Did i miss something. I didnt read where Rachel fainted, she suddenly appeared at the hospital with akpan. Great job D9ty7

Keep it up D9ty.............

Na wa o
kelv in deep poo
I pity janet wen her cover blows

ride on d9ty7

Nice story. Keep the good work going. Clement ' s dominant gene must be from his mother.

D9ty7 kip it coming HOT HOT HOT come and update undercover agent na

d9ty7 update undercover agent or else

truth be told i never wanted to read this story but as soon as i started i knew it would have been a huge mistake if i didnt read it. you are truly gifted. buh all ds pple u r killing diaris God o.welldone

tenajtek:
Did i miss something. I didnt read where Rachel fainted, she suddenly appeared at the hospital with akpan. Great job D9ty7

she. Fainted awt of shock wen d intruder wanted to break into their home. Ride on D9ty7

tenajtek:
Did i miss something. I didnt read where Rachel fainted, she suddenly appeared at the hospital with akpan. Great job D9ty7

she fainted awt of shock wen d intruder wanted to break into their home. Ride on D9ty7

--continuation--
After several minutes of hagling and shouting, Clement and his boys
succeeded in whisking Darasimi away from the school campus and the only
help he could afford to render to her sister(the pharmacy attendant) was
to grant her bail but first, her presence is needed in the station.
The police vehicle sped into the police headquarters premises at full
speed and came to a halt just beside the state commissioner of police
car. Darasimi was led into the police station amidst staring eyes of
young policemen and women who were sympathysing with her because they
felt she might be innocent of whatever offence she was charged with,
while experience officers in the force looked at her indifferently with
the conclusion that 'she was one of the numerous cultists' but every one
came to the conclusion that she was really a criminal because Inspector
Clement was not known with uncertainty or mistakes. A commercial
motorcycle sped into the compound looking as if there was some sort of
Formula 1 racing or a Nigerian version of tour the france.
A young lady of about twenty-six jumped down from the bike and ran
into the police station shouting at the top of her voice.
"Madam, you never give me money." The cyclist said angrily.
"Sorry brother." She said as she threw some naira notes at him. The
bikeman bent down to pick his money.
"Madam, keep quiet now or we get you thrown out of here." Clement
ordered as he was writing down a report inside a large paper file.
The lady was forced to keep quiet as she was walking up and down like
someone who has a relative in labour during childbirth. If keeping quiet
will make them release her sister, then she'll show them she is the
most quietest person ever liveth.
"Discuss with him and your sister will be released but, she must
report here everyday latest by nine o'clock. Okay?" Clement said to the
woman before he walked towards the CP's office to answer an earlier
summon.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Major Aju was seated in the backseat of his rangrover sport
discussing with his niece, Victoria as the car drove slowly along the
less busy estate road.
"Victoria, now tell me how you intend to do this. You are twenty
five already. Do you intend taking Jamb all over again?" Major Aju
asked.
"Daddy, I don't know what to do." Victoria replied with full
sincerity even though she hates to have these type of discussion. But,
you dare not say no when Major Aju says yes.
"Think about this but don't tell your mother about it. I'll
sponsor your going back to school abroad. Just pick any country of your
choice."
"Okay daddy. Thank you daddy." She replied almost hugging the old
man who despise hugging with passion.
On instruction, the millitary man behind the wheel made a U-turn and
drove in the direction which they had come to drop Victoria. He only
took his neice out to talk.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
*THE TIME WAS 9AM*
Kelvin was working out in the gym when his phone ran. He cleaned his sweaty body with the small towel he had around his neck.
"Hello bro." He said on picking up the call.
"I want you to drive down to my office now." Clement said to his younger brother.
"Your office? The police station? Why any problem?" Kelvin asked.
"I want to send you on an errand. Please don't say no." Clement pleaded and hung up.
Kelvin decided to do his brother a favour for the first time in ten months. The last time he did his brother a favour was on his(his brother's) wedding day when he chosed to drive the couple to the airport.
By ten o'clock, Kelvin pulled up in front of St Battaihas hospital. He got down and walked into the hospital. Five minutes later, he walked out with his brother's wife Rachel.
He opened the passenger door for her and the heavily pregnant woman hopped in.
"Kelvin please don't breathe a word to my husband about what you saw." Rachel pleaded as Kelvin swung the car unto the road.
"A secret it becomes. You owe me one on that." He replied without having to look at her.
"Definitely." She replied.
A black Honda Accord drove behind them.
"Who is that woman beside him?" The driver of the car asked.
"I don't know her but am sure she is not Sandra. He'll meet with Sandra by 1pm and its not yet 1pm. Lets stick around for a while then we'll strike." His partner on the passenger seat replied.
The Honda accord has been on his trail right from the time he drove out of his father's mansion.

