Sunday hid behind one of the doors in the men's toilet, but he had a clear view from there, and watched silently as Achademsi's CC's probed Reuben, who was now wearing a disguise that hid his actual appearance pretty well.
A fake moustache and a black wig that made him look like a jazz musician. The two men didn't seem to fall for his pretense and got even angrier as he continued denying ever walking in with any waitress, yet alone the waitress in question.
" Look guys " he said forcing a laugh, " if this girl is as hot as you say she is, I don't see why anyone would deny being with her, at least i know i wouldn't " he said again laughing.
At first they acted like they found what he had said amusing, and even laughed like he did, but these men didn't find his act amusing at all, and t
The crowd kept on filing into the restaurant, making it easier for Paul and his team to slidder amongst them, a few agents secured the perimeter, while some others went with Paul. Shola had been instructed to remain with the agents downstairs, but he somehow found a way inside the hotel with no one noticing, disguising himself as a waiter, that way he kept an eye on Fasting, Achademsi, and the agents who lingered in wait for the perfect moment to pounce on them. " I didn't come here just so i could eat lunch with you " Fasting said. " Oh come on old friend, when was the last time you had some fun, stretched your legs or took a break at the beach, huh ? " Sunday asked, " I say you deserve a well earned break " Sunday said, taking another drink out of his glass as he relaxed into his chair.  
" Sir, we're in position " a CSS agent dressed as a waiter answered through his mouth piece. " Down floors clear sir, " another one who waited at the park responded. " Maintain your position, " Paul answered " Fasting won't hesitate to open fire if he has even the slightest clue that we're here, stay alert " he said as he walked out through the kitchen door, rolling a trolley towards a table, where a man and his wife sat across from each other. " Your orders sir, madam " Paul said smiling, as he dropped their plates on the table, and retreated to the kitchen, " get the rifles ready, take the first clear shots you get " Paul ordered as he rolled the trolley away, " Copy that sir " They had planted sedatives in all the rifles, that way Fasting and his goons wouldn't know what hit them, they would avoid an open shoot out, and by the time they finally regained conciousness, they would already be locked in secure cells. It was a well thought out plan, with no hiccups, at
Expecting the bullets to fly any minute now, Reuben and Susan braced themselves, when all of a sudden Sunday started laughing, it started with a chuckle at first, but then it became louder, and soon attracted the attention of almost everyone seated within 15 feet of them, Susan and Reuben didn't know if that was part of Sunday's plan, but one thing they were almost sure of, was that having half the population of the restaurant focused on them would stop Fasting from shooting if he had the intention to do so, and suddenly Sunday's move made sense. " You should see your face " he said, pointing a finger at Fasting, whilsw trying to catch his breath. " Anything else sir ? " the waiter standing by Fasting suddenly asked. " You've had way too much vodka my friend " Sunday said, but the waiter sounde
Reuben hadn't stopped screaming when he felt his chord snap, it broke suddenly, leaving him falling half the height he had jumped, to a painful hard landing that would do no less damage to his body as if he were hit by a moving truck. However, luck was on his side, and he landed on the back of a truck carrying a bunch of cartons. " Urgh... urgh... urgh, " Reuben gasped, feeling his body with his hands to make sure he was still alive, he was, at least he could still count his fingers, everything felt normal, until he tried to sit up, and then heard his back snap, " owwww, oww, ow, ow, " he grimaced, and finally got down from the truck, holding on to his aching back. Sunday was right, the jump was crazy, but at least they got down before Fasting. Fasting ran out of the building suddenly, aiming the gun at anyone who came within inches of him as he headed for his car, but just as he tried to ignite the engine, he saw something flying with full force in the direction of
Reuben hadn't stopped screaming when he felt his chord snap, it broke suddenly, leaving him falling half the height he had jumped, to a painful hard landing that would do no less damage to his body as if he were hit by a moving truck. However, luck was on his side, and he landed on the back of a truck carrying a bunch of cartons. " Urgh... urgh... urgh, " Reuben gasped, feeling his body with his hands to make sure he was still alive, he was, at least he could still count his fingers, everything felt normal, until he tried to sit up, and then heard his back snap, " owwww, oww, ow, ow, " he grimaced, and finally got down from the truck, holding on to his aching back. Sunday was right, the jump was crazy, but at least they got down before Fasting. Fasting ran out of the building suddenly, aiming the gun at an
" 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
Alice couldn't help but feel disturbed at the fact that they were at someone else's house yet again, their presence in the house of their host obviously threatened the man life, as they were still being chased by Fasting and the CSS. Sunday had tried to make her understand in the shortest and fastest way he possibly could, he didn't want her to feel like she was the reason why this man's life would be threatened. He had said a few things, how the man had been his mmentor and a true friend when he had joined the CSS, Cornelius had always been someone Sunday looked up to, he had every reason to follow Cornelius's instruction, after all Cornelius was the reason why he had joined the CSS in the first place.
