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RED TAPE 2

NOREE and Thelma are two lovers the whole town knows. The love they exhibit spans beyond the eyes can see. To many they have been ordained from heaven to be married. But something was always going to be wrong. NOREE’S father was a staff at the palace and the closeness to the king as one of the king’s advisor was felt when he was alive. The feud that led to his death was a calculated one that the whole town knows it was the king’s handwork. He was so opposed to the dictatorship and corrupt practices of the king. His complain gained him so much followership that threatened the throne. One morning we all woke up to the realization of the hideous truth that Chief Nelson was no more.   The whole town was sober for a week. He was celebrated as one of the bravest persons the town has ever produced. His legacy was what we built on and in all respect NOREE would die for this same course. Shortly after his death NOREE was invited to the palace and offered the position his father just ...

RED TAPE

It was a perfect plan with no leakages. A brave incidence of contentment mixed with pains. Death is a constant in this mission. The number of people that will die is what the variable becomes. Days and months of planning is about to be carried out in less than thirty minutes. The atmosphere would be put into a deep cry from the ravage about to be done. The spies have confirmed the targets and they are still as loose as ever. We will run through them and kill as many as possible. We were ready and nothing was going to stop us apart from the red tape. The adventures that led to these feats were mere operational misinterpretations. The pains it has caused can be directed towards displease between the government and the governed. The damages were more mental than physical thus we needed to show them how we felt whichever way. The movement was formed over six months now and from the inception we have all sworn to make an overthrow very soon or we all die in groin of our quietness. But ...