Article 15

As a form of disciplinary actions, Insp. Michael was brought out to serve his punishment for two days...

Note: {Non-judicial punishment (NJP) also known as Article 15, Captain's Mast or Office Hours, is a commander's tool codified into law by Article 15 of the UCMJ as a means to preserve good order and discipline with swift punitive action that can be accomplished much faster than a court-martial.}

Boohoo boooohooooo booooohooooo boooohooooo repeatedly sounded the sound made by Insp. Michael as he cried bitterly. He sat down on the carpeted floor with just his bodyhug polo which was previously sparkling white in colour but has now turned to the colour of a mud partially. This was due to the exercises he was compelled to do before being locked up in the guardroom. While seated on the floor, he crossed his legs across to each other, his trouser buttons was unbuckled, slightly revealing his inner pant {still looking white though}, his six packs was obviously seen with his body built chest showing his pointed nipples, his curvy hairs looking unkept due to the previous rigorous exercises he was compelled to do, his head was leaned to the wall and some insects were just having an heyday round his hair, and tears were gushing out of his eyelid profusely as though he had lost a beloved friend.... His mouths were moving with no words to say... He most times was soliloquising and few times scream with an accompanied word which was : Oh dad , being here makes me miss you more, how I wish, how I wish…

It was already past 4pm. He further said:

'Oh God, I need to understand the scrolls, at least one, enough of the darkness, justice must be served, they killed him but lied he committed suicide, oh God, who can I trust, none is even to be trusted, whose names are those with strange codes, can a human be faceless, which book do I watch out for, what secret..... While talking, Philo overheard him and felt sober for him, then she suddenly surfaced, sat down outside the iron burglary, looked at his closed face having a zig zagged tear lines. She stretched out her hands and passed it through the not too thin burglary and placed her hands on his wrist...

He suddenly shivered and shockingly asked:

'How long have you been sitting there?'

'Did you listen to all I was ranting'.

Well, its barely 30seconds I've been sitting here and I couldn't make meaning of the few words I heard, I felt you were speaking in tongues, you know, like the church pattern, perhaps you were praying to God for a rescue...She replied.

Well first thing first, I know I'm the least person you ever expected to see, its sad to see you here, I know what it feels like, I've had a taste of this when I was in my former region, mine was worse because I was falsely accused of a despicable act and I was locked for one week.... Yeah I can see that look on your face.. It was that bad. Worse was the fact that it was during my flow period so you can imagine how confused I was, not just punishment pain, also my circle pain, so it was a period of torment for me, good God I passed through it and came out strong.

Well, I couldn't resist coming to check up on you having heard people bothered about your being here, not too happy, some now look at me as an asshole and have kept their distance from me...

I don't know much about you, but I just came to support you in this process. Here's a few snacks I got for you and drinks... I couldn't bring meds because we both know its against the law.

Can I confess something to you Philo, The first time I saw you, I was drawn to you, but I can't explain why I suddenly became hard on you.. I will figure that out.. Again I apologize for my unruly outburst at the board meeting.... And thanks for the snacks, I really needed it.... You can leave, thanks…

Oh ok, but I'm waiting for the wrappers so that I can garbage it on my way out to avoid being caught that I gave you a form of relief.... You know...

Oh that's right replied Insp. Mic.. Ok give me five minutes let me rush this...

Thanks for being thoughtful... Never will I imagine that a victim will give helping hands to her victimizer... Quite weird...

While he was still eating, she yearned as one who is exhausted... Ive actually not had enough rest for the past one week... I can't wait to go home and just go jump on my bed and ZONK OUT.

Chuckles Insp. Mic.. I can imagine... Ok I'm done eating, thank you, l Philo. I must say, you have a nice taste of snacks, this isn't like the ones we do buy at C.Js joint.

I'm just so filled and I'm sure it can take me till the next day's afternoon when I will be released..... As he turned to know why Philo wasn't talking he realised that she has slept off, so he tapped her hands and said Philo I'm done, in admiration he said, Thank you... As she was about standing up, she almost missed her step, he held her leg preventing her from falling and he told her, 'Please stay few more minutes, don't go yet'. She sat down, he dragged his ass towards the extreme end of the burglary and sat close to her while she leaned to the burglary to support her neck to enable her feel a bit relaxed even as she slep...

While she leaned a bit, her shirt was quite revealing the uppermost part of her breast in a little way as her byc singlet was supportive enough since there weren't front buttons again due to the clash that happened earlier at the board meeting.... Suddenly some flies were flying around her body due to the snack wrappers she was with which attracted them, one big mosquito perched her shirt and remained there, he tried to help and decided to pick some papers within his reach and used it to softly hit her chest region to avoid his bare hands coming in contact with her breast. While he did that, she woke up briefly and before she could say a word, he calmly said, ' actually flies were all around you with one mosquito resting on your chest, so I had to support my hands with papers to drive it off you so that my bare hands won't one in contact with your, you know what I mean so as not to have a wrong notion of my intent when doing that..

She smiled and said 'That's the proper thing to do'. He chuckled and said. 'Hmm your usual word, perhaps I will be mimicking you with your slogan'. A nice slogan it is though.

Ok Insp. Mic. I've gat to get going.. Stay strong... And she left....

As soon as she left, He noticed that a nylon fell off her bag , perhaps in the course of her bringing out snacks for him, so he picked up the nylon and opened it, it was a small box inside... Immediately, he thought perhaps she must have been proposed to by her Prince charming since it looking like a ring box, then he opened the box, and saw a chain and a pendant, the pendant read 'A BOOK'. Then he had a memory flash as to the note his father left him with. And he was more confused than ever as he couldn't correlate the relationship between a book and a pendant.. So he packaged the whole stuff back and kept it in his side pocket... Then he remembered that his dad once told him that anytime he needs clarification on anything he should send a text to a particular code. This he quickly did, the code number is '12345'. So immediately he sent this text message:

'Hi. I'm Michael, I don't know you, however my dad once told me if I need clarification on anything, is should text this code and that's what I'm doing'

He immediately got a feedback that says : 'Meet me at the coffee shop, I'll be wearing a white cap with the inscription 'Coffee shop' 7pm tomorrow...'

Rules :

1. I'll Be the voice behind your 'unseen friend'.

2. At times you will be opportuned to speak with the unseen friend himself, yet not seeing his face

3. All necessary conversations will be off the phone, to avoid your moves been tracked, if perhaps it is, someday.

4. It won't be long, as you listen and act according, the puzzles will make sense and you will see his face.....

More details will unfold at 7pm tomorrow….