Truth is, life is shitty. Nobody could have said it better than Astella. Damn. Love her. I mean, she was supposedly be a passing character but she is doing a lot. And I'm loving her for it.
Buzz! The sound of the electric buzzer boomed out. Blesing tossed in the bed now with a scowl on her face. She had just spent the whole morning without food. While it was not something she hadn't done before, it hurt. Perhaps the thought of the realization that she was being starved hit hard. It destroyed the thought of the Bureau being the agency that made sure everything was provided for them. Provided for them to have the comfort that they needed. While providing results to the Bureau in the long run. The cruelty of the handler earlier today made her question it. How far could the Bureau go if they were for once disobeyed by them? Or how exactly did they treat cases like this? With no food in her system, she has spent the morning thinking this through. Her insides hurt like hell. Luckily, there had been a bottle of water she used. The water holding back her hunger from overtaking her. Though even if that had happened, there was very little she would've done. "Get up!" The
The sounds of pounding boots drew nearer by every second. The rate of heartbeat within his chest exploded exponentially. Rising slowly, he strained to hear, noting how the boots rhythm slowed. It seemed whoever they were, they were putting some bit of caution. Like they did not want to make a mistake. He swallowed. Now that he was holed up, right in the room, he thought hard on what to do. His mind urged him to leave the room. Better to leave here than have people at the door. That way, he would be forced to come out. And the terms nah not even be in his favor. He did not want to wait for that. Not with his ears pounding, his heart beating sporadically. His limbs trembled, raising a shaky hand to turn the door knob. Careful enough not to make a sound, he slowly opened the door. He tiptoed now, first shooting out a quick look around. The bedroom, his parents bedroom and formerly the room for the late Uncle Desmond was upstairs. Much like the Way his room and the guest rooms als
“Alright guys. I need you to look alive for me.” Tabitha clapped her hands, mimicking the usual motions of Mr Dayo. Mr Dayo smiled at this, resisting the urge to face palm. While it was good that the girls were picking and Tabitha was at the forefront of it. He did not value the fact that she always wanted to mock him in whatever way she found. She was pompous, perhaps a little too much. His eyes surveyed the entire tank of the girls. These were promising ladies who would be pivotal to the policing strategies of the Hureau eventually. However, none of them had caught his eyes besides Tabitha. They were exceptionally promising, that was a given. Still, none had had that Tabitha level promising skills that she possessed. And while he did not want to always give the spotlight to someone as proud as her, he did not have alternatives. His eyes rested on the curious but various figures of the new girl. Blessing. The fact that she had called in, to voluntarily offer herself for the missi
“Ah!” Lekan gasped for breath as his eyes fluttered open. He painted, noting the restriction that held his hands together. His teeth grounded immediately as he realized what happened. One moment, he was on the stairs. Trying to peek at them. Trying to find a way to get out oor the house without being noticed. But that plan had gone to dust. Right now, he was on the ground, kneeling. His hand tied behind him and his face watching the neatly polished grounds. He lifted his head as a wave of dizziness rocked his books. Looking up now, he saw the five gunmen. Each of them having their weapons drawn out. But neither of them faced him. Rather, they had their guns out as they watched, in bated breaths for the spatial distortions in the air to settle. “Damn, that bitch is already here. Feel free to open fire on her.” The leader then said. He wore a white helmet as opposed to the others who had all black, in sync with the color of their tactical black battle gear. Lekan friend as he rea
Sweat beads dropped from the side of Blessing temples as he held her pose still. Her muscles cried for help even as she continued, every inch of her calling to be left alone. She wanted to let go. To let her body drop down to the ground, let her bosoms kiss the floor in defeat. But she held on. There was Tabitha and she was not letting.the girl held on he pose like this was something that was so easy to her. Seh squinted, regretting why she had ever given into confronting her, her every inch of her screaming in pain. She grimaced. The pain did not stop. The pounding in her head continued to double up with each passing second. Blessing groaned in pain. And on top of it,the man who was supposed to be in charge of them was not unbothered. He had sauntered back to the handlers, holding a sort of conversation with them. Like the girls didn't even matter to him. She cursed in her heart, wondering if all of this was even necessary in the first place. What did they come here for? Was
The arena. It was easier to say it then it was actually going to be. Did Lady Beatrice just imagine that she would head over there to then get fixed up in some matches? How about the help that she could have rendered? Considering how high up in the higher echelon she was in the Bureau. She could have just put up a word for her. Instead of letting the treatment that was obviously inspired by the Grand Inquisitor get to her Credds. In no time,she would totally be broke out. Credits were the Bureau's means of exchange. At least, among the numerous people who made that place their home. Whether it was by their choice or they found themselves in it, the Bureau had made it sure that the only means of exchange that was viable in it was the Credit system. The functionality of this made the Bureau work like that of a functional nation. And sometimes, Leslie wondered, if the Bureau Would simply just annex some p[iece of landmasss and then claim themselves to be some independent nation.
“Afiya!’ The girl beside Blessing said with a little smile on her face. “My name is Afiya. It means Good health. Afiya Masiko.” She said to her, skipping along. The path they were taking was different from the one they took to arrive here. The lighting had dropped considerably from the hall. It was not as bright as it was but still enough to illuminate the entire place. Blessing smiled in return to her. She was not in any mood to talk as much as she would want to the girl. Afiya was friendly, or so it seemed. She did not know her enough to determine if she was indeed what she was. Or not as some masquerader with some ulterior motive in her arsenal. She sighed now, noting the change in countenance of the girl now. “What?” Blessing managed to ask her. “Ah, you are not very conversational, are you?” Afiya asked her. “I just told you my name so that we could be a bit more friendly with one another but you are looking at me like…” Afiya complained. “No,It's not that.” Blessing
“Charge!” The sound of the multiple voices rang out in the sitting room. Lekan gasped out as the various versions of Astelal charged forward. The men with the guns did not like the scenario. With ayelp, they gasped, as well, pointing their guns forward. BANG! bBANG! BOOM! Bullet casings Scattered about in the living room. Under the heat and flashing of gunfire, the man yelled out. With focused gazes,they locked eyes on everything that was a multiple of Astella. On the walls, ceiling, everywhere, relentless as they rushed towards them. . “Keep firing them. Don't let them come close.” The man with the white helmet commanded. At the mention of his words, the gun fire increased. Bloodlust soared to the roof, their teeth bared out as they focused even more. It was them or the multiples of Astellas that just would not stop. No matter how many they gunned down. . An astella rushed out to the front of the gun man with the white helmet . Instinctively, he aimed his rifle, followed b