THE NOTE

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍..... [ chap -2 ]

"𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 "

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐛𝐞, 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞.

AFTER 1 HOUR, [11:30]

After approaching a responsive state in a deserted room, I discovered myself on a wenge surface over an inferior carpet which made me wrestle under the circumstances of being drugged with an antidepressent which rooted my alert state to be incoherence of the actions throughout the environs.

While I was exasperating in a state where my wrist's were tied to a strut with a cord, leaving red blotches around the dermis which was generating soreness against the will.

I resisted to knead and twitch my right thumb in order to break-free my fist from the cord which was tied firmly across the strut of a wooden roof, but it was a futile attempt.

Unanticipatedly my sight got seized on the exit where the postern was scarcely open, about a quarter away from the lock, while some babbles were audible from the official abode.

So I tread myself in a creep way towards the postern with a curiousity full of assets to note the reading of the outward world which directed me towards an obscured view to discern where the pair of individual's in a dyad were consequentially interacting in a dialect form.

As the countenance of both the gentleman's were translucency perceptible, due to the over dosage of the depressant which was apex effecting my nerves.

[𝐌𝐀𝐍-1] While one of them was negotiating a chronicle concerning of how confidential are the traits of the operation which are obliged to be done straight away, without any detain.

While the other man [𝐌𝐀𝐍-2] who was sedentary at his seat, was scowling by refusing to hearken his facing partner's words.

As of a precipitous state transpired where the [𝐌𝐀𝐍-2] seated fellow ascended from his position and began to amble towards his benign intimate by collecting the firearm softly in his forearm over the desk, making a cynical look over his mug which made his partner petrify as well as the situation.

[𝐌𝐀𝐍-2] Instantaneously the menaced man "𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧" the nape of the person's neck, pointing the fire line by intimidating him to divulge the truth to veracity the evidences which he was concealing from him.

[𝐌𝐀𝐍-1] After harking to the words, the imperil man got dread, his pupils got enlarged in terror, he ceaselessly began to gulp the saliva down his gullet up to he riposte in a bottomed tone and babbled,

" 𝐖𝐇𝐀... 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓....𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 ??

" 𝐀𝐇𝐇 " !! [𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝]

[𝐌𝐀𝐍-2] The man got vexed and blare vociferately by cautioning him, that the upcoming time when he repeat himself he should enlighten him and if he desist to divulge the truth, then he gonna abort him on the count of ten and engulf his corpse alive in the burial ground.

[𝐌𝐀𝐍-1] After hearking to his threat, the man got prespired and began to implore for his existence and repeated himself as profess not to be an "𝐚𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭".

The geezer began to countdown, while the curcumambient became incalculable as if something erroneous sitch gonna take place after the sec's run out.

I got panicky and covered my eyes with terror.

𝐀𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 " 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 ".

𝐖𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬, 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭-𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬.

Even as the count terminated, a bang transpired across the official abode, echoing each barrier of the enclosure as soon as the bullet ejected from the " 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐭 ".

After scrutinizing the scenario, I discerned at the plot where the geezer was panting woodenly, being erect at his identical spot carrying the pistol in his forearm.

While the imperil man was agonizing and gasping for air, being half knocked on the desk, facing the wall and was being instantly squeezed over the skull by the evildoer on the wooden desk which rooted the man to be afflicted.

The middle hub of my rib section was thumping laboriously, while contemplating the view from an aspect. It made my self-restraint poignant, revealing the humanity which causes moral revulsion in one's.

The man indicated his sentries and instructed them to enfold the body behind the edifice at the burial ground and get rid of it.

Sooner later the man refilled his pistol and left the room hastenly, after collecting the operation's chronicle which was stated by the dead man.

After following their depart, I ingressed into the room, breaking the chain with a metal pierce block which seemed to be rusted and began to inspect each documents laying on the desk, existing in that room.

As unanticipatedly a creak vibration of the head door appeared from behind, where a intrepid man (sentry) yelled and entreated me to scooch down by leaving my digits in the air.

He began to tread fore in a steady pace, lining up and forending his rifle regarding my shoulder from a distant stretch and intimidated me not to budge or else he will feeble me to self mutilation.

As of a sudden my sight lay hold on a piece of a wooden spike, which objected me to execute the sentry by targetting it towards his physique.

I endeavoured to strike, nonetheless he pretzeled my charging ability and deliberately stabbed over my sinsitrial part.

I grunted and choked to ground while he directed to control my senses with a depressent by disposing the drug in the internals of my nerve.

The entire vision went hazed ahead, while I scarcely acknowledge the rearmost activity.

I WAS BEING.... DRAGGED ...BY... ONE... OF... THE.... SENTRY.... AWAY.... FROM.... THE... ABODE .....