Chapter 52

In a question of few moments, Slimmy, Delicate, Nazaretha, Kong and Fabio were collected before Host in the lounge room. He kept a stoic expression as he hung tight for them to properly situate themselves. A snapshot of quietness was noticed for not a glaringly obvious explanation.
Have turned upward and gazed at their appearances, consistently, looking them in the eyeball. His quietness was starting to cause them to feel awkward. At the point when he was quiet for such a long time like that, it implies that somebody or certain individuals could be killed. Also, that was precisely exact thing was at the forefront of Host's thoughts. He needed to vent his indignation on one of them, that is the reason he was gazing at every one of them, searching for the one whose face would show as little as a shine of unseriousness or perkiness. However, unfortunately for himself and fortunately for them, they all had their appearances down with all reality.

"What do you all think you are doing?" He started to talk finally. Every one of the folks hurled a moan of help, making the murmur simply clearly enough to themselves. "You started a battle and you're all resting? You figure the white tigers couldn't return?"
He stopped to take a gander at their countenances, in a steady progression once more. There was no answer, nor was there any development or sound from the young men. They were undeniably resolved to avoid anything to disturb his resentment.

"Who drove the young men to drop El Salam?" He inquired. This time, his inquiry got reactions promptly from everybody of them with the exception of Slimmy. Not even one of them had talked yet just moved their looks and fixed them on Slimmy.
"I did," Slimmy replied, in a low tones. His head actually bowed.
"For what reason did you drop him? What's more, for what reason didn't you let me know you had an expectation of following through with something like that, regardless of whether the kid violated you?" Host posed various inquiries.

Slimmy raised up his head a bit, he got a brief look at Host's red hot eyeballs and immediately face down once more. "I had no goal of… " he stopped and made a sound as if to speak delicately. "We in no way wanted to squander the person, were exclusively on a watch when he strolled into our way"
"What watch?"
"We needed to upset a few tests happening in the staff. We had zero desire to drop him however he professed to be obstinate, so we had no way out"
"So for what reason didn't you let me know after it worked out?" Host yapped.

"Have" Slimmy looked into a bit and met Host's look. "We didn't think including you in such frivolous matters was essential"
"You call something that includes El Salam unimportant?" Host gazed at them in shock. "Hey now, El Salam is one of their significant assassins and dropping a hired gunman isn't a unimportant thing. It makes certain for them to make a counter assault."

There was an additional two minutes of quiet gazes and murmurs. "How have we arranged for their counter assault?" Host yapped again abruptly. "You all are sticking around and hopping about like little dogs, while the hunters are plotting your passing. Or on the other hand don't you realize you all will be their principal targets? We really want to straighten out our home at this point. I think this is the perfect time to at long last assume control over this grounds and put the white tigers where they should be; under our feet." He said and leaped to his feet.
"We'll return for a urgent gathering quickly time, see yourself as gone on the off chance that I don't meet you here." Host said prior to stomping out of the spot.
The folks gazed at one another quietly, they knew not to leave the scene for the gathering. At the point when Host cautions that he ought to meet you when he returns, he doesn't mean quickly while the gathering should begin, he could return two minutes after he gave the word and soften out his discipline despite the fact that it wasn't the ideal opportunity for the gathering.
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"Baba, I just got data that Host is near and he's having an inward bazaar meeting with his young men," OJ said to Screw as he strolled into the eating region where Screw was situated.
"Welcome to him," Screw said with a disdain. Bringing some fluid from tube into the needle. The upper piece of his arm was at that point fixed to uncover the veins through which he would infuse the fluid. OJ stayed calm for some time as watched his chief fix the needle into the vein and infuse the substance. Screw breathed out profoundly after the items in the needle had been purged into his arm. He covered the needle and dropped it on the table.
He loosened up once more into his seat, the perspiration on his temple increased quickly. He removed his shirt and draped it on the seat arm, uncovering his very much assembled muscles and chest.
"Chief," OJ referenced serenely, attempting to sort out whether or not his chief was presently in the right state of mind to talk.
Screw sat up. "So Host is back?"
"Indeed"
"Furthermore, he's making arrangement with his young men?"
"Indeed"
"That ought not be something of worry to us," Screw said as he got up to extend. "We are not their mates. Regardless of how much cockroaches plan, they can always lose the tigers in a fight." He said and started to leave the eating, towards a room. OJ followed gradually behind.
Indeed, even Screw didn't completely accept that his words, he realize that the Holy messengers were difficult to overcome however he needed to talk intense. Additionally he had set a few designs set up that will assist them with overcoming the Holy messengers.
"I provided you with the gig of fortifying the youngsters" Screw unexpectedly turned and told OJ.
"Indeed Baba, that's what i've done I'm actually making it happen" he said. "The young men are prepared to kill anyone killable, regardless of whether it's their moms"
Screw laughed at OJ's strength. Not that he doubted OJ's capacity to do the task however the prospect of the young men killing prepared to kill their moms made him laugh.
Screw turned around and kept strolling, he got into the room and trusted that OJ will enter before he shut it. The room wasn't exactly claimed by anybody yet was forever been utilized by Screw, it was the room they concealed prisoners whenever they had one.
The room was in jumble. There were garments ; shirts, pants and for the most part women clothing; sticking around all over, on the television, fan, sleeping cushion and, surprisingly, the window draperies. The garments were for everyone except possessed by no one. There were metal weapons wherever as well, blades, cutlasses, hatchet; a few of them on the bedding and on the floor.
Screw strolled to the garments holder and shoved aside some garments hung there. He eliminated the pin from a paper stuck to the wall and took the paper, he gazed into it for some time.
"We will utilize STT 103 for our most memorable strike" he said as yet investigating the paper. OJ comprehended what he implied by the code and gestured in answer, mumbling yes delicately.
Screw painstakingly isolates a little part from the paper and gave it over to OJ. "Our unmistakable should be on each body we drop."
OJ gathered the minuscule piece and gazed into it. "STT 103… " OJ murmured as he unexpectedly remembered something. He took a speedy look at Screw's face. The methodology Screw has requested that they use for the principal assault would include them doing it outside the grounds and conveying their assault on the top of the gathering.
…to be proceeded