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sleemoon:
I feel honored to be mentioned in your story bro.... Buh Y d Interrogator.... M not good @ that naa.... More u misspelled my name.... Na sleemoon" wif double "oo" not sleemon'....

Gracias bro.... & #GGMU


Me i no too like lukaku jare.... I believe he is overated too muxh

Abeg anybody wey he like make he come make we sha carry trophies but the thing wey pain me na say rooney dey comot. It no make sense at all.person wey suppose retire for manu jeje
#GGMU
Meneski make I no see ur arsenal ass for here oo.
At.least una carry two cup last season(fa cup and cup above MANU ;P

Alamiendagash my bro welcome back ooo

SirGoldEjike:
StephenGee u too much Mah broda, more intelligence to ur IQ

Amen and u too man. Thanks

KimberlyWest:
''sighs''

This kind of of husband that only shows face, when better thing dey come my way. Na wa o.

Don't come and pour sand in my garri o.

Not only wud I pour sand I wud pour stone even shit join sef ;P

#MODIFIED


I had uploaded since 1:27pm. I was banned till I:27pm on JUL 09. Was just unbanned by divepen1

Title: THE INTERROGATION

Location: Dark Bunker.
Time: 2hrs after capture.

He was tied with his arms back to a chair. For how long he was out he couldn't tell. His captors he realized didn't know he was awake. Taking time to stylishly study his surroundings.
There was a table on which there was a heavy and large metal box. He wasn't sure what was in it, but whatever was in there couldn't be any good he concluded.
Returning back to his observation. He could make out a total of 8men in the room with him all holding a M4(will describe the gun later). He could easily make his escape but he knew he wouldn't survive for many reasons forbade his escape. One being the bad shape he was in;and he didn't know the whereabouts of Jenna or how she was faring. Was she being treated or interrogated; how many men where there altogether outside? All these reasons forbade him from launching his almost loosed hands from his back. But one thing he knew, he had to plan two escapes. One for him alone and two for he and Jenna.
Already mapping out a plan in his mind. He began to groan trying to make them think he had begun to wake up.

"Wake him up".A voice seemed to command.
Two men moved to obey, slinging their already corked M4 behind their backs with others watching for any surprise from their unknown captive.
He was tapped,slapped but he didn't respond. He wanted them to use water, at least that way he would be able to get something down his throat.
Fools, he thought in his mind they played right into his game. Escape Plan one initiated.

Gasping awake from the water poured. He rose up his head weakly to face his interrogator. Standing at 6ft 3inches tall with enough ripened muscle everywhere. He knew he was in for a long ride and the more he didn't cooperate the more his punishment.

"Who are you?" He didn't answer just stared at him in a blank manner.
"Do you speak english?" still yet no answer.
"What language do you speak?" Still yet he just looked on blindly. His interrogator was beginning to get annoyed he could tell. But to succeed he had to play dumb and smart, weak and strong, wise and foolish.

"W.....water" he managed to say in a weak voice.

"What? Speak up I can't hear you".

"Water" more loudly this time.

His interrogator turning to one of the men spoke a language he didn't understand
" พั นใฑฟัพะ ฟทเฬฟวพนัไรนอว".
(Get me water and make it quick)
"คพกกนะ"(yes sir).

Moving to obey his boss. He knocked on a door Anderson hadn't seen that had to be opened from the outside. And another guard stepped in to take his position. This door had spoilt is first two plans. Now he had to plan on how to take the men down noiselessly so as not to alert whoever was opening the door. But that would have to wait. As his interrogator turned to face him.

"I have sent for the water, but while we wait at least let's get to know each other. I am Sleemon the third . You have attacked and killed my men, so I want to know why, who sent you and who you work for".

"Water". Was all the reply he gave him.

"I have sent for it, but please don't try to escape as these fortress his heavily guarded and you would be gunned down and then I would be left with your partner who I would f**k and let all my men here have fun after she has been treated. Then I would kill her and send her body to your country".

