Chapter Seventy

"Baba, he's not picking his calls." OJ said to Screw who was adjusted on the armless cowhide seat.

"What could be the explanation?" Screw asked in the wake of sitting up, a note of earnestness sounded in his voice.

"Perhaps they are in another gathering. He will hit us up at the earliest opportunity." OJ guaranteed.

"OK, we ought to… " Screw was saying when Little jumped into the spot looking upset. "Little!" Screw restricted his look.

"What's wrong?" OJ asked, giving Little a looking through look.

Little stayed tranquil and continued to gasp until Coded strolled in. He took a look at his telephone which was in OJ's grasp and collapsed his arms.

"Baba!" Coded hailed as he continued towards Screw straightforwardly, OJ gave way for him to pass.

"Coded, what's up? Your face looks major areas of strength for excessively a decent night like this." Screw said tongue in cheek and half serious. Coded halted directly before him and stood like a warrior.

"Baba, there's a little issue o."

"What