The game of wits episode 4

THE GAME OF WITS
(THE ROLLED OUT DICE)
BY AUTHOR SMART
EPISODE 4
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Stiles clutched unto the with two of his palm before the knife could penetrate his chest, with blood spewing out from his hands.
He kicked the guy on the abdomen, making him to bend double and he pushed away the knife and slammed his knee caps on the guys face squarely, sending him a bit into the air, landing squarely with his back on the ground, while blood, flowed in torrent.
He smiled a bit, as he watched all the guys lying on the ground.
Just then Chief Obi’s car swerved up dust and drove out of the vicinity.
Stiles was too lazy to bother about the escaping Chief Obi and just sat in a tired manner on his car bonnet, staring at Richærd who was beating up the unfortunate guys, in the most comic way you can imagine.
He hopped on the car and drove right to the point where Richærd was.
“Guy let’s get going.”
Stiles scre-med at Richærd. Richærd turned towards the last guy and released a stomach wrenching kick to his abdomen, sending the guy wrapping up in pains, like a convulsion patient.
He ran towards his car and hopped in and off they went.
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Richærd was in his sitting room, with a short and without any shirt on. Displaying his shapely and muscular body to its maximum.
Just then a news headline popped up with the female news broadcaster, explaining in details on the news. And her words were so.
“The Ricky’s factory, located in wasteland, was bombed yesterday by an unknown terrorist, and the prime suspect is the anonymous Mr. Ricky, who still remained a mystery. The only survivor was a middle aged man, by name, Mr. Roy. In total are thirty deaths of prominent men in the society.”
She said and just then they projected the view of how the building exploded.
“Goddammit!! This man is too smart.”
Richærd said gritting his teeth in frustration.
Just then a call came through and he picked it up.
“Agent Richærd, I want to have you right in my office, a trail on the case of Mr. Ricky is here, the only survival is here with us.”
His superior, Francis said into the phone.
“OK I will be right there sir.”
Richærd said, and dropped his phone, he immediately went to get prepared for office.
Unity State, hasn’t been a peaceful place to stay for the past three years, due to the continuous bombing of different special places, like factories, and hotels, where prominent and society influencers where, bombing them to death.
It was all believed that it was the unknown Mr. Rick’s way of dusting his slate (killing or silencing anyone who knows about a particular secret or deal)
His modus operandi, was bombing the wh0le place down and making sure that it was all well timed and perfect without any trace or trail to him, he was just good in what he does, and that still remained a riddle yet to be unlocked by anyone, on who truly this Mr. Rick was, he still was anonymous without anyone saying that he had seen him before or whether he was a male or female, old or young.
Richærd and Stiles are the two best agents the UID service has provided in the current generation (Unity intelligence department) they had cracked up so many hærd cases and brought a lot of crime lords to face the full wrath of the law. But in this case, they had been on on this case for three years, but yet to no avail and has always hit the rock, without any trail to lead them, he was just doing a perfect job, and leaving no trace.
To the annoyance of their superiors who had told them to drop the case but they were to stubborn and persistent.
So you can imagine the mood Richærd and Stiles would be when such useful info was brought up.
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Stiles, could be seen in the interrogation room looking smart in suit, and beside him was Richærd who was dressed simply with his shirt tucked into his jeans trouser looking serious and official, while looking at the man who sat crossed leg on his chair looking all proud and aloof, with his facial expression, looking like he someone amused.
“For the tenth time can you please tell us what you said you know about this all?”
Richærd roared angrily, and banged his hands on the huge table in front of him.
While Stiles tapped him on the back to calm down.
“haha! Well pleasure before business. I need to smoke first before I say anything.”
The man said, in a relaxed manner. He was the only survivor of the bomb blast.
“Fine.”
Richærd said, fetching out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and threw it at him.
“Now you are through can you now tell us what you know?”
Richærd said, gradually loosing his patience.
“What do you want to know?”
The man said smiling, and swerved the swing chair.
“Everything you know.”
Stiles said, gently, but it was obvious he was annoyed.
“Heard the death of the sole owner of Dremo 5 star hotel last month?”
“Yeah of course it was all over the internet, that he died of heart failure, he is one of the decision makers in this Unity country.”
“Haha!! What If I tell you that this all powerful man was just one of the lackeys of this Mr. Rick’s would you believe it? And if I tell you that he never died of any heart failure, but was smothered to death, just to make sure that Mr. Rick dusted his slate to avoid any of his lackeys snitching on him, even this all popular and super rich owner of Dremo hotel, never got to see Mr. Rick face to face, then who I’m I to see his face?”
“So is this the information you came to give us?”
“My master Mr. Rick sent me a message to you and though I haven’t seen him in person, but I’m indebted to him and his message goes like this, “you two try more you would get to see me.”
Haha!!
The guy said and then let out a heart wrenching scre-m and straightened up dead, while blood oozed out of his mouth, as his head dangled up lifeless.