FlowerGirl040:
Enjoying this Op

Glad you're, ma

doctorexcel:
Thanks for the literary meal. It is too delicious not to ask for more. Is there an underground plan to dethrone the rabbi or why is he talking about reclaiming his place as the overall leader?

You know he has gone for a while and had placed his second in command in command of the Clan, so he mean he is back to be in command again

Chapter 12

ANN'S BASE, Nyar

The heat was killing. It made the house feel more like a hell on earth. The fans whirring, at a corner of the living room might as well not be working at all. For they did nothing to neutralize the effect of the heat. Ann, clad in a black denim bum short and a white tank top cussed angrily as she blew at herself madly with a newspaper. The heat was strange to her, there is none of this in England, she thought.

Ann reached over to the table infront of her and picked the phone on the table. She tapped it on and switched on the data connection. No sooner had she done this than she got a message notification from her MoonsClan email account (tacha@moonsclan.com). She wondered what was wrong and clicked on the notification. It loaded and she saw the message in full. She checked the sender, it was Rabbi.

She could nearly have jumped out of her skin had this been possible. Was he back from his journey? He ought to be gone for three years like the last time. If he is back, he would already have known about her journey here. Had he seen Pablo already? If he had, she knew Pablo could not have been alive at that moment.

Bizarre thoughts filled her head at the thought of Pablo been dead. Oh Lord, what has she caused? Rabbi hated independent decisions - making decisions without getting him involved. And moreso, he always had the opinion that a revenge mission is a stupid adventure not befitting an assassin. In his opinion, what has happened couldn't be changed. Why cry when the head is off, he would say.

She peered at the message and started reading:
"Hi Tacha," the message read. "I heard Pablo sent you or rather he allowed you to move down there for a foolish adventure. So, all this while, you stil harbor revenge in your dark heart? What exactly gave you the boldness to venture on that time-wasting game? And you know I hate revenge missions like shit, don't you?
Just so you know, Pablo is dead..."

Ann's head flew off, her fears had been confirmed. Oh poo, she had just caused the death of a man who meant well for her. Her eyes smarted as tears began to well up in her eyelids as she continued reading the message.

"... because he had bent the rules," the message continued. "And whoever disobeys the law of the Clan never lives to tell the story. But I won't kill you, because you are a great asset to the Clan. And Pablo deserved the death. Being the second-in-command, he ought not to be the one to disobey the rules.
Now, my order is, I want you to cancel that stupid revenge mission of yours rightaway. I've got a project for you over there. There is a man in that same state you are now who needs an assassin to work for him. I've assigned you to him. I told him your name is Tacha, so you would be known as that by him. I've also given him your masked pictures, so don't reveal your face to him. The details you need to know about the man has been sent to you also, so you are to contact him rightaway.
Don't do anything funny, young lady, or you will have yourself to blame. Remember I'm Rabbi and I know everything about you, even what you're wearing right now. Be careful."

Ann's eyes popped in shock. Her revenge mission to be cancelled? For a long time, she continued staring at her phone.

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The Divisional Police Station, Nyar

Special Agent Carl Agbor rocked the swivel chair delicately as he stared at the door ahead. He was a tall and dark angular man with a sharply sloped forehead. His office was too tastefully decorated to be in a police station. The marbled floor gleamed and sparkled so much that you could almost see your intestines in the reflection. The wall was painted a dizzy cream colour adding to the beauty of the office. An air conditioner protruded into the office from an angle while two ceiling fans hung down from the Paris plastered ceiling.

A knock came on his door.

'Come in, please,' he said, his reply rather too simultaneous with the knock.

The door opened and two agents walked in, one was a lanky and fair man known as Joseph while the other was Desmond.

'Please, have your seats,' he pointed at the seats infront of him.

The two agents looked at each other and sat down anxiously.

'First of all, I really want to commiserate with you on the death of your girlfriend, Agent Desmond. Her death is a shock to me. May she rest in perfect peace,' Agent Carl said.

Agent Desmond bent his head in rage. He knew it was very normal and expected of him to do that but he wondered why he had to mention it at that moment when covered wounds are still liable to be opened by a mere prick.

'Actually, I sent for you guys on something. I got a message from the Inspector this morning. He was alarmed at the rate of recent assassinations of icons in the state. He blamed us for not been efficient. But can we be more efficient than this? However, he gave us an ultimatum of two months to bring the murderers to book,' he paused and swallowed saliva.

'I'm putting you guys in charge of the case, you are to investigate and direct other lower police officers and agents to the effect of the case. I'd be giving you people some files to start with. Any opinions or contradictions?' Agent Carl asked.

'None Sir,' the men chorused.

