John Wright The Informant

By Panchello M.M Gasela

When an ex-marine’s daughter is diagnosed with a deadly cancerous disease that can only be cured with an expensive three step experimental surgery procedure, he is forced to compromise his morals and that of his wife’s in order to get money to fund the surgery treatment procedure. With desperation he gets mixed with the wrong kind of people in pursuit of his quest and ends up in prison. Ten years later after his release, he returns to seek revenge on those who betrayed him.....

“Mr Wright,” she insisted with a straight facial expression. “It has come to our attention that you’re an ex-marine, ex-con and a bank robber.”
“Actually, I’m a rehabilitated former bank robber.”
“It is all the same to us sir. And you are here to apply for a job at the Bank of the U.S as a security guard. I’m afraid we have a standard policy that prohibits us from hiring people with a profile like yours.”
“Well, you don’t know this but, this bank needs me. See, in exactly two days, a couple of men are going to walk into this bank and rob it and I’m the only one in this state who stands a chance at stopping them.”
“And how are you aware of this information if I may ask?”
“I’m the one who planned the robbery,” he said his gaze fixated on her thick eyebrows....

• Language: English
• Publisher: Panchello M.M Gasela
• Release date: Dec 22, 2014
• ISBN: 9781505699449

Panchello M.M Gasela

About the Author: Panchello is an aspiring Forensics Auditor and young African man who is in his early twenties, from Johannesburg-South Africa. He is an intellectual who thinks outside the box and has a knack for movies. Contrary to popular belief he isn’t that much of a reader, he prefers writing instead. And as funny as this may sound, this is not the first book he has ever written, but it is the first he has ever finished. He plans to deliver more publications following the success of “John Wright: The Informant”.

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John Wright: The Informant

Copyright © Panchello M.M Gasela 2014

Self Published by Panchello M.M Gasela 2014

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Author: Panchello M.M Gasela

Editor(s): Preciate Gwizi

Cover Design: Tony Ngwenya (Falcon Media)

ISBN-13: 978-1505699449

ISBN-10: 1505699444

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When an ex-marine’s daughter is diagnosed with a deadly cancerous disease that can only be cured with an expensive three step experimental surgery procedure, he is forced to compromise his morals and that of his wife’s in order to get money to fund the surgery treatment procedure. With desperation he gets mixed with the wrong kind of people in pursuit of his quest and ends up in prison. Ten years later after his release, he returns to seek revenge on those who betrayed him.....

Mr Wright, she insisted with a straight facial expression. It has come to our attention that you’re an ex-marine, ex-con and a bank robber.

Actually, I’m a rehabilitated former bank robber.

It is all the same to us sir. And you are here to apply for a job at the Bank of the U.S as a security guard. I’m afraid we have a standard policy that prohibits us from hiring people with a profile like yours.

Well, you don’t know this but, this bank needs me. See, in exactly two days, a couple of men are going to walk into this bank and rob it and I’m the only one in this state who stands a chance at stopping them.

And how are you aware of this information if I may ask?

I’m the one who planned the robbery, he said his gaze fixated on her thick eyebrows....

To my brother Panchai Siphesihle

How is this for an unexpected sudden turn of events?

Thanks for all the constructive criticism you always had to give even when it was unnecessary. Keep making material and soon you’ll be the next king of African Comedy, never lose hope;

Philippians 4:13

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

This is my first ever published book. First and foremost, praises and thanks are to God Almighty for not letting me be lazy on this one as I was with my other books. For the first time ever I made it to the end; and I’m grateful for all the ideas he furnished me with.

Following right after, I would like to thank my cousin Preciate Gwizi for being the best editor. I couldn’t have wished for a better editor, you the bomb-diggity; keep doing what you do girl, you rock. I’d also like to thank my friend Tony T Ngwenya (Falcon Media) for everything he helped me with on this project; you the best, mate.

And also thanks to the rest of my family for their love and support, especially my mother Nontokozo. Any girl can be my princess, but you’ll stay the Queen.

Contents

Prologue: Welcome Home

Blast from the past: College mates

The new recruit

The unexpected

Decisions

The First heist

The second heist

Left for dead

Jail Bird

A new friend

Greed

The Informant

Rise of the dead: The third Heist

Epilogue

About the author

~Prologue~

Welcome Home

A quick and unexpected screechy noise emerged as the rear wheels of the plane touched down. I quickly woke up in excitement. We have arrived, I said with a smile from ear to ear. Brace yourself soldier, this is one mission the army never trained you for, returning home after such a long time. That was Lieutenant Jones with his never ending comments. I responded with a clueless smile as I felt my whole body go wet with anxiousness. I couldn’t wait to get off the plane, get home and surprise my wife, Nicole, and daughter, Emily. Like an 8 year old boy who had just seen a woman’s breasts for the first time, I was literally glowing with happiness; but then again I’m a grown up man. Not just any man, a recently retired 34 year old marine. I had just landed at the Hanscom Air Force Base in Massachusetts, from serving time in the US army in Afghanistan. We touched down, checked out. All was well; all systems were good to go. I got out of the base and quickly boarded the first cab I laid eyes on.

