Highest ranking: #1 in #Hausa as of 27th June, 2018
: #1 in #Nigerian as of 8th August, 2018
One promise, one favour plus a broken heart brings two people from entirely different worlds together.
On one side is ordinary...
"The moment you accept what troubles you've been given, the door will open." -Rumi
OMNISCIENT <The mission>
UNEDITED
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Mammy received the Nasir’s, the moment she was informed of their arrival. She went outside to the garage to welcome them. Prior to their arrival, she tried rehearsing how she would meet them. It was all a waste because the moment she saw Rukkayya’s Mother, she broke down in tears. The two women stood crying, arm in arm much to Alhaji Nasir’s dismay. Nana and Haneefah also cried together.
“Haba! What is the meaning of this?” Nasir says, his brows knit together. “This is a time for us to come together and pray, not cry. Crying has never solved anything in this life. Please pull yourselves together.”
“You’re right,” Mammy sniffs. “Please let’s all go inside, your luggage will be taken care of.”
The somber convoy went inside the mansion each in a puddle of their knotted thoughts. It wasn’t the way Mammy had imagined seeing the Nasir’s again. It was devastating for her. Ahmad had the worst of it, all he was only able to mumble greetings before the women broke down. He wished he could cry with them too. The moment he dreaded had come. Rukkayya’s parents had arrived yet she was nowhere to be found while he stood there like a statue, completely useless.
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The three men watched the screen with utmost attention. They paid close attention to every action of the subject, her response, her screams. Operation mind haze was progressing as the Iranian had explained.
The pledge failed a question. The sirens blared loudly. Unlike the others it sounded longer than thirty seconds. She passed out twenty seconds later. She regained consciousness after a minute just as the Iranian had said.
"You were right!" A deep voice exclaims.
"As I said, the therapy she is on coupled with the intensity of the sounds will fasten her heart rate till she collapses. When she regains consciousness, it will be as if she was awake all along as the heart will restart at a quickened pace."
Indeed, the Iranian was as skilled as his CV had shown. Ashkan Ali is a 26 year old coercive Interrogator. There was little information about him except for his work experience, which was superb. He was the only survivor in a black ops Iranian team that recorded many successes before the mysterious death of the team members. An ally of the boss had recommended him.
The dark skinned, muscular man had been at the center of the whole plot from inception to execution. He went by the name 'JAGUAR', the Boss's right hand man. The mission was dear to the Boss's heart, however, the tests were experimental. They needed a lab rat and there she was.
