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Is this a story or A 'plagiarism thing?
Just asking o!

Story, just trying to get involved in the ongoing campaign against you know what.

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PILOT
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When Alani entered the Trust bank, he felt suddenly lost like a man lifted from the ground without any warning or explanation. The confidence and composure which he had on the way seemed to have deserted him. Maybe it was the fact that the metal scanners wouldn't let him pass that was making him so nervous. Or it was the strange cold shivers sent down his spine by the air condirioners when he finally got through; he could not tell. All he knew was that he suddenly felt empty, the way a young woman feels when her skirt falls in the middle of a busy street. A few unkind directions and he found his way through the crowd of teeming customers.There was no queue in front of the third counter counter meaning he wouldn't have to wait. The female cashier was sitting comfortably in a low chair. She had a zine in her hands and was obviously very pleased with with what she was reading.Regarding her age, Alani deduced that she would never see thirty again, but through the use of buckets of cosmetics she looked much younger. The early shrivelled skin around her eyes gave her away. Otherwise she could deceive a hasty man that she was eighteen.

She put the magazine on her knees and observed Alani as he approached her. Her eyes fell on the second hand shoes and saw them bulging with pressure from the inside, the big toes pressing as if they wanted some fresh air. Her eyes momentarily lingered on the two year old trousers which she labelled as the type that accurately measures the direction of the wind. The trousers had once been green but now, due to wear, they were half-green, half grey. She then observed the stained white shirt and wrinkled cloth around the neck which this guy took for his best tie. Her eyes narrowed as she watched the cheeks jutting through underfed flesh, the half hopeful, half confused face and the somewhat grey hair. As a reaction, she frowned and let out a sigh to indicate her disgust. She was bored, bored with these badly dressed school leavers who entered ecvery firm as if they were God Almighty! She did not have to be told that Alani was a school leaver. She knew

"What do you want, Mister?" She questioned rudely not knowing her views were about to be changed.


"Mister man, what do you want?" She questioned again before Adamu presented a document. She frowned heavily on gazing through it and began typing in the details into her nearby desktop. It was a slip for the removal of some safety deposit boxes, then she stabbed the final key.

Her eyes opened wide in shock and staring at the screen. The boxes contained over two thousand carats of uncut ruby. An amount which could equal USD$10,000,000. Enough money to make a righteous man commit sin. This was no longer a standard transaction.

"Congrats, Mr Jude Alani". Alani flustered on hearing his name, he was about to ask how she knew only to deduce that the cashier must have seen it somewhere. He smelled a dead rat.

He realised that the Cashier was trying to run him. To her, he was no longer jobless but a future billonaire. He smiled at himself and decided to play along, his trap had caught a shrew. They made small talk for a while.

"You want the treasure transported to the airport, what adventure are you in search of?" She asked with a bright smile on her face.

"Just business and pleasure" replied Alani only to hear her voice erupt in laughter.

"Ah, why are you looking for something in sokoto when you have it in your shokoto dress" She said. He didn't understand and then she explained.

"I can give you pleasure, more than you can ever imagine" She said in between whispers. looking into his eyes seductively before handing him a card, it had a phone number on it.

"Follow me" ordered the Cashier leading Alani up the stairs where they would finalise the withdrawal and logistics. Alani's mouth watered as she wriggled her butt for him. He was going to definitely give her a call. No! he would use her and dump her, this was a wise idea. Was she not the type that was kept aside after being enjoyed. But she was wiser, during their discussion, she had confirmed that Alani was taking the proverbial treasure chest to the airport. Score! It was now a simple matter of hijacking and stealing it.

"Just caught up a real money load and its coming your way, Don't forget my share of our deal"

She added a few other details and clicked send.

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An armoured van made its way through the Obafemi Awolowo road with a security escort pickup hot on its tail with sirens - blue and red flashing. Motorists and pedestrians who failed to pave way for the onrushing convoy in time received a fare share of strikes from the whips of the security men. Insults and abuses being rained with reckless abandon were the only ways their victims could react. A lanky dude on nerd style glasses could see all this on this on his laptop after linking to a surveillance camera discreetly hidden in a red and white comm mast that stood out beside the highway. The convoy was fast approaching a four junction with traffic lights.

