🗒Chapter 30 🗒

                      Mavuto's pov

  "Leon, that must be a large underground facility if Isaachar is keeping families down there. That must be where Mister Harvey and his families are, unless there are other underground locations. We have to get those people out from such an inhumane, unhealthy environment." I tell Leon, feeling sick that after so many searches, the CIA agents did not find out that there was an underground at the homestead or the cheif has been covering it up.

"Then we'll just have to raid the place, and I don't think we should do that without knowing exactly how we're going to get back out." He reasons.

"Any further luck with keeping a firm eye on Dré?" I asked him.

  He huffed out a breath and responded. "He has been writing all morning, and whatever he's up to, he's doing it secretly. He has even been changing back into the clothes he has been wearing at each location as if he doesn't want Sean to suspect anything."

"That's so weird. I'm going to get back to this task, talk to you later." I tell him and end the call.

  Chavel was now freshly bathed and asking Cornel. "Why am I back in here?"

"To fuck again." He says and walked out leaving her.

  She made up her face in anger and appeared to want to cry. She was so ugly. Just knowing how evil she is made me pitiless where she's concerned. Same as how she could stomach watching other women getting assaulted by numerous men, she should be alright getting the same treatment. She took a deep breath seeing Ottis, a top-class robber and murderer strolling into the room. He glanced at her and motioned with his finger for her to turn around, but she gave him her middle finger with her face twisted in deep grief.

"Does the underground have a lockdown, baby? I haven't been with a woman in years, I'm so anxious." He asked, then tell her in his innocent sounding voice.

"Yes, it does. Only an idiot wouldn't think that it has." She answered, then say scornfully.

  Ottis laughed a little and told her. "It's not that one wouldn't think it has one. It's being sure and knowing the password."

  She hissed and said. "I don't know the password, Blake, and the others probably do."

"I want you to ride me while telling me the names of all the families who are kept underground." He tells her and sat on the bed beside her, stroking his dripping cock.

  A text notification buzzed on my phone, and I took it from my pocket and read the message from Neymar. •My son is here, boss. Healthy and already good-looking like me.•

  •Congratulations, and he doesn't look like you. He looks like his mother. You're ugly.• I texted him back.

  A picture came and I smiled. Neymar was the object of happiness clutching his tiny son in his arms. •I'm super happy for you. Make sure you take good care of him and his mother.•

  •I most definitely will.• He texted back, and I turned my attention back to the two people getting ready to fuck.

  Janai's pen flew across his notepad each time Chavel mentions a name, I was glad when Ottis asked her to list some of the persons in a certain family and asked what had happened why they were there. Tyriq and Cornel got busy on their macbooks searching for missing persons while I listened to the evil bitch with anger. Ottis ejaculated quickly, and Cornel sent in another man. Chavel was clearly fed up, but I was keeping this up all day until I got all the information I needed. An African who murdered his wife in their home when he found out she was cheating fucked her until she began to cry that she couldn't take anymore. He was obviously very thirsty and glad for the pleasure, so he didn't want to stop. He fucked her until he released and she lay limp on the bed.

"Take her and fling her inside her cell. Let her know that the next time she doesn't cooperate, she'll be spending a few days in a cell with all the man who has climbed her along with a few more." I tell Cornel who left, and I got busy with Janai and Tyriq.

  Brunch was a meeting affair as we exchanged ideas and made plans at the main guardhouse. We researched the missing families until after twelve the next morning when we were all dosing off from the need to rest. I went into my bedroom adjoined to my office and went straight to sleep.

There was a bag with two sets of change of clothes on the sofa inside my office when I awake the next morning, and I checked all the work reports before getting ready for the day. Breakfast was served inside the meeting room where Kimberly had a projector set up for us to watch the assigned guards who were led by Luie, Michael, and Kinjohn as they got ready to take away the containers loaded with guns and ammunitions from Regan Mafia.

"Everything is prepared and ready in case they need backup." Christopher states, coming in and taking a seat at the table.

"Twayne is in position, I have clear visual from three angles, Kinjohn will watch my rear." Twayne says over the monitor, and Kinjohn's deep breathing comes through the monitor before he says.

"I will shoot you in it purposefully and run away."

Twayne chuckles and tells him. "I would introduce you to my sister if you weren't such a bore."

