Paul and his gang have been successful in their missions once they discovered a powerful sedative. However things go south on their latest mission and they are forced into a battle with strangers, who will survive?
Excerpt VENUS VERSUS MARS:
He attracted a lot of attention as he waited for the elevator. Once the doors opened, he was the first person to hop inside and quickly pressed the number. Chege almost went insane when he noticed the awkward silence of the others as they gawked at his bruises.
“Nowadays Nyeri belongs to thieves,” he said and some people consoled him with uplifting words. Chege‘s colleagues quickly gathered around him curious to know what befell him as soon as he walked through the door. He told them he was a victim of mugging during the weekend and blamed it on the marijuana smoking, unemployed youth in the town. The senior auditor gave him the day off but Chege assured Mr. Edward he was okay. His boss half-heartedly let him stay and admired his job commitment. During lunch break, Chege felt a headache on his right side and bought some painkillers as he returned to the office. He endured through the remaining accounts as the headache intensified. Chege gently touched his head and winced when he accidentally pressed the large contusion. He switched off his computer and left the office at 3:15 Pm. Chege crossed the small street and bought some Ibuprofen to silence the nagging headache. As he waited for a matatu , he spotted Caleb a few meters away from him. Chege walked towards him and noticed his reaction when he saw the bumps and bruises on his face. His head was not the only source of pain. Chege had trouble stretching his arm because his elbow still hurt from blocking an incoming broomstick meant for his skull. He felt pain in his left ribcage whenever he laughed or pressed the sore area.
“I was mugged,” he sighed and turned away from Caleb’s stare.
“Wow, who told them you had money bags?” Caleb smirked.
He followed Caleb to his blue Premio went to his place. He poured Chege some Kibao vodka in a glass and sipped once he sat.
“Why do you allow yourself to become someone’s punching bag? Were your hands tied?” Caleb asked him.
“I don’t know if it’s the right thing to do,” he replied.
“What is the right thing to do? Take a beating every day from your wife?” Caleb asked.
“She just has a bad temper, what can I do?”
Caleb smacked Chege’s head causing him to yelp since the strike partially landed on his contusion. How long would Chege sit in the rain and complain about being wet? This was his third “mugging” since the previous month. His cunning wife screamed as she assaulted her husband to make their neighbors think it was a typical domestic violence scenario. The neighbors would rush to their house and bang the door while begging Chege not to kill his wife. The more she beat him the louder she cried for help. He thanked Caleb for driving him home and he trembled to the doorstep. He gently inserted the key and slowly opened the door. Luckily, the tigress was not in the house. Chege warmed some left over rice and beef then ate as he watched the evening news, brushed his teeth and retired to bed. By the time Grace arrived, he was snoring and drooling on his pillow.