So they were transported in their unconscious state. No wonder is body felt like it was stepped on all over.
Nice, so Jemba was being treated. He concluded she would have been giving a sleep inducing injection. He would have to stall for more time then.
The door opened to bring in the guard with the water and Jose( u all remember him right)

Jose: "His he awake? What has he said? Who is he?"
Sleemon: "One at a time. I can't answer all questions. So yes he his awake, water is the only thing he has said and we don't know who he his but we know who his partner his".
Jose: "Who is she?"
Sleemon: Her name is Jemba. Ex-military, graduated top of her class from the Egyptian defense academy . Moved on to lead a group of soldiers who all died in a mission she led. Appalled by her failure she quit to become a hired gun. Last seen by anyone was Russia and now here.
So would you let me do my job or do you want to do it"?
Jose: "Sorry carry-on I would be attending to other matters the big boss would soon be here".

How they knew much about Jemba he couldn't tell. Her name must be on the Hired Guns website then. But as for him he was always a John Doe( someone who is unknown) whenever he went on missions courtesy of the C.I.A.
Watching Jose go out, it seemed he used some kind of fingerprint mechanism to open the door rather than knock like the previous guard did.

"Let's get back to business. Feed him with water".
A cup was fetched for him and in his thirsty taste he continued to ask for more only when he was in the fifth cup did he perceive a faint smell of what he knew very well. Spitting it out he cussed out at them. But he knew it had no effect on him. It was a diluted solution of 'THE TRUTH' serum.
But what they didn't know was that he was immune to it. Thanks once again to his agency. All agents where required to be shot with an antidote before embarking on a mission.
The interrogator gave a laugh which was carried on for some time by the men n the room.

"What were you thinking; that we where actually gonna give you water?"

"Now you are going to tell me what I need to know whether you like it or not".

"Who are you? What is your name? Who do you work for? And what are you doing here?"

"Am an agent for the agency. My name is Johnson Jones, I work for a film industry. And we are here to shoot a film".

" Wait do you think am stupid? Even if you think am stupid, where is your crew? Why were you injured and what happened to your second?"

"We were attacked by some men, and then two men save us. That's all I swear".
Now breaking down into sobs and even peeing on himself. He put up a good display and in a cracking voice asked to be sent home to his family.

"I see you are not ready to talk right. Don't worry by the time am done with you. You would sing better than a canary.
Do you see that big metal boss there". He asked pointing towards the table. Seeing his play thing wasn't ready to answer he forged on ahead.

"In that box is series of toys you wouldn't like to play with".

Standing up and walking towards the box. He paused to look at Anderson one more time.
"Are you sure you don't want to reconsider about your confession. If I should open that box I would not stop till I collect at least 5pints of blood from you".

Opening the box, Sleemon the II brought out different king of tools.
Ranging from blowtorch,spike,nails,hammer,pliers of different size,barb wire,iron rod,gauze, mallet, spanner, chains, hooks, pins , maze, tripod rod, a saw chain, clipper, blades and the likes.

One of the men, moved closer to the interrogator and whispered some words into his ear.

Turning to face his new plaything;
"I have been summoned by the big boss, before I come back I want you to prepare your story for me nicely so as to save time and your blood".

With that said he walked out with two of the guards, but this time around no one entered to replace them.

Sleemon on getting to a door, rapped on it thrice and it was immediately opened.
Two men were on either side of a man who was in his late thirties, 5ft 4inches tall, brown in complexion with an athletic build. He was sporting on a Gucci made leather jacket with white top as an inner and putting on a stripped white and black trousers.

"Good day Boss, what brings you here?"
"Business has been bad courtesy of those two who attacked and spoilt our harvest.
How much progress have you made on getting the information out of him?"

"The Truth serum didn't work on him. I just want to proceed with the physical part".

"What do you mean? That he is immune to the truth serum. That is impossible".

"I was also surprised boss. Which only means that we are dealing with either the C.I.A, MI6, MIS or even the NLA".

"Don't torture him anymore. Rather torture the egyptian lady in front of him that should make him crack. She can't know much because she is an hired hand in these.
I have got to speak to the person who brought all this heat on me". GUESS WHO

"Okay Boss. Let me be on my way then."
Signaling the two men that came with him,he instructed them to go and get Jemba and take her to the interrogation room.

Raising up his head, to the sound of the iron door opening again. He saw two men dragging in someone, on a closer look he realized the person was a female and that person was the final puzzle to make his escape from the room possible. GUESS WHO?
With an evil smirk on his face. He said within himself "these fools just made my escape easier".


