jupitre:
How i didn't c dz great script on time is still baffling me.. Bro ironcurtain,you rock,thumbs up to u bro,,may God give u more wisdom...if u are starting another one,kindly mention me ooo..

ironkurtain:

Thanks bro

melodyogonna:
mention me too o

slimsue:
I am so glad I was in this ship with ironkurtain as my captain. Thanks for this it was awesome.

ironkurtain:


Appreciated

officialflex:
am Avin the feeling this story has part 3,inshort I want it to have part 3.this is the third time I will read this story from the beginning to the end and I would wish u can get someone to turn this amazing piece into a movie, there is no doubt it going to be a blockbuster.so has my wish being granted

Eli360:
Oga Ironkurtain I dey hail ooo.
It has being a very very very long time ooo. Part Two has almost come to the conclusion & I 'm yet to start... Hmmmmm don even know where to start from... But then I must start from some where... I know how interesting your story is... I bliv in no distance time I meet up with you guyz... Clear throat, let me look for a comfortable front seat seif.Ahaa!!! I don get one.

jaygiant:
. "This is what am gonna do........am gonna take out this big guy beside me and use you to knock out mr second in command before killing him......then use that scarpel you are holding to open up your arteries.

"Hm.....", the doctor pursed his lips as he got closer. "So how do you intend to do that being the one tied up?", he asked.

"Who said am tied up?", the prisoner asked. Then he raised his hands and showed the doctor the rope that was used to tie his hands. He had loosened it.

The doctor saw it and gasped. The big man made a move to grab the prisoner. But he was much more faster. And with an almost lightening speed, the prisoner got up and swung the chair at the big man. The chair struck the man and the blow snapped his neck, killing him instantly. With the same speed, he grabbed the doctor's hand that held the scarpel and twisted it. At the same time he grabbed the collar of the doctor's shirt and swung the light weight man at Joseph who was making a quick move to grab the weapon on the table. The doctor's body knocked Joseph down and the impact left both men sprawling on the floor.

Joseph immediately made an attempt to get up. But a strong hand grabbed his neck, almost crushing his windpipe and lift him up. One moment his legs were dangling in the air, the next his body is being careened against the wall, face first. The impact cracked his skull and shattered his jaw. As he crumbled to the floor, a foot came looming at his face and crushed what was left of it against the wall with a sickening crunch.

The doctor, still sprawling on the floor managed to turn after shaking off the massive concussion he took from the body slam. He looked up and saw the man, their prisoner standing over him. Then he looked around and saw the other two men lying on the floor dead. One's neck was twisted in an angle not possible for a human neck while the other's face was unrecognizable."


Haba sir, Arnold schwarzeneger in True Lies?! I love the story but some of this scenes are straight from a Hollywood movie. You are a gifted writer boss create your scenarios from your own mind. . you can let your visual experiences from the movies guide you, but don't just recreate them whole

ironkurtain:
"So who are you?", Joseph asked again as he re-wrapped the bloodstained piece of cloth around his knuckles and looked at the prisoner sitting on the chair with his hands tied behind his back. "You better start talking my friend......the commander wants some answers and it is best not to keep him waiting", he continued.

The prisoner licked the cut on his lower lip inflicted by the beatings he had being receiving and spat out saliva mixed with blood. He looked at Joseph and smiled.

"I like the way you punch sir......", he began, still smiling. "Did your sister teach you how to throw a fist?", he asked intently.

Joseph swung a vicious punch and it caught the prisoner on his left jaw.

"Could you do that one more time please", the man begged and it attracted five......six more blows to the face and guts."Am getting really bored sir......when will the real thing start?", the man continued.

Joseph stared at the prisoner, sweating and trying to catch his breath. Then he wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand and looked at the big man holding the prisoner down on the chair while he got pummeled.

"Let the doctor do his job", the big man suggested as he straightened up. "I told you that this guy might be a hard nut to crack. The doctor should do it his own way......he always make them talk".

Joseph undid the bloodstained piece of cloth wrapped around his right knuckles. And motioned at the bald headed skinny looking man who had being standing and watching. He had a knapsack lying on the floor next to him.

