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Head of The Table Press hive
A week now and still the cries are heard, we want justice! They scream, chant again and again, each day fueled them to be more vibrant, it was for their generation they were told, so no sleep no rest it was just riot, riot, riot. The headmen had it all planned, they psyched up the people, planted the notion that this was the only way they could get back for all the cold killings, so each awakening day, under the hot scorching sun, they would gather by dawn, start their consistent and protests, till noon they wouldn’t budge food supplies were brought by masked well wishers dedicated to their cause, and till dusk they would go back and wait for the next day to do it again. This consistent bugging, the bickering from these two penny worth people was too extreme to now turn a blind eye, so the government had to come in or else it won’t be Ben’s empire that will be on the rioters list.SUVs buzzed in day by day, headlines were the same every day, it was always, “Today’s news on the docki
Head of The Table Tyrant in cuffs
One batch wore the A class uniform, dark woolen navy shirt with several adornments, blending dark navy khaki trousers, some varied military creases, while others had theirs in the more 5 pocket design. The second batch wore the B class uniform which was more casual, home Lauderdale, and of the more crisp military style, button front shirts with slight varying military creases, with khaki trousers and some in jeans, others added the touch with a leather black duty belt around. Sooner than later they were dressed in their respective police uniforms, and as graduates of the law enforcement they all had their metal badges, insignias, and some preferred to tie the knot with their signature black, tactical, style boots. They were yet to armor themselves since this was a sudden run up call, the head inspector had blown the whistle three times consecutively each blow louder and heavier than the last, signaling their sudden meeting. He was locked in his encased cardboard office, it was ten
Head of The Table Bail or Surgery
A stable pulse, more regular wave forms than the inconsistent one weeks ago, the doctors were glad, same to the nurses and Mist too. When he was brought in they were all tensed, he had lost much blood, worse was he was unconscious, so he needed blood and fast, luckily he was group AB so getting a compatible donor was less stressful, moments later he was out of the ICU. But still he was under critical condition, the bullet wounds had injured some critical tissues and cut some crucial nerves, so if ever the hostler machine was interfered with or any dripper was moved from it’s place by an inch, he was back in the ICU and this time he maybe not as lucky. Now that is the first brother, the one who was lucky to take some few blows and two bullets, one for his bravery another for more emphasis to the first, he lay in ward 4B, still unconscious however he had a stable breathing, there now is the second one, the other brother to be more specific. What was his name again, yah Risa.Opposite
Head of The Table Angry badger
His fist thumped impatiently the middle sized table, every second he would glare at the clock nailed on the wall near the inspector’s office, a guard would pass gladly he would wear the fake smile to prompt them to move on, he saw Mist leave without a word presuming he went to get the money and just any second he would walk in those open rusted brown doors and slap the officers at the reception with their bail cheque and bam! His free. But it was now ten minutes and his eyes glued those doors, a mother with a child, a father with faded clothes and tattered laptop bag, an average teen with swollen lips and black swelling eyes, he presumed that the one who followed afterwards was he, but no it was just a normal citizen coming to seek justice, some to frame others, who cares Mist wasn’t coming back. He was in disbelief, when the guard roughly cuffed him and shook him up as he dragged him to his cell, he still was in shock, “My lawyer is coming back!” He would scream as he became more re
Head of The Table Think fast
Faded blue painted walls tattered in random patches to make it all spotted white, four florescent tubes hang, two dangling by one electric cord instead of two some feet from each of the two cells, but thank goodness they weren’t working why would they the guards wouldn’t waste their dime on some busty tubes screw those inmates they took themselves into those cells so let them drown in the oblique pitch darkness that was kept alive by their heavy breathing, singing of crickets and the moonlight that scattered down via a small transparent cover on the roof. Each cell was double the size of the normal cell a normal suspect was put in, the bars were aluminum plated with steel cored at the center of each bar so if one thinks of cutting those bars they have to cut the 5 aluminium-lead alloy coating then cut through the steel and still by then he will still be trapped. You maybe out of the cell but you are still locked in the badgers room, the room itself was military designed, with only on
Head of The Table See you in court
Frustrated, disappointment drew his face, no one talked to him, not the guards not his own men no one did, if anyone had an issue they were told to come back later, or that he was sick, some who kept persisting were told the matter as it is, the inspector isn’t in a mood to talk at the moment so if you are hungry for insults and emotional torture be my guest his office is straight ahead. This turned many, they all sighed out disappointed, even the law gets angry they wondered as they ought to take their problem elsewhere or bury it till he was in a welcoming talkative mood. In the truck they hiked a ride in, he bit his lower lip, gazed on the jungle, the leaves of the dense canopy, the sweet sound of nature, soothed him from erupting his anger on the slightest issue, but when he step foot in the noisy busy city, he clicked in disappointment and cursed under his breath as he insulted the air for being filled with industrial fumes as he coughed slightly, he cursed the cars for having n
Head of The Table Surgery success
The engines cooled as the wheels made landing a frictional screech afterwards, most preferred their navy suits though they differed in their shirts cause some wore powder blue some white, with black carrier bags strapped to their backs, finally they sighed as they gave a heavy breath of the Madagascar air, nothing like polluted free air they chuckled. They were to have a surgery elsewhere in Canada but when a client offered a much more whooping wholesome of money, the plane changed coordinates and an hour later, they stared out the dense jungle of Madagascar, monkey’s swinging, birds singing, mother nature is so wondrous, they sighed as they drove for their destined hospital. Dressed in blinding white overalls with swinging nametags around their necks like loose dogs with their leash, doctors welcomed the foreign surgeons with ginger cookies and some home made tea, gladly the surgeons munched greedily this small but mouth watery snack, they were used to supermarket food, but this was
Head of The Table Drunken apology
Tension, fear, more fear, he wasn’t settled it’s been two hours, should he call the cops? No cause they will make things much worse, but what should I do, he pondered, throwing blind fists on to the echoed walls, groaning aimlessly, kneeling and dusting his recently bought pants, he did what he could to think of something. Ten minutes after the surgery he was driving tensed because he hoped for the worst from that surgery, they cut a vein by mistake, the anesthesia machine goes off, he daunted all possible results that just maybe Mila will not make it out alive. The haunting images of Mila on his death bed his gut ripped open, tissues exposed, a faint nauseating smell from his decomposing body, flies circling, patches of skin fading, he felt nausea from his throat, he swallowed the puke back in, drive, drive, he stepped on the gas he zoomed like a maniac he just became. Despite being the optimistic guy, the one who thought the positive even if they were out weighed by the negatives,