2023-05-27 15:23:08“How many minutes left?” Ben questioned, “Just five boss, we’ll be there in five.” answered the diver. Shipment had just docked in Korea, they were down the south coast to pick up the payment.
Reuben seemed tensed and Ben noticed. “ feel something isn’t right, like why the south? We never made payments there.” Reuben retorted, letting his worries get to his head. But Ben thought, why the south, it could be an ambush?Recently, the Koreans have tried to take them out of the market by buying shipment twice more than others and reselling with a different label. Be cautious! A stern warning ringed in his head.Taking caution they corked their mini guns, and stashed right in the middle of the waist and the hips gripped by their trousers. Breath in, breath out, there they were Lin and Wu, the Tang brothers of the Tang dynasty. They were their buyers from the beginning and invested a fortune in this business.“There, five million in cash,” handing two black, leather briefcases, “the rest 15 million will be sent as soon as we land in Korea” retorted Wu. But something was off, Li was too glued to the right briefcase, his hand was pocketed like he was holding something.What’s that blinking thing, wait is that a… “Bomb!”, Reuben screamed. Ben immediately threw the briefcase and just then Li pressed the detonator. Boom! An explosion followed throwing everyone close as far as 5 meters from where they were.“Aaaah! Shit this Koreans trying to kill us…Damn!” Reuben screeched. Ben sensed something was off, what in the world! Reuben was bleeding, a stray glass had pierced his chest.Cross fires were exchanged as Ben tried to drag Reuben into the car. “Kill them and burn the car.”, the Tang brothers ordered, as they drove off in a Black, German made Bentley.They were outnumbered, five to one, Ben knew one misstep game over, his six feet under. First was saving his brother, he was bleeding, and a lot. “Where are the keys?” He cursed searching his dead driver, slaughtered by a stray glass through his neck. “Cling! Here they are,” the keys were on the torso of the driver, opening the door Ben pushed the driver out and just then a grenade fell two feet close.“Grenade!” Reuben cried out, out of instinct Ben threw the drivers’ body on the grenade and then, splat! The corpse was sent flying across with it’s insides blown out. Vroom! “Yes!” Ben sighed glad the engine started and foot on the gas and hand on the gear Ben drove for dear life.“Stay down! Reuben, they’re shooting like maniacs.” Ben authoritatively commanded Reuben whose white shirt was soaking with blood. “Shoot them!” Henchmen shouted at each other shooting stray bullets right through Ben’s car. Flee now or die trying, like some psychopath race driver, Ben drove maniacally through the commotion and into the oblique.After around a km, they lost the commotion and chaos. “No! Hold on brother!” Ben cried as he saw his brother fighting for his life, hurry Ben or his dead, this daunted him. Five minutes later, Ben screeched as he drove recklessly into the hospital.Onto a stretcher, a dripper in his arm, the nurses and doctors rushed Reuben to the intensive care unit. And tick tock, the race was on to save his life. “Sorry sir you have to stay out.” The head nurse retorted kindly, Ben who seemed frightened, afraid, will he die?. Why didn’t you listen, he told you, he dies it is all you, you hear, you killed Reuben! This guilt gnawed his consciousness.He broke down in tears, it’s true, his ignorance brought this to him, it’s all Ben. Fingers crossed Ben prayed and just then the doctor came out his gloves soaked in blood. “You are lucky you brought him on time, a minute late he would have been a dead man.” The doctor thanked Ben.Hugging the doctor, kneeling down, Ben broke down in tears of joy, he will make it, he consoled himself. After an hour, his brother was stable, relieved of the daunting guilt, Ben sought for a breather. What better palace than the top, the soothing breeze the beautiful view, it’s all he needed.Up the roof, Ben was letting his thoughts out, smoking his cigarette with gladness. But what was that, was he going to jump? Ben neared and saw a male like figure nearing the edge of the building.“Hey you, what are you doing?” Ben asked as he neared and the man neared the edge. “Hey stop, No don’t do it, hey, no! Don’t ju…
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This man who saved him, who made him the man he is from the immature boy he was boy, who made him be the living example of from rags to riches, at this moment he had the guts to brush this away and end his messiah without skipping a beat, without no hesitation, without remorse in his heart. But the countless death toll proved he had no heart, proved that yarn in his head had killed the man and made him the vessel of chaos and pain, the man died ages ago only demons floated inside his shell. Staring at him like his previous victims he increased the weight on his finger, the pressure on the trigger till eventually… “Click!”, is this broken, he wounded scanning the death tool in hand to confirm his suspicions. No bullets, the magazine was empty the echo sounded, but why, he wondered, he was lost by the turn of events like why threaten his sister with an unloaded gun, did he love her? Were they together? All these filled the gaps but still it couldn’t make the full sentence. As he tucked
