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Head of The Table On a Leash
They croaked, annoyingly, consistently, “Our well!”, the hoarse shrieks filled the empty whispers… till eventually he let them have it, they want their well let them have it. He had given up on the pity time wasting scuffle with amateurs, Brian aiming to heed to his fiancée’s recurrent pleas did all his actions for his love but now it was his own love… and there was no room enough for these frogs. After Ben had successfully breached and seized the docks and managed to limit its access, he had cut off Brian’s attempt to enter the island and realizing this he figured he will give him his island if he wants it so bad. Factually speaking this made Brian more focused on his two big kingdoms, he had planned to take over Mexico and soon half of the south America, also he had the northern side in his bucket list, so with these dreams it was reasonable he focusses on the bigger picture. “If he wants the island so bad let him keep it.” he convinced his spouse, his hands cupped gently on her ch
Head of The Table Poof!
A month’s journey max, all plans were in place, one remained the final piece gluing each in place. Known only by the two, one in hospital the other better off guided the crew ready to embark the salsa dance with death on her clear blue unpredictable isle. Praying for protection cruising away far from land, further from the known, closer to the unknown, sliding on the Indian waters, rough in a blink and smooth in another, the breeze guided the sails the rest the man on the wheel handled the lives of those tasked. While the sea did its worst on the victim of circumstances shipmen, wrenching them with sea sickness, vomiting their guts out, hallucinations blurred their minds making the line of sanity invisible, making man and fried pork same, cannibalism creeped in insanity chained on the ankle, another puffed dictator was planning on his money laundering technique to his clients. Calculated and stood on the chances his before shipment 4 months ago was near exhaustion, he sought to refil
Head of The Table Sit and Watch
Exchange of fires, he held the woodland camo sniper rifle steady, the base balanced on the shoulder to take the recoil impact after each fire, one… two… three… eventually he lost count, his eye was glued on the scope, finger on the trigger letting the muzzle send its ear blasting message to any moving thing in black, eventually like the number of shots he lost the number of lives he took, the headcount was over the bar but the smoke from the muzzle signified the coffins needed. Having let his guard down like in previous experiences where he lost the island, then he lost his cargo, and now his golden goose was slipping from his fingers. But how was it possible, Brian did learn from his experience liking amping the security where things were not in his favor, so was he the one wrong or were his opponents just too good. Turns out news of stollen shipment of a cartel travels faster than the death of a king, after Ben managed to steal the shipment Brian became tensed and overwhelmed by th
Head of The Table Black Camel
“They will come back.” Mist advised, over the past war seasons and attacks Mist’s consultancies, warnings, dos and don’ts, expertise in psychology and a master in the art of mind reading, played a key role in all their attacks success. Ben thus was sure if not wise to listen to him, and if he thought about it, he was right. “They will want this island back.” He said again, Ben had overpowered Brian tactically so it was overseen that Brian will want this island or make sure Ben lost it. So, to stay safe they invoked a contingency phase, a military tactic was commonly used in the war between continents to local bar fights. Suicide bombers for example were used in wars as the last resort, so if the enemy was at the edge of victory these death strapped walking beings would charge amidst them and detonate taking as many as they could. In instances it worked where the war ended in a stales mate since both sides were dead or incapacitated and unable to rule over the other or finish the job.
Head of The Table One Sided Loyalty
He cried for the third time, and history proved he rarely did. The body count was off the charts, first Ben’s committee ghosted a whole docking security guard, Eliz returned the favor but hers was more straight to the point. However, this time Ben’s tears weren’t of what happened but what was to come, what he knew if happened he will be dead both emotionally and physically. So let the wheel turn back, some playback on the betrayal saga, the fleeing, the death scenes, all of it. Ben disclosed to the knights, Mila broke down in the inside, Risa glare towards the fire summoned the deepest locked emotional valve he caved deep within, and there both the two brothers a tear flowed one on the right for one and another on the right for the other. But they were in the middle of a war, a war that will take more of their lives if they had a grieving season, they had to man up, soldier on, “Yes they died,” but grieving was the one thing the befallen bishops would want them not to do. With the ig
Head of The Table On Top Again
For his brother and himself he had to do it, he didn’t want to but did he have a choice? No, he didn’t, he wished it would have never come to this point. To the shackles again and this time heavier ones, tighter ones, this time maybe death can save them or relieve them at least. Like the game he normally played he stared at death again, it smiled at him, they smiled back because Ben knew how to pull the wire just at the right moment, and once again death failed to get him, a whisker close but not close enough for the death cheater. Mili seconds before Lee fired Ben clicked his detonator and just then the tables turned for the third time, and probably the last time. Underneath the doom weapons went off, the unlucky men at the top were the unfavored by the look. One detonated between two, the force blew their face clean off to atom pieces only their neck downwards was intact, another close to an unsuspecting culprit behind his back blowing half his back off melting it from his upper back
Head of The Table Hostage care
He glared on the vast blue calm waters, the soft winds and gentle sun touches erased the reality, the previous night front seat row witnessing death juggle them like pins in a circus show. It was hectic, terrifying and self-enlightening, Brian became open that nature was the only thing he couldn’t control, at least the only thing he figured. After their escape from their death givers a near month at sea they were approaching the island’s shore, after conquering and wiping Ben’s power like it never existed, they docked welcomed by their remaining mercenaries who survived in one piece though some in crutches, walking sticks and wheelchairs. “Welcome home.”, he greeted, the second in command who was now first since his superior was blown courtesy of Mist’s giveaway gift. “Call this my home and I will end you.”, he hissed slapping the gestured hand cursing as he slithered by, followed by his remaining crew, the captain, and the disrespected mercenary left to feel the deep thorn of lookin
Head of The Table 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