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    Guys second part don show!

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    nice start

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    yes o…. i don land

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    Sitting on a dirty white plastic patio chair under a
    makeshift tent, Jacques took a sip from the glass
    cup he carelessly held close to his chest while
    listening to the wireless radio on the table infront
    him. Grimacing as the strong liquor flowed inside
    him, he placed the glass on the table near a half empty bottle of Jack Daniel and reclined slowly in
    his chair. He was flanked by two brutish and
    fearsome looking men wearing an army fatigue
    with big arms bearing automatic rifles. Both men
    had their fingers on the trigger of their guns with
    keen looks on their faces as they guarded the man sitting inbetween them while he listened to the
    radio. And watched the activities going on around
    the camp. Jacques Bemba, a.k.a Black mamba, is the leader of
    a rebel faction known as Congo Boys Revolutionary
    Army or C.O.B.R.A . A man in his early forties and a
    former colonel in the country’s army. He is slightly
    overweight with a bushy beard covered face and a
    dark sunshade covering his gleamy eyes. A man who always sees himself as a flamboyant
    individual, even though he is the leader of one of the
    worst marauding death squad in the conflict ridden
    country. And a man known to be a wanted terrorist
    by all the regional and international community. Sitting majestically on his seat with two big bodies
    guarding him, Jaques reached for the glass of drink
    on the table and looked around his camp. The place
    used to be the province administrative center. It had
    two dilapidated two storey buildings and a few
    tents surrounding it. Several gun-toting men walked around the place or sat under a shade and playing a
    card game. Jacques raised the glass to his lips and
    saw the cloud of dust raised by the convoy as they
    approached the camp. He took a sip and looked at
    his gold wristwatch. “They are here……and right on time”, he murmured
    and glanced at one of his bodyguards. Then he got up from his seat with a sigh and
    straightened his camouflage shirt. A girl, probably in
    her teens and haggard looking in her threadbare
    clothing approached him. She was carrying a tray
    filled with sliced fruits and being followed by
    another gunman. Jacques motioned at the visibly scared girl without even looking at her and the
    armed man following her grabbed her arm rather
    roughly. Saying “the commander is not hungry” in
    french, he pulled her away. The girl bowed with a
    downcast gaze and started walking towards were
    several other disheveled looking women could be seen doing chores in the camp. Jacques motioned at his bodyguards and they
    started heading towards the convoy that had rolled
    into the camp and grinded to a halt in the grassy
    field. Six sweaty armed men jumped down from the
    back of the first truck and started offloading boxes
    of ammunitions. Two men jumped down from the back of the second truck and offloaded it’s content;
    young girls. About fifteen of them. The frightened
    and crying girls were roughly taken down from the
    back of the truck, one by one. They were greeted by
    the hailing and cheering of the rebels as they are
    being taken to one of the buildings at gunpoint. The other women in the camp stopped the chores they
    were doing and looked at the new arrivals with alot
    of pity as they were being led away. They all knew
    what was going to happen to the girls. The same
    thing that happened to them on their first day in the
    camp. The man sitting next to the driver in the Mercedes
    Benz got out from the car as Jacques approached
    and saluted the rebel commander. “Joseph… boy”, Jacques began with a smile and
    patted the man on his back. “Another successful
    operation…….I’m very proud of you. I know i made
    the right decision in choosing you to be my second
    in command”. “Thank you sir”, Joseph saluted again. Then Jacques looked at the boxes of ammos and
    weapons being offloaded with alot of delight “The weapons?”, he asked and strode towards the
    wooden boxes “Yes sir”, Joseph replied proudly and glanced at the
    other armed occupants alighting from the Mercedes. “The guns looks new…….”, The commander noted as
    he picked up one of the rifles and inspected it. “I
    hope they works fine”, he asked and looked at his
    number two man with a smile. “Works perfectly……..the foreigner tested some
    before we took him hostage” Jacques paused for a while. He looked at Joseph
    with his smile fading away. Then at the blindfolded
    man sitting in the back of the Benz. “Him?”, he asked and pointed at the prisoner. “Yes, him sir”, Joseph replied. “He came
    alone…….quite brave to come to a place……”. “Let me see him”, Jacques interrupted. The men standing beside the car immediately
    grabbed the blindfolded man and roughly yanked
    him out of the car. They dragged him and stood him
    infront of their leader. Jacques took off his shades
    and looked at the man from head to toe. “Take off the blindfolds”, he ordered and one of his
    men took off the dirty rag tied around the prisoner’s
    face. The prisoner bowed his head abit and squinted his
    eyes when the sunlight hit them. After a few
    seconds, he looked up and stared at Jacques. Then
    he glanced around the place and looked at Jacques
    again. “Who are you?”, Jacques asked the man in english. The prisoner glanced at the other armed men
    surrounding them. “What is the meaning of this…….”, he demanded and
    looked at Jacques. “……i thought you already know
    who i am”. “I don’t know who you are”, Jacques countered. “I am the guy…….”, the prisoner stammered. “The
    guy sent to deliver what you requested and i did so
    as ordered. But my people wont be happy with the
    kind of treatment i am getting here”. “I know that i requested weapons and ammos”,
    Jacques said and slowly paced around the man.