The so called doctor picked up the sack and approached the prisoner quietly. He stared at him for a few seconds with a disturbing mischievous smile on his face. The expression seems to be a permanent one as he still had it as he opened the sack and deposited it's content on a table the big man had placed beside the doctor.

The prisoner stared at the doctor. Then at the things on the table. Rusty scarpel, hacksaw, hook-like metals, matchete, hammer and nails of various sizes. The prisoner smiled and looked at the doctor again.

"Doctor, do you in anyway have any remedy for a headache?", the prisoner asked intently as the doctor stared at his tools on the table, perhaps wondering which one to use first.

Then the skinny man picked up the rusty scarpel and examined it. He looked at the prisoner with his ever mischievous smile and nodded delightfully.

"Make sure the words coming out from his dirty mouth are the words we want to hear", Joseph said to the doctor in french and stepped aside.

The doctor placed the scarpel on the table and brought out a pair of dirty rubber gloves from his left pocket. Gently sliding his hands into the gloves, he looked at the other tools on the table.

"Don't you think it is better to tell them what they want, than me making you to do so?", he then asked the prisoner in english with a french accent. "Because if i do it myself, i usually find it difficult to stop. Even after you have told us all we want to hear", the doctor continued, still staring at his tools of torture.

"Doctor.....right?.......or should i call you the gynecologist".

The doctor paused in what he was doing and looked at the prisoner.

"Yeah.......the gynecologist. The Rwandan gynecologist.......that's what they call you", the prisoner continued. "Specialized in female circumcision", he smirked. "So doc, can you tell me what was the look on the faces of your patients when you.......operated on them?......all those girls and women".

The doctor's mischievous smile turned into an evil one as he stared at prisoner.

"I'm still wondering what made you to do all those things to those women.......especially being someone born of a woman", the prisoner kept talking. "Did you face alot of rejection from the opposite sex during your childhood?.....perhaps alot of disappointments from girlfriends?.....unable to get past the friendzone in all your relationships?".

The doctor picked up the scarpel again. He examined it's blade with his thumb. And said, "You are about to find out.... my friend". He looked at the big man and nodded at him. The big man dropped his rifle on the table and rolled up his sleeves while Joseph lit himself a cigarette.

"Make sure you hold the kizengi down firmly", Joseph said and blew a cloud of smoke. "I dont want the doctor missing any cut he intends to make".

The big man stood beside the prisoner, waiting for the order to hold him firm on the chair while the doctor stood infront. The prisoner slowly turned his head at the fearsome looking man and ran his eyes from the man's head to his toe with a smirk on his face.

"This is your last chance my friend", the doctor then said impatiently and brought the prisoner's attention back to him. "You better start talking.....before i make you talk", he continued and waved the scalpel.

ironkurtain:
"Nope", the prisoner began and slightly moved his body on the chair. "This is Your last chance to talk". Then he glanced at his captors with a sinister look on his face. "This is you last chance.....to tell me where you guys are holding the white man", he continued and moved his body again.

The atmosphere in the poorly lighted torture room suddenly became tense. The doctor furrowed his brows and looked at the big man standing beside the prisoner. And then looked at Joseph with a baffled look on his face. Joseph slowly lowered the hand that held the cigarette he was smoking. He too was baffled as he stared at the prisoner with furrowed eyebrows. And he had just found out that they were dealing with a guy who was more than a just a gun-runner.

"And......", the prisoner moved his body yet again with a low grunt. ".......i might go easy on the bad predicaments i intend to bring to this.....party", he concluded and dropped the rope that was used to tie his hands on the floor. He had loosened it.

The doctor gasped with alot of fear on seeing the rope the prisoner dropped infront of him. The big man immediately made a move to grab the prisoner. But prisoner was much more faster. And with an almost lightening speed, he got up and swung the chair at the big man. The chair struck the man and the blow snapped his neck, killing him instantly. With the same speed, the prisoner grabbed the doctor's hand that held the scarpel and twisted it. At the same time he grabbed the collar of the doctor's shirt and swung the light weight man at Joseph who was making a quick move to grab the weapon on the table. The doctor's body knocked Joseph down and the impact left both men sprawling on the floor.

