"What is your next plan?"
Tamandan Bongo, the Black hitman, voiced as if putting my mind to the test. He behaved like a clairvoyant. Did he have skills to perceive someone's thoughts? Maybe he genuinely desired to know I reasoned.
I quickly went back to the question, if he knew he would not have asked, i debated, convincing myself that he didn't know. Probably, he did and was just tempting me.
Right away, I searched in my mind how he knew where I was. How did he find himself inside my safe house container? Another question sunk in my head. How did the assassins get into the safe house container? They must have been tracking me all this while.
"Fuck."
I insulted loudly causing Tamandan Bongo, the Black hitman to cast his brown bulge eyes on me. Perhaps the same for him.
"Ah, how?"
I screamed loudly like a child as if stinger by a bee.
My dear friend Tamandan Bongo, the Black hitman had successfully managed to pull out the moment I had lost myself in thoughts.
"That hurt!"
"You should have at least notified me."
I corrected his action, for it caused my heart to leap terribly bad. A mocking grin formed up on his face.
"If I had done that, the pain would have been three times the experience you just went through."
He replied with the same teasing grin as if he had trained himself to play it a thousand times and I happened to be the perfect audience it watched it live.
I snatched the whiskey, poured it on top of my wound.
"Fuck!"
I cried defiantly. It scratched the underneath of my heart because of its pain. I gritted my teeth in order not to scream and divert some of my senses away from the pain.
He grabbed my hand with the intention of wrapping it up. He wanted to use the same piece of cloth to bandage my wound.
"No, don't, I have a first Aid kit."
I twisted to locate it behind the back side of my beautiful Easter. My eyes quickly found it. My left hand brought it to him. He shook his head.
I had no idea why he did it. Curiosity clings to me. My ego played tricks just to fulfill its need. Sometimes it's unnecessary to know what people think of you. I challenged myself.
"Did you have all the things planned before calamity fell on you?"
He intercepted my thought pattern.
"No, I did not have an easy childhood. I learnt to be ready for anything that would come my way. I guess the hardship of my childhood prepared me for this very moment."
I spilled a glimpse of myself on him.
"I usually think there is always a blessing masked behind each challenge we go through."
He cut a piece of his accumulated knowledge to me over the years.
"I certainly think in the same line as you. Provocation is basically a step up stone. You don't need to fight it but embrace it wholeheartedly. All we have to do is pay a little attention and learn the lesson behind it."
His eyes literally showed that he considered and compared the two statements. I couldn't fathom his final resolution. Interestingly I bothered not to find out.
He finished swaddling the white bandage on my wound. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it."
My partner in crime genuinely beamed.
I wished I could request him to do the same for the wound on my left lung. I did not have that luxury even if it was the right thing to do.
Inasmuch health came first on any normal person. My situation denied me such privileges. Survival was privatized. I didn't think it would kill me. I have a good body that heals very fast. With time it would dry out and when that occurs I know I am on the safe side. Actually, I did assume it had already come to that.
"Easter, switch to semi outo."
I wanted to feel the grip of my injured hand. I stepped on the gas pedal the second my beautiful Easter gave me the right to drive her.
My both hands gripped the steering wheel. I loved the hyphy that came with the effectiveness of my right hand. I concluded that my right hand is not useless after all though it hurts like hell.
I ignored the pain and concentrated on the electrifying vibe that I obtained from my beautiful Easter.
In my twenty five years of existence I had figured out that the brain or say the mind could be manoeuvred into my desires and not its own. So I took advantage and applied my ploy.
"Easter take over and increase to the maximum speed."
My voice came out quite bossy. I feel much better now. I was momentarily gaining my esteem back after the Merciless ninja assassin attack.
"Really?"
Tamandan Bongo, the Black hitman didn't understand any of what I intended to do. He saw instability in my head and actions.
To him we were just doing great with the initial speed we were at.
The road was straight, and perfect for extreme speed. I worried not I that might find myself in a road accident.
I removed a different device from the drawer. It had one button. I handed it over to my partner in crime.
"What is it for?"
He held it questioningly. Maybe irritated by my insane humour. Those were his demons he needed to deal with. All persons are different and unique in their own way. You don't have to change them to be you but let them be who they are. You must have the humility to swim with them to the shore.
"Press it."
I told him, my eyes went to the rear view mirror immediately.
My partner in crime pushed the button just to be done away with me. The remote I gave him had only one button. The convoy of the cops' vehicles started tumbling, they turned upside down while others swayed off the road into the gravel sand and some bashed into the ridge on the left side.