    “And i know that it was being delivered as
    promised by your people”, then he stopped behind
    the man. “But the problem am having right now is, i
    was told that it will be delivered by a woman”. Joseph and the other men glanced at each other
    with a confused look in their faces. “You dont in any way look like a woman……or are
    you?”, Jacques continued and glancing at the man
    from head to toe again. “There must be some kind of a miscommunication
    between you and my people”, the prisoner sighed,
    feeling uncomfortable with his hands being tied
    together behind him. “Miscommunication?, so it either your people dont
    know what they are doing……..or you are saying
    that i am probably dumb”, Jacques smirked. “No disrespect sir…….”, the prisoner began and
    glanced at the rebels who were staring at him with
    a suspicious look in their faces. “…..but everything
    you request had being delivered. So does it really
    matter who did the delivering?. Beside, how will i be
    in possession of the things to be delivered to you and be in the place it was supposed to be delivered
    and at the exact time if i am not the one sent to do
    it?”, he asked. “Well….”, Jacques smiled and put on his darkshades.
    “That, we will soon find out”, then he looked at his
    second in commmand. “Take him to the room……call
    the doctor”, he ordered and left with his
    bodyguards. Joseph motioned at the two armed men holding the
    prisoner and they immediately dragged him
    towards one of the building. As they headed to the
    place, the prisoner glanced around the camp and
    watched every activities he could see. One in
    particular made him stop in his tracks. One of the rebels was mercilessly beating a frail looking
    woman with a stick as the woman pleaded. The
    prisoner stared as the brute grabbed the woman by
    her throat and dragged her into one of the tents till
    the men leading him shoved him roughly to make
    him keep walking. He continued walking towards the building but still had his eyes on the tent till he
    entered the place.