Rock me I rock you oh! Oya! I nor go runaway. Oya! Na me and you today. Oya!
The immortal lyrics to Sunny Neji's limelight hit single blared out from the speakers ofva mobile stereo. The young man continued to work on his laptop, squinting his glass covered eyes at the monitor and moving his head to the beat of music. He was in the passenger seat of a blue Nissan GT-R, his mouth seemed to be moving but he was not singing, rather he was answering the message on the earpiece sticking out of one of his ears.

His caller was a dark looking man behind the wheels of another blue GT-R. The GT-R's were about four in number inside an open warehouse. The dark looking man spoke with a commanding and querying voice. He was young but old enough to lead his own crew.

"Calm down, We can take care of the job" said the hacker only to be replied with hysteria. The leader was chuckling hard, this made the hacker angry. He was being underestimated.
"The van is protected by a security escort, how do you intend to take care of the job?" asked the leader followed by another banter of laughter. More voices from the other car joined in.

The hacker stared at the monitor to see the surveillance from his preinstalled camera. This would be tough but he wasn't going to back down.

"Have you read about the battle of thermopylae". The fun died down until the leader broke the silence.

"Who cares about that stuff, What's up with it?"

"In that battle, the king succeeding in defeating an army about hundred times bigger than his by funneling them into a narrow space called the hot gates where their numbers were useless. We are going to lure the kitten from mother cat and then seize it".

The leader couldn't help but think that the hacker was being smart. The hacker re-examined his plan. The four junction was in the shape of a cross with two cardinal points radiating off it. There was Allen avenue to the west and Oba Akran avenue to the east with the highway cutting through. The leader could get the idea as he saw everything through the onboard screen in his car.

A lowrider was refusing to pave way for the convoy. The Security escort overtook both the bullion van and the lowrider before running through the four junction. The lowrider didn't let the bullion van pass and would block its way whenever it was about to overtake. The traffic lights turned red before they could pass the four junction.

Gridlock time. The hacker executed, hitting a series of keys and in a sec the mosaic of traffic screens in the control center spirraled into darkness.
The workers can't believe it. They start hitting their keyboards trying to get the system up and running again but it's useless since the hacker controls the system now. A single mouse clicks loads the new algorithim into the conputer and all the traffic signals in Ikeja turn green simultaneously. Cars collide into each other forming a domino line of rear end crashes. A tricycle tumbling over. The traffic lights turn red simultaneously. Then all turn green. Then red again.

It's demolition derby time. Daisy chains of wrecks. Total traffic meltdown, the armoured van sepearated from its security escort. The van was solidly blocked ahead and behind.

"What the hell?" asked the driver to no one in particular.

"Opening up a space on Allen avenue" said the Hacker to the leader as his hands danced across the keyboard. Suddenly the driver saw a way out, a sudden opening on Allen avenue before making a turn into it.

"His taking it" added the hacker as he struck more keys.

"I now command you to turn left"

The armoured van comes to the next intersection. Every light is stuck on red except the left turn only signal which is green. No choice. The van takes it.

"Gentlemen, start your engines" ordered the leader with his men responding by starting their engines with souped up, throaty roars.

"Go!" The cars took to the road leaving the warehouse in a spray of gravel.
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The trio of blue Nissan GT-R's caught up with the
van before coming out of their blurring speed.
The cars looked shiny and invincible with their
steel armored vinyl body. Their undercarriage
glowed green with neon and they all had the
trademark burning four round lamplights. Then
the cars began to overtake the van
systemically on both sides. Soon they had
formed an agressive formation around the truck
with the leader in front and the other two cars on
the left and right sides sandwiching the truck
driver in the centre like security aides guarding a
head of state.
The van driver thought everything was normal
until the roof of the leading car popped open and
a masked man armed with crossbow stuck his
body out, he was a hijacker. The driver
tried to swerve out of formation and knock out
the barricading car on the left side.
It was time to make use of the 1200 horsepower
the GT-R's carried. One of the cars on the side
tackled the van with enough force to send
it back into formation and with minimal damage
to the body. The masked man drew an arrow
fitted with a grappling hook and pulled it on the
bow before firing.
The grappling caught a part of the glass and a
yank on the arrow pulled it out. The driver couldn't help but gasp in disbelief, this was supposed to be an armoured bullion van, he was going to file a complaint but right now that would have to wait. The hole was big
enough for an adult to crawl through. The driver grabbed a baton from underneath his seat which he kept for dealing with touts,
nothing was crawling through that hole. The
Masked man leaped from the car's roof and
caught the hole with his hands. A heavy blow
from the baton left him hanging on one hand.
The driver raised the baton high up in a bid
to deliver the finishing blow when the car on the
left muscled up snd smashed into the truck. The
Impact was enough to send the driver crashing
back into his seat leaving enough time for the
Hijacker to climb in. The driver tried to retaliate
only to receive a stab from a green needle. He
began feeling dowsy and the last thing he
remebered was seeing the truck drive into the
distance like a mirage after he was pushed off
and then he blacked out.