--to be continued--

Hmmmm

fingers crossed
I just dey observe

Following

Hmmn racheal is keeping a secret i wonda wat is it nd i hope it doesnt include dat doctor

hmmmmm nothingToSay

Good morning my country people.
I am here on an errand from the kings and queens of the literature section. We have decided to organise an interview once in a week(writers and readers inclusive)
Do you want to know more about your writer? Go into that thread and nominate your favourite writer to be interviewed.
*Nomination kicks off from now till 5pm.
NB: Everybody is free to ask question when the interview is on.
The link to the thread is....https://www.nairaland.com/1952165/weekly-interview-thread-subsidiary-dammysammytv#27213088

Chaii se gbege ooo.
still following I smell danger

zainharb:
she fainted awt of shock wen d intruder wanted to break into their home. Ride on D9ty7

Zainharb, pls kindly quote. Singing *I don't wanna miss a thing*

Wetin dey happen 4 dis their family self, even Rachel self get secret!! D9ty7 keep it coming pls.

Just arrived. Squeezed myself through the large crowd and found an empty seat in the front but was told someone occupies it but i was adamat and sat down with two beautiful ladies at my sides. Brings out my plate,filled it with garri,milk,honey and two dried fish. Brought out a chilled lacasera. This two ladies just looked at me with the look of can i join you,i only nodded my head and brought out three spoons. Few minutes later..........

Emmykul4love:
Just arrived. Squeezed myself through the large crowd and found an empty seat in the front but was told someone occupies it but i was adamat and sat down with two beautiful ladies at my sides. Brings out my plate,filled it with garri,milk,honey and two dried fish. Brought out a chilled lacasera. This two ladies just looked at me with the look of can i join you,i only nodded my head and brought out three spoons. Few minutes later..........

ehen!.. wetin come happen?

Rushed into thread sweating and panting heavily. Looked around for available seat, but found now. Started squeezing myself 2ru d crowd, but received a dirty slap for matching a Macho. "sorry sir". Withdraw, and hang on the buglary proof, gently sipping my alomo and waits for the next update...

Oya come and update nah................

Seriously guys, today has been one hell of a day for me. I was just busy thruout. There was no spare time to log in on nairaland talk less of pasting the typed updates.
And from the look of things, tomorrow will be more worse. I'll try and drop one update before I sleep now, then another one early tomorrow morning, then hopefully after 5pm tomorrow, there will be bountiful updates.
One major problem is my subscription. I'll try and fix that tho, but if I fail to update, that means I have 0mb.

--continuation--
The time was 12:33pm when Sandra Oselu walked into Lovers and Mix
guest house. All eyes were on her as she walked towards the counter to
book a table and await Kelvin's arrival.
She could feel the hundred of eyes boring into her clothes and seeing
beyond her exposed body parts.
"Hi." She greeted one of the attendants behind the counter.
"Good mor..... Good afternoon ma'am. How may I help you?" The young
guy who was visibly thrown off balance by her beauty coupled with her
celebrity status.
Sandra Oselu is someone you don't see more often at functions or public
places. She enjoys her life on social media in the comfort of her room.

"I want to make bookings." She said.
"And to say you are lucky is an understatement. We have just one
executive rooms left." The guy replied.
Sandra frowned trying to figure out what the guy was passing accross.
Fine, she is in a guest house but they have a opened restaurant beside
the pool which is restricted and is opened on request and bookings.
"I want to book a table and not a room." She replied slightly
raising her voice.
"Am sorry ma'am. Table type please?" The guy asked.
"Table for two." She replied.
The guy punched her request into the computer and in a matter of
seconds, her request and bill was printed on a white paper including the
table number.
Just then a young female attendant walked over to her colleage who was
attending to Sandra.
"Excuse me ma. You are Sandra Oselu right?" The lady asked.
"Yes." Sandra replied.
"Mr Kelvin called to make a booking ahead of you. Executive lounge,
second floor." The lady explained.
"He booked a room?" She asked.
"Yes ma'am." The lady replied flashing a key.
"When he comes, he'll get the key from you. Right now, I want to
use the table I booked." She said and turned back to walk out of the
booking room where about hundred customers were waiting to be attended
to.

