PINNACLE 1 by Guillaume Mwamba (little bear else holmelund minarik txt) 📖

“Yes, it is and he seems happy that he has been sent by my great-granduncle on the mission. Today is the time for him to shine. Well, because every time my great-granduncle always sent you. Aren’t you happy that you have peace of mind and relaxation?” Miss Du Dacor smirked. “Obviously, yes, I am happy so how are you this morning?” I asked. “I am good but talk to you when I return because my great-granduncle just summoned me.” Dr. Du Dacor grinned. Dr. Leona Du Dacor marched away, as I shook my head in disbelief. I watch her disappear out of my sight into the bright hallways. ‘Boy, she is one mysterious young woman, I signed. Returning to my huge office post. ‘Truly Agent Miles Dan Dacor is Leona’s uncle from her mother's side. She has a cousin by the name of Nathan who is older than her and she is an agent too just like her father. Her full name is Nathan Dan Dacor, I thought. Dr. Leona Du Dacor reaches her great-grand uncle's giant office. She goes straight in. “Great-granduncle, did you summon me?” Leona asked. “Yes, Leona —I did. Just take a good look at this!” Ex-Director Ravenous answered. “Let me see? What? You have found the key to the ancient Curse Golden Palace?” Dr Leona Du Dacor said. “Yes, I did—but it has a special key.  Lord Basuma of Zambezi was guarding it, yet he just peculiarly got sick overnight and departed this morning. Villagers are claiming him to have the key to the Curse of the Golden Palace. Well, of the golden mining entrance of Zambezi,” ex-Director Ravenous marveled. Both Ravenous with Leona were very excited.

After the thrilling excitement, old man Leo answered after that. “Yes, we are going to be rich with all that riches and wealth, nobody will be able to stop us,” Dr. Du Dacor squealed. “Of course, and the ceremony of Lord Basuma’s burial it’s going to occur this afternoon.” He said. “Brilliant, since now I took the golden mining entrance by force, taking the special key from those savages will be easy. Henceforth, Leona, I want you to convince Agent Mvuela. Tell him that the people of Zambezi’s gold mining are in a big threat. Pleaded with him to come along with you. After you have convinced him to come with you because he’d been suspicious about how I’ve been acting lately. I loved you, loved him deeply, but do this for my sake and I promise you will be in never-ending luxury,” ex-Director Ravenous cackled. “Alright, great-granduncle, I will not do it. If it is killing him to make you the richest man in the world, I will not do it. Even though you commanded me to kill him in his sleep, I can't do it. Still, I will convince him to come with us,” Dr. Du Dacor replied. “Good—that’s very alright, my great-grandniece. You see that’s why I loved you. You are the most precious person to me. If anything—if anything happens to you, I don't know what I will do,” ex-Director Ravenous said.

   Dr. Leona Du Dacor innocently grimaced at her great-granduncle dumbfounded but smiled very luminously. “Er—thank you great-granduncle and I know that you loved me. So back to the plan, what will I do with Agent Mvuela?” Leona asked. “Hum—um, well—after Agent Mvuela agreed to come with you, attack him while he is asleep. Knocked him out to the ground, as he watched you betraying him. Command Diamond and his twin younger brother Patient to tie him.” Leo said. “I got it. What about Golgotha? How will I convince him to betray Mvuela?” Du Dacor suggested. “Er—I believe Golgotha is on our side already. Though he acted like he admired Agent Mvuela, he is jealous of him inside. Well, back to the plan after Diamond and Patient tied Mvuela, knocking him powerful to be unconscious. After he is unconscious, tie him up within the soundproof warehouse for his remains to be eaten by rats or crows or wildlife.” ex-Director Ravenous snickered. “Got it but who are Rome and Caesar?” Leona asked. CAESAR EWAN, ageless, cute American man. He has brunette eyes, brown hair, wears a hooded dark green trenchcoat, darker brown army boots. ROME EWAN, ageless, cute American man. He has blue eyes, brown hair, wears a dark trenchcoat, darker brown army boots. “We are—ex-Agent Dr. Du Dacor, nice to meet ya,” both responded. Ex-Agent Dr. Leona Du Dacor towards the voices. “Um, er—nice meeting you too Agents,” Du Dacor said. "Thank you and what would you like us to do?” Rome asked. “Hum, I bet you’d know Agent Mvuela’s room—don’t you?” Du Dacor wondered. “We do Miss Du Dacor,” Caesar answered. "What do you want us to do?” Rome asked. “Er—I want you to go to his room, pick up his huge bag of clothes, and put it into the ship. Because boys wish me luck, for I got an Agent to convince me to come with us for my father’s sake,” Francine signed. Right away, Miss Du Dacor,” Rome agreed. After this, both men dash as quickly as their feet would carry them. I came out with my huge bag of clothes and ran with it towards the river deck backyard. Following them putting my huge bag on the ship, Du Dacor bid farewell to her great-granduncle. Returning from her father and was wondering what she would say to convince me to go with her to the Zambezi.

