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    Ngolo Diaspora: Book One
    Ngolo Diaspora: Book One
    Ngolo Diaspora: Book One
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    Ngolo Diaspora: Book One

    By Milton Davis and Balogun Ojetade

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     In a world where assassinations are legal, The Bloodmen Guild is the best. But many have decided that they are too powerful, and are hell bent on destroying them. There will be no mercy…and nowhere to run!  Ngolo Diaspora is an exciting near future African martial arts adventure like you've never seen before. Written by African Martial artist/Black speculative Fiction author Balogun Ojetade and Black speculative fiction author Milton Davis, it's a face paced story that will keep you engaged and leave you wanting more. 

     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMVmedia, LLC
    Release dateDec 13, 2020
    ISBN9781393811954
    Ngolo Diaspora: Book One

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      Ngolo Diaspora - Milton Davis

      Ngolo

      Diaspora

      Balogun Ojetade

      Milton Davis

      MVmedia, LLC

      Fayetteville, GA

      Copyright © 2020 by MVmedia, LLC.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, write to the publisher, addressed Attention: Permissions Coordinator, at the address below.

      MVmedia, LLC

      PO Box 143052

      Fayetteville, GA 30214

      www.mvmediaatl.com

      Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

      Book Layout ©2017BookDesignTemplates.com

      Ordering Information:

      Quantity sales. Special discounts are available on quantity purchases by corporations, associations, and others. For details, contact the Special Sales Department at the address above.

      Ngolo/ Balogun Ojetade/Milton Davis.—1st ed.

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Ngolo Origins

      Kamara

      Jamela

      Malcolm and Jamela

      Stephen

      The Mailman

      We dedicate this novella to Chadwick Boseman, who helped bring about the latest wave of love for

      Black Speculative Fiction.

      Chapter One

      The Near Future...

      The night air was still. But on the grounds outside of Stanton Mansion, it was anything but.

      Secret Service agents patrolled the grounds of the mansion of Majority Leader of the New Republic Party, Senator Patrick Stanton. The men and women that patrolled on foot close to the house wore navy blue trousers, white shirts, navy blue ties and gray blazers. The agents that patrolled further out on four-wheeled ATVs were clad in charcoal gray jumpsuits and combat boots. All of them were armed with pistols and each agent on foot also carried a short-barreled shotgun slung across his or her shoulder while the agents on vehicular patrol were armed with HK-MP5 assault rifles.

      They walked with confidence. Who would dare come onto the Stanton Estate uninvited? And if they did, they would quickly go back where they came from... or to Hell.

      A man in a well-tailored, black sharkskin suit walked around the back of the mansion, checking the doors and windows. The man spoke and a red light flashed on his earpiece— This is Chief Colby. How’s it looking out there?

      A man’s voice came through Colby’s earpiece, This is Red Team Leader. All is safe and secure on the outer perimeter.

      This is Blue Team Leader, a woman’s voice followed. "We’re looking good on the inner perimeter, sir.

      Outstanding, Colby said. All’s well on the interior. The package is wrapped tight for the night. All’s quiet. Let’s keep it that way.

      But a figure concealed in shadow, just outside the mansion’s perimeter, watched... and waited.

      *   *   *

      Inside the sprawling mansion, Senator Patrick Stanton and his wife, Diana, slept peacefully in their king-size rice bed, only their heads and necks poking out from under white, 1000-thread-count Egyptian cotton bed sheets.

      On the floor below, their butler, Jeremy, sat in the library reading the classic novel, Meji: Book 2, while sipping bourbon from a Denver and Liely bourbon glass. He peered through the space between the thick brown velvet curtains at the Secret Service Agents walking past a row of bushes near the fountain several yards away then he returned to his book, just missing a bush stir, then rise, revealing a tall man in a ghillie suit.

      The man quickly removed the ghillie suit, revealing a black, skin-tight jumpsuit underneath. His thin brown fingers reached into the ghillie suit and snatched out a black utility vest hidden within. With lightning speed, he slipped on the vest as he sprinted toward the mansion. He pulled out a sheet of yellow paper from a pocket on the vest and unfolded it as he ran.

