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Red Ink A place to Start
RED INKEP 24: A place to start••~~Peter's Point Of View~~ When he was told by his uncle that she had stood him up, he laughed over the phone at him. "Must be the one I am looking for, don't you think uncle?" His uncle hissed on the receiver's end. "I have never met anyone so rude to elders!" He hissed again. "Anyway, when are you coming to see me? You are acting like you are busy these days." Peter relaxed in his chair, crossing his legs on the table and scratched his head. "I don't act like I am busy. I AM busy." "Find time out to come see me." "I don't know uncle, I don't think it will be anytime soon." "Yah!" His uncle yelled. "Yoi don't have time to come see me but you have time to go on a blind date with a woman?!" "Well..." "You are full of excuses these days! If you don't come to see me, I will come to see you. Infact, don't worry. You may see me in your house next week. Jerk!" Peter laughed. "I know.""Anyway, her father told her to go to the opera ho
Red Ink A Place to Start 2
RED INKEP 25: A Place to Start•• The hard pitter patter of the rain on the concrete flooring was considered a stop to activities for the day. Nobody would want to enter such a weather to get to where they were going, except that place was home. Peter with his violin bag strapped at his back and his hands in his pockets looked up at the sky like a child who was excited to receive a candy for a job well done. It was always that time of the year, let the season do its job. Linda stood beside him. "It has started raining...again."Peter smiled. "Let it shine. It is its season afterall, and it comes with a lot of cold."She was mesmerized by his endearing personality to act without pretence as he pleased on a first date. And though that was a characteristic she admired, the wide smile on his face and the excitement on it captivated her more. When he turned to look at her, the light in his eyes—it sparkled like crystals in a blocked cave. "What do you say, Linda Springdam?" He asked.
Red Ink Who dares to start a fomentation?
RED INKEP 26: Who dares to start a fomentation?••The big padlock was a solid steel which looked new compared to the chain rounded at the handle of the iron gates. He struggled with the lock as the key appeared bent. He managed to manoeuvre the keylock, removing the chain and closing it back. "Fucking hell! Fucking hell!" He cursed. Behind him came two big guys, taller than him with two inches. They were cladded in a black leather jacket, black beanies and black boots. In their hands, they were each holding an AR-15 with leather gloves on their hands. They each had a headlamp around their heads. They both looked around in confusion, raising their guns up to survey the premises. "Boss?" The one with a balbo beard, nicknamed Deathrow, asked with confusion on his face. He feared that he was followed. "What's up?" "Lock the gates!" Diggy furiously dropped the chain, leaving it on the ground for them to pick up, walking away towards the PEN. The rain was falling heavily and Diggy was
Red Ink You know I am no Angel, nor Devil
RED INKEP 27: You know I am no Angel, nor Devil•• Linda despite having had a wonderful evening was exhausted, and she didn't know why. To make it even worse, she had a very busy schedule the next day.She sat in her bath tub thinking about the work she would be doing tomorrow, it was going to be another hectic day. She had meetings with her group and other organizers, she wouldn't have time for herself. At this moment, she just wished she had someone assisting her with her work. She sighed. Around the edges of her tub were small fragrant candles that smelled of strawberry and cherry. The water was foamy to her skin. She looked at the foams and raised her leg up, admiring the bubbles. Some times, she found herself deviating in thoughts, thinking about her earlier date this evening. He was famous for opera and yet she never knee about it. She wasn't surprised because she definitely hated opera. But, thinking back to that night at the opera house, watching him perform was not that bo
Red Ink Disposition
RED INKEP 28: Disposition• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • ~~~~ Fred's point of view~~~His motorcycle was a tough zandor 880 with over 1000cc and could travel sixty miles per hour. He chose this cruiser because it was light weight and was very practical. The lamps in front of it were dim because he made it so. His eyes needed to do the seeing and any light could put his target on watch. He brought out his firearm, it was a glock 48, 9 millimeter; and he had two, the other was in his front pocket on his lap , in his black cargo pants. He wore a black face cap over his head, a black mask over his nose and mouth. He was wearing a radio transmitter earphones on before removing it and tucking it in his cargo pants. He was by the bush, where he had parked hsi car the previous night, and just as he thought, someone else was here. It wasn't their plan for it to go this way, but then, this person could also lead them to who they wanted. He had watched a fire build up in t
Red Ink Hold my Disposition
RED INKEP 29: Hold my Disposition•• Sai sat down in her bed, drinking the little soup that was bought for her by Clara. It was goat meat soup boiled together with mushrooms and basil, which added a tender taste to its consistency. It was satisfying her craving. Though she still had drip fixed to her hand, she was feeling better, too well. Her bodyguards had been well fed by Clara who saw the need to get them meals to eat while they were here at the hospital, since they couldn't leave their posts. Now Clara had gone out again, to get them their third meal of the day. It's been two days since she was awake and Dillion had not come to see her. What was happening? Griggs stated that he would come when he was ready to but she just wasn't prepared to be left suspended like this. She drank her last drop of soup from the plate, Crux who seemed to be the most sympathetic one among them helped her with her plate, by placing it on the fridge. "Thank you...C-ruz?" "Crux." He corrected, g
Red Ink Where two roads shall meet
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •....wherever you see Dilion, there you will find Griggs; and wherever Damian is, there is also Fred. Declan is a solo walker...a man of seclusion.....and there are many of us...many too identical...••RED INKEP 30: Where two roads shall meet•• When Doctor Hither entered her VIP room, he could sense the tension in the atmosphere, but he was also one to convey a distracted appearance when needed be. He had been Sairham's Doctor since the day she arrived in the Shaft's mansion, so he could say they were more than acquaintances. They couldn't discard each other. The first day he treated her, she was a victim of drowning. Griggs was the one who carried her to a small town hospital where she was treated. (He guessed she didn't know that, even now.) Later on, she was transferred to the Shaft's mansion where she was treated specially by doctor Hither. He had done major checkup on her and she seemed to be in good health which also surprised him.