The cab driver picked up a fair speed, but to me it seemed like we were travelling at 12 miles per hour. We joined the Yankee division highway; en-route Concord Turnpike, headed to South Boston. I couldn’t wait to get home. A 45 minute drive felt like a 2 hour drive, but I kept calm with patience and never complained. Over the past 6 years serving in the army, patience was forcefully inflicted to us as a trait. That moment I remembered the famous words of Lieutenant Jones, A soldier should be as patient as a lion observing its prey. Patience is a virtue gentlemen, patience is a virtue, he’d say. I pulled a meek smile as I drowned in contemplation of the memories I had with my beloved brothers, those who died in the line of duty and those who were still alive.

I rolled down the cab window and immediately felt the opposing wind hit my face. The air smelt fresh, sun shinned brightly and the day looked lovely. Trees and flowers all bloomed up; and the grass on the lawns was real green as we passed a series of endless houses. People wore short clothing; some playing in the parks and the front yards with their families and dogs; some headed for the beach. It’s summertime baby, and I’m coming home, I whispered subtly, a goofy smile spread across my face. While still caught up in my day dreaming, the driver pulled over. We’re here, he said in an eastern Indian accent. Oh! as I quickly dug into my pocket and fished out a fifty bucks note. Here, keep change, I said slowly. I couldn’t believe I had arrived.

I got out of the car, opened the little gate and walked up the patio to the front door. Before I pushed the doorbell button, I checked myself. Boy was I neat in my uniform. I paused for a while trying to speculate on the next possible events. What if my daughter can’t remember me? That scared me for a while. I gradually reached out for the doorbell, and before I pushed it the door opened. John! my wife Nicole screamed as she jumped in excitement as we embraced deeply. Hey baby, I said as I hugged her back and gave her a little baby kiss. Moments later I entered, a small voice yelled daddy! it was my 8 year old daughter Emily. She charged towards me in an effort to get her hug too. I picked her up, gave her a firm tight one. I was finally home; at the Wright residence, South Boston, Massachusetts. It was just as the way I had left it the last time I came home for Christmas; three years back.

I quickly settled in, Nicole ran me a nice warm bubble bath. I got in the bath and soaked myself. Moments later I dosed off. Later I felt a soft and gentle hand touch me on the head. I gradually opened my eyes and there set the most beautiful smile I had ever seen; the smile of Nicole my muse.

Hurry up and get dressed babe, dinner will be ready in 10, she said.

Hmm, I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t you join me here and we’ll skip right straight to dessert, I responded.

Ha ha, real tempting love, but we can’t risk getting scolded by little Miss Emily Wright for being late to the dinner table hey, she remarked.

She insisted on helping me cook today, and we made your favourite, she continued explaining as she handed me the towel and perked me then left.

Okay I’ll be there in a sec honey, I shouted after her.

I quickly got dressed and ran downstairs to the dinner table. The aroma of roasted chicken directed my path right to the kitchen. Ooh, that smells divine, I commented as I sat down. Ah-ah, we say grace first dad, Emily commanded. Ma’am yes ma’am, I saluted. The child smiled in blissful happiness. We joined hands as we said grace,

"May the Lord bless our food and the hands that prepared it, in the name of our lord Jesus Christ. Amen".

We had a joyful dinner. After which, we all did the dishes. Nicole washed and rinsed, I dried them with a cloth and Emily packed them up in their respective places.

Afterwards we spent the rest of that Saturday night watching a movie, Emily’s personal favourite; The Princess and the Frog. But as usual, she hardly made it to the end. She always passed out. I carried her upstairs to her room. It was bedtime. I tucked her in, kissed her goodnight and left for my room with Nicole. When I got in, boy was I welcomed by a beautiful package wrapped in a one piece lingerie.

Is that the one I sent for Valentine’s Day?

No it’s the one Jack from the neighbourhood sent for Valentine’s Day, she teased.

Haha, real funny Mrs Wright, real funny.

Shut-up and come over here, soldier, she said seductively.

I charged towards her, held her gently wrapping my hands around her waist and kissed her like never before. I slowly