THE PROTECTED CRIMINALS

EPISODE 12

Stepping into Genius Primary School's toilet for the first time reminded me of my primary school in Heartrow; in fact, my primary school's toilet is far superior to Genius'. I had no idea city kids could be so cruel; their DNA has been tainted with evil. How do I explain this? They had stuffed *** into the water cistern toilet and even the floor. The once-white tile had been repainted in a rainbow hue. I wanted to curse the pupils, but I decided to leave it to God; after all, the wicked will have no peace.

I was able to clean the toilet to the best of my ability using the broom, mop, detergent, brush, and detergent provided to me. I was in the middle of doing the duties when my phone rang, and I went outside to answer it. Daniela had called and asked me to come over and assist her with several tasks, some of which were related to our goal. I finished the laundry and took a bath in the staff bathroom before changing into my regular clothes. As I walked past the basic five class, Esther called out, "Hello Mr. not interested." I turned around and went into the class. "How are you doing, Esther?" I inquired as I approached her.

"Good morning, sir; you are cordially invited to our class." In unison, the kids greeted. "How are you doing today, students?" I inquired, smiling, even though I still had resentment towards them for their nefarious behavior when using the restroom. They said, "Fine, thank you, sir," and sat down in unison. Esther replied as she removed the mini earpiece from my ear, "I like this your earpiece." "Thank you," I murmured as I handed her the earpiece. "What are you going to do with it?" She inquired while attempting to put on the earpiece. I said, "To get calls."

"Would you mind delivering it to me?" She inquired one more as I shook my head. "It's the only one I've got," I said as I took the earphone out of her ear.

As I started to go, I told her, "Let me leave you to your class; I am also quite busy." "So, you're not going to tell me your name?" As I approached the door, she inquired. " Richard," I said, a smile on my face. She complimented, "Not a sweet name." Before I could leave the school, I had to leave her class and go to the principal's office to get permission. "Good morning, sir," I said as I entered the office, and he looked up from the note he was working on. "Good morning, Mr. Cleaner," he said. "Sir, I am finished with the toilet, I have an appointment with my doctor at 9:00 a.m., I came to seek per..." he cut me off.

He replied and proceeded with his note, "So far you have done the responsibilities assigned to you, you are always free to depart." "Thank you, sir," I mumbled as I walked away. "Excuse me, sir, when does school end?" When I arrived to the door, I inquired. He replied, "2:30 pm," without looking up. It was just 8:45 a.m., so there was plenty of time to have some fun with Daniela. That morning, I was just about to walk through the main gate when Mr. Emmanuel Adam arrived with his old beetle car and parked it in front of the entrance. "Good morning, sir," I said with a smile. He smiled and said, "Good morning, young man."

"Are you employed here?" He inquired as he entered the school grounds, where the timekeeper was already standing in the compound, preparing to ring the bell. I had said, "Sir, I am a cleaning." "How can a guy likes you, a fine guy like you, be a cleaner?" he asked. "The country's economy, sir," I explained, "and I'm not even qualified to work as a teacher; I only have a secondary school credential." He came into the school and said, "well, let's chat tomorrow, I'll see you tomorrow." That was my interaction with him; based on the way he spoke, he appeared to be a very kind man, and I doubt he had any skeletons in his closet.

Around 9:15 a.m., I returned home and changed into a short and a top, which I covered with our black spy jacket. I was dressed in black headgear with a canvas to match. I snuck a tiny pistol inside my waistband and covered it with my shirt. I took a well-organized row of knives from my briefcase and inserted them into my jacket. I took the key to my black bike and was on my way to perfect Paradise in about 5 minutes. I could see the edifice building of the perfect peace hotel from the beginning of the street perfect Peace, which was named after the perfect Paradise hotel.

From any location on the street, you will get a clear view of the hotel, which is the largest structure on the entire street, if not the entire city, at least in the immediate vicinity of mid-city. I hopped off to the hotel after parking my bike in a safe spot on the street. Men in suits could be seen around the building, just as Daniela had stated, and they had to be Mr. Emmanuel Adam's security. When I entered the hotel properly, I was blown away by what I saw. As I stood in front of the receptionist, I informed her, "I need a room." "Sir, welcome to Perfect Paradise; which room would you prefer?" I was approached by a lovely young lady who asked me a question. "Any comfortable -room," I responded.

"Room 234 will be ideal," she smiled. "How much does it cost per room?" I asked her smiling back but also making sure my face was well shielded by the face cap. "It's $100 for room 234", she responded. "I'm new here, can't you cut me some slack?" She got in the way. "Sir, that is the fixed fee," she said. "OK, I don't have any cash on me right now; can I pay with this?" I inquired as I took out my ATM card. "Of course," she said, pointing to the P.O.S. stand, "pay over there and come get your key." I walked over and deposited the money, and the machine issued a receipt. " Sir, have a good time"

She informed me that she was in charge of the key. "Please also bring a platter of well-friend chicken and a nice quality wine, as I am rather hungry," I remarked. "It will be delivered as quickly as possible, sir," she promised, as I moved away to find the room. During my hunt, I came across Daniela's room, room 250. Two suit-clad guys stood guard over it as if it contained some sort of prize. Before going by, I made sure my cap was properly adjusted. When a young man strolled in with a plate of chicken and wine, I had barely plopped down on the enormous bed in room 234.

” Thanks,” I told him. ” If you need anything, sir, just put a call through,” he said and turned to go, I quickly stood up from the bed and drew him back, I twisted his hands backward and turned his face to the ground. Almost immediately I brought out my gun and pointed it directly at his head. ” See, I don't kill, just cooperate with me, keep quiet,” I told him while he nodded his head vigorously and his whole body started to shiver, his sweat gland seem to produce sweeter or maybe his skin probably allowed more diffusion from the internal environment of his body, he was sweating profusely.