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Soon a crowd milled around the scene where the van driver had been tossed out. They were all gossiping and arguing about the cause of his dazeness as he couldn't speak. Some said he was dropped off by some kidnappers who thought he was a waste of time, others claimed he narrowly escaped some ritual killers. Except for a middle aged man whose eyes were quick enough to see that the cars accompanying the van didn't have plate numbers, he made a phone call.

"Mehn, Patrol just tough today, see as town dey hot" commented one of the police officers sitting on a bench at the back of a station wagon with visual warnings at the top as the vehicle pulled into a nearby precinct.

"Those bad boys think say them get weapon? See as I dey empty clip, I dey pump lead ..." added private Bisi before he was cutoff by the killing of the engine. About five men in black uniform - helmets, overused bulletproof vest, khaki trousers and combat boots humped off as soon as the vehicle came to a stop. They had finished their patrol and walked in one after the other with their captain, Sergeant Obaro leading the way and brandishing his standard issue AK 47 rifles. His gallant weapon had not disappoint him, neither did his boys despite the fact that they were all rookies and greenhorns. He was going to recommend Private Bisi for a promotion. But now, they were here to submit their artillery and go home for a well deserved rest.

The landline telephone began to beep hotly until it was picked up by the customer service officer on duty. It was a distress call. A crew of robbers had jusy perfomed Grand theft auto. Sergeant Obaro was filled in on the details and rallied his boys. They were not getting any rest soon.

A couple of Toyota Tacoma pickups with emergency lights got out of the station and took to the road. They drove for some time passing some houses, trees before parking across the road and mounting a road block. Everybody was on high alert. Bisi was already aiming down the asphalt with his shotgun. Then he spotted the bullion van rearing its flat head.

"How strong is this armored van" asked the leader through his earpiece with his huge arms gripping the steering perfectly. His reply was practical.

"There's only one way to find out" replied the hacker. An evil smirk appeared on his face as he felt turned on. The leader stepped on the gas taking the van to blazing speeds. The Policemen knew he wasn't going to stop and dived out of the way. Not Bisi, he aimed for the tires and fired only for the van to drift in a zig zag manner, dodging the shot. It was too late, when he dived. The van caught him in mid air before crushing through one of the Tacomas. Sergeant Obaro got up and ran to Bisi when the van was finally gone.

Bisi's body was completely battered and messed up. his face was damaged beyond recognition. It was a goring sight with bits of metal sticking out of his entrails. Hard tears enveloped Sergeant Obaro's eyes, a thick lump forming in his throat that he was unable to swallow.

"Noooooooo!" Sergeant Obaro shouted, it was a heart renting scream and could be heard miles away. There was fire on the mountain and the valley was going to burn.
Sergeant Obaro's heart burned with rage. This was somebody he knew from the academy as a prospect. He slapped the keys to one of the Tacoma's that survived the onslaught from another rookie. He started the engine and sped off.

The hacker heard a voice ordering them to surrender coming from a tumbler amidst a wailing siren. he peered into his mirror to see a Tacoma pickup coming in fast on full speed. The GT-R's scattered immediately into different directions. The GT-R carrying the hacker was now heavier and they deployed a decoy to max effect.

But Sergeant Obaro went after the van and was catching up fast. The world outside the windows was rushing past at lightspeed. Some bolts popped out of the roof while the side bumpers flailed off, the Tacoma was pulling apart but the Sergeant still charged on. Soon the two vehicles were racing neck to neck. Obaro threw a quick glance to the side and saw the leader's face -- relaxed except for a scar above his left eye, he wasn't even straining a muscle. The leader did the same to see Obaro -- his eyes were bloodshot and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. Obaro rammed the Tacoma headlong into the van but the leader was not going down that easy. The van bumped back the Tacoma. Obaro decided to end this. The finishing line for them was up ahead in the form of a train crossing. The bell began ringing trying to warn of an approaching danger combined with the loud rumblings of a diesel engine behind a bullet train.

