" Alice !! Alice !! " Sunday screamed back into the phone , " you son of a bitch, you monster, what did you do to her ! " Sunday cursed.
" Easy, easy, " the voice said, " didn't your mother ever teach you not to use foul language ? my, my, " the voice taunted him, and then cracked into a sinister laugh again.
" Listen here, you son of a bitch, if you hurt her, I will make your life a living hell, do you understand me ? " Sunday threatened.
" Is that a challenge ? " the voice asked, appearing to enjoy how he made Sunday feel.
" Sunday ? is everything okay ? " Paul asked, after seeing Sunday's reaction.
" Is that Paul ? could you give him the phone for me ? " the voice asked, in a mocki
Bright lights shone against his eyes immediately he tried to open them, his hands could only block off so much of the blinding light that made him squint, and it took a few more seconds before they adjusted to it. But even though his eyes were open now, he still rubbed at them, doubtful of what stood before him. It looked like the center of a forest, there were tall trees all around, and he could hear the sounds of multiple birds flapping their wings high above the trees, at first he thought his mind played tricks on him, but the more he looked, the more real they appeared. The last thing Sunday remembered before he blacked out was the explosion, Paul lying unconscious in front of him, and a pair of boots, then a stretcher, then it all went dark. The bomb
Fasting ! The name of the deranged psychopath, who had been responsible for the auction of cocaine in various parts of the country. The deceased maniac, who had single handedly made a fool out of top secret agents, and almost succeeded in putting an end to the lives of a few more. The sociopath that had more than once escaped the clutches of the law and justice, his was the name at the very top of the most wanted list, his was the name that haunted the dreams of many agents of the CSS, and amongst these many, Sunday was one of them. Sunday had lost more than just his time in his attempt to bring this monster to justice, he has even lost the only thing that mattered most to him in the world, his sister, the only reason he had to keep on living, even tha
Fasting ! The name of the deranged psychopath, who had been responsible for the auction of cocaine in various parts of the country. The deceased maniac, who had single handedly made a fool out of top secret agents, and almost succeeded in putting an end to the lives of a few more. The sociopath that had more than once escaped the clutches of the law and justice, his was the name at the very top of the most wanted list, his was the name that haunted the dreams of many agents of the CSS, and amongst these many, Sunday was one of them. Sunday had lost more than just his time in his attempt to bring this monster to justice, he has even lost the only thing that mattered most to him in the world, his sister, the only reason he had to keep on living, even tha
Alice stared at the thug as he laid on the floor, still and unconscious. The only thing that assured her that he still had life in him was the in and out movement of his chest, she had only knocked the living day lights out of him, that wasn't enough to kill him, but it was sufficient to send him down to a long head throbbing nap, while she figured out a way to escape the nightmare that she was currently trapped in. She walked a few steps closer to him, just to make sure, he was as still as still could be, she had knocked him out cold, she quickly placed the gun on the drawer and pressed both hands against her mouth, as if shocked at her own actions. Alice hadn't thought about the next part of her plan, infact, she hadn't thought about a plan at all, now that he was unconscious, she suddenly found herself clueless as to what actions to take next. They were probably more men on the other side of the door, with just as much muscle as this one, and defin
Reuben and Susan stared at Sunday through the perfectly clean and transparent doors of his hospital room. It had been two days since the explosion, the affairs at the white baker were slowly getting back to normal, and as expected, the CSS had blamed the explosion on a terrorist attack. However, funds had been given to the hotel's management, and repairs had already commenced, but the people were still shaken from the incident, a couple of people had been hurt, some even worse than others, plenty were obviously still shaken, and while the repairs were still ongoing, the authorities adviced that no one visited the hotel, at least not in the mean time. Like Sunday, Paul had been badly hurt, but he responded well to treatment, a nurse had reported he even said a few words the night before, but almost immediately he slipped back into unconsciousness. The doctors assured that it hadn't been anything unusual, he had hit his head pretty hard on the ground wh
Some nurses gathered round Sunday, three of them to be exact, they mumbled a few things, none of which he could hear, or even anyone else for that matter. Then after a while, one of them left, and almost immediately after, the second nurse nodded to the last nurse, before she equally left, the remaining nurse knew what she had to do, she took one look at Sunday and then fixed her eyes on his IV, her job was simple, all she had to do, was kill him. The next minute she turned around, and it looked like she was heading for the door, when she stopped, reached in for the curtains by the doors, and pulled them over the transparent glass. With a cunning demeanor, she sashayed towards Sunday who rested helplessly on his bed. She pulled out a pair of handgloves, and fitted them perfectly onto her fingers, then she reached for a syringe, and afterwards, dipped her hand into her pocket and brought out a tiny bottle, she sucked the content of the bottle with the sy
Alice had tried figuring out a way to escape ever since they trapped her inside the room. She knew they would be back soon, or at least she hoped they would come back. She looked up at the old clock on the wall, it was riddled with cobwebs, but she could still make out the time, it was eight in the evening. For the past nine hours she hadn't seen anyone, it was almost as if no one was coming. She had tried listening for foot steps or even faint voices, but nothing. The room was dirty indeed. But there were still a few old things she could put to good use, like the cutlass she had found by the broken down cupboard for instance, or pieces from a shattered mirror, she wrapped a large piece of dirty cloth at the end of the broken mirror. That way she could hold it without cutting herself. She was ready, and whoever opened the door first, would suffer in her world of pain. Just when she thought about her plans, she heard them, footsteps, from the w
" Maybe if you hadn't been the imbeciles that you were, Sunday would already be dead by now !! " Fasting barked into the cell phone he held in his hands. " We can still catch him " the man on the other end of the line answered. " And how do you plan to do just that ?" Fasting asked again, in a less aggravated tone. " We know he's coming for you " the man answered again. " And how do you know this ? does he have my location ? " Fasting asked. " Yes, they have agent Thomas's cell phone, " the man who happened to be on the other end of the line spoke. It was Shola, and Fasting could already tell. Fasting took a deep breath, and from the way he sighed, Shola could detect his disappointment. " You had one job to do, kill Sunday and bring me that flash. Yet for some reason I haven't seen Sunday !, I haven't seen any goddamn flash !! nothing !! I mean what good is having secret agents working for you when they can't even do their freaking job proper