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    “So who are you?”, Joseph asked again as he re-
    wrapped the bloodstained piece of cloth around his
    knuckles and looked at the prisoner sitting on the
    chair with his hands tied behind his back. “You
    better start talking my friend……the commander
    wants some answers and it is best not to keep him waiting”, he continued. The prisoner licked the cut on his lower lip inflicted
    by the beatings he had being receiving and spat out
    saliva mixed with blood. He looked at Joseph and
    smiled. “I like the way you punch sir……”, he began, still
    smiling. “Did your sister teach you how to throw a
    fist?”, he asked intently. Joseph swung a vicious punch and it caught the
    prisoner on his left jaw. “Could you do that one more time please”, the man
    begged and it attracted five……six more blows to
    the face and guts.”Am getting really bored
    sir……when will the real thing start?”, the man
    continued. Joseph stared at the prisoner, sweating and trying
    to catch his breath. Then he wiped the beads of
    sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand and
    looked at the big man holding the prisoner down on
    the chair while he got pummeled. “Let the doctor do his job”, the big man suggested as
    he straightened up. “I told you that this guy might be
    a hard nut to crack. The doctor should do it his own
    way……he always make them talk”. Joseph undid the bloodstained piece of cloth
    wrapped around his right knuckles. And motioned
    at the bald headed skinny looking man who had
    being standing and watching. He had a knapsack
    lying on the floor next to him. The so called doctor picked up the sack and
    approached the prisoner quietly. He stared at him
    for a few seconds with a disturbing mischievous
    smile on his face. The expression seems to be a
    permanent one as he still had it as he opened the
    sack and deposited it’s content on a table the big man had placed beside the doctor. The prisoner stared at the doctor. Then at the things
    on the table. Rusty scarpel, hacksaw, hook-like
    metals, matchete, hammer and nails of various
    sizes. The prisoner smiled and looked at the doctor
    again. “Doctor, do you in anyway have any remedy for a
    headache?”, the prisoner asked intently as the
    doctor stared at his tools on the table, perhaps
    wondering which one to use first. Then the skinny man picked up the rusty scarpel
    and examined it. He looked at the prisoner with his
    ever mischievous smile and nodded delightfully. “Make sure the words coming out from his dirty
    mouth are the words we want to hear”, Joseph said
    to the doctor in french and stepped aside. The doctor placed the scarpel on the table and
    brought out a pair of dirty rubber gloves from his
    left pocket. Gently sliding his hands into the gloves,
    he looked at the other tools on the table. “Don’t you think it is better to tell them what they
    want, than me making you to do so?”, he then asked
    the prisoner in english with a french accent.
    “Because if i do it myself, i usually find it difficult to
    stop. Even after you have told us all we want to
    hear”, the doctor continued, still staring at his tools of torture. “Doctor…..right?…….or should i call you the
    gynecologist”. The doctor paused in what he was doing and looked
    at the prisoner. “Yeah…….the gynecologist. The Rwandan
    gynecologist…….that’s what they call you”, the
    prisoner continued. “Specialized in female
    circumcision”, he smirked. “So doc, can you tell me
    what was the look on the faces of your patients
    when you…….operated on them?……all those girls and women”. The doctor’s mischievous smile turned into an evil
    one as he stared at prisoner. “I’m still wondering what made you to do all those
    things to those women…….especially being
    someone born of a woman”, the prisoner kept
    talking. “Did you face alot of rejection from the
    opposite sex during your childhood?…..perhaps alot
    of disappointments from girlfriends?…..unable to get past the friendzone in all your relationships?”. The doctor picked up the scarpel again. He
    examined it’s blade with his thumb. And said, “You
    are about to find out…. my friend”. He looked at the
    big man and nodded at him. The big man dropped
    his rifle on the table and rolled up his sleeves while
    Joseph lit himself a cigarette. “Make sure you hold the kizengi down firmly”,
    Joseph said and blew a cloud of smoke. “I dont want
    the doctor missing any cut he intends to make”. The big man stood beside the prisoner, waiting for
    the order to hold him firm on the chair while the
    doctor stood infront. “So….do you have anything to say or should we
    begin?”, the doctor asked and waved the scarpel at
    the prisoner.

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    “Yes i do”, the prisoner began and slightly moved
    his body on the chair. “This is what am gonna
    do…… gonna take out this big guy beside me
    and use you to knock out mr second in command
    before killing him……then use that scarpel you are
    holding to open up your arteries. “Hm…..”, the doctor pursed his lips as he got closer.
    “So how do you intend to do that being the one tied
    up?”, he asked. “Who said am tied up?”, the prisoner asked. Then he
    raised his hands and showed the doctor the rope
    that was used to tie his hands. He had loosened it. The doctor saw it and gasped. The big man made a
    move to grab the prisoner. But he was much more
    faster. And with an almost lightening speed, the
    prisoner got up and swung the chair at the big man.