As she walked towards the exit door, she could see camera flashes on
her face. This was one of the reasons why she hated going out.
"Please, can I take a picture with you?" A young boy of about
fourteen asked.
"No problem." Sandra replied.
She was suprised when the boy returned with two elderly people whom
she guessed to be the boys parents and a young gir.
"Thank you ma. We'll talke this back with us to our country." The
boy's mother spoke.
"Your country?" She asked to be sure.
"We are from South Africa." The boy's father replied.
"This is my twin sister, Tana. My name is Zana." The boy said.
Sandra smiled as she walked out of the booking hall after taking
several pictures with willing Nigerians and gave over twenty autographs.
Sandra sat down for the next thrity minutes without a sign of Kelvin
is sight. Not even a phone call from him, he is not picking his calls.
"What on earth could be wrong with him?" She asked herself.
Just then she heard the occupants of the next table making a phone
call which is centred on her.
"The lady, Sandra is here already waiting for him. He should be here
any moment from now." One of the guys said and everything went back to
normal.
Sandra knew something was amis.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Kelvin was walking around his room restlessly and it seemed he was in a kind of distress. Then his phone rang. He ran to pick it.
"Jay, Sandra is in danger. Drive down to Lover and Mix. Get her out of this one for my sake." Kelvin pleaded.
"Am on it." The said Jay replied.
On dropping the phone, his second phone rang. He picked it up at once.
"Bring your sorry ass down here now. You are needed on the newest project. We want to attack the Port."
"Am sorry. Am not in the right frame of mind to carry out or mastermind any attack for now. Count me out of this." He replied defiantly and the line went dead at once.
For the first time in two years, he said NO to orders from Abdul Maleek's chamber.
--to be continued--

FEED ME MORE................,

D9ty7:
--continuation--
The time was 12:33pm when Sandra Oselu walked into Lovers and Mix
guest house. All eyes were on her as she walked towards the counter to
book a table and await Kelvin's arrival.
She could feel the hundred of eyes boring into her clothes and seeing
beyond her exposed body parts.
"Hi." She greeted one of the attendants behind the counter.
"Good mor..... Good afternoon ma'am. How may I help you?" The young
guy who was visibly thrown off balance by her beauty coupled with her
celebrity status.
Sandra Oselu is someone you don't see more often at functions or public
places. She enjoys her life on social media in the comfort of her room.

"I want to make bookings." She said.
"And to say you are lucky is an understatement. We have just one
executive rooms left." The guy replied.
Sandra frowned trying to figure out what the guy was passing accross.
Fine, she is in a guest house but they have a opened restaurant beside
the pool which is restricted and is opened on request and bookings.
"I want to book a table and not a room." She replied slightly
raising her voice.
"Am sorry ma'am. Table type please?" The guy asked.
"Table for two." She replied.
The guy punched her request into the computer and in a matter of
seconds, her request and bill was printed on a white paper including the
table number.
Just then a young female attendant walked over to her colleage who was
attending to Sandra.
"Excuse me ma. You are Sandra Oselu right?" The lady asked.
"Yes." Sandra replied.
"Mr Kelvin called to make a booking ahead of you. Executive lounge,
second floor." The lady explained.
"He booked a room?" She asked.
"Yes ma'am." The lady replied flashing a key.
"When he comes, he'll get the key from you. Right now, I want to
use the table I booked." She said and turned back to walk out of the
booking room where about hundred customers were waiting to be attended
to.

As she walked towards the exit door, she could see camera flashes on
her face. This was one of the reasons why she hated going out.
"Please, can I take a picture with you?" A young boy of about
fourteen asked.
"No problem." Sandra replied.
She was suprised when the boy returned with two elderly people whom
she guessed to be the boys parents and a young gir.
"Thank you ma. We'll talke this back with us to our country." The
boy's mother spoke.
"Your country?" She asked to be sure.
"We are from South Africa." The boy's father replied.
"This is my twin sister, Tana. My name is Zana." The boy said.
Sandra smiled as she walked out of the booking hall after taking
several pictures with willing Nigerians and gave over twenty autographs.
Sandra sat down for the next thrity minutes without a sign of Kelvin
is sight. Not even a phone call from him, he is not picking his calls.
"What on earth could be wrong with him?" She asked herself.
Just then she heard the occupants of the next table making a phone
call which is centred on her.
"The lady, Sandra is here already waiting for him. He should be here
any moment from now." One of the guys said and everything went back to
normal.
Sandra knew something was amis.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Kelvin was walking around his room restlessly and it seemed he was in a kind of distress. Then his phone rang. He ran to pick it.
"Jay, Sandra is in danger. Drive down to Lover and Mix. Get her out of this one for my sake." Kelvin pleaded.
"Am on it." The said Jay replied.
On dropping the phone, his second phone rang. He picked it up at once.
"Bring your sorry ass down here now. You are needed on the newest project. We want to attack the Port."
"Am sorry. Am not in the right frame of mind to carry out or mastermind any attack for now. Count me out of this." He replied defiantly and the line went dead at once.
For the first time in two years, he said NO to orders from Abdul Maleek's chamber.
--to be continued--

chai pity Sandra, she's innocent sha buh Kelvin don die 4 maleek hand.