Watch out for the escape 2.

The people who caught anderson and jemba works for Isaac. And isaac is actually in mexico to bring together the smaller cartels to help take down the five dons

KimberlyWest:


I will have to consult first husband first and see if he will agree to this arrangement.



StephenGee12, where art thou?

I am here ooo . I haven't even travelled.
Young man better warn ur self.
Make una warn am oo otherwise we go do e-burial for here oooo.
Hadampson which of the guns do u suggest I use abi she Lleigh should come and torture the guy ni

I had actually updated since 1:27 pm but I was banned by the antispam biot till 1:27pm july 09. Was just unbanned by you knw who. So am gonna update right now and if u don't see it knw I have been banned again

Cc: meneski
Souloho19 I never forget am ooooo. And besides chelsea no fit sign player na una no get money like we the red devils ;P ;P ;P
Na why we hijack lukaku sheybi una dey pursue morata

Title: THE INTERROGATION

Location: Dark Bunker.
Time: 2hrs after capture.

He was tied with his arms back to a chair. For how long he was out he couldn't tell. His captors he realized didn't know he was awake. Taking time to stylishly study his surroundings.
There was a table on which there was a heavy and large metal box. He wasn't sure what was in it, but whatever was in there couldn't be any good he concluded.
Returning back to his observation. He could make out a total of 8men in the room with him all holding a M4(will describe the gun later). He could easily make his escape but he knew he wouldn't survive for many reasons forbade his escape. One being the bad shape he was in;and he didn't know the whereabouts of Jenna or how she was faring. Was she being treated or interrogated; how many men where there altogether outside? All these reasons forbade him from launching his almost loosed hands from his back. But one thing he knew, he had to plan two escapes. One for him alone and two for he and Jenna.
Already mapping out a plan in his mind. He began to groan trying to make them think he had begun to wake up.

"Wake him up".A voice seemed to command.
Two men moved to obey, slinging their already corked M4 behind their backs with others watching for any surprise from their unknown captive.
He was tapped,slapped but he didn't respond. He wanted them to use water, at least that way he would be able to get something down his throat.
Fools, he thought in his mind they played right into his game. Escape Plan one initiated.

Gasping awake from the water poured. He rose up his head weakly to face his interrogator. Standing at 6ft 3inches tall with enough ripened muscle everywhere. He knew he was in for a long ride and the more he didn't cooperate the more his punishment.

"Who are you?" He didn't answer just stared at him in a blank manner.
"Do you speak english?" still yet no answer.
"What language do you speak?" Still yet he just looked on blindly. His interrogator was beginning to get annoyed he could tell. But to succeed he had to play dumb and smart, weak and strong, wise and foolish.

"W.....water" he managed to say in a weak voice.

"What? Speak up I can't hear you".

"Water" more loudly this time.

His interrogator turning to one of the men spoke a language he didn't understand
" พั นใฑฟัพะ ฟทเฬฟวพนัไรนอว".
(Get me water and make it quick)
"คพกกนะ"(yes sir).

Moving to obey his boss. He knocked on a door Anderson hadn't seen that had to be opened from the outside. And another guard stepped in to take his position. This door had spoilt is first two plans. Now he had to plan on how to take the men down noiselessly so as not to alert whoever was opening the door. But that would have to wait. As his interrogator turned to face him.

"I have sent for the water, but while we wait at least let's get to know each other. I am Sleemon the third . You have attacked and killed my men, so I want to know why, who sent you and who you work for".

"Water". Was all the reply he gave him.

"I have sent for it, but please don't try to escape as these fortress his heavily guarded and you would be gunned down and then I would be left with your partner who I would Bleep and let all my men here have fun after she has been treated. Then I would kill her and send her body to your country".

So they were transported in their unconscious state. No wonder is body felt like it was stepped on all over.
Nice, so Jemba was being treated. He concluded she would have been giving a sleep inducing injection. He would have to stall for more time then.
The door opened to bring in the guard with the water and Jose( u all remember him right)

Jose: "His he awake? What has he said? Who is he?"
Sleemon: "One at a time. I can't answer all questions. So yes he his awake, water is the only thing he has said and we don't know who he his but we know who his partner his".
Jose: "Who is she?"
Sleemon: Her name is Jemba. Ex-military, graduated top of her class from the Egyptian defense academy . Moved on to lead a group of soldiers who all died in a mission she led. Appalled by her failure she quit to become a hired gun. Last seen by anyone was Russia and now here.
So would you let me do my job or do you want to do it"?
Jose: "Sorry carry-on I would be attending to other matters the big boss would soon be here".