Joseph immediately made an attempt to get up. But a strong hand grabbed his neck, almost crushing his windpipe and lift him up. One moment his legs were dangling in the air, the next his body is being careened against the wall, face first. The impact cracked his skull and shattered his jaw. As he crumbled to the floor, a foot came looming at his face and crushed what was left of it against the wall with a sickening crunch.

The doctor, still sprawling on the floor managed to turn after shaking off the massive concussion he took from the body slam. He looked up and saw the man, their prisoner standing over him. Then he looked around and saw the other two men lying on the floor dead. One's neck was twisted in an angle not possible for a human neck while the other's face was unrecognizable.

"Where is he?", the prisoner asked and picked up the scarpel the doctor had dropped. "Where is the white man being held", he asked again with a cold look in his face.

"First floor......third room on the left......please don't .....".

That was all the doctor could say before the man bent over him with the scarpel, covering his mouth and slitting his throat slowly.

The man dropped the scarpel beside the almost decapitated body and grabbed the rifle on the table. He quietly paced to the door of the room and stood near it. He waited to see if the noise of the killings had attracted any attention. Then he open the door slightly and peeped to check the activities going on in the corridor. The three armed men at the far end didnt seem to notice what had happened as they keep discussing among themselves.

The man locked the door and glanced at the bodies of the three men he had just killed. He went over to the table and dropped the rifle on it. Glancing at the two sharp matchete lying among the tools on the table, he dragged the body of Joseph and began to take off the cloths of the dead man. And also his.

The three armed men continued in their discussion, oblivious of what had happened in one of the rooms that was converted into a torture chamber. One of the men, the brute the prisoner had earlier seen beating the frail woman was one of them. And he was telling his friends how he took his turn with the woman in the tent. While they laughed, one of the armed men looked and saw a man in a military fatigue with a rifle slung on his shoulder approaching them. He also had matchetes on both hands. The rebel ignored the man and continued listening to the tale of rape. Then with a suspicious look on his face, he looked in the man's direction again with a furrowed eyebrow. The man had gotten closer with a determined look on his face.

"It is the foreigner......", the gunman squealed to his fellow comrades. But before any of the men could make any move, the matchetes started swinging at them

Severed limbs, heads, guts and pieces of human-being fell all over the place with blood spray painting the corridor as the man went at them. Unleashing a ferocious slaughter on anything within the range of his matchete bearing arms. And in a matter of seconds, the man had left three mutilated bodies and severed limbs where the three gunmen were standing.

Michael coughed hard and rolled uncomfortable on the mat he laid with a groan. He opened his eyes and slowly moved his body to a sitting position. The room was quite hot and stuffy. The windows were sealed with thick planks. And the only way light and air got into the place was through the space inbetween the floor and the bottom of the metal door. But only enough to make anything barely visible and the air flowed in with a stench not of this world.

The white man in his mid thirties with a blonde hair coughed again and reached for the plastic water container lying beside the mat.

"Damn", he cursed under his breath when he saw it was empty and coughed again. "Hey!, anyone there?......i need some water", he croaked out.

No answer.

"Hello?", he called out and still no answer. "Goddamit i need water you f@cking animals", he bawled and threw the water container at the door.

Then almost immediately, a rattling sound followed by a metal clanking sound filled the room. The door opened. Michael shaded his eyes from the light that flooded into the room. He looked carefully and saw the figure of a man standing at the door. And the man seems to be holding something on both hands.

"I need water", Michael said, this time with a calm tone of voice, fearing that he might have angered the man guarding the room.

Then the man left and came back a few seconds later dragging something into the room.

"Jesus!.......what the f@ck?!", Michael gasped with fear when the man dropped the decapitated body beside the mat he was sitting on.

"Shhh......be quiet", the man hushed him.

The white man stared at the headless corpse with horror. The sight seems to make his skin want to walk away from him.

"Michael Hendriks.......right?", the man asked and looked at the white man. But he was still staring at the mutilated corpse that was bleeding.