'Alright, you guys can go. Start work immediately, remember we were given only two months,' he concluded with a dismissive tone.

Agent Desmond could not have been more happier. Being in charge of that very much case, meant he could get the killers of Sandra, his girlfriend. He was very sure it was the assassins (who had been killing influential people all around) that are responsible for the attack on Chief Martin's house and the death of his girlfriend. I'll get you guys, he mouthed under his breath as he stood up from the seat.

The two men saluted Agent Carl, and with a determined look on their faces, they marched out of the office.

To be continued

Another one guys

@Ann2012 @famopompy @skubido @devilpen @hades @ezeknov @doctorexcel @Adeola25 @poetictwenty @khriztarl @ayemileto @flowergirl040

Nice work OP.

Ayemileto:

Nice work OP.

thanks sir

Thanks for the update. Two months hmmmm

C8t8:
Another one guys

@Ann2012 @famopompy @skubido @devilpen @hades @ezeknov @doctorexcel @Adeola25 @poetictwenty @khriztarl @ayemileto @flowergirl040

Thanks for the update

Due to the low turn out of comments, I won't be updating tonight unless I see changes

Chapter 13

The road to the said address was bumpy and untarred. Potholes made their presence known as the Venza slid into them, making the car and its occupant shake like a loose bolt and nut. The sun shining above, penetrating into the car through the windscreen could have or maybe was even making things worse.

Ann, clad in a black angora hoodie and a black pair of trousers glanced at the rearview mirror for the umpteenth time and smiled. She could see the black car trailing ever since she had turned to the dusty road. She lifted her right hand from the steering wheel and patted her holstered Glock. It was time to give whoever these people may be some show.

With a frightening alacrity, she accelerated and veered into the sharp bend ahead. She drove some distances, stopped the car and got down. She went to sit on the bonnet, arms crossed, waiting for whoever was trailing her.

She didn't have to wait for long, as the black car came into view and stopped a few metres away. Two men alighted, one was chubby while the other was unbelievably tall. They walked towards her. Ann didn't turn to look at them, instead she listened to their footsteps as they came closer. Finally, they came to where she was. The chubby guy moved closer while the tall guy stood at a distance.

'Hey, sexy girl,' he said, his neck at an impossible angle, his face a few metres away from Ann's. He stank of alcohol. 'You're too beautiful, you know?'

Ann said, 'I've heard that several times.'

'Well, we saw you driving past and saw you're too hot to be ignored. So, we followed you to have some er fun.. You know,' the guy said and gave a bizarre laugh.

'Whoever told you I'm a sl*t? Do I look like one? Or you take me for anyone you can just sneak on and bang?' Ann fired.

'Baby girl, don't offer any resistance. But if you think.....well, we may have to force you,' he eyed her.

Ann looked around, the area was deserted. It didn't seem like the road was used often. She got down from the bonnet. 'And if you don't mind, please excuse me,' she said and tried to walk away.

'Of course we do, baby girl. Let's catch fun,' he said. He swung her round and pushed her against the car. He leaned forward, straddling her with his plump arms. She couldn't get away.

Ann felt deep anger rising, feeding on her deep-seated fury that men like these viewed women as a prey they could easily devour.

'Why not, sweetheart?' he continued. 'I guess you're new here and don't know how we do things. You just get in the car with us and we will have a mindblowing three-some.'

Without a word, Ann lifted her knee quickly, aiming at his groin. But he deftly parried the blow with his own leg. He was heavy, and he weighed at least twice as much as she did.

'Oh, so you're gonna put up a fight, are you?' he snarled. 'I like that.' He grabbed her arms and held her fast. His breath reeked of tobacco as his face craned toward her.

Ann's anger mutated into rage. The face she saw in front of her was no longer that of a drunken misfit. She felt that she was looking into the eyes of a deeply evil man who had killed and destroyed her family. A man, who did not deserved to live.

She drew her head back and gave him a head-butt. He yelled and left her. A strong arm reached around her neck from behind. The tall man had joined them too.

'Don't make a fuss and you won't get hurt too much,' the tall man said from behind her. The hurt chubby man hissed as he rubbed his forehead, came closer and tried to touch her b**bs.

Ann's fury erupted and she jabbed her elbow into the solar plexus of the man behind her, and her knee went straight to the chubby guy's crotch. Both men buckled over in pain. She pulled out her Glock and moved closer to them. She whipped the pistol across the face of the chubby man. Then she whirled round and smashed the heel of her hand into the other guy's face. She felt and could hear the bridge of his nose breaking.

After that, everything came automatically to her, a deeply satisfying sequence of kicks and punches, turns and slices. When she stopped, both guys were lying on the ground, groaning in pain. Unable to stop her anger, she bent over and lowered her Glock to the head of the chubby man. She pulled back the pin with a click.

