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“How is she now?” Justin asked. “She is asleep,” replied Agatha Brown coldly. Justin Scott called his men aside and they had a brief ta...

“How is she now?” Justin asked. “She is asleep,” replied Agatha Brown coldly. Justin Scott called his men aside and they had a brief talk, after their talk they removed a box from one of the vehicles in which they arrived and administered a substance taken from the box to each other. While Agatha Brown, Shepherd and Martin Douglas watched, the eight men who came with Scott began to drop to the ground in heaps, convulsing. Just like the way a man crushed ants without pity, Justin Scott removing a sword from his SUV and severed the heads of his men one after another. After that he made sure the heads were kept far from their bodies. When he was done he gave the sword to Agatha Brown and turning to inject himself with the same substance his men took, he saw the codes on the arms of his dead men had come on and were active. He yelled at Martin Douglas and his group, “They have found us! The Elite are coming here! They will be here in less than twenty minutes! You need to flee now.” Shepherd and Martin ran into the hospital to help carry Kate Edward into their car. Hastily Justin Scott gave himself a shot of the substance and immediately hit the floor convulsing. Amid his excruciating pain which contorted his face, he shouted at Agatha Brown, “Do it!! Don’t let them find me alive! Please hide the heads it is important you do.” Justin continued to convulse in pain, thrashing on the ground. Agatha mustered courage and swung the sword across his shoulder and decapitated his neck. The force sent his head flying in one direction as blood fountained from the stump where his neck once stood. Turning to Shepherd and Martin, Agatha yelled, we need to burn their bodies!” “There is no time for that, The Elite squad is coming here!” replied Martin. “No, we have to burn them! When the squad from The Elite gets here they can awake them!”

Shepherd who had already moved into the driver’s seat to drive them away from the scene ran out of the car and began to pick the severed heads and dumped them into the booth of their vehicle. “What are you doing?” asked Brown. “Once their heads are far from their bodies there is nothing the squad can do to awake them from death! Help me pick the heads!” Agatha dropped the sword and began to pick the heads. In their car, Martin watched over Kate with his gun drawn out and his eye darting around for the squad.  When Agatha and Shepherd were done they ran into their vehicle and drove off. Six minutes after they left, the squad from The Elite arrived and found the bodies of Justin Scott and his eight men on the ground without their heads. One of the squad members, a woman, when she saw the bodies placed a call to someone in The Elite, “I have found Justin and his men, but their heads are missing.” “How did that happen?! They must have had help. Send back their bodies and go after their heads! Lynn, you have to find the heads to night!” “Okay sir! I will bring back the heads.”


A black woman, garbed like a delivery person and carrying a pizza box headed toward Alejandro’s family house. Under the pizza box her hand held firmly a Desert Eagle® Mark XIX Pistol. On reaching the entrance door, she turned to see if she was being watched before rapping on the door. After a momentary wait, Alejandro’s mother came to get the door, wearing a charming smile, “Hello lady, how may I help you?” Basilia, Alejandro’s mother asked. “Alejandro ordered a pizza,” responded the delivery woman. “But Alejandro is not at home now.” The delivery woman drew very close to Basilia and whispered, “Alejandro sent me. You and all those inside the house are in danger if Ayinde Craig is in there. Nod your head if he is and quietly open the pizza box.” Basilia nodded her head but could not understand what was happening. The black lady before her seemed damned serious. But on the other hand Ayinde was one of the committed church boys she had known all her life, why would she and her family be in danger because of him. “Please ma, open the pizza box. You don’t have a clue about the sort of danger lurking around you now,” the black lady whose name was Damita pleaded with Basilia.

Basilia hesitated a bit and then gently lifted the cover of the pizza box; a Samsung Tab S2 came on and began to play a fifteen second video made by Alejandro. In the video he pleaded with his mother to follow Damita’s instructions. From her living room a voice called out, “Mama! Who is that? You are taking too long!” Quickly Basilia put back the cover of the pizza box to hide the tab inside it and replied her daughter, “Clarisa! I am talking to our new street neighbour its nothing.” From the living room, Ayinde stood up and headed for the door to know who the new street neighbour was. Damita heard footsteps and quickly shoved her gun into her hip and covered it with her clothe. The sight of the gun unsettled Basilia and she shrank back from Damita. Damita made sign to her to calm down. Breathing heavily Basilia tried to control herself. From behind her Ayinde opened the door a bit wider and asked, “Mama who is the new street neighbour?” Damita gave no chance to Basilia to answer and stretched forth her hand to greet Ayinde and saying, “I am Damita Lawrence I just moved into the street. I met Basilia days ago and we had a good conversation about the church, so I thought to drop by and say hello to her.” Ayinde made for the pizza box saying, “Wow! I see you came by with some pizza for us.” Damita stepped back with the pizza box and replied him, “It is not for you people; I got it for my sister. Next time I will get something for the people in the house.”

Basilia was very unsettled and wanted to hear from Damita the sort of threat Ayinde posed to them. So she barked at Ayinde, “Can you go back into the house and let the ladies have some chat?!” “Oh! I forgot; it’s ladies world,” Ayinde said and went back into the house. For some reason as he walked back to the living room he changed direction and went into the restroom. Through a micro headset, Ayinde communicated with someone outside the house, “Bruce, I just checked the lady out, she just moved into the street. She doesn’t know a thing.” “No, Ayinde. We don’t think so. Right now we are scanning through the record of the residents on that street; there is no record of her. What did she say her name is?” the voice asked. “Damita Lawrence.” “Give me a second to scan the record again,” the voice said. While Ayinde waited for the voice to get back to him; the fingers on his right hand began to contort, changing shape into razor-sharp talons. Outside, Eve’s voice came through to Damita through a micro headset stuck in her ear, “Damita, you have to move in now. Shoot Ayinde and the other two guys on the head. That will slow them down. There was a shooter aiming for your head, but we have taken him out. There are other shooters but we can’t get to all of them now. Lead Alejandro’s family out through the back door.”

As Ayinde made his way out of the rest room, Damita broke into the living room, pushing Basilia to the ground; she fired three shots into Ayinde’s skull and dropped him to the floor. Turning to the other guys who were stunned by the gun shots, Damita fired randomly at them before cracking their skulls open with bullets. On the floor, next to the entrance door, Basilia lay and watched in horror as Ayinde’s contorted fingers reshaped themselves back to human fingers. Springing to her feet, Basilia grabbed Damita in fear shouting, “What is that?!” Coldly Damita replied, “Ayinde is not who you think he is. He is of the seed of Satan.” Alejandro’s brother, Hernandez and sister, Clarisa, stood to their feet wondering what was happening.  There was no time to explain to them what was going on. All Damita could tell them was, “When you see your brother, he will explain it all to you. There are snipers outside your door, if you want to stay alive, follow me.” Through the back door, Damita led them out of the house. For some minutes they crouched behind thick cluster of flowers as they tried to avoid possible shooters on the roof of the houses nearby.

Some minutes later, Alenjandro came on through Damita’s head set and asked her to tell Hernandez to lead them to the Curve. Damita grabbed Hernandez by the shoulder, pulled him closer and whispered authoritatively, “Your brother wants you to lead us to the Curve. Now do it.” Hernandez nodded and asked them to follow him. He led them through small track roads between houses and at some places they had to scale fences. Basilia was scared stiff and could not scale fences. She had not seen anybody shot at close range or the stuff Ayinde’s fingers did before. She shook terribly and was near hysteria. Hernandez and Damita had to help her over each fence they met. About twenty-five minutes later they made it to the Curve and met Eve Edward and Alejandro waiting for them in a car.

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Uzoma Ujor

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