He was about to drop the phone, when the screen lit up with yet another incoming call, It was his Mom.As expected, she asked just to be reassured, if he was still indoors, after which he cleared her doubts, and then she had gone on to reemphasize almost all the discussions held in the morning, perhaps she thought he completely lack a retentive memory, Ryker waited impatiently for her to hang up. And finally, He dropped the phone on the couch besides him, picked up the remote control from the surface of the midget-sized table, and switched between channels with the intention to watch an action~confrontation combat show, Luckily for him, he found one without much ado. He settled for one of his favorites movie "Wild Card" showing on TNT, He was glad to have tuned in quite on time, couldn't wait for that scene where the dialogue goes thus: Nick Wild: I've been knocked down, blown up, lied to, shit on, and shot at. So nothing surprises me much anymore, except the things that peopl

Mr. Fred shook off the interestingly curious countenance on his face immediately, "Alright, Good." He said, "Tell your mom, we are off to RepNosh's." *RepNosh...!* He was surprised as it re-echoed in his mind.Ryker was surprised to hear they were off to RepNosh, for the fact that Ryker would not have prognosticate that. But he was even more excited to finally get the chance to explore the world outside, with the infatuation that he is going to stroll out at last, He took some frenetic steps marching towards his mom's room door before seeing her come out of the laundry and headed for the kitchen, he called out to her."Hey, Mom." "Son?" She replied."Mr. Fred said to tell you we are off to RepNosh." He gushed hurriedly and turned to go meet Jane's dad in the sitting room. "Oh really?" He heard his mom say but he has got to the sitting room already, so he shouted."Yeahhh," In a bid to give her a response, unintentionally interrupting Mr. Fred's discussions with Riley and

The silver pickup truck came to a stop on Randolph's Blvd, in the front of Hartley's yard as someone could be seen alighting from a vehicle. "Ryker, you know... I'm always busy these days. Oftentimes, I'm away with the Chief on some affairs, and sometimes on his behalf.But, you have my contact, if you need anything or you have any questions or information that you think should reach me, do not hesitate to message me or call me, even..."Mr. Fred Maureen had said to Ryker as he decelerated.Now, as the sleek, silver-surfaced groundbreaking Toyota pickup truck pulled up beside the road, Ryker alighted.With his pizza package, he closed the door, and came around till he was standing by the driver's side, his adjacency to Mr. Fred was obstructed by the car door; "Umm... Thank you!"He said almost perfunctorily, and turned to go."You can come around tomorrow afternoon or evening, Jane will be home by then, or..." He shrugged, " well, that is if you want to, anyway..."Ryker cut in, "Ye

Out of fury, the lucky gangsters charge at Ryker like a bull at the gate, blinded by the assurance of easy victory. Hetz, the fastest of them, takes the lead as the six rush towards him with rage, shouting and rumbling like medieval soldiers at war.Ryker huffs and change his stance instantly, steeling himself ready for the clash. (With such speed he's approaching, his swaying balance could only allow him to throw either a lead hook or a cross punch) He predicted. With the legendary orthodox boxing stance, Ryker takes five quick backwards steps due to the speed with which Hetz lunges furiously towards him, Ryker watched him closely, and suddenly crouches a little allowing the impacts of his punch wave off over him. Complementing Hetz ruthless efforts, Ryker deposits a fierce left hook to his ribs that sends an electric wave to his body system. Followed by a straight sharp jab to his chest, affecting his sternum, Ryker braces himself with two menacing to steps, pummeling Hetz wit

"I couldn't believe my eyes at first, but fortunately, it wasn't a dream.I ate, and I took home for Granny.The following day, I met him where he had told me I could find him when we discussed.He looked at me and said, 'Don't you have better clothing?What is this you're wearing?''I don't,' I replied.'You should get some,' he told me. 'Did you not like new and neat clothing that will make you look smart?' 'I... I do, I do. Thanks. Thank you!' I responded gratefully.I was expecting him to stretch forth those generous hands of his again, but he walked up to me, his budding benevolent countenance morphed into an unpromising coarse voice. 'What?! You think I am a philanthropist, or some dumbass altruistic angel?If you want something, you take it.That's what I do. See the foodstuffs you got yesterday, I stole 'em.These clothes on me... I stole 'em.See you barefooted, most of my shoes... I stole 'em! I don't have to wait for some inconsiderate dominant pig to get what I want ne