      A Secret Service Agent sauntered around the corner of the mansion, softly humming a tune. His eyes widened and his jaw went slack when he spotted the man just a few yards away.

      The Mailman, the agent gasped.

      The Mailman tossed the sheet of paper in the air then hurled a throwing knife through the top of it. The knife slammed into the agent’s chest, nailing the sheet of paper to his torso. The Mailman then kicked the pommel of the knife, sinking the knife deeper into the agent’s body and sending him flying into the front door of the mansion. The crash echoed through the mansion foyer and up the stairs.

      Startled awake, Senator Stanton and his wife sat bolt upright in bed.

      What the hell, Stanton whispered, staring at his wife.

      He leapt out of bed and grabbed an old Louisville slugger baseball bat that leant against his nightstand. Diana reached under her pillow and slipped on the brass knuckles hidden there. The Stantons marched out of their room and charged toward the stairway. Jeremy met them there.

      Jeremy, what the hell is going on? Stanton asked. Where’s Chief Colby?

      It appears there’s been a security breach, sir, Jeremy said, his posh British accent thick. I don’t think it’s wise for you and Mrs. Stanton to be out and about right now.

      This is my house, Jer’, Stanton said. I’m not letting some burglar make me tremble and I’m not hiding in my bedroom!

      It was not a burglar, Senator Stanton, Jeremy said. It appears someone is trying to enter through the front door, sir.

      Follow me! Senator Stanton ordered, scurrying down the stairs.

      Diana followed her husband, holding her fist close to her chin like a boxer. Jeremy rolled his eyes and bounded down the stairs behind her, much more athletic than his gray hair would indicate.

      Senator Stanton, Diana and Jeremy crept toward the door. The Senator took up a position on the side of the door. Diana stood behind him. Jeremy stood in front of the door, his knees bent deeply and hands out in front of him like a collegiate wrestler. Stanton raised the bat above his head.

      Open it, the Senator whispered.

      Jeremy looked at Stanton, his face a mask of fear. He shook his head.

      Senator Stanton rolled his eyes. Damn it, Jeremy, open the door, he ordered.

      Jeremy swallowed hard and then snatched the door open. He jumped back in fear as Stanton prepared to swing the bat.

      The dead Secret Service Agent fell into the doorway and collapsed onto the granite floor.

      Jeremy screamed like a teenage girl victim in a horror movie.

      My God! Diana gasped, looking down at the agent’s corpse in horror.

      Damn it! the Senator spat.

      Chief Colby rushed into the room from behind the Senator. Senator Stanton snapped his head toward him.

      It took you long enough, Chief! Stanton spat.

      My apologies, sir, but our communications were temporarily down, Chief Colby said. At last check, all was quiet.

      But I spoke with you. You told me that there was a security breach, Jeremy said.

      Chief Colby shook his head. Wasn’t me, Colby said. We only came running because we heard your wife scream, Senator.

      Stanton and Diana exchanged glances. Jeremy swallowed hard and tried to divert the conversation.

      Umm...Chief, what is that on the agent’s chest? Jeremy asked, pointing at the corpse’s torso. It appears to be held in place by that dagger.

      Very observant, Jeremy, Colby said with a smirk. The One World Union is safe because of your untiring efforts and eagle eye.

      Chief Colby bent down and inspected the Agent’s dead body. He removed the sheet and perused the writing on it. He looked up from the body, his expression one of deep concern. Colby handed the sheet to Jeremy. Stanton looked from Colby to Jeremy.

      What? the Senator asked.

      Jeremy’s eyes widened as he read the sheet of paper.

      The senator released a heavy sigh. For God’s sake, read it aloud, man! he shouted.

      "It says ‘Minority Leader of the Real Party, Senator Harvey McCarthy, has issued this contract on the life of Senator Patrick Stanton, in accordance with International Law,

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