The man looked up, eyes wide with terror. 'Please,' he whimpered. 'Don't kill me.' He was pathetic.

But she still wasn't done. She landed a blow on his face and suddenly, she felt a punch from behind. The tall man had gotten up. Ann stood up and turned, angry. She quickly moved aside as he rushed towards her and he fell flat on the floor. She pulled him up and landed a tardy blow to his crotch, using the sharp toe of her shoe. He doubled over, groaning and gasping.

She smashed the butt of her gun against the back of his head and he fell flat on his face. She bent and grabbed him by his hair, yanking his head back. His face was puffy and pitiful. Short of breath, she managed to say in a mock-kindly tone.

'Baby boys, you were right. I'm kind of new around here, so maybe you could help with a little something,' and she banged his forehead on the ground.

She stood up, and put her Glock back in its holster, feeling her fury draining away. She them said to them, 'If I ever see your faces again, I will kill you. Now get the hell outta here!'

The men scurried to their feet and limped away, never once, looking back. They fled into their car, turned madly and drove off, leaving a wisp trail of dust.

Ann patted her trouser, ridding it of the little dust that had accumulated on it. She walked to her car, entered and zoomed off.

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Kara village, Nyar
Chief Dapo's House

Chief Dapo -the man Ann would be working for- 's house stood out from the rest of the little and lonely village. It was a gigantic three story building that towered above everything else in the village.

As Ann neared the house, she reached for her mask on the seat beside her and put it on. With a breath, she stopped the car infront of the house and walked to the gate. She opened the gate, there was no gatekeeper. She closed it behind her and walked into the building.

To be continued
To be sincere guys, your responses to this story is not encouraging. Is it that you're tired of the story and want me to stop or what?

@Ann2012
famopompy
skubido
Devilpen
hardes
ezeknov
doctorexcel
Adeola25
poetictwenty
khriztarl
ayemileto
flowergirl040

Nice update. Please don't stop, else I will cry all day

welcome to Nairaland brother... That's some nice twist in the second to the last update..

Who Ann suppose kill she no kill, ought to pull off those guys balls....

C8t8:
Glad you're, ma

Bruh am pissed, i am not done with reading the previous and you cleared it why why why why why why oh

C8t8:
Chapter 13

The road to the said address was bumpy and untarred. Potholes made their presence known as the Venza slid into them, making the car and its occupant shake like a loose bolt and nut. The sun shining above, penetrating into the car through the windscreen could have or maybe was even making things worse.

Ann, clad in a black angora hoodie and a black pair of trousers glanced at the rearview mirror for the umpteenth time and smiled. She could see the black car trailing ever since she had turned to the dusty road. She lifted her right hand from the steering wheel and patted her holstered Glock. It was time to give whoever these people may be some show.

With a frightening alacrity, she accelerated and veered into the sharp bend ahead. She drove some distances, stopped the car and got down. She went to sit on the bonnet, arms crossed, waiting for whoever was trailing her.

She didn't have to wait for long, as the black car came into view and stopped a few metres away. Two men alighted, one was chubby while the other was unbelievably tall. They walked towards her. Ann didn't turn to look at them, instead she listened to their footsteps as they came closer. Finally, they came to where she was. The chubby guy moved closer while the tall guy stood at a distance.

'Hey, sexy girl,' he said, his neck at an impossible angle, his face a few metres away from Ann's. He stank of alcohol. 'You're too beautiful, you know?'

Ann said, 'I've heard that several times.'

'Well, we saw you driving past and saw you're too hot to be ignored. So, we followed you to have some er fun.. You know,' the guy said and gave a bizarre laugh.

'Whoever told you I'm a sl*t? Do I look like one? Or you take me for anyone you can just sneak on and bang?' Ann fired.

'Baby girl, don't offer any resistance. But if you think.....well, we may have to force you,' he eyed her.

Ann looked around, the area was deserted. It didn't seem like the road was used often. She got down from the bonnet. 'And if you don't mind, please excuse me,' she said and tried to walk away.

'Of course we do, baby girl. Let's catch fun,' he said. He swung her round and pushed her against the car. He leaned forward, straddling her with his plump arms. She couldn't get away.

Ann felt deep anger rising, feeding on her deep-seated fury that men like these viewed women as a prey they could easily devour.

'Why not, sweetheart?' he continued. 'I guess you're new here and don't know how we do things. You just get in the car with us and we will have a mindblowing three-some.'

Without a word, Ann lifted her knee quickly, aiming at his groin. But he deftly parried the blow with his own leg. He was heavy, and he weighed at least twice as much as she did.

