Might's Odyssey (The Event Book 2) by Ifedayo Adigwe Akintomide Page B

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    “Would you mind sharing that information with me?”
    “I want to find out all I can about the oncoming Event.”
    Bayo sighed deeply leaning back in his chair. “So we are back to talks about the event again?” He blurted out without thinking.
    His comment drew Gbenga up short. His eyes grew hard with his displeasure.
    “What do you mean by ‘so we are back? Was the issue of the event ever put away?”
    Bayo grew flustered by the barrage of questions. What was he thinking? His careless words may have just undone the work he had been trying to do for months.
    “Now I get it__” Gbenga began as understanding dawned. “You never really believed me when I told you about the event. You’ve just been humoring me all this time.”
    “Look Gbenga you have to understand__ my job entails putting the subject at ease. Making him gradually come to terms with his true reality and putting the fake one at rest__ I could not afford to antagonize you. I needed to bring you out__”
    “SPARE ME!!!!” Gbenga roared leaping to his feet. He was so incensed that he did not notice the sharp pain coursing through his legs.
    “Look you stupid stuck up pig__ whether you chose to believe me or not__ the event is real and it is going to happen. In December this year, our world will change into a desert wasteland. And you want to know why that will happen? I will tell you. It will happen because of something that Mr. Goody too shoes smart-ass scientist; Gerald summers is going to do. That secret discovery he just made, that is supposed to save us, bring us to our heaven on earth, is only going to destroy our world.
    “I don’t expect you to believe me__ you can go back to the hospital and tell your friends and colleagues that Mr. Akintunde has lost his mind. I don’t care. The only thing I know is, I do not want you coming here again. I agreed to your sessions because I felt you were the only one who believed me. Now that I know you don’t, you and I have nothing more to say. Do not let the door hit you on the way out.”
    Bayo remained silent through Gbenga’s furious diatribe. His mouth opened when he finished as if he wanted to speak, but closed again after a couple of seconds.
    He stood up striding for the door. Opening it, he paused looking back at Gbenga for a couple of seconds before he walked out shutting it firmly behind him.
    Gbenga stood still, his furious gaze fixed on the door for almost fifteen seconds before he sat down. The silly git of a man he thought still seething with anger. What did you expect? A sardonic voice in his head asked him. If your wife does not believe you, why should a perfect stranger believe you?
    Sadness filled his insides at that thought. Well that did it then. He was on his own again. A feeling of loneliness engulfed him. He did not know how much more of this he could take. His eyes drifted to the computer once more and a steely determination entered his eyes.
    Since no one believed him, he wouldn’t tell anyone about it again. It was time to find out more about this dream-walker nonsense. He typed in Harry Smith in Google and began to read the results one after the other. It did not take him long to realize that Harry Smith was something of a maverick in the science community. No one denied the fact that he was brilliant. But some of his theories and papers were controversial to say the least. Leaning closer to the computer screen, he continued his search.
     
    Nephilim
     
    The land ahead was cloudy, the air filled with dust. Might had to keep wiping the dust off the glass of his gas mask so he could see out of it.
    Visibility was almost zero. If the hover cycle’s onboard computer didn’t have the co-ordinates of B1 plotted into it, it would have been impossible to find his way to it, not in this kind of weather and environment.
    His Ingram shaped guns were strapped to what would have been the fuel tank on a normal bike; within easy reach. His eyes scoured the cloudiness around him