Afro Beast; Tech Empire

The Cold Feet

It was raining bullets outside the shop. Fletcher and Rudolph crawled towards the cars packed outside the lobby, the enemies closing up on them. “GBUA!!!” Pablo shot a Grenade Launcher at the enemies. Fletcher and Rudolph dashed out in the open, taking advantage of the distraction created by Pablo, gunning down the remaining enemies on their path as they advance for the front door of the Museum.  We are in the building, heading for the third floor, over". Miss Sarah: reporting to Fletcher. "We will be with you guys shortly, just have to clear our way first". Arrrgh! Doolittle screamed, she was just shut by a silent 29GF hand pistol, from an enemy soldier charging right at them. Fueek! Kunle who was hiding beside the balcony wall stabbed the Soldier in the throat. Let’s keep going guys, we are almost at the safe.

The whole team except Pablo now gathered in the room containing the Safe that guards the Mafian Diamond. With Miss Sara handling the safe, and the rest team members doing what they do best, she skillfully opens the Safe.

We all know in every game there’s always a strong villain at the end, to make the game difficult as hell. Only true gamers can beat them with just one attempt. But this time around, it wasn’t just one villian, It was two swat van, full of trained enemy soldiers. One would wonder if the team could make it out, or even some alive. Well, life is indeed like an orange, the more you peel it, the more it makes you cry.

Two Swat team van drove straight at the Museum gate. Miss Doolittle panicked at the sight of this. Her blood now pumping fast from the wound sustained from the gun shut injury. The whole team ran back into the building, taking cover. “Could this be the End of us?” Miss Doolittle cried, holding Fletchers Hood firmly. “I am not a believer but I do hope God Saves us, to fight another day” Rudolph said bowing down his head. “I nor know who send me come here oh, Na me loose guard sha!” Kunle cried in his Lingua Franca as hot tear rolled down his cheek. The team had almost given up hope, as they were now out of bullets without any refill box close by.

            Boom! Boom! Two simultaneous blasts went off. Looking out the door, they saw the two Swat vans on fire. Pablo had shot at them before the enemy soldiers could get down. Pablo pulls up in a 2045 customized Ford sports car at the front of the team mates who were now standing outside the Museum speechless. Mission Successful! Let’s get out of here; Pablo said smiling at the team. The whole team hopped in, and then sped off to the end of that level.

Standing on the sea shore was Fletcher. His long blunt hair blowing westwards, under the forces of the Eastern wind this blew from the Sea. His gaze focused on the light, coming from the watch tower at the top of the hill. He got thrown into deep taught as the watch light rotated past his face for the second time. Now occupied with the taught of his last moment with his family, he remembered putting his last girl child, Daisy to sleep as he sang her a Lullaby. “Oh my baby girl, I will be with you soon, I promise”. He said to him self as hot tear rolled down his cheek. He immediately wiped it off on noticing Miss Doolittle approaching him; It’s cold out here, why don’t you join the team in the living room with an inbuilt chimney? At least, you will have some warmth and some good company too”. ‘Go! I’m ok out here”. Fletcher replied in a cold but polite manner.

Looking at the way Fletcher acted every time one would think Fletcher had a terrible and unhappy life, full of regrets in reality. Hence seeks for quietness in a place where he can customize his Prototype and live as any one he witched. But the exact opposite is the case. A father of three lovely children with a beautiful wife, also having a stable source of income was Fletcher. He never lacked anything at any time with no cause or reason for regrets. He only played games to cool off after a hectic day at work.

“Well, I’ll just remain here with you” Miss Sara said as she drew nearer, standing beside Fletcher, as they soon started a conversation. Just one gaze at the two of them from the window in the house would give one the impression that they were a couple.