The van gunned ahead at the last possible moment. Slipping through the rail tracks and missing the metro train by nanometers.

Good use of quick reflexes and Obaro slammed deep on the brakes. The ABS kicked into action almost bringing the Tacoma to a halt with a part of it scraping against the fleeting snd shiny blue coaches. It was a long stretch but soon they were gone, the onrushing wind they carried leaving a cloud of dust. Obaro stepped down from the Tacoma before pulling a pistol out of his hip holder. The Bullion van was upside down and totalled on the other side. It seemed to have met its water loo when it supposedly lost control and crashed into a building.

Obaro walked up to it, his pistol was posed to handle any threat before he opened the door to its wreck. What Obaro saw made him suddenly weak.

"Sh1t" He cursed, the van was void and completely empty.

Title - Speed Kings - Nemesis

Genre - Racing

Rating - M (Mature)

Author - Shadow bean

Starring -

Summary -



So I decided to start something that has been lingering in my mind. Something with high octane action, real car chases and the coolest vehicles. I had an earlier thread like this but I decided to rework my plot. I hope this won't be a waste. Will be dropping the first update soon (School work things). Twale to you all.

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That's it for the pilot. I've done some tweaking and filled the holes in my plot. Will be posting the first official update tomorrow evening. And like KMJ will say - still I type on.

I just noticed a huge glitch in my future work, so I have fixing to do. Do not panic guys. NFS will be back.

Thanks. I'm noticing my errors and will improve in the next update.

PILOT

Lifting machines rumbled with workers screaming orders at each other. Custom Officers were busy moving about taking record and doing checks. All the hustle and cacophony of a major seaport.

There was a lot of focus on one large container. With the grinding of gears, a crane lifted it up from the hull of a ship onto the trailer of a red Scania truck.

A high ranking Duties Officer swirled about on an executive chair inside his luxurious office, he was intent on listening to what a guest had to say. His deputy, a tall potbellied man stood by his side, smiling raptorously. A Driver sat in one of the chairs usually reserved for visitors before bringing out a fattened brown envelope.

"I appreciate the way other 'Ogas' at the top helped out, my Boss is on his way. He just told me to give this to you to show thanks". The driver spoke gingerly before pushing the envelope forward on the mahogany table between them, a frown appeared on the Duties Officer's face.

"I can't accept this, all your paper's were cleared" replied the duties officer unlike his deputy who was clamouring for the envelope, the duties officer seemed to notice.

"You can give it to my deputy here, I have a meeting to attend to" concluded the duties officer who stood up to leave the way you office only to be stopped by the driver who proceeded to kneel down to beg.

"Please, If you don't take this, My boss might sack me feeling that I was rude" pleaded the driver, reverting to his native tongue. The Duties Officer decided to take it.

"What about me?" asked the Deputy. He always wanted cuts and kickbacks.

"Maybe my Boss will see you". The Deputy went red with rage at home hearing the word maybe. This stupid driver was trying to make him look like a long throat. He banged on the table, nonsense!

But the Duties Officer was gone and the Driver also.

The Deputy pushed some numbers on a telephone dial on the table and connected a call.

"Yes, you have a red truck coming your side soon, I will send you the plate number and other identification details" said the deputy on the call before hanging up. He was going to get his own cut anyway now.

"We are on the job" came the reply from the other side.

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"If you don’t talk money, omo don’t show up
If you don’t drive cars, omo don’t show up" Wizkid and MI's record blared off the stereo with the Driver humming to the beat as he flung the great truck down the highway. The headlights continued to bore a bright tunnel through the walls of night but they were not alone.

A trio of blue Nissan GT-R's caught up with the truck before coming out of their blurring speed. The cars looked shiny and invincible with their steel armored vinyl body. Their undercarriage glowed green with neon and they all had the trademark burning four round lamplights. Then the cars began to overtake the truck systemically on both sides. Soon they had formed an agressive formation around the truck with the leader in front and the other two cars on the left and right sides sandwiching the truck driver in the centre like security aides guarding a head of state.