   Leona walked on my office and greeted me warmly. “Howdy, Mvuela, I think I need your help?” Said, Miss Du Dacor. “Well, my great-granduncle has sent me to investigate a particular threat of a gold mining site in the Zambezi. Well, I was thinking since I don’t know their native language—you would—you would help me translate and help me investigate. What do you say?” Du Decor pleaded. “Ugh, Du Dacor, what am I going to do with you? And no one can do it. I am not going to help you. By the way—by what transportation we are going?” I asked. "Huh, by water," Leona answered. "Wait-what? By water?" I gulped. “Come on, Mvuela, please?” Du Dacor pleaded. “Nah, I cannot go by ship,” I insisted. “Mvuela, you can’t be serious—can you?” Miss Du Dacor blinked. “What did I do now? Oh, Mon Dieu. Quel genre de problème c'est ceci?” I whined. “What is that French you spoke? And what does it mean?” Du Dacor asked. Yes, it is French. And it means—oh my God. “What kind of problem is this? Happy? Now I need to focus on my work. Obviously can you please excuse me?” I said. Turning around since I didn’t have much to do, and was typing my work. “I can’t believe this Mvuela, you are afraid of water, aren’t you? Ha-ha, hey, Golgotha-Golgotha!” Dr. Du Dacor called.

 GOLGOTHA MCEWAN, ageless, cute American man. He has caramel eyes, brown hair, wears a hooded dark green trenchcoat, darker brown army boots. “What Leona Du Dacor? And I am on my way!” Golgotha replied. “Hurry! Because you need to hear this!” Dr. Du Dacor shouted. Golgotha Mcewan stops doing what he was doing and comes to hear what Dr Du Dacor will tell him. Golgotha had deep feelings for Dr. Du Dacor, but he didn't know that Dr. Du Dacor loved me. ‘Oh boy, here comes troubles that I wouldn’t want to expect. Dr. Du Dacor always makes up things to make me go with her to Africa. Sometimes I feel like she is just using me and soon or later she and her great-granduncle are going to betray me,’ I thought. Golgotha dashed as his feet would carry him as he arrived before Dr. Leona Du Dacor. Additionally, both of them are from England, I always heard them speaking British. “Yeah, what is it—Francine?” Golgotha breathed. “Can you believe that Mvuela here is afraid of the water?” Dr. Du Dacor chuckled.

A BITTERSWEET BETRAYER OF MONEY        

Dumbfounded, Golgotha stared at Leona as he blinked his eyes. “What? Mvuela? Afraid of the water?” Golgotha gulped. “Yup, he is—!” Dr. Du Dacor replied. “No way! I have always known Mvuela to be the best shooter and a highly skillful CPS to engage in martial arts combat. So—sorry, Du Dacor. I don’t believe you,” Golgotha scoffed. ‘Goodness-gracious, at least I have someone who believes in me or not,’ I wondered. Alright, Du Dacor, I will come with you by ship to prove to you that I am not scared of the little water splash. You know when I was growing up, I used to be afraid of the water, but not anymore,” I signed. “Yay! Then it is decided. And I believe all of your clothes are packed already—isn’t it?” Du Dacor asked. “Of course, and why?” I asked. “Because I ordered my two bodyguards to pack your suitcase of clothes,” Dr. Du Dacor answered. “What? You can be serious? We are leaving today?” I asked. “Yes.” She added. What? How? And I have not packed my weapons yet?” I said. "Who cares about your weapons? I thought that Golgotha just told me that you are the best at martial arts combat? Why do you need your weapons?” Dr. Leona Du Dacor asked. ‘Um, this is getting weird—and weirder by the hour.  Moments later we all discovered ourselves outside. Rainy clouds were gathering but there wasn't any sign of rain. Whereas my loss in thought was interrupted, by Dr. Leona Du Dacor's great-granduncle. I hope you won’t fail us this time? Anyhow, I have decided to come with my great-grandniece, but I will go first. Furthermore, everyone who will go with my great-grandniece and Agent Mvuela, you have to give them respect, ``said ex-Director Ravenous. Both great-granduncle and great-grandniece exchanged look.

  Followed by Leo waving goodbye to his great-grandniece and walking away towards his ship. I saw ex-Director Ravenous wearing all khaki, I mean khaki long shorts, a short-sleeve shirt, a hat on top, and brown soldier boots. I was wearing my dark khaki pants, a darker gray and white striped T-shirt, a dark gray jacket, and my shoes with a label N on them. Golgotha was wearing his clothes, as usual, I mean army pants, brown boots, an army long sleeve shirt, and a black cap. Leona wore just like her father, it seemed like army clothes. “Are everybody ready, ex-Agent Dr. Leona Du Dacor? Because we have packed everything including you know what? He—he—he,” both men snickered. ‘Idiots! What kind of person