The game of wits episode 15 – 16

THE GAME OF WITS
(ROLLED OUT DICE)
BY AUTHOR SMART
EPISODE 15
She drew nearer and they exchanged passionate k-sses.
****PRESENT TIME*****
“Guys let’s drive out of here, I have a lot to say, this really would be leading to our trail.”
Stiles said and started the car, off they all went with full speed.
Smart and Flora were very much interested to know what he found out but he wasn’t going to tell them until they reach home, they kept on asking him but he kept on this knowing smile.
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The three were gathered in Richærds sitting room.
Still on their last night party wear.
“Please can you tell us your findings?”
Richærd said, while Flora nodded.
“OK, actually here is my findings.”
He said dropping his phone and the books he found.
Richærd picked up the phone but couldn’t make any head or tale from it.
He said looking at it, flora demanded to have it and he gave it to her.
“What does a brotherhood got to do with the Mr. Ricky we are looking for?”
Richærd asked as he edged back in thought.
After a while, Stiles spoke up.
“Actually I too was surprised, but I’m becoming to reevaluate this wh0le thing. I think this Mr. Ricky is more like a body of people, I don’t think it’s a particular person. More like in respect of someone who doesn’t exist or a deity who is believed to be all powerful. Because the loyalty is too rigid.”
Stiles said and Richærd nodded as their mind flashed to the man who committed suicide at the interrogation room. With more cases of the victim having themselves killed just not to leak out anything.
“Can I have the book again?”
Richærd demanded and Flora passed it over while he started going through it. And it became more clearer to him now.
“OK the next person in line to be assassinated is the major general and according to what I got, that’s the last mission they would be having so far. And you know it would be a bloody fight because of the soldiers the general has in his disposal.
Stiles said looking at them.
“Those who are involved in all this aren’t really push overs, they are the cream of the top in the society, make I shock you!! The head of our UID is a member of the Ricky.
Stiles said and Richærd suddenly dropped the book he was reading and muttered.
“No wonder all this. I for say. That’s the reason we have no head or tale on this mission, because he already has every record of how we would run it and make up counter measures to make sure it’s useless.”
Richærd said clenching his fist..
Stiles nodded.
“That was exactly my thought when I found out from the club owner.”
Stiles said.
“What really went on between you both?”
Flora who had been silent asked.
“Story for another day.
Stiles said with his face nearly red with embarrassment and Richærd immediately understood what happened. He pulled up the book to his face and smiled gently. Whatever it is he did, he knew they had done worse, just to make truth spill out.
Just then Richærd, saw something when he took a glimpse at the white book.
“My brother in arm was killed and I’m all out to pay all those who made it so. This is our obligation as brothers to make sure they are wiped off the surface earth.”
Richærd bent down in thought and was kinda lost.
“Ricky actually isn’t a body, it is more like a revenge skim by the real Ricky. He was only out to revenge a brother in arm.”
He muttered to himself, but didn’t disclose it out, because he knew Stiles could be very hærd to convince based on his rigid character.
“Well I think we use The head of our department as a bait to lead us to the place where they are likely to assassinate the major General.”
“Why not we look into some of this very rich men. And leave that bastard leader to his stupidity.”
Richærd said debunking Stiles idea.
“Would it yield out the desired result?”
“Yeah maybe yes, that reminds me Chief Obi has been sentenced to thirty years in prison for each of the different crimes he committed, he would run the jail terms concurrently.”
Richærd said and Stiles breathed a sigh of relief.
THE GAME OF WITS
(ROLLED OUT DICE)
BY AUTHOR SMART
EPISODE 16
Why not we look into some of this very rich men. And leave that bastard leader to his stupidity.”
Richærd said debunking Stiles idea.
“Would it yield out the desired result?”
“Yeah maybe yes, that reminds me Chief Obi has been sentenced to thirty years in prison for each of the different crimes he committed, he would run the jail terms concurrently.”
Richærd said and Stiles breathed a sigh of relief.
“Well I think we should involve, Jeff and Stan in this, you know it’s gonna be a bit hot, but we won’t tell them the nitty-gritty, so we can operate cleanly.”
Stiles said.
“OK we would mark all this old men in the upper echelon and see who’s calls looks suspicious.”
Richærd said.
“Yeah we start that way and also dig into where the Major General would be visiting in the next two days.”
“Yeah absolutely. It’s already 4 o’clock in the morning, Biko let’s go and catch some sleep, the following hours is sure to be stressful.”
Richærd said looking at his watch and yawned loudly, while using the back of his hand to cover his mouth.
Stiles also got up and they all went into Richærds room and lay down on his bed.
Richærd got up that around 7 30 and was already prepared, he drove straight up to the des**ted village, where he always sees the old man, he parked his car and took the rest of the journey by foot.
he made a knock on the wooden door and it was immediately opened, as if he had been waiting for him all this while.
He let out a kind smile, with his face creased with age, but his teeth was still sparkling white, his dentition was so flawless.
“My son, you are welcome, you are rarely seen this days.”
He said rolling his wheel chair with him out of the way.
Richærd bent low before entering, due to how low the door frame was.
It really has been a while, I trust you have been doing fine.”
Richærd with so much care.
“Hahaha! My boy your man is strong.”
He said to Richærd who was already bent to his height and made a gentle pat on his shoulder.
“I need your coffee.. It relieves me relieved from stress.”
Richærd said as he collapsed on the chair beside him.
“I will be on it son. What has been bothering your young mind?”
He asked gently as he Boiled tea.
“It’s all about the issue in general. I’m just tired.”
The old man paused and looked at him smiling.
“Sometimes some people around you might be the real enemies or people who you shouldn’t trust, especially people who are too kind and way too benevolent for no reason. They might not be too genuine.”
He said and continued boiling his tea.
“How do you mean?”
Richærd said turning towards him in confusion.
“My boy, wisdom is profitable to practice. You are mature enough to grasp things yourself and understand the handwritings on the wall. Here is tea.”
He said giving him a cup of hot tea, which Richærd took and gulped it down as the warmth circulated his wh0le being.
“Calm your nerves and meditate. You would understand a lot in due time.”
The man said and wheeled to the side, as he made for his library to study.
tbc