How they knew much about Jemba he couldn't tell. Her name must be on the Hired Guns website then. But as for him he was always a John Doe( someone who is unknown) whenever he went on missions courtesy of the C.I.A.
Watching Jose go out, it seemed he used some kind of fingerprint mechanism to open the door rather than knock like the previous guard did.

"Let's get back to business. Feed him with water".
A cup was fetched for him and in his thirsty taste he continued to ask for more only when he was in the fifth cup did he perceive a faint smell of what he knew very well. Spitting it out he cussed out at them. But he knew it had no effect on him. It was a diluted solution of 'THE TRUTH' serum.
But what they didn't know was that he was immune to it. Thanks once again to his agency. All agents where required to be shot with an antidote before embarking on a mission.
The interrogator gave a laugh which was carried on for some time by the men n the room.

"What were you thinking; that we where actually gonna give you water?"

"Now you are going to tell me what I need to know whether you like it or not".

"Who are you? What is your name? Who do you work for? And what are you doing here?"

"Am an agent for the agency. My name is Johnson Jones, I work for a film industry. And we are here to shoot a film".

" Wait do you think am stupid? Even if you think am stupid, where is your crew? Why were you injured and what happened to your second?"

"We were attacked by some men, and then two men save us. That's all I swear".
Now breaking down into sobs and even peeing on himself. He put up a good display and in a cracking voice asked to be sent home to his family.

"I see you are not ready to talk right. Don't worry by the time am done with you. You would sing better than a canary.
Do you see that big metal boss there". He asked pointing towards the table. Seeing his play thing wasn't ready to answer he forged on ahead.

"In that box is series of toys you wouldn't like to play with".

Standing up and walking towards the box. He paused to look at Anderson one more time.
"Are you sure you don't want to reconsider about your confession. If I should open that box I would not stop till I collect at least 5pints of blood from you".

Opening the box, Sleemon the II brought out different king of tools.
Ranging from blowtorch,spike,nails,hammer,pliers of different size,barb wire,iron rod,gauze, mallet, spanner, chains, hooks, pins , maze, tripod rod, a saw chain, clipper, blades and the likes.

One of the men, moved closer to the interrogator and whispered some words into his ear.

Turning to face his new plaything;
"I have been summoned by the big boss, before I come back I want you to prepare your story for me nicely so as to save time and your blood".

With that said he walked out with two of the guards, but this time around no one entered to replace them.

Sleemon on getting to a door, rapped on it thrice and it was immediately opened.
Two men were on either side of a man who was in his late thirties, 5ft 4inches tall, brown in complexion with an athletic build. He was sporting on a Gucci made leather jacket with white top as an inner and putting on a stripped white and black trousers.

"Good day Boss, what brings you here?"
"Business has been bad courtesy of those two who attacked and spoilt our harvest.
How much progress have you made on getting the information out of him?"

"The Truth serum didn't work on him. I just want to proceed with the physical part".

"What do you mean? That he is immune to the truth serum. That is impossible".

"I was also surprised boss. Which only means that we are dealing with either the C.I.A, MI6, MIS or even the NLA".

"Don't torture him anymore. Rather torture the egyptian lady in front of him that should make him crack. She can't know much because she is an hired hand in these."

"Okay Boss. Let me be on my way then."
Signaling the two men that came with him,he instructed them to go and get Jemba and take her to the interrogation room.

Raising up his head, to the sound of the iron door opening again. He saw two men dragging in someone, on a closer look he realized the person was a female and that person was the final puzzle to make his escape from the room possible. GUESS WHO?
With an evil smirk on his face. He said within himself "these fools just made my escape easier".