    The chair struck the man and the blow snapped his
    neck, killing him instantly. With the same speed, he grabbed the doctor’s hand that held the scarpel and
    twisted it. At the same time he grabbed the collar of
    the doctor’s shirt and swung the light weight man at
    Joseph who was making a quick move to grab the
    weapon on the table. The doctor’s body knocked
    Joseph down and the impact left both men sprawling on the floor. Joseph immediately made an attempt to get up. But
    a strong hand grabbed his neck, almost crushing his
    windpipe and lift him up. One moment his legs were
    dangling in the air, the next his body is being
    careened against the wall, face first. The impact
    cracked his skull and shattered his jaw. As he crumbled to the floor, a foot came looming at his
    face and crushed what was left of it against the wall
    with a sickening crunch. The doctor, still sprawling on the floor managed to
    turn after shaking off the massive concussion he
    took from the body slam. He looked up and saw the
    man, their prisoner standing over him. Then he
    looked around and saw the other two men lying on
    the floor dead. One’s neck was twisted in an angle not possible for a human neck while the other’s face
    was unrecognizable. “Where is he?”, the prisoner asked and picked up
    the scarpel the doctor had dropped. “Where is the
    white man being held”, he asked again with a cold
    look in his face. “First floor……third room on the left……please don’t
    …..”. That was all the doctor could say before the man
    bent over him with the scarpel, covering his mouth
    and slitting his throat slowly. The man dropped the scarpel beside the almost
    decapitated body and grabbed the rifle on the table.
    He quietly paced to the door of the room and stood
    near it. He waited to see if the noise of the killings
    had attracted any attention. Then he open the door
    slightly and peeped to check the activities going on in the corridor. The three armed men at the far end
    didnt seem to notice what had happened as they
    keep discussing among themselves. The man locked the door and glanced at the bodies
    of the three men he had just killed. He went over to
    the table and dropped the rifle on it. Glancing at the
    two sharp matchete lying among the tools on the
    table, he dragged the body of Joseph and began to
    take off the cloths of the dead man. And also his. The three armed men continued in their discussion,
    oblivious of what had happened in one of the rooms
    that was converted into a torture chamber. One of
    the men, the brute the prisoner had earlier seen
    beating the frail woman was one of them. And he
    was telling his friends how he took his turn with the woman in the tent. While they laughed, one of the
    armed men looked and saw a man in a military
    fatigue with a rifle slung on his shoulder
    approaching them. He also had matchetes on both
    hands. The rebel ignored the man and continued
    listening to the tale of rape. Then with a suspicious look on his face, he looked in the man’s direction
    again with a furrowed eyebrow. The man had
    gotten closer with a determined look on his face. “It is the foreigner……”, the gunman squealed to his
    fellow comrades. But before any of the men could
    make any move, the matchetes started swinging at
    them Severed limbs, heads, guts and pieces of human-
    being fell all over the place with blood spray
    painting the corridor as the man went at them.
    Unleashing a ferocious slaughter on anything within
    the range of his matchete bearing arms. And in a
    matter of seconds, the man had left three mutilated bodies and severed limbs where the three gunmen
    were standing. Michael coughed hard and rolled uncomfortable on
    the mat he laid with a groan. He opened his eyes
    and slowly moved his body to a sitting position. The
    room was quite hot and stuffy. The windows were
    sealed with thick planks. And the only way light and
    air got into the place was through the space inbetween the floor and the bottom of the metal
    door. But only enough to make anything barely
    visible and the air flowed in with a stench not of this
    world. The white man in his mid thirties with a blonde hair
    coughed again and reached for the plastic water
    container lying beside the mat. “D--n”, he cursed under his breath when he saw it
    was empty and coughed again. “Hey!, anyone
    there?……i need some water”, he croaked out. No answer. “Hello?”, he called out and still no answer.