Kelvin is now facing complications! Dats cool

--continuation--
On orders of the state commissioner of police, Clement and Sylvester
have been ordered to go back and visit Mr Ayo's residence for
interrogation. But tthis time, they are allowed to go with a backup
team.
Clement's personal car drove in front and the backup team bus drove
behind
them, about fifty metres apart.
"You guys should park your car at the estate gate. You can come
after us if we don't return after twenty minutes or you see me send you a
message." Clement said through the communication device and sped into
the estate.
On getting to the front of Mr Ayo's residence, five well built guys
stood before the gate, look menacing and dangerous. Clement knew, there
is no way they are getting past these men but he hoped, they won't be
recognised. Thank God they came in a differnt car. Clement thought as he
drove past the house just like every other motorist.
"Sly, how do we go about this?" Clement asked his partner who was
still looking at the bodyguards.
"Seriously, I don't know how we can go past these mean looking
guys. Moreso, they know us and we won't be granted entrance like they
did the first time we were here." Sylvester replied.
"I think I have an idea." Clement informed.
"Yes? Lets hear it." Sylvester urged him on.

"I think I have an idea." Clement informed.
"Yes? Lets hear it." Sylvester urged him on.
"I think we should keep a watching on these men out here because I
have a feeling they are up to something. Its not like they knew we'll
come back. I think their standing out here has a significance which we
can't afford to overlook." Clement explained.
"So, are you trying to say we should spy on them from a distance?"
"Exactly. Now you get my point."
"Don't you think it is risky and time consuming. In few minutes,
they'll come asking why we parked our car here without moving it. Our
staying here is quite suspicious." Sylvester asked.
"I have done this before. I'll surely get out of this." Clement
said assuringly.
"Maybe. But it doesn't work where I came from." Sylvester replied.
Clement chosed to ignore his last comment because he is not in the
mood for debating over Nigeria's security and the western countries
security system. The two men decided to keep a watchful eye on Mr Ayo's
boys but first they had to order the backup team to hold on a little
until they are told to do otherwise.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Kelvin was restless in his room, now that the love of his life is in
danger and outside is unsafe for him because two different teams are
after his life. A few minutes ago, one of his boys told him some guys
were laying ambush for him at Lovers and Mix guest house, and knowing
the danger that comes with it, he quickly told Sandra to get out of
there to avoid stories that touch. He knew its all Viktor(the driver)
handwork.
Few minutes later he recieved a call from Abdul Maleek(CEO of Khal
Abdul corp) second in command requesting his immediate presence at the
corporation which he refused to honour. He knew there are two options
left for him, get back onto the good books of Maleek or face the music.
Just then his phone rang, he quickly picked it up and checking the
screen, he knew it was Jay.
"Jay, how far?" He asked impatiently.
"Boss, your girlfriend is now safe in the comfort of her home."
Jay replied.
"Thank you very much Jay. How about those guys spying?"
"I downed them on the run. Even though things got out of hand. I
just pray no one saw me, but the police are currently after me." Jay
replied.
"You have no problem. Drive towards my house, I'll extract you from
your car and we'll write it off. I owe you that one." Clement said.

--END OF CHAPTER SIX--

FTC.....soo happy

D9ty7:
--continuation--
On orders of the state commissioner of police, Clement and Sylvester have been ordered to go back and visit Mr Ayo's residence for interrogation. But tthis time, they are allowed to go with a backup team.
Clement's personal drove in front and the backup team bus drove behind them, about fifty metres apart.
"You guys should park your car at the estate gate. You can come after us if we don't return after twenty minutes or you see me send you a message." Clement said through the communication device and sped into the estate.
On getting to the front of Mr Ayo's residence, five well built guys stood before the gate, look menacing and dangerous. Clement knew, there is no way they are getting past these men but he hoped, they won't be recognised. Thank God they came in a differnt car. Clement thought as he drove past the house just like every other motorist.
"Sly, how do we go about this?" Clement asked his partner who was still looking at the bodyguards.
"Seriously, I don't know how we can go past these mean looking guys. Moreso, they know us and we won't be granted entrance like they did the first time we were here." Sylvester replied.

d9ty7 d update is 2 short nah any way dat doesn't mean it's not good. Fire dey Go joor, I dey beside you.

Oga techno4life why u dy quote d whole post na
u 2 lyk quarel