'Oh, so you're gonna put up a fight, are you?' he snarled. 'I like that.' He grabbed her arms and held her fast. His breath reeked of tobacco as his face craned toward her.

Ann's anger mutated into rage. The face she saw in front of her was no longer that of a drunken misfit. She felt that she was looking into the eyes of a deeply evil man who had killed and destroyed her family. A man, who did not deserved to live.

She drew her head back and gave him a head-butt. He yelled and left her. A strong arm reached around her neck from behind. The tall man had joined them too.

'Don't make a fuss and you won't get hurt too much,' the tall man said from behind her. The hurt chubby man hissed as he rubbed his forehead, came closer and tried to touch her b**bs.

Ann's fury erupted and she jabbed her elbow into the solar plexus of the man behind her, and her knee went straight to the chubby guy's crotch. Both men buckled over in pain. She pulled out her Glock and moved closer to them. She whipped the pistol across the face of the chubby man. Then she whirled round and smashed the heel of her hand into the other guy's face. She felt and could hear the bridge of his nose breaking.

After that, everything came automatically to her, a deeply satisfying sequence of kicks and punches, turns and slices. When she stopped, both guys were lying on the ground, groaning in pain. Unable to stop her anger, she bent over and lowered her Glock to the head of the chubby man. She pulled back the pin with a click.

The man looked up, eyes wide with terror. 'Please,' he whimpered. 'Don't kill me.' He was pathetic.

But she still wasn't done. She landed a blow on his face and suddenly, she felt a punch from behind. The tall man had gotten up. Ann stood up and turned, angry. She quickly moved aside as he rushed towards her and he fell flat on the floor. She pulled him up and landed a tardy blow to his crotch, using the sharp toe of her shoe. He doubled over, groaning and gasping.

She smashed the butt of her gun against the back of his head and he fell flat on his face. She bent and grabbed him by his hair, yanking his head back. His face was puffy and pitiful. Short of breath, she managed to say in a mock-kindly tone.

'Baby boys, you were right. I'm kind of new around here, so maybe you could help with a little something,' and she banged his forehead on the ground.

She stood up, and put her Glock back in its holster, feeling her fury draining away. She them said to them, 'If I ever see your faces again, I will kill you. Now get the hell outta here!'

The men scurried to their feet and limped away, never once, looking back. They fled into their car, turned madly and drove off, leaving a wisp trail of dust.

Ann patted her trouser, ridding it of the little dust that had accumulated on it. She walked to her car, entered and zoomed off.

¤¤¤

Kara village, Nyar
Chief Dapo's House

Chief Dapo -the man Ann would be working for- 's house stood out from the rest of the little and lonely village. It was a gigantic three story buikdimg that towered above everything else in the village.

As Ann neared the house, she reached for her mask on the seat beside her and put it on. With a breath, she stopped the car infront of the house and walked to the gate. She opened the gate, there was on gatekeeper. She closed it behind her and walked into the building.

To be continued
To be sincere guys, your responses to this story is not encouraging. Is it that you're tired of the story and want me to stop or what?

Interesting.

Ayemileto:


Interesting.

Maka y biko u have to qoute everything?

Ayemileto:


Interesting.

Maka y biko u have to qoute everything?

this is getting more interesting btw thanks for the mention

Following. Thanks for the post op

Thanks for the update.

FlowerGirl040:
Nice update. Please don't stop, else I will cry all day

lol

Devilpen:
welcome to Nairaland brother... That's some nice twist in the second to the last update..

Who Ann suppose kill she no kill, ought to pull off those guys balls....

Lmao

Tominix:
Bruh am pissed, i am not done with reading the previous and you cleared it why why why why why why oh

Sir?

Ayemileto:

Interesting.

thanks sir

Christipsy:

Maka y biko u have to qoute everything?
Maka y biko u have to qoute everything?

Lol. But sir, were you also following?

C8t8:
Sir?

your previous story, ann the revenge of an assassin and. . . . . .
Am (15)

Hardes:
this is getting more interesting btw thanks for the mention

you're welcome sir

Tominix:
your previous story, ann the revenge of an assassin and. . . . . .
Am (15)

Oh. It is the same story with this. This one was only edited better than that, check the previous pages here and continue where you stopped

doctorexcel:
Following. Thanks for the post op

you're welcome boss

Adeola25:
Thanks for the update.

you're very welcome ma'am

Typing of the next episode in progress...

C8t8:
Oh. It is the same story with this. This one was only edited better than that, check the previous pages here and continue where you stopped

Okay, sure i will

Typing of the next episode in progress...[/quote]
Eagerly awaiting the next post