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Saturday, 22 July 2017

Episode 4 | All For You (Episodic Love Story)

The story titled "All For You"story was written for your great pleasures and please by Aynaijablog guest
writer 'INVINCIBLE'.No part of it should be reproduced in any form or copied to other sites without the approval of the writer.For more info contact Aynaijablog CEO.
Location: Maimi, Florida, USA.
Time: 2:05pm
The sun was high above the sky, even the blind could tell winter had ran back to her hideout. Rows of royal palm flocked the roadsides adding beauty to the city.
The city was as busy as normadics and their animals on a greenland.
Michael was nodding to a raggae song beaming from his car’s stereo.
He drove to a popular yacht station and killed his engine just when he drove into the parking lot.
He stepped out of his black hyundai sonata and took a quick glance at the environment.
He heard it on the grapevine that the feds were always watching, he must be as stealthy as a ghost!
He was clad in a black Taiwan leather jacket, black sweat pants and black shades.
His attaire were gracely embrassed by his milk skin and well toned body. He was on low cut but his hair were so very curly. His hair was his trademark!
Having made sure that the coast was clear, he stepped into a ski-jet prepared for him and sailed down the ocean blue waters.
Michael was an ex american CIA. He was burned for his sticky fingers with government funds.
In the heat of the moment, an underground syndicate based and temporary operating in Nigeria found him useful and recruited him straight to the position of a top agent.
The syndicate had benefited so much from Michael’s skills and expertise. He was always in the warfront of important mission such as the one he was embarking on.
The mission was an easy peasy, sign the contract and get out.
The boss specifically sent him ’cause he, Michael knew every nook and cranny of Maiami, moreso, he was a master of disguise a grand duke of stealth and a gladiator of modern times.
Michael brought his ski-jet to a halt before a white yacht. Without a tiny bug of ado, He hopped into the yacht. He didn’t move two steps before he was accosted by two masked fully armed men. Was this the best Evgani could do? He chuckled inwardly.
“your hands above your head” one of the armed me commanded in a husky and thick Russian accent.
The guard searched Michael roughly.
“he is clean, lead him to the boss” the man commanded his fellow, having been satisfied with his little security check.
Michael took bold steps into the yacht. Evgeni was seated on an accoustic chair with two armed men by his left and right respectively. The interior of the yacht looked more of a third world war infantry. Weapons of variant callibres occupied the room.
Bory Evgeni was Russian most notorious drug dealer who had his pictures pasted in military intelligence base of almost all nations of the world. He was declared internationally wanted roughly two years ago, yet he haven’t been captured. He was really good at what he does, not even the airport authorities know he was in USA.
Michael was to strike a deal with him for hard drugs which are to be shipped into Nigeria in a matter of months.
Evgeni smiled on seeing Michael, his tooth were grey in colour, only God knows how bad they smell!
” i thought you wouldn’t make it, Michael”
“i’m not scared of the authorities, you know that” Michael smirked.
Evgeni owed him big time. Michael had saved his life before.
“shall we get down to business?” asked the impatient Michael.
“oh yes!” Evgeni snapped his fingers and a guard gave Michael a pen and document to sign. Michael signed it and passed the written document to Evgeni who also signed his own part of the deal.
“i need the shipments as soon as they are ready; my clients are impatient about this” stuttered Michael.
“of course”
The duo shoke hands and Michael walked out of the yacht. Mission accomplished! He hopped into his ski- jet and ignited the engine.
Not long into his sailing festival, his phone rang. He picked it up without checking who the caller was.
“sorry Mikey, your story ends here, good to know you wouldn’t have time to repent, demons like you dance in hell!”
said the caller from the other end of the line. Michael was for a moment gobsmacked. He checked for the caller identity, it was hidden. D--n it! His cover can never blow just like that, this must be the handiwork of a friendly enemy.
“who are you? He asked courageously.
“michael!!” a voice screamed into his ear. He wasn’t sure where that voice came from ’cause he had a micro bluetooth earpiece in his ear, a mobile phone on the other ear and the outside world.
“michael! There is a bomb in the boat” this time he was sure it was his colleague speaking, he heard the voice emanating from his earpiece. He turned to search for the bomb.
His gaze fell on a time bomb its time read “00:01” before you could read JERK ROBINSON the bomb went off, everything in the boat, were caught in angry flames. Even the water nearby wasn’t left out.
What next?


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