Watch out for the escape 2.

meneski:
stephengee12 pls satisfy us

Just wanna put the finishing touches

Bibi294:
Shift, let me faint

Bibi shift let me faint besidee you abeg

are you talking about william.

it is meant to be from where he showed davina the bedroom she was gonna stay and he isnt yet married. just the sex scene is all i need dats all.
you canjust start from where he went in and was waiting for her and den she asked him to join her or maybe get him towel and from there the thing shele

Lleigh:
stephenGee12 I hope you are ok

yes ma. i am update coming up in a bit

meneski:
oh my guy sorry oh...but noting do you ba

Nothing do me oo, na headache sha but it wud take me more than a kekemaruwa tumble to make me fall sha. But the accident be like film trick for my eye even as I take jump comt gan I no understand

Don Apollux Marvel I hail ooooo.
Abeg make u drop the full story here ooooo.

Dedicated to every one. I can't begin to call names. Pls manage it having a splitting headache. To Divepen1 for pushing it to front page and to meneski for bringing up this wonderful write along. You forced me to discover an hidden talent.
To my e-bro hadampson, e-wife kimberlywest, e-son emperor380 thanks for your support.

Enjoy this burnt update I lay down

TITLE: THE BETRAYAL
Location: On AIR

As the five cargo planes moved in different directions so as to avoid been detected for suspicious activity.
Each group of men accompanied by two men of the Gucci Cartel to enable them pass immigration,police,interpol, custom and the likes. Where all cracking jokes,playing games and some where checking out their weapons and even video chatting with their family.
Boom! Boom!! Boom!!! Boom!!!! Boom!!!!! Boom!!!!!!! They all remained silent as a loud explosion rocked the planes. What happened they couldn't tell as there were no windows. They could only look at their leader who came back wearing a very sad look as he broke the news to them.

"We are the only plane remaining, the others have been destroyed. They just exploded".

A ruckus began immediately after this sad news as all of them mourned their fallen comrades with both anger and fear. All trying to speak all at the same time.

"Quiet all of you!!!! What is wrong with you all"?

"Sir" a man from the back called whilst raising his hand up.
"Yes".
"What caused the explosion? Are we safe? What would happen to the money promised to them? Do we continue with the mission or we turn back?

"Yeah! Yeah!! Answer us". They all asked their leader.
Calling for audience. He stood to address the men.

"It was an internal explosion. As for the other questions I would have to call the Boss to know the situation".

Telling them to keep quiet while he kept the cloned tab on speaker. He put a call through to the Boss.

Leader: "Hello Boss, are you there"?
Haddock: "Yes, I am".
Leader: "Four out of the cargo planes has been blown down to bit".

Hadampson who was straddling a LovePeddler as he was calling was forced to stop due to the sad news he heard and the rate at which his dick became flaccid.

Hadampson: "But how come? Were you guys attacked".
Leader: "It was an internal explosion from what the pilots told me. Two exploded simultaneously and the remaining caught fire from the flying debris. If we hadn't moved forward before the explosion we all would have been dead by now".
Hadampson: "Okay. So what you are trying to say is that the explosions could either be from a failed plane engine or an implanted bomb".
Leader: "Yes Boss. The men wants to know whether we are to continue or not".
Hadampson: "Continue moving to the destination, but take that plane hostage. No one should be allowed to leave that plane when it land till further notice. Let me notify the Boss. I would have someone put a call to the men's family. Take heart boys".

"You heard the boss, we are all taking hostage of the plane when it lands. Nobody leaves or enter this plane when it lands. Let's observe silence till we land to honor our fallen brothers".

Dressing up he put a call to his Boss telling him to come to the office. Putting a wad of dollar notes on the table for the LovePeddler, he left with his car keys.

After receiving the call he put a call through to his wife telling her he wouldn't make it due to business.

"Turn the car back to the office", he said through the intercom pondering on what could make Hadampson scared.

Location: Head Office of the PELUZINNI cartel.

"What!!! How come?" How could it have happened? He asked his henchman after hearing the sad news.

"Boss I think we should start preparing for war and begin fortifying our bases of operation.
But in the meanwhile let's have your secretary put a call to the family of the deceased and send the money to them".

Pressing the secretaries desk button. Coming in she looked sweet and provocative from the dress she wore. If not for what happened he would have had a go at her. But there where pressing issues at hand.