"Hey......are you Michael Hendriks?", the man asked again.

Michael turned his gaze at the man and said, "yeah.....i'm Michael Hendriks", and looked at the bloodstained matchetes the man was wielding on both hands.

"Okay.......", the man began and dropped the matchete he held on his right hand. "Your family requested for my services so am here to deliver it sir", he said, extending the right hand to Michael.

Michael hesitated abit before taking the hand.

"Where are the others?", he asked as the man helped him up to his feet.

"What do you mean?".

"The Cavalry.......the rest of the rescue team?".

"This is the rescue team sir".

"What?!......you alone?", Michael was flabbergasted. "What kind of a rescue operation is this?", he asked.

"The best kind you will ever get sir", the man answered rather indifferently. "Now follow me let me get you the hell out of here"

"And how do you intend to take out the rest of these guys alone?", Michael asked as he followed the man to the door. "Those guys are.......",

"I know that sir", the man interrupted irritatedly and pointed the bloody matchete at the dead body. "Just to come here, i had to leave ten of them dead with their guts all over the place and making sure the rest didnt knowing what's going on. It is by no means an easy feat.......and I'm in no mood for any interrogation. So let me get us the hell out of here before they start smelling something fishy.

"Wait!...What about all those women?", Michael asked again

"None of my business".

"Four of them had being killed since i got here".

"Landmines killed more than twice that number in a village not very far from here".

"So are you going to leave them to die in the hands of those brutes?

The man looked at Michael. "Sir, the order is to set you free", he replied. "The service your family is paying for.......so please let's........".

"I will pay you double......", Michael interrupted, stopping and grabbing the man's shirt as they exited the room. "I will pay you double to set all those women free......triple, if you do that and kill that motherfucker Jacques.

The man shook his head and dropped the other matchete. He unsling the AK-47 from his shoulder and cocked the rifle.

"Cannot happen sir", the man murmured, holding the rifle in one hand and grabbing Michael's arm with the other hand. "Too damn risky.......and not part of my mission. Now let's go", the man made an attempt to lead Michael through the empty corridor.

"F@ck your mission", Michael retorted, trying to lower his voice. "If you are not doing it, then......", he freed his arm from the man's grip. ".......start considering the mission a failure because am going nowhere.......not with all those poor women suffering in the hands of those animals", he continued.

The man stared at Michael surprisingly and was impressed by the humane heart the white man displayed. Especially being the one who wanted to get conflict diamonds from the leader of the so called animals. Only to be held hostage by Jacques because the white man happened to be a member of a royal family in Europe. And Jacques had wanted to use it as a way to extort money from them. Or let the whole world know who is being held hostage in his camp through execution infront of a camera. The royal family, not wanting a situation that will tarnish their image, hired a private rescue team, the best in the continent to rescue their son. And they wanted it to be done quietly.

"How the hell do you expect me to do that?", the man asked Michael. "This situation could get loud".

"You figure it out yourself tough guy....", Michael smiled. "You have already taken out ten guys......done silently. Am sure you can take out the rest", then the white man stepped back into the room. "Oh one more thing.......make Jacques own to be very loud and nasty", he concluded and gently closed the iron door.

The man stared at the door, murmuring, "Sir you are a son of a b!tch".

"I heard that".


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Cylovee:
Thank you sir.... I don't have much to say but thank you. (I wish you are in 9ja i could have just send you small card) thanks

Oluwaeasy:
Baba, why the delay?

koliteoriks:
when I started reading this story I couldn't stop until I read everything I must say this is a wonderful story I would love the story to get a part 3 because am still in suspense

oluwaemmanuel:
new story pls

Gotee11:
i be new comer and I dey wait for update I beg

ironkurtain:

Update??....this is a complete story.

ironkurtain:

Update??....this is a complete story.

Nancywealth:
I am suspecting kelvin to be dante

meneski:
or dante's informant....a kinda late i am right?

ironkurtain:


Very very late bro..

orijintv:


Bro ive missed your updates/Fight Scenes. Please when are you starting a new story? Cos i cant wait to see you in action