"How dare you talk to grandfather like that?" Samuel shouted as he stood and started walking towards Tyson. "He's your grandfather and not mine and this is my house. And you guys have overstayed your welcome. Now, get out," Tyson said still not moving from where he was standing. "Kent, get him," the old man said and the bodyguard who had been itching to beat up Tyson since the moment they arrived there cracked his knuckles as he looked at Tyson with a sinister smile. Samantha screamed when she saw that. She loved her husband and she wouldn't want to see any harm come to him. She jumped at Tyson and hugged him preventing the man from hitting Tyson and something unbelievable happened. The man, Kent, didn't care if Tyson was holding Samantha. He threw a fist at Tyson and as Tyson held Samantha to his chest with his left hand, he blocked and held Kent's fist before it could even come near them. "It's okay baby. I will be okay. Go and sit," Tyson said and at the same time, the sounds
Tyson walked back in the house after making sure that the Carter patriarch and his filthy grandson left his compounds so composed that he looked like he had just come from sleep. He didn't look like the man who had just dismantled five men. He took his phone from his pants pocket and dialed a number then put the phone to his ear. "Who let the Carters into my home? You had clear instructions not to," he said and listened for a while. "Tell him I want him back in headquarters for punishment. Get someone to clean the blood in the house too," he said and hang up. That's when he looked up and everyone eyes were on him. They were looking at him like a God reincarnate. "What's wrong?" He asked because to him, this was normal. He had forgotten that the only violence these people knew was mostly verbal like the way Susan was. They had never witnessed a man beat up five man and break bones like it was child's play. He also was able to move out of a bullet's way. How fast was he? "Ty... T
"Tara, baby, open for daddy," Tyson had already taken Samantha in their room and he left her taking a bath and came to take Tara. He wanted to bath her and take her downstairs to help her grandmother prepare supper as he talked to his wife. He didn't want to go to bed that night without clearing things up with Samantha. The fact that she had not said anything was very worrying. "Daddy! Daddy, come and see," Tara opened the door with such enthusiasm that Tyson's heart was affected and for a moment, he forgot the storm that was wrecking havoc in his heart. "What is it baby?" he asked as he allowed her to pull him into the room. "Look at the castle I have built for Sofia the first. It's beautiful daddy, isn't it?" She asked with a beaming smile as she looked for approval. Tyson found her cute because she had just lost her two upper incisors just the week before and thus, her scissorless smile looked adorable."Oh, it's really beautiful," he said and then pointed at the back of the l
When the police, or should we say former, superitendant gave Tyson and his group the information they needed, they were able to plant one of them in the group of the girl who were being transported the following day as they had been told. They had also started tailing the police boss because they knew that there was no way such a huge criminal gang was running in his city without his knowledge. That same day, their girl was collected just hanging around the Top Five Club and when they realised that the girl seemed lost and kept calling a number that wasn't being picked, as usual, they sent someone who was able to 'lure' her into the club. What they were banking on was following her because they had put a GPRS tracker on her. But what they didn't bank on was these girls getting drugged to unconsciousness and being scanned. Thus Starla, as was her pseudonym in the documents that were found on her, was nowhere to be found. The plan was simple: follow Starla using the tracker and eve
"You have such a smooth skin. You are so beautiful girl. You know that?" Wasp said as he caressed her face. She felt like killing him then and there but she had to exercise caution. She needed to feign innocence until she found out enough before she brought the whole team in. "But tell me Starla, what was that thing below your armpit? It had been implanted there," he asked slowly as he combed through her long wavy hair with his huge ugly fingers. "It... Sir... it," she whimpered as if she wasn't comfortable with what he was doing but the look he gave her made her continue albeit unwillingly. "It was a birth control implant. We were taken to a hospital before we came here by the organisation. They said that it was for security measures because we couldn't get pregnant until our contracts expired," she explained and he nodded. "Did you ever need it?" The Wasp asked again and this time, his hands were roaming round her breasts. She tried coiling but he straightened her and she grit
"Boss, what do we do about Star? It has been two weeks. Do you think she is okay?" Jordan asked one day while they were in the headquarters. It had been two weeks since Star was taken and they hadn't heard anything from her. "It breaks my heart to see that you ain't have faith in your teammates. She is okay. She has been through worse. Until she activates the last alarm, then believe that she is okay," Tyson said and that earned him a chuckle from Clara. "Do you even have a heart to be broken boss?" She asked with a laugh and that earned her a look that made her wish she had kept her mouth shut. "Continue making noise here while you are supposed to be with my wife. If anything happens to her, I will have you for dinner," he said and at that, Clara trembled. She had been with this boss of theirs for six years now. Even when he was younger than this, he was the most feared soldier in the regiment. She didn't doubt that she would be cooked and being cooked would be being shown mercy
Jordan was in the headquarters, as usual, coordinating everything. He heard a beep on his iPad and ran to check. There, on the screen was a red dot with a name hovering above it in green: Starla. He smiled and sat down with a heavy sigh. Finally. He could breath easy. It was not that he didn't believe that she was okay, it was that no one knew what could happen in these missions. They had lost a few of their comrades and since theirs was a small close knit organisation with less than a hundred members each time, it always hit home when they lost one of them. The last time they lost a moment was last year during their Iraqi mission. They were trailing a drug lord who was also supplying ammunition and guns to terrorists in Africa. They had followed the trail up to Dubai and then to Iraqi where during the siege, one of them had stepped on a live land mine and the enemy camp discovered it and detonated the mine before the man could disarm it. They were later able to retrieve what was
"Oh, my God! The things I do for the Regiment! A good thing is that I love my job," Starla said as they drove away from the club. "We were worried about you when you went for two weeks without communication. Good thing you are okay," one of the men who was seated at the back of the vehicle with her said. "I've been lost longer than that and you know it. Anyway, I couldn't rush. I had to wait and get as much info as I could. I also had to pretend to be Del Campo who is worried about the mother she hasn't seen in two years. A good thing the money went to the orphanage," she said and laughed at that. "Guys, we need to tell the boss what's happening," the one driving said. "Yeah, let's get to the hotel first," Starla said and they kept mum, each thinking of their own things. They got to the hotel room 'the foreigner' had booked to stay in and once they were settled, they called the boss. It wasn't him who received the call but Jordan. "Hey S? We missed you," he said as a way of gre