"Have you made the ticket reservation?"
"Yes Sir".
"Hope you still have those forms with you? I need you to put a call to all the families there and tell them that their husbands or brothers or sons are dead, whichever".
"Yes Sir. Anything else?"
"No, now get on with what I sent you".

"The men are all as good as dead. Since we have no one there, they are on their own there. Assemble all the boys we have and I mean every fucking damn asshole that is on our payroll".

"Yes Boss".

Watching Hadampson exist the office he put a call to his wife.

" I need you to dress up the kids and take them through the tunnel to the airport. A ticket reservation has been made for you to travel safely. Check the safe for the platinum credit cards and your passports. I love you all".
He cut the call. He knew she wouldn't ask any question as she understood him and even warned him about the assassin hit on Isaac but he hadn't listened. Picking up his phone he put a call to the man who handled all his money.

"I want you to invest all the money in my four foreign European account into legitimate businesses that would make profit under the name of my wife and kids. Don't Bleep me up or I would Bleep your wife and four daughters and make you watch as I will cut them into pieces and gouge out your eyes and tongue and make you wallow in misery. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Boss. I will let you know as soon as I am done".

Anything could have caused the explosion. It could have been an engine failure or ammunition explosion or implanted bomb or even a suicide bomber. But who betrayed who he couldn't tell.
Not wanting to strike first. He would have to get prepared and wait for the first strike from any of his enemies and strike back with brutal force.

Placing a video call to the other Dons. He broke the sad news to them and as expected they all swore they had nothing to do with it.
He was even asked if he could send more men to help the others but he declined and asked them to send their own men and he would put them on their pay roll. Cutting the video call, he called all his knight to assemble.
It was time to move to the battle room.

So we made front page then. Thanks to you all readers. The upcoming update might be confusing so please don't be offended. Was involved in and accident yesterday but I thank God sha.
One love pple one love.

Mhizgap. Sorry but I d don't understand who u are talking about here

KimberlyWest:
''HUH!

Oh! The other room filled with wines. I get you, I'm coming over now.

We can do it anywhere sha.

Ayarmboye iffa catch you near my wifey ehn. U and queenitee it no go funny

KimberlyWest:
My on and off husband, so you are back?

Hmmmmmm.

Welcome back.

Yes dear.
Am back. Let's go to dat other room.

meneski:
...before introducing d angel of death. I think a lady should tell us what happend in d bathroom or bedroom.


Dat will give u more time to gather ur updates.


Bibi294
Kimkardashain
Evajael
Mhizgap
Lleigh


so who amongst u is ready to give us the 'sextale'?

Dats true it wud make sense thereby giving me time to download the update from my fictious mind

Darkcrisp:
Lol. Thanks.
I guess I should start packing my stuff already, cos the second book is only twice the size of the first.

Better find a way to prolong it oooo.

queenitee:
No what? We will beat you ehn?

Ehn ehn so dis is our u pple treat my wife abi.

*brings out my autoshot gun. Loads catridges and cocks it ready to shoot anybody*

Don't mind dem they cannot do anything am back from my trip.
Kimkardashian so u pple beat her last time abi and gave her just paracetamol and ibuprofen.
Issoryt I am coming for u

SirGoldEjike:
Ss2? And u r dis Good!?

Yes!!!
That's my boy.
Welldone.
Sorry I was away. I went to handle a business outside.
But I bought u a gun sha.
Don't let ur mummy know sha.

Kimberlywest love am home.

Lleigh:
Whoever needs to be interrogated please call me.

In my best reservoir dogs voice...

I am waiting Mr S and Mr M

No ooo. I go flash I no get card ooo

Good story.
Turn the second one into a long story ooo.
Otherwise I wud send u out of nairaland
Thanks for the story that made me sleep with a smile

Tuhndhay:
Lleigh i see you and am waiting for the next twist something tells me one of the Dons sold out the others

How you take know. You be mind reader oooo

Lleigh:
stephenGee12 thank you for the endorsement.

remind me not to vex you abeg. incase of any wrongdoing i have doing you please wether past now or future please forgive me abeg biko.
But linda don suffer oooo

Matrycx:
i just seerched for some of dis guns. mehn dey are f*ckin deadly. i doubt if our military av any of d top 20

Lol....nigeria army get their own ooo. But it no reach.

