《The Children of thunder》Chapter Eleven
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Something woke Omotola in the dark. She squealed, panicking until a familiar voice hissed at her to hush it, she brushed her hair from her face and glared balefully at Shettima.
“What’s the big idea Dracula you want to give me a heart attack?’’ He smiled apologetic, "sorry if I scared you, but it's really important that we talk.’’
“You saw me at drills just this morning,’’ Omotola growled irritated, ‘’I need my sleep, and haven’t we agreed you quit your midnight strolls for a while? You’ll ruin everything.’’
“Change of plans, I saw something else’’ he cuts in so sharply she shuts up fast, “if we have to leave we should leave soon.’’
“You have a nice cubicle, she heard a deep voice said.’’
She squealed again in alarm, her wings flashed electricity so bright Shettima flinched, then she saw Obiora chuckling, his twin Orchid stood beside him grinning in amusement, carrying a sleepy Babybaby astride her hip, then Binta jumped unto her colt to hug her, her black curls braided into corn rolls.
“Perfect’’ Omotola rolled her eyes to cover her embarrassment, He brought the entire 5th generation with him.
“I had to bring us together,’’ Shettima said, in answer to the; explain the meaning of this; expression look on her face.
“It’d better be a good reason or else the doctor’s wrath won’t be the only thing you should fear’’ Obiora warned, his wings stirring restlessly at his back, his great size seems to make Omotola’s cubicle smaller.
“This morning’’ Shettima whispered urgently as they all quieted down to pay attention. “I overhead one of the doctors saying our performance at the big domed hall impressed the sponsors but concerns were raised about the destructive powers we displayed, which left quite a number of them arguing about how a threat we could be to the outside world, and questions about how much of a control the institute has over us,’’ his colleague then replied and said, by the time the RPA project is complete, there wouldn’t be any further issue and further need and reliant on the origin.’’
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Binta frowned, “what's an RPA and what has that got to do with us?’’
“Don’t you get it?’’ Shettima snapped, irritated at their bemused look. ‘‘RPA means regeneration prototype annexation, the regeneration prototype is Logan and the annexation has to do with the new test they’re carrying out on him that seems to be killing him, and the origin might be the man I told you about, something about no longer needing him when they’re done. I did something I had dared to try once only and entered the doctor’s head, it was so sudden he complained of a headache and left the lab immediately but not until I have found out the institutes plans for us.’’ he finally stopped talking with a shudder.”
For a while, they all stared dumbly at each other.
“What did you see?’’ Orchid whispered nervously.
Shettima seem to have lost the ability to talk until Obiora, impatient, strode over purposefully, lifted him up and shook him like a cocoa sack and then dropped him in disgust as they all protested in alarm, he moved back to his corner of the room to glare. The rough treatment seemed to worked, because Shettima coughed and continued, his voice hoarse.
“The mental contact was brief but I glimpsed enough to know Logan is in grave danger and so are the rest of us, they’re trying to make Logan overload on purpose. Like the rest of his generation in order to annex his abilities into things they have already built that could copy and manifest our powers.’’
There was uproar at this; Omotola was surprised no Askaris came knocking at the racket.
“They plan to ship Obiora and I off to fight in some country in the middle-east, Orchid and Omotola to another facility in the States and Europe respectively, Binta to overload, So they can annex her electro kinesis abilities, and finally they find Babybaby simply too volatile and dangerous, so they plan to put her down and absorb her powers into nuclear warheads.
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“Not before I tear this place apart brick by brick’’ Obiora growled, his eyes already glowed scarlet.
“I don’t think I like this place anymore’’ Babybaby said, she seemed to be taking it quite well.
“We should leave now’’ Orchid chipped in.
“Not without Logan’’ Binta her normally cheerful face competing with Obiora’s rages at the moment. “we have to find where they’re keeping him and then we leave, right after tearing this place down brick by brick like Obi said.’’
It was one thing to make threats and form bravado, and another to carry it out. For a while they all stared dumbly at each other, the fear of the institute slowly suppressing the new found justified anger.
“What now?’’ Babybaby broke the awkward silence.
“We find out where they are keeping Logan then we leave quietly,’’ there will be no need to fight our way out. Shettima said.
“What about the mystery man’’ Omotola cuts in on Orchid as she was about to speak, she frowned but said nothing allowing her to continue. “We can’t just leave without knowing who he is and what he knows, where are we going to run to if we succeed in breaking out? This facility is all we know as long as we can remember.’’
They then argued on for some time until they all finally agreed to let Shettima figure out where Logan is being kept and then bid their time in order to plan out a successful jailbreak.
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