  Kinjohn hissed, and it was down to business as Twayne took out a sniper thirty meters to Kinjohn. I was so frightened that I sat up straight in my chair. Everyone was on edge as Twayne skated away for cover, giving Kinjohn the advantage of taking out two snipers who fired off at him. Sisco launched the drone in the vicinity of where they were, and it picked up three dead snipers. Twayne did the checking with his team while Kinjohn and his team kept a keen watch whilst they communicated to let each other be aware of where they were.

  A blazing gun battle ensued with casualties on both sides after Luie's and Michael's teams managed to get the containers of guns and ammunitions. The defense guards took up our injured and dead guards while Sisco and his team checked the containers for trackers and bombs. Kinjohn and his team took all the injured, dead and hostage Regan Mafia guards, and Twayne guarded the holding infirmary until seven that evening when he was released by Kinjohn and his team, who took over to keep extra guard while the guns and ammunitions were all checked and transferred to different containers. All of those who are seriously injured of our guards were taken to the hospital close to Parsley Meadows, and the families of the four deceased outpost guards were informed.

  Another full check and inspection was done on the trucks by Sisco and his team, and they found two trackers, which I told them to leave there with a couple traps and vacate everyone within that hour. It was wiped clean by Luie and his team, who then transported all the men and women who were taken as prisoners to the interrogation prison. Kimberly and a few tech guards scan them one by one before placing all eighteen of them into one interrogation room to make them uncomfortable. I went and checked on all of my injured guards with Tyriq, offering comfort and seeing that they were getting the best care.

The next morning, after getting a proper rest, I sat down in a meeting at ten with Luie, Sisco, Kinjohn, Christopher, Michael, Tyriq, Cornel, and Janai. All notes, advice, and observations were discussed in an effort to confiscate more of Regan Mafia's harms and guards. The rescue of the people who were being kept against their will, among other important stuffs. Davis came to work late with only one apology letter for Michael and an excuse that he had a punctured tyre on the way, which made him late.

  "I don't see why I should have written apology letters for anyone else, Mavuto. You're being unfair. Just fire me already and stop treating me like a child!" He ranted.

"Choose your weapon and let me know when you're ready." I told him, and he marched off to the weapons room, so I went inside the combat hall.

  He came with two sticks, flung one at my feet and took off his shirt. I took off my shirt, gave Tyriq my phone, and began stretching while the combat hall began to fill up with everyone present at the main guardhouse. "An article released only moments ago is trending on every news station." Kimberly says.

"It's titled THE LIES OF THE-STEPPER ORGANIZATION, and is two pages in length. Also, on the news are the police being tipped about a location, and a group of detectives are now on the scene at our former holding grounds. The article has highlighted that an eyewitness has contacted them about The-Stepper organization taking the CIA cheif from the hospital and is urging the public to make the article go viral and reveal the evil and unreliability the The-Stepper organization is and the law is covering it up." Sisco briefed, then beckoned for Davis and I to start combat.

  After driveling for a good ten minutes round and round with him, I stood one place with my head down, giving him the opening to attack me. The first move he made, I held unto his stick, ran up on him, and gave him three hard slaps across his back. He managed to hold onto my stick, and I released it in his hold and sent my fist flying at his face. He managed to sight it, but he didn't manage to sight my left foot that sent him sprawling onto the ground.

"Davis, you're officially transferred to outpost one for misbehavior, and while there, you've been assigned to daily training and a chance to move back up the ranks or quit." I told him, then added.

"Unless someone wants to ask for mercy on your behalf.

"I ask that he be transferred to outpost five boss." Miguel says with tears running down is otherwise serious face.

  The whole atmosphere was sad, and everyone's features were downcast. He didn't even strike me once, which would have enabled him to be transferred to a higher outpost. "May I know the reason why you ask for him?" I asked Miguel.

"Well, sir, when I just began training by chance, I got his file. I admired how he worked his way to the top, and it has been my dream to work with him." Miguel explained.

  A wave of disappointment flooded over me, and I nodded at Miguel, apologizing and telling him. "I'm sorry Davis has disappointed you, Miguel, I hope he'll make it up to you."

"Davis, you've been transferred to outpost five and everyone that is present in this room should receive a printed letter of apology before the end of the day, and I don't mean the same thing copied on each paper." I told Davis, who remained seated on the ground with his head down.

  It is one thing to disappoint me, but disappointing an elite who had held you in high regard was extremely bad, and I know he must feel really awful inside like the rest of us.

To be continued...