I want to introduce williams back the angel of death but that wud mean that I would have to take away the soft part from that bedroom. And I am not a romantic writer.
Can I? Soft part writers please.

I doff my hat for the writers ooo. Me way dey always complain for update. It is not easy to write and form words.
Hope I delivered wat u expected
One love

Dedicated to all you readers. One love.
TITLE: THE RENDEZVOUS.

Location: Northern America

'Brown paper bag' by migos blared out from the cloned android with Hadampson. Momentarily drawing attention to himself, checks what made the phone ring and saw an alert.

"Boss the money has been paid into the african account".
"Well then, gather the boys and put the others on standby. Call the other Dons and let them know "operation Obstruction out" is on the go".
"Yes Boss". You gather the men tell them to wish their families goodbye. You prep up the vehicles for transport. While Hadampson makes the call to the other Dons is Boss beckons on him.
"How many highly trained men do we have in total?"
'1489 men highly trained with 368 more expected to graduate in the next two weeks boss. So that is a total of 1857 men in total".

"How many men do you think we can send for this mission. And still have enough to defend and counter an attack from anybody even the other four Dons?"

"Boss, I think it would be best if we released a total of 250men. 150men would move with the frontal assault and then the remaining would be backup in case we encounter any unforeseen plan. Then I suggest you take your family for vacation if you intend launch an attack and also try and invest in some legitimate business under the name of your wife and children. The aftermath of the war may leave us weak and broke for an hostile takeover from the smaller cartels even if we win".

"You are getting wise hope you know that. Who would have thought you hadampson would be wise. I am thinking of going legit, but I would put someone in charge of the cartel. After this problem is put aside. We would sit down and plan ahead. But now let's take things one by one".

Pressing a button on his table. His PA. Evajael almost ran inside his office.

"Yes Sir".
"Book a flight for my family to go away for at least three months to my private island in Mauritania Africa. And also apply for a platinum credit card each for them".

"Yes Sir".

"Hadampson, get the boys moving to the private airstrip now. Its time to shed some blood".

Meanwhile,
Location: Unknown

"Don apollux, please calm down. I assure you we would recover from the business". His CFO announced.

"Do you know the kind of hole the money for this blew in my account? I had to use four out of 25 of my foreign account. If I only relied on my legit business, I would have been washing plates in a dinner by now".

It was no news in the whole of the southern and northern America that the Apollux cartel is the richest with drugs plants over half of Colombian, Mexico, Jamaica, Thailand and other drug producing country. Rumor had it that in the past election he single-handedly sponsored thirteen candidates for the presidential seat of their respective countries. They won because of his money and a little bit of threatening of candidates and rigging.
Apollux Marvel as he was known by those of his early child hood days, is arguably the most richest man illegally in the whole fucking wide world. His connections were like the tentacles of an octopus reaching as far as the rugged countries of Asia. Even now that the four presidents of America, Colombia, Jamaica and Russia were his god-sons. He is a man of many capability.

"They had better not ask for any more money. The $10,000,000,000 I coughed up should be enough. Fucking Dons. What are you waiting for? Put a call to all my businesses let's know how they are fairing".

Location: Air strip

Five cargo planes could be seen courtesy of the bonnuci cartel to transport the men. Four trailers pulled up into the air yard with guns and ammunition, food and clothes with tents and grenades enough to sponsor a cold war II if need be.

Men from the peluzzini carter could be seen huddled around Hadampson who gives them orders about the mission.

"Each and everyone of you has been chosen. To liberate the Drug World from a growing menace. You would be paid $100,000 each on your return and if you don't it would be given to your next of kin which you have written down in the forms given to you. I believe".

"Aye sir".

"Don't forget who we are. We are the ruthless spartans of the Peluzzini cartel. No one dares cross us otherwise they would cross to the other side. Make me proud boys I have trained you well.
Now divide yourselves in a group consisting of 50 men with a smaller platoon of 10 men each and pick someone to lead you".

He watched them say goodbye to friends and families on phones provided. They all moved to dispatch the boxes each with 50 men going into each cargo with their own boxes. The cargo plane started to taxi down the run-way and lifted up to the air. He watched it go until it disappeared from his view.
Picking up his phoned, he phoned his boss and told him the news. Later on he put a call to Don Gucci telling him to get ready to pull all the strings he had with him.