Red Ink Where two roads shall meet 2
RED INKEP 31: Where two roads shall meet•• When Aurora turned to look at the exiting back of Dillion, she was surprised to find that Griggs was also there. She looked at them both from head to their feet, assessing their clothings and shoes. When Dillion passed by her, he smelt of coconut oil and lavender. Why does that fragrance seem familiar? She was very sure she had perceived it somewhere before. Or was it not the same night he had come up to hand her Lorin's purse that she captured that fragrance? Why was he acting oblivious of the fact that they had met before? All these questions kept playing in her head. They were at the door when Hither asked Dillion, "Will you be taking the chopper?"Dillion stopped without looking back and replied, "As always." "Won't you make an appearance?" Hither asked again. Dillion smiled and said, "No." And with that, he walked out of the office to an opposite direction that Aurora could swear an entrance didn't exist in. Their shoes making tip
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Red Ink A NEED TO ATTACH
RED INK EP 35: A NEED TO ATTACH ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Why did you do that?" William asked as he took over the driver's seat, while Alexis slid into the passenger's seat. They both closed their doors and fastened their seatbelts. Alexis looked to the road ahead and then to William. "Do what?" William scoffed. "Really? Since when has asking people what they think personally been part of our investigatiions?" "Since when was it ruled out that it couldn't be part of our investigations?" William was lost for words. "B-but.." "Just drive. Alright?" "As your partner, you have to carry me along. I was at a loss in the middle of the whole questions fiasco I thought we were beginning to play house." Alexis smiled. Without saying anything more, William put on the ignition and started the engine of their black Camry car, placed his gear on drive and accelerated. Like he thought, it seemed they were not demoted down to Crookville afterall.When they began to drive at an averge speed after pas
Red Ink A REWARD BACKWARDS
RED INKEPISODE 35: A reward backwards ...... ....SO... Diggy Jones is Matrix and Bricks is the scarred man? Just someone who knows his way around the Underworld. And Bricks who happens to be not so bright affterall, has decided to put himself in harms way to protect the real Diggy Jones, who happens to be Matrix: the mastermind behind the death of the Dedutch family. It seems Matrix was not after the properties of the Dedutch, so what was he after? What did he gain from plotting the deaths of the Dedutch family aside from their properties and wealths? It seems the hierarchy of the underworld is shifting and yet no one knows till today who the LORD of the underworld is. Many have come to claim it, using it for business proposals, using it to save face, to gain recognition and whatnot? if only they knew who it was... if only...It's been two years since the incident, and I have got nothing to implicate him yet, if only he is
Red Ink A predicted happenstance
RED INKEp 34: A predicted happenstance•• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • ••"Miss Linda?" Greg called to her. He was standing half way into the quarter, half of his body showing from between the door like a child peeking into a room. He knew just where exactly to find her.She looked at him from the corner of her eyes as she puffed smoke into the air. This was her second cigarette and some how, it had cooled her nerves down. "Yes? I thought I said for no one to disturb my private time?"Greg didn't know if she was having dementia, but she surely said nothing of such. She did say that she wanted the lawyer and Adam in her office though. That was far from being alone. "There is someone here to see you." He said."Can't the person wait?""Um...I don't think he can."She turned full view to face him. "And who is this VIP person that can not wait?""Mr Spencer's uncle, Mr Dumber." He said. Linda's eyes contracted when she heard the name. The elderly man she stood up the other day? What
Red Ink A bunch of Spontaneous Representations
RED INKEP 33: A bunch of Spontaneous Representations•• When she arrived for the meeting as planned, everywhere was silent as a chapel where congregation prayed in silent, no noise, no instruments, no movement. But that atmosphere was good for early morning preparations, it kept someone's thought processes sane. She was taking all her effort to discipline herself not to go smoke before the meeting began; she was having a little bit of withdrawal itch, using all she could muster because she didn't want to start the day by smoking cigarettes. She opened her laptop and busied herself by going through the presentation one more time before the actual meeting would commence. Sitting by her left hand side was Diana who had a bored expression on her face, always turning her hand and checking her wrist watch for time. Diana sighed. "Why did we have to be here so early?" She asked. Without riveting her eyes from her laptop's screen, Linda asked, "Why are you complaining? You were the
