A Dangerous Game episode 1

A DANGEROUS GAME
(TWO CAN PLAY THE GAME)
WRITTEN BY CHIBUIKE SMART
THE SYNOPSIS
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Sylvia Smith was the proud daughter of a rich and influential politician.
A proud daughter of heaven with everything at her beck and call was it beauty, class, status and friends, she got it all and above all, she was her father’s most beloved child as he doted on her a lot. The darling of her elder siblings, as they guarded her with all they got.
This sort of care and affection made Sylvia to grow up with quite a spoilt girl, a snub and always having her ways in all things.
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Life was all rosy and sweet for her until her father was involved in a dirty political dealing which really had a rebound effect, as those whom he had acted against were all out to avenge what he had done, swearing fire and brimstone to avenge without mercy.
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Charles Kelly alias (Merciless) he is a university student but also a high profiled assassin who had been on the payroll of powerful and influential politicians to assassinate any daring political rivals.
quite a dangerous fellow, Super handsome, the ladies man but with the heart of a demon.
He could kill even his parents if the price was high. He was assigned with the deal to kill five political lords with their families inclusive…….
 
EPISODE 1
Sylvia Smith a twenty one year old girl, beautiful, with quite a slender and lovable shape, sat on her king sized bed in a self contained apartment, furnished extravagantly and to taste. She was busy pressing away on her phone while chewing a bubble gum, in a provacating manner, with puffing sounds accompanying it. Her expression varied as she could be seen at times to be full of smiles or frown or even give out a girly giggle, depending on what she saw while scrolling through her instagram page.
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She is a second year student in a well known private university, owned and ran by a Francophone country with a branch in Nigeria. Her father had insisted on her studying abroad like every of her siblings but she simply refused, saying that she had too many friends over here in Nigeria and wouldn’t like starting life afresh and as always she had her way as her parents watched helplessly.
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The main reason for her fathers insistence on her studying abroad was basically because of his political involvements. with fear that she might get in between the cross fire, but she insisted on staying and her father couldn’t do anything but helplessly agree to her terms.
MEET; Sylvia Smith
Age: 21
Skills: A reporter
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A handsome young man in an Italian suit looking fiendishly handsome could be seen with a briefcase walking down from his car as he crossed over making his way over to a magnificent building.
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He stopped at the gate and knocked gently on the gate. He waited for a few moment and knocked again, and now a little h-rder.
A grumbling sound could be heard from within as the gatekeeper, started vibrating angrily while walking towards the gate.
“Who be that? abeg take am easy if you break am even if they sell your generation they no go fit buy this gate.”
He said while peeping through the opening on the gate and he suddenly froze.
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He hurriedly opened the smaller gate, while staring at the young man.
“Sir please how can I help you?”
He asked amicably.
“I want to see Mr Ambrose, I mean your oga.” He added when he saw the confusion on the gatekeepers face. flashing a cute smile.
“OK make I go tell am.”
He said about to close the gate and inform his boss.
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“No need.”
The young man said. And like a flash placed a white handkerchief on the gatekeepers nose and the man lost consciousness.
The young man wore a glove and dragged him to the boys quarter where the gateman was living.
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He came out smiling devilishly and straightened himself up picked up his briefcase brief walked cleanly into the main building.
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Mr. Ambrose sat in his living room with a glass of juice in his hands as he sipped it randomly while his attention was placed on the soccer match playing on flat screen at his forehead front, a match between Chelsea and Manchester (clash of titans) with two sides to no goals.
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He was still watching with rapt attention when he turned and heard a creaking sound and turned to see a young man in suit walking towards him. He rose up sharply but saw the young man making comfortable on one of the sofas crossing over his legs as he smiled at Mr. Ambrose.
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“Who are you?” Mr Ambrose barked as he was taken aback.
The young man ignored him and was as if paying maximum attention to the ongoing match.
“Who the hell are you? How dare you barge into my abode and still behaving like a dumb.”
Mr. Ambrose yelled losing his patience.
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“Mr Ambrose right?” The guy asked maintaining a low tone and that smile of a person who is in control.
Mr. Ambrose was slightly taken aback.
“Ohhh!! yes any problem?”
The young man nodded.
“Does Honourable Jasmine Edeth ring a bell?” The young man asked quietly as he was busy rubbing his briefcase as If in a rom-nce session.
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Mr. Ambrose was thunder struck, as he started sweating profusely under the ever working air conditioner.
He gently asked. “What do you want.”
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“Well we’ll what I want is not of upper most importance here but what does my client want.”
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The young man intoned making a gentle a low tap on his briefcase as he continued.
“Ambrose Okechukwu, Sixty seven years old, a father of three kids that currently studying in Ghana, the C.E.O of a prosperous plastic industry, goes to the gym house every Wednesday from 4.30pm to 6pm the dot, goes clubbing every Saturday and plays pool every Monday and Friday, 3pm at the dot. that’s your day to day schedule right?” He said smiling wickedly.
The old man nodded, as his body started shaking visibly. He was clear on who in front of him. An assassin!!!!!
“But is all this necessary?”
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“Ohhh yes it is and that reminds. Mr. Edeth said I should tell you this, well a business deal both of you earlier embarked on and going cheated on him taking ninety percent cut for yourself and leaving only ten percent to him inspite of the earlier agreement of 50, 50 cut at the initial stage, well and now he needs hundred percent of your life now. how do you see it?”
The young man asked in amusement.
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Mr. Ambrose knee wobbled as he unconsciously fell on his knees begging for his life.
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“For whatever he gave you I would pay you times ten of it. in fact I will topple it to any amount you want it.”
He said shaking evidently.
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The young man shook his head in pity and said.
“The rich really do value their life a lot, unfortunately there is no medicine for regret, according to my code of conducts, it states first come first service, well be the two hundred and fifth person to die by my gun .”
He said drawing out a gold like pistol underneath his suit, encased with a silencer as he released three clean shots on his forehead, gunning him down, amidst the shout of mercy from the man
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He took out a camera and took several shots of the dead man and placed it back on his briefcase.
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The young man turned and smiled as if talking to someone.
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“Well my name is Charles Kelly alias (Merciless) call me ruthless, devilish I concur to all, ignore that old man, I love toying with my victims, it gives me joy seeing them beg for their puny life. it’s a pleasure I engage in most times, when I’m bored.”
He said and winked with a smile that was not a smile.
WELL, MEET: MERCILESS
ASSASSIN/STUDENT
SKILLS : GUNNERY, KNIFE THROWING, MARTIAL ARTS AND A LOTS MORE.
AGE: 25
F/Q: I leave my victims deader than dead
 
tbc