    “Goddamit i need water you f@cking animals”, he
    bawled and threw the water container at the door. Then almost immediately, a rattling sound followed
    by a metal clanking sound filled the room. The door
    opened. Michael shaded his eyes from the light that
    flooded into the room. He looked carefully and saw
    the figure of a man standing at the door. And the
    man seems to be holding something on both hands. “I need water”, Michael said, this time with a calm
    tone of voice, fearing that he might have angered
    the man guarding the room. Then the man left and came back a few seconds
    later dragging something into the room. “Jesus!…….what the f@ck?!”, Michael gasped with
    fear when the man dropped the decapitated body
    beside the mat he was sitting on. “Shhh……be quiet”, the man hushed him. The white man stared at the headless corpse with
    horror. The sight seems to make his skin want to
    walk away from him. “Michael Hendriks…….right?”, the man asked and
    looked at the white man. But he was still staring at
    the mutilated corpse that was bleeding. “Hey……are you Michael Hendriks?”, the man asked
    again. Michael turned his gaze at the man and said,
    “yeah…..i’m Michael Hendriks”, and looked at the
    bloodstained matchetes the man was wielding on
    both hands. “Okay…….”, the man began and dropped the
    matchete he held on his right hand. “Your family
    requested for my services so am here to deliver it
    sir”, he said, extending the right hand to Michael. Michael hesitated abit before taking the hand. “Where are the others?”, he asked as the man
    helped him up to his feet. “What do you mean?”. “The Cavalry…….the rest of the rescue team?”. “This is the rescue team sir”. “What?!……you alone?”, Michael was flabbergasted.
    “What kind of a rescue operation is this?”, he asked. “The best kind you will ever get sir”, the man
    answered rather indifferently. “Now follow me let
    me get you the hell out of here” “And how do you intend to take out the rest of these
    guys alone?”, Michael asked as he followed the man
    to the door. “Those guys are…….”, “I know that sir”, the man interrupted irritatedly and
    pointed the bloody matchete at the dead body. “Just
    to come here, i had to leave ten of them dead with
    their guts all over the place and making sure the
    rest didnt knowing what’s going on. It is by no
    means an easy feat…….and I’m in no mood for any interrogation. So let me get us the hell out of here
    before they start smelling something fishy. “Wait!…What about all those women?”, Michael
    asked again “None of my business”. “Four of them had being killed since i got here”. “Landmines killed more than twice that number in a
    village not very far from here”. “So are you going to leave them to die in the hands
    of those brutes? The man looked at Michael. “Sir, the order is to set
    you free”, he replied. “The service your family is
    paying for…….so please let’s……..”. “I will pay you double……”, Michael interrupted,
    stopping and grabbing the man’s shirt as they
    exited the room. “I will pay you double to set all
    those women free……triple, if you do that and kill
    that motherfucker Jacques. The man shook his head and dropped the other
    matchete. He unsling the AK-47 from his shoulder
    and cocked the rifle. “Cannot happen sir”, the man murmured, holding
    the rifle in one hand and grabbing Michael’s arm
    with the other hand. “Too d--n risky…….and not
    part of my mission. Now let’s go”, the man made an
    attempt to lead Michael through the empty corridor. “F@ck your mission”, Michael retorted, trying to
    lower his voice. “If you are not doing it, then……”, he
    freed his arm from the man’s grip. “…….start
    considering the mission a failure because am going
    nowhere…….not with all those poor women
    suffering in the hands of those animals”, he continued. The man stared at Michael surprisingly and was
    impressed by the humane heart the white man
    displayed. Especially being the one who wanted to
    get conflict diamonds from the leader of the so
    called animals. Only to be held hostage by Jacques
    because the white man happened to be a member of a royal family in Europe. And Jacques had wanted
    to use it as a way to extort money from them. Or let
    the whole world know who is being held hostage in
    his camp through execution infront of a camera. The
    royal family, not wanting a situation that will tarnish
    their image, hired a private rescue team, the best in the continent to rescue their son. And they wanted
    it to be done quietly. “How the hell do you expect me to do that?”, the
    man asked Michael. “This situation could get loud”. “You figure it out yourself tough guy….”, Michael
    smiled. “You have already taken out ten
    guys……done silently. Am sure you can take out the
    rest”, then the white man stepped back into the
    room. “Oh one more thing…….make Jacques own to
    be very loud and nasty”, he concluded and gently closed the iron door. The man stared at the door, murmuring, “Sir you are
    a son of a b!tch”. “I heard that”.

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    Son of a b---h indeed

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    lolz , d–m it, micheal yuh r too sturbon, i hope d worse won’t hapn?

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