Red Ink Where two roads shall meet and pieces begin to form
Dillion's love was Sairham, a woman of grace, intelligence, a woman who was a living contrast to his heated nature, claimed by struggle and unwillingness...... Damian's love interest was a man... a man who was willing to walk his world with him, a man who was as deadly as he was, who complimented him in all he did......and Declan...well Declan was a solo walker...a man of Seclusion...or was he not...?•...and we are many...many too identical... Red ink. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ • • • • • • • • • • • • • • ••RED INKEP 32: Where two roads shall meet and pieces begin to form.•• When Hither walked her to the elevator, he stopped and told her, "When you go downstairs, do not speak to anyone that you were at the top floor. No one. Not even to people outside of the hospital work force. Are we in accord?" Aurora nodded. "Noted." "Once you get down, you go straight to my office and wait for me there." "Are you not coming down?" He shook his head. "Not yet. I forgot I had somethin
Red Ink Where two roads shall meet 2
RED INKEP 31: Where two roads shall meet•• When Aurora turned to look at the exiting back of Dillion, she was surprised to find that Griggs was also there. She looked at them both from head to their feet, assessing their clothings and shoes. When Dillion passed by her, he smelt of coconut oil and lavender. Why does that fragrance seem familiar? She was very sure she had perceived it somewhere before. Or was it not the same night he had come up to hand her Lorin's purse that she captured that fragrance? Why was he acting oblivious of the fact that they had met before? All these questions kept playing in her head. They were at the door when Hither asked Dillion, "Will you be taking the chopper?"Dillion stopped without looking back and replied, "As always." "Won't you make an appearance?" Hither asked again. Dillion smiled and said, "No." And with that, he walked out of the office to an opposite direction that Aurora could swear an entrance didn't exist in. Their shoes making tip
Red Ink Where two roads shall meet
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •....wherever you see Dilion, there you will find Griggs; and wherever Damian is, there is also Fred. Declan is a solo walker...a man of seclusion.....and there are many of us...many too identical...••RED INKEP 30: Where two roads shall meet•• When Doctor Hither entered her VIP room, he could sense the tension in the atmosphere, but he was also one to convey a distracted appearance when needed be. He had been Sairham's Doctor since the day she arrived in the Shaft's mansion, so he could say they were more than acquaintances. They couldn't discard each other. The first day he treated her, she was a victim of drowning. Griggs was the one who carried her to a small town hospital where she was treated. (He guessed she didn't know that, even now.) Later on, she was transferred to the Shaft's mansion where she was treated specially by doctor Hither. He had done major checkup on her and she seemed to be in good health which also surprised him.
Red Ink Hold my Disposition
RED INKEP 29: Hold my Disposition•• Sai sat down in her bed, drinking the little soup that was bought for her by Clara. It was goat meat soup boiled together with mushrooms and basil, which added a tender taste to its consistency. It was satisfying her craving. Though she still had drip fixed to her hand, she was feeling better, too well. Her bodyguards had been well fed by Clara who saw the need to get them meals to eat while they were here at the hospital, since they couldn't leave their posts. Now Clara had gone out again, to get them their third meal of the day. It's been two days since she was awake and Dillion had not come to see her. What was happening? Griggs stated that he would come when he was ready to but she just wasn't prepared to be left suspended like this. She drank her last drop of soup from the plate, Crux who seemed to be the most sympathetic one among them helped her with her plate, by placing it on the fridge. "Thank you...C-ruz?" "Crux." He corrected, g
Red Ink Disposition
RED INKEP 28: Disposition• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • ~~~~ Fred's point of view~~~His motorcycle was a tough zandor 880 with over 1000cc and could travel sixty miles per hour. He chose this cruiser because it was light weight and was very practical. The lamps in front of it were dim because he made it so. His eyes needed to do the seeing and any light could put his target on watch. He brought out his firearm, it was a glock 48, 9 millimeter; and he had two, the other was in his front pocket on his lap , in his black cargo pants. He wore a black face cap over his head, a black mask over his nose and mouth. He was wearing a radio transmitter earphones on before removing it and tucking it in his cargo pants. He was by the bush, where he had parked hsi car the previous night, and just as he thought, someone else was here. It wasn't their plan for it to go this way, but then, this person could also lead them to who they wanted. He had watched a fire build up in t
