In The Line Of The Dead Eyes

What can I say? This has been one hell of a ride! The Dead Eyes brought absolute terror to these poor folks with their inexplicable cruelty, but they’ve had their comeuppance. Let’s see what the aftermath of this hostage situation leads to… News Anchor on CNN: “Good evening. Tensions are rising between the United States […]

Stefeus grabbed his rifle, his lips curling into a predatory grin. “Now we’re fucking talking!” Lycipus beamed. “That’s right! Time to take out these fucking idiots once and for all!” They immediately grabbed their weapons and rolled down the windows next to them. They leaned out, the wind whipping their faces as the barrels of

“Citizens of Sekondi, remain indoors! Evacuate the roads immediately! This is for your safety. I repeat, evacuate the roads immediately!” Normally bustling with life, from children playing soccer on street corners to traders doing business and taxis honking their way through chaos, the city of Sekondi suddenly looked like a ghost town that late afternoon.

“Come on, Mole, come on!” Kosys hissed under his breath, already irritated to the core. He had called three times already, and his hub of intelligence was not answering. Each unanswered ring twisted the knot of anxiety in his gut tighter. He needed to know if there was any new development. “Pick up, damn it!”

The Situation Room was now a shadow of its earlier chaos. Deep into the afternoon, and the atmosphere was a grave one. The ministers sat in subdued silence, their expressions heavy with grief and defeat. Even the persistent hum of phones and whispers had fallen away, replaced by a somber stillness. President Ansa-Obiaka continued to

“What the fuck, Lycipus?! What the actual fuck! Did you have to blow her brains out?” “Yes, Kosys! Yes, I had to blow her fucking brains out. You know what you get with me when it comes to matters about Jo: chat shit, get banged.” Kosys covered his masked face with his hands, the frustration

“Sit up.” The order from Stefeus sounded confusing. Everyone looked up at him to see if he was actually talking to them. No sound of the door opening had touched their ears, so they couldn’t be sure. Those whose eyes met his saw that he was indeed talking to them. “I said, sit up.” With

The dining hall atmosphere was virtually overflowing with terror in that moment. Thelma, tears streaming down her cheeks, shook violently with her hands over her mouth as the now lifeless body of Max Abu lay near the table. Never in a lifetime would she have ever imagined that she’d witness an execution so gruesome and

Jacob lifted his head off the floor briefly. Everyone was still lying on the floor. Some were still, others trembling, and a few sobbing. The atmosphere remained thick with fear, with everyone terrified to open their mouths to speak, lest these masked beasts react unpleasantly. It felt like hours had passed. As to whether that

In the brightly lit dining hall, which was now a scene of dread, the hostages remained face down on the floor. Their eyes, wide with fear, darted between each other and the armed captors who stood guard at the exit. The air was thick with tension and anxiety, the only sounds the soft sobs of