The truck driver thought everything was normal until the roof of the leading car popped open and a masked man armed with crossbow stuck his body out, he was a hijacker. The truck driver tried to swerve out of formation and knock out the barricading car on the left side.

It was time to make use of the 1200 horsepower the GT-R's carried. One of the cars on the side tackled the big truck with enough force to send it back into formation and with minimal damage to the body. The masked man drew an arrow fitted with a grappling hook and pulled it on the bow before firing.

The grappling caught a part of the glass and a yank on the arrow pulled it out. The hole was big enough for an adult to crawl through. The Truck driver grabbed a baton from underneath his seat, nothing was crawling through that hole. The Masked man leaped from the car's roof and caught the hole with his hands. A heavy blow from the baton left him hanging on one hand.

The Truck driver raised the baton high up in a bid to strike the finishing blow when the car on the left muscled up snd smashed into the truck. The Impact was enough to send the driver crashing back into his seat leaving enough time for the Hijacker to climb in. The driver tried to retaliate only to receive a stab from a green needle. He began feeling dowsy and the last thing he remebered was seeing the truck drive into the distance like a mirage after he was pushed off and then he blacked out.

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I was inspired by the original NFS - Most Wanted game and the Fast and Furious movie. Imagine seeing Nollywood creating something with real race and chase scenes,High octane and having cars like Bugatti, Lamborghini etc. Truth is that it won't happen so I decided to write something on this genre. It may end up being disappointing but go ahead and Show your boy some love and support.

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I've decided to do a list like those you find on places like Amazon and Imdb. I hope it will help in promoting those completed stories in nairaland. A lot of stories have gone deep into the site and the sheer bulkness of this section makes it hard to go back and find such stories. The format will look like this:

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TITLE - The Complete Assassin
LINK -
RATING - 4/5
SUMMARY - Steven decides to become a vigilante after losing his parents at the hands of criminals only to turn against the Corporation that made him on a path of redemption after discovering their true motives.
WRITEN BY - Kevin John
GENRE - Action/Thriller/Crime
REVIEWS - The Story ended too sharply but was a nice read entirely. Lots of suspense and explosions.

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But this list will be for stories that are completed as from today. So if your story is completed just send in the title, link, summary and genre to me. I will take care of the rest. Any entry posted here will not be allowed. This thread is for comments, reviews and questions.

tecno4life:
for how many years NL thunder still dey do press up

Your own dey chop eba

You should know that thunder wil thunda you. You must be one of those french students I hate

Chapter One - Feeding the Fish

The Old man continued to read a magazine, behaving like he was talking to himself, but he was on the phone.

"What do I have?" asked a submissive but strong voice on the other side. It came from a figure obscured by the dark of night and standing in the middle of a street, it was getting lonely with people rushing to the safety of their homes but not him. He was like a predator on the prowl and this was his hour of hunt.

"Remember the guy who was in the news for embezzling money from government contracts three years ago? He's back aiming to run for governorship" said the Old man staring at the zine's cover. It featured Alhaji Sayid, 45, the most unassuming, baldheaded, pudgy faced man, a nerd.

"I'm activating you Assassin, do the needed" finished the Old man before the line went dead.

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The air is surrounded by the bluest of waters. Bestowed with the greenest of verdant foliage. Surrounded by exquisite beaches.

A spray of water went up as three of the hottest nymphettes in the smallest bikinis continued splashing around a swimming pool having the best time splashing water at Alhaji Sayid, as he chases after them.

GRRAAHH!!

The magnificient villa is surrounded by a high wall. As the girls clambered out of the pool, ignoring the four armed body guards patrolling poolside, they are by three maids holding robes for them to slip into.

"Hey! I pay to see more, not less" retorted Alhaji smiling. The robes disappear.

"That's better"

"Alhaji you are such a perv" said one of the girls rolling her butt in front of him.

"I know. Anyone hungry?" asked Alhaji, a bulge was beginning to form in his boxers.

"Always!" replied the girls. William grabbed their asses before slipping into a robe held open for him.

"Lunch is served" he said, laughing out loud like a psycho.