Cornelius was a well to do man, despite having retired from his previous position as an agent of the CSS years ago, he was still very fit and lived quite a fairly comfortable life with his wife and twin daughters. Cheryl and Constance, beautiful bright young girls, they weren't exactly the spitting image of their father, but what they lacked in appearance, they made up to him in complexion and wit. Cornelius loved his family, and he cared about them more than he did himself, there wasn't a successful CSS agent alive who was without enemies, and enemies always preyed on the weaknesses of their adversaries. But Cornelius was smart enough to send them to a secure place, before his enemies could get to them. He had hesitated initially to part with them, but after the attempt to kidnap
If memories served her right, Alice knew this wasn't the first time she was meeting this particular police officer, he had seen the fight between Sunday and the other agents, and tried to intervene. Which would have cost him his life had he not been a good fighter on his own. He managed to fight off some of the agents, taking his fair share of significant blows of course, but luckily he hadn't been shot, however he wasn't so lucky to dodge the gun that hammered against the back of his head suddenly, and made him lose conciousness. Alice knew she had to have seen him somewhere, the only question now was where exactly.
Thud ! thud! thud! thud ! Sunday could hear them coming, hard footsteps pounding against the floor as the men approached the room where he hid with Alice. Sunday wasn't sure exactly how many they were, but by the sound of their footsteps, he could say roughly ten to fifteen. Well armed, well trained. He had been hiding out with Alice in the house ever since he almost died of the wounds he got when Fasting shot him. It has been three days already, and ever since then they had stayed low. Sunday knew he wouldn't be able to hide for too long, sooner or later the agency would track him down, Thomas and Shola were traitors who worked with Fasting, with their help Fasting would get to him in no time.
The last thing Sunday remembered before he passed out was Alice trying to keep him conscious, he thought he would've died that night, he hoped he had died, at least then he would be free from the guilt of having disappointed his sister everytime. Yes, Fasting was still alive, and once again Sunday had failed. With the help of agent Thomas and Shola, Fasting had escaped, Reuben as well as Susan had been shot, and no one knew if they were still alive. Sunday had been able to take the bullet intended for Alice, and it had almost killed him. However he was far from dead.
Alice had felt like someone dropped the weight of the world on her shoulders the moment she saw the video of her mother, father and brother being gagged and beaten by Fasting's thugs. Fasting had threatened to kill them before, but they had been able to escape before he could do anything, at least with that Alice's heart could rest easy, even though she had no idea where they had escaped to, she was content and hopeful, praying they would all be fine. Anywhere is a better option than being held hostage with little or no chances of survival. Last she heard about them, they had been lucky enough to run into one of her uncles who was a military personnel, at least with him and his squad protecting her family, they were safe for now. &
" What are you even saying ? " Alice asked, staring at Sunday as if he had said something outrageous, he seemed fully aware of just how ridiculous he had sounded just now, because he didn't say a word in his defense. " You are still hurt, " Alice said, rising to her feet she glared at Sunday, " the agency is still after you, Fasting is after you, we don't even know where Reuben and Susan could be, we don't even know if they're still alive, you can't just run off knowing about all of this . " Alice said again, trying her best to reason with Sunday. Sunday fell speechless hearing Alice's words, he knew her words proved true all too well. Judging from their present situation, as well as the threat that lied in wait, going outside was suicide. They
Alice rested her head on the bed where Sunday slept, she had fallen asleep a while ago, but it was already morning, she hadn't been able to get much sleep, truly, she had barely gotten any sleep at all. Taking the bullet out of Sunday's chest was an ordeal, the biggest and most dangerous thing Alice had ever done in her entire life. There was so much blood, so much pain, so many things that could go wrong, Alice was no doctor, the only thing she knew about bullets wounds if she knew at all, was that they bled a lot, they put you in a world of excruciating pain, and yes, they are impossible to look at. But somehow she had overcome that fear of blood and managed to pull out the bullet from Sunday, he would live . Sunday clearly was no stranger to bullet wounds, he had the scars to show for them, forget scars, he
Blood trailed behind them as they dragged along the dark, silent road. Sunday had been badly hurt, and the longer his wounds stayed untreated the more chances were of him bleeding to death. If it had been during the day or even in the brighter hours of the evening, they might've seen someone willing to help them. But it wasn't early, it was late, dark and as quiet as a grave yard. Alice tried her best to help Sunday get help, and hopefully get away from the goons that were after them, she looked behind her several times, nothing was in sight, the darkness like a blanket had covered it all. Even if anyone had been there, she wouldn't have been able to see them.