Location: Forest.

A group of hungry looking rice/cocaine farmers approached them with mundane weapons.
He could have gunned them down, but he didn't want to give away their position as he didn't know if any of the men they encountered where on their heels. So applying a silencer to his twin C.I.A built silver plated Glock .40. He had to use hide and seek method to take them down. Putting a groaning Jemba in an enclave surrounded by bush. He set out to kill the nosy farmers.

"Ajar ufuffdju sknsndxuidjd bdddb" (where are they? Any signs of them) na me form the language ooooo

He purposely threw stones in different directions to get their attention and make them scatter. Divide and conquer was what he was doing.
The first two men to come close to the tree were he stayed with their pickers perched forward. He jumped noiselessly from the top embedding a blade each in the top of their skulls. Two down 15 more to go.

His next targets came into his view minutes later after moving away from his kill. All five of them huddled together to check the bodies of the men just with them not quite long. Training his already silenced Glock. He wanted to shoot sporadically but he couldn't afford to waste bullets for he didn't know what to expect when they got out of the forest. Releasing the safety off the guns. He squeezed the triggers five times as he watched as the hunters slumped to death. Seven down 10 more to go. The Hunter becomes the hunted and the prey becomes the predator.
Killing the remaining men was gonna be hard. After seeing their comrades fall they scattered in different directions.

Oh! His wife must be worried sick as she hadn't heard from him since. Shuffling of feet close to him he remembered he was in a battle field. In one split second he sprang on the farmer sliting his throat in one straight swipe of the knife. Bending down to clean the blades a gun went off behind him. If he was standing he would have been a name of the past. Thanking whatever stars saved him. He rolled away from the spot taking cover behind a tree. Damn so these farmers came with a dane gun.
The gunshot alerting others, saw all nine targets come together all holding cutlass except for three holding dane guns.
He would have to take them out first he decided. Taking aim from behind the tree, he targeted the first of the three dropping him with two shots to the heart and head. The others hiding behind a tree began to shoot at him.
Pulling out a flash bang grenade, he removed the pin and counted 1-7 and then releasing it towards the men at the count of seven he turned his eyes away from them.
Boom!!! Followed by a flash of blinding white light. Momentarily blinding the men was all he needed as an incentive to take them down.

Moving out of his hiding place he began killing the farmers after him. Reducing them to dead bodies. Oh God; the undertaker was gonna make a lot of money. Or nature was gonna be plenty with nutrients.

Looking around for any more hostile. He moved to where Jemba was. Clearing the bushes.

"Look out"!!! Was all he heard before feeling something go through his left hand. Turning around, he wasted a whole cartridge on the assailant.

"Are you alright".

"Yes I am, its just a normal injury, nothing much. Let's get moving the gunshot may have alerted others".

Applying a bandage to his injured arm. He bent down to Carry an already weak Jemba on his shoulder he forged on ahead to where he had seen smoke rise from. Either it was a village or a tent he didn't know. All he knew was that he had to go there as there had to be medical supplies or even a traditional doctor who could help an already weak and illusionised Jemba. Dropping her to take the last sip from the water jug with him. he forged on ahead to where he saw a gathering of men and women. Getting there he shouted for help but no one seemed to understand him.

All of a sudden two trucks filled with armed men parked opposite them with guns. They were trapped on either side. He could have made a run for it but he couldn't leave Jemba alone and all by herself.

"Drop her, put your weapons forward and your hands outstretched. You are surrounded".

Moving to obey the instructions. All he remembered was the phone call the instructor made before he was hit on the head by the butt of a gun.


Am sorry for the delay please you guys shouldn't be offended. Am truly sorry. Thanks for the understanding.

Am sorry guys please. Meneski boss abeg no vex ooo. Updating in a bit.

Lleigh I swear to God you are one sick writer. I wouldn't wish for my enemies to suffer like this. Even if that person killed all my family.

But seriously seun suppose open new forum for you titled 'wicked forum'.
Keep it up dear.

But seriously u are sick. Walahi.

Following bumper to bumper

Abeg make una no vex oooo.
The names of those dons na him I dey find cos as u see me so I don tire.
The names don run comot for my head so I dey find dem. Update coming up in a bit