"His gun doesn't fire any more!"
Another unrestrained laughter erupted, automatically attracting the attention of all the people in the bluefin mega yacht second floor.
"How much should I lay down into the betting pool?"
Deway Chungu demanded in full rage. His eyes were bloodshot. His face had formed wrinkles.
The poke fun must have gotten to him. He looked like he was about to kill a person.
"$20 million each of you. I will contribute $60 million to make it more interesting and the winner takes it all. Isn't that exciting?"
"All you have to do is get the girl and make love to her. Of course I will need evidence that you did it. If you fail, I get your $20 million. So, you are in?"
Judy Chungu demanded confirmation from his elder brother.
"I am in."
Deway Chungu affirmatively declared and grabbed his whiskey glass. Filled it to the top and made a huge sup. The content inside halved when he put down the glass.
"Great choice, so it begins. If you are not successful by the time we disembark from the yacht? Your $20 million is mine."
Judy Chungu reminded them that the bet had an expiration date. It wasn't going to last forever.
"Judy, what is really in it for you?"
Deway Chungu considered the possibility that she must be up to something. It's not in her nature to risk that much. She never did anything without an hidden agenda.
$60 million she would not gamble with. She wasn't a bettor but a brute.
"It's just for fun big bro. Nothing more."
Deway Chungu, shook his head. Evidently expressing his doubt. He will have to watch her carefully.
He quizzed not any further. He understood he would not get what he longed for.
"To winning a singer."
Judy Chungu raised her rainbow cocktail glass and the three brothers followed suit.
After sharing the alcohol drinks. They one at a time rose up and disappeared to their suites.
Soon they appeared one by one. To drink more before they would join the females in the warm glittering swimming pool.
"The clock is ticking."
Judy Chungu teased. She sipped her rainbow cocktail.
Back in my underground world I happened to reach my destination. I felt a bit exhausted.
It did not stop me from doing my routine check up to my beautiful Easter.
I ran a quick simple service on her in my carpark underground. I refilled her tank to the full and then I plugged the charger to her.
I needed her ready for the unforseen circumstances. I did look forward to being found wanting.
I designed her in such a way that she operated on four types of transmissions. The electrical, fuel, solar and water.
Out of the four, two were more efficient. The electrical and fuel delivered the perfect functionality.
Of course the other two functionality had their advantages and inadequates.
I also filled the second tank with aviation gasoline. Next I drained out the old oil and refilled it with the new one.
I changed the tires though it was unnecessary. The old ones were in perfect condition.
But I can't trust the future. It has disappointed me countless times. I didn't want to take chances. It's just the way my alarm and danger security system was wired in my head.
I changed her outer colour to pink and lastly the plate number to a new. My plate numbers were all not registered.
When I had the satisfaction that I did all I needed to do.
This time I used a small elevator to take me upstairs to my safe house container.
I straight away went to my CCTV cameras. I saw the cops had set up a perimeter around my safe house container.
The flash lights flicked here and there on the cops' vehicles. Helicopters hovering in the sky.
At that instance I knew that they had found me. My safe root to escape all those hellfires I had gone through now seemed not possible.
"I am not a criminal. Come on give me a break?"
I slammed on the desk hard. I was a citizen and innocent. Yet it felt like I was the bad guy on the wrong side of the world.
"Fuck! I hate money because it gives power to buy anything in a corrupt settlement."
I felt betrayed by my current Country. I had been a good citizen and lived justly. I know, no one can believe me. I sometimes even doubt myself.
I can't even trust myself in the face of the fact that I have disappointed myself a number of times.
I have done the things I did not want to do or shouldn't have done in the first place. I am not sure if at one point I did bend the law to save my own ass.
Fine, as long as they could not get into my safe house container. I can do other things and pretend that all was well.
I cared less for the cops outside. I knew they could not break into my safe house container. It was bulletproof. Unless, they maybe, decide to bomb me. Trust me, they were not sure if I was in here.
A shower could do me some magic. My body felt greasy.
It could even calm my nerves. My body had hited up because of the number of things I did in my garage underground.
My body found itself in the shower. I opened the tap, let water fall on my head, slowly it slid to my neck, to the shoulders, and down in front and at my back.
Amazingly I felt so free, all the pitfalls, the short comings flee. I set free my consciousness by concentrating on nothing just the vast darkness of matter in empty space.
I opened my eyes, I loved the peace I momentarily enjoyed. I applied soap on my head, washed my dark hair.
I noticed that it had elongated. I conjured up what I could do with it.
"Stop it, you have important things to think about. Like, how the hell, am I going to get out of this place? Or this Country?"
I had come to the point that I couldn't stay here any longer. Everything in me pushed me to get out of the Country and including the outside world.
My time here had expired, I needed a fresh start. Sometimes the universe speaks to us in this way.
"Stop beating up yourself. It's not helping. I had to think positively."
The universe was still on my side. I thought. I would only be dead if it abandoned me or became against me.
But it can't. It loves to balance the good and evil. You can't be in the middle. You are either on the right or on the left. Cold or hot. You can't be both.
I smeared soap on my face. My eyes were completely shut. I was about to begin to rinse my face when a whoosh sound came near my face and my active, attentive, internal security system picked a deadly, violent, danger.