stand still. It was that bad that car ignitions were turned off to save fuel and sum drivers were taking a nap. He lowered his widow, making sure to hide the gun discreetly in his lap. There was a gala seller moving through the maze of cars and the scene reminded him of a stunt he had once pulled on Rex Obasi with a gala seller two years ago.

He asked the seller, "what is causing this traffic?"

"Na tanker, the two tires burst and e dey carry fuel. E block the whole road. Na only Okada fit pass and when them reach there they carry the machine over the corvette and follow one way if not them no go pass"

"Shit!" Bami tried to reverse but he was boxed in now. A Danfo bus had already killed its engine behind him and some passengers were coming down, probably preferring to walk, and asking for a refund from the conductor who was arguing with them.

He watched them through the rear view as he dug into the arm rest again and removed the second clip. He stuffed it in his pocket and thanked his informant (who had been hoping to make a sale) before rolling up the glass. Next he opened his pigeon hole and retrieved a gun extension, a silencer. He hardly used it but now he was glad he remembered it.

His fingers danced in the air as he gazed round the car. He was a little bit nervous. Despite the fact that he had done this a lot of times. Finally he dug under the passenger seat and pulled out a used chicken republic plastic bag.

He had been in a neat location he couldn't throw out the nylon on the road, unless different civil servants spring out of thin air and arrest him for polluting the environment. He remembered Tonye had been driving but he couldn't remember where they had been going. But he knew he had been hungry and as he dug into the snacks, he pushed the nylon under the seat. Somehow it had remained there, even when he washed the car (more like wiped it with a wet rag) on weekends.

He stuffed the gun into it, it didn't really do much to conceal the shape because he had to wrap the polythene around it or carry it by the handle. Finally he switched on the gun safety then gripped the gun with his finger on the trigger, wrapped the nylon round the weapon as much as he could and opened the car. He had no choice, he would have to leave it there.

There was a kind of panicky feeling amongst the people because the tanker was apparently loaded with fuel which was why most people had decided wherever they were going could wait. They weren't ready to come and die because they were going back home, or going to the mall or going to see a lover or friend.As a result there were quite a few empty vehicles and roaming bikes and Bami hailed one and gave him the address. Unbuttoning the middle button of his shirt so he could slide and hide the gun in his right hand in, but then he thought; To hell with it!

"Oga I no go fit reach inside that street na only keke them dey allow but I go pay am for seven hundred naira." the bike man announced.

Without a word Bami hopped on the bike and they sped off.

Kimmiebabie:



Thank you for mentioning me soul.

donblazer10:
don't quote the whole story next time, please

EkopSparoAyara:

Kimmiebabie:


Thank you for mentioning me soul.

phoenixchap:

True bro. But now that you mentioned it I believe

Oroolorun:
I can't wait to see Ada draw the map of the federal republic of 9ja on the face of 3f with the broken bottle.
Oga Souloho19 stop delaying the war now, let the war begin!

EkopSparoAyara:
I have watched things happen,I have seen things unfold from the corner that I stay and watch and I have this to say...

SOULOHO19

In as much as your inconsistency can be pardoned by me as one of your many ardent followers,there's something going on in between me that is begging to be given a voice...
More often than not,I keep shoving down those voices but I need to err it out now...

First of all the inconsistency has made this story to lose it initial vibes...Then it lost the most important ingredient, ”UNPREDICTABILITY ”...
You can imagine how everyone was able to deduce that Sam was the First Minister.. You made it too obvious man...
This isn't the creativity I saw in Delayed Diagnosis and the almighty “The Devil Wears Okrika”(That story was superb)..

I loved it when we were all guessing who the real shadow was...But it got bad when he died just like that,it appeared too cheap..

The descriptive aspect is still okay but add some oil to it...

The Hole In The Wall doesn't have such creativity,no,not anymore and that leaves me with the question... What changed??

So many people may not like this,but I just have to say this very truth....I read this story and at the end of the update it becomes boring, nothing to be longing for..

Cc:Souloho19

Honourable356...You haven't been here for sometime now....

souloho19:


Boss mi, the war would bring the curtain call, that's why we need to savor each delayed Diagnosis lol. The story is ending real soon

Oroolorun:
EkopSparoAyaraEkopSparoAyaraEkopSparoAyara
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Class Captain is following the story real closely o.

souloho19:


But believe me, the ending of the hole in the wall is...well let me just stop there.

TYPICAL OF SOULOHO....LEAVING HIS READERS IN THE OCEAN OF SUSPENSE..

As for all my readers, penning words of encouragement and constructive suggestions, Jah bless you all. Be rest assured, you haven't seen the best of souloho. My best story is still in my head, indefinitely on hold cos I don't have the required information and research, most of which Google can't help with.

MAN,I MISS THOSE CREATIVITY.... TAKE YOUR TIME ON THIS ONE....I KNOW IT WILL BE WORTH THE WAIT.

BRAVO SOULOHO19

EkopSparoAyara:


LOL.....
........And here he comes again.... With this class captain thing...

Oroolorun,you sabi worry oo...

phoenixchap:


True bro. When you compare delayed Diagnosis and The Hole in the wall at first the steam was there but I guess soul became really busy and the update had to just come because at the start it was truly Soul but later on some things changed. Slot of time you just have to give room and let the author breathe that's why slot of us hasn't been breathing down his neck. But now that you mentioned it I believe souloho19 will look into it and work things our

souloho19:


Also I would advice y'all to stay away from arguing politics during this period, it leaves you with a hoarse voice and pounding head and the argued points never changes a thing. We sadly don't have a large youthful population of radical thinkers and revolutionary visionaries yet. Who realize the country is ours and we shouldn't settle for crumbs.
I'll keep on fighting for freedom of our country with the written and spoken word, but fam stay safe from unhealthy arguments.

EbonyQueen001:



You are right. Some spices that made the other books a "wow" may be on sabbatical leave, but I do believe he will make a come back. All he needs are encouragement, someone to point it out and him to make the necessary adjustment.

EkopSparoAyara, thanks for mentioning it.

EbonyQueen001:




Thanks for mentioning it.

Solly1:
Souloho, abeg i just vote Atiku finish now. Come give us update.


God bless