Crossfire
“Faster.” He cursed, even with a HeadStart Brian managed to catchup to his men and out pass them, “You good for guns only, your feet are mere Pinocchio sticks.” He rebuked them highlighting the facts in comparison to the mahogany fragile softwood barks he assumed built Pinocchio. But he was right, upper wise, they had bulging muscles, chisel shapes, but down, their legs were low on stamina, speed and toughness, he now understood why women complained about the bed performance of men with mishandled, unmaintained, let loose legs “Pathetic!”, he cursed boosting himself onwards without the excuse of a team behind him. “Wait.” He paused, there was something odd, it took him ten minutes to notice the behavior, they were running in circles, the ten minutes he marked the direction he went and noticed the mushroom he passed moments ago, the dying tree he tripped on, the baby sticker one of his men dropped from his SMG, “Shit!” he cursed his men arriving at the same time he dawned this. “Let’s
The Barian Ghosts
The ghosts of the Barian ancestry they called the haunted abandoned chapel. Years ago, it was told of the story, carried from mouth to mouth on the man who was chased away from the house of whom they called the Messiah, how evil overpowered good. The month of giving, it was the month priests fattened themselves on the offerings of their congregation, “For charity.”, they preached though it was their bellies fundraised to meet their gluttonous needs. Amongst them was a believer, from his ancestors, the line of grand parents to the first man, he believed that this chapel was the house of the supreme being, “Father!”, he would pray every day, before dawn and hours after dusk he would recite. Barian he was named after his birth right ceremony, his parents were of the tradition and of the foreign religion, rich in spirit and wisdom but their richest was the grassed thatched dome rooftop, their cubical shelter they called home, and like true religionists they were satisfied. Barian like hi
Secrets unveiled
“Not much time… this condition may be permanent I’m afraid.”, the doctor dropped the disheartening news, “he may live with it but it will grow at a slow rate so maybe till his eighties will it be the size of a tumor.”, he concluded tying the note on his death receipt. His immature stupid decisions brought this condition, this unexplainable criticality, he recalled his struggles blinded by the love for his sister that he paid no attention to his own. In his initial hell life, when his sister was admitted amidst his scuffles and struggles for money, he attempted to rob the grocery saleswoman down the alley. He had planned everything knowing his sister’s bill was due the next day, he was aware of his victim’s behaviors, “First the fruits… then the wooden boards…” his scanning paused, “…Yes then the money.”, he gladdened his self, locked on the purse, its insides were unknown but it clinked with each swing. Starting his speed from far, he burst his left hand stretched as he neared his v
Blood is Thicker
“Who am I fighting for?” he questioned angrily, his brutal side took over, his left both hands roughly clutched on her bloodied white shirt, “I said who do I fight for!” he screeched this time colluding her with the wall, her spine was at its limit, her body enough of the brutality. As she gathered the last of her energy to answer the simple question, her last question, she recalled the ordeal, how her so called husband assaulted her beyond humane reasoning. “How will I tell him?” she tensed, after she gathered herself from her drowning self she called a cab, boarded, paid and with no instructions she told the driver, “Drive.”, in a light weak voice. “He will know eventually better I tell him myself.”, she reasoned, still healing on the sudden blunder she just did her thoughts were in a whirlpool of confusion, “But will he understand? I’m his wife he will have to.” She consoled herself again, “I’m more valuable than her sister.” She bragged amidst the torment, this courage braved her
Madman
“When will you be back?” she asked half conscious, “Soon.” He answered hesitantly, how could he answer something not even he knew the answer, a year, a decade, a day, he had no clue, al he knew was the only way out was through that door and once he was out, he was closing the one behind him till… well till forever he guessed. Forever was limited though, after a month or so she was released from hospital and like all alone women out there with tycoon brothers she was moved in the remote west of the island where few people lived the conditions unlike the rest of the island were dry, hot and desert like in some seasons. There with a built home courtesy of her brother, she began small growth development, visiting the upper region more warm than hot she ventured in the weaving sector, then gaining the skills the salon department within her lifespan of her youth she had enough skill to make her self-employed, an employed or an entrepreneur, she just had to choose. Ben and Brian took care o
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