Giggling, the girls scamper toward the villa, where a sumptous table is set on the veranda, attended by more servants. Alhaji is handed a drink, as he sips it, watches their perfect, barely covered butts, his eyes pool of desire, the servant holds out an envelope.

"For you sir."

Perplexed, Alhaji takes his eyes off the girls and regards the envelope. No return address, no stamps. He opens it, and his perplexed look goes to one of concern.

tecno4life:
ur fada

must u quote d whole update ke

Thunder wen go fire you still dey do press up

Therock5555:
••DEDICATED TO HEBEX••

-CHAPTER 16-

They drove for thirty minutes, Rita in front leading the way as the Lamborghini chased behind, she drove into a secluded environment and drove through a gated-remote controlled compound and packed.

"Welcome to your new house Xavier" She said before He could say anything, she threw the key to him and began packing out the money parcels out.

"I wont stop advising you to get all this money in a bank, it would help you and save some stress like this" she cautioned him.

"Well let's just say I like leaving some loose cash around" he replied and winced as she punched his jaw playfully.

"I still remember the punch you gave me in Liberia, Rita you are really a fighter but I would gladly beat you now... Arhhh" he screamed as she swiped him off balance with her legs, he landed on his back with full force.

"We have a mission to attend to, don't think that you would have the luxury of having a vacation after your boring time in Mexico, you know I could have killed Miguel the first time I met him.. Now get your arse inside" she mocked him and cat walked in, he rubbed his head as he stared at her swaying hips.

"Oh Goddamit, I hate hot female superior killers" he cursed under his breath and jumped up.


The house was furnished adequately to his taste already, even a safe was provided for him just above his bathroom Mirror. When he had freshened up he walked to the sitting room where Rita laid, studying her mission, he tried peeping but she got up and sat else where leaving the large settee for him. He shrugged and grabbed his own parcel.

A cheque of three million dollars was stucked to a letter, he opened and read out loud to annoy Rita.

"Nice job Xavier, the mission in Mexico was an utter success thanks to you, we know you passed through a lot in Mexico but please this mission you are about to check out now is very important and we need our best hands, just be rest assured that if you manage to survive this mission, you would be given a long vacation.


Lord Kehl"


His loud taunts did not shake Rita, she was still reading hers, he shook his head and grabbed the second parcel which felt a little heavy. He pulled out a white file and carefully opened it.

Four pictures spread out, the pictures were of two people, a man covering a turban, with thick long white beards and bullet cartridges hung around his neck, he looked mean. The second picture was the same person surrounded by armed men. The third picture revealed a young youth of not more than twenty, handsome and spotting a slick flowing black hair, the fourth picture revealed the same boy, dressed in a school boy manner, with a bag hung around his chest and showing the peace sign to the camera.

He dropped the pictures and picked up the case file, his target was not the older man but the younger boy.

He was to eliminate the young dude called Al-ahmad Mahmud Dhiyab, the son of Abdel-Razzak Mohammad Dhiyab a renowned terrorist and Rebel leader of the Turcoman rebel group in Iraq. The problem was that both the old man and his son were in hiding under heavy protection from their subjects, and in different locations, the only way to bring out the father was to kill the son and that was Xavier's mission.

No wonder the note said if he managed to survive he would be given a long vacation, the mission was same as a suicide mission, he closed his eyes and sighed for the second time that day.

"Wait, I thought we were in this mission together, why am I the one sent to do the dirty work? What's your job in here?" He asked Rita who was calmly looking at him.

"Well my job is to eliminate Abdel-Razzak, you do the dirty work and I complete the mission and maybe bring your dead body back" she said smiling, that hurt Xavier as he continued reading his case file.

He was to locate Al-ahmad and eliminate him, while informing Rita about his whereabouts, the only way to get Abdel-Razzak was to kill his son.


Abdel-Razzak was a wanted man all over the world, he had masterminded sixteen successful terrorist attacks round the world, a bounty price of $75million was placed for his capture or dead body. He was responsible for a near bloody coup in his country which prove unsuccessful and had relations with illegal armed deals and weaponry sales round the world, couple with his infantry of suicide bombers which it is said could gladly die for him.

One, none of their locations were pointed out, its been rumoured that neither the father nor the son spends more than two days in a place so what ever chance they got was to be swift and on target. No second chanc

Reminds me of a Hitman mission

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