so glad i cud catch up with u guys....wat gonna happen 2 my lovly clement...

chideeva, d4real890, sconp, thoxyno.... You guys should endeavour to drop your comments. They go a long way in encouraging the writer.

--continuation--
The van drove into the Khal corp headquarters with about ten policemen
lying in the second compartment of the van. The first compartment(the
driver's seat) was demacated with an iron sheet with a little opening
which allows fresh air.
"Salam aleikun." Someone greeted the driver in arabic.
"Its me Deric." The driver replied.
The two men conversed in English.
"Did you get to meet Ayo?" The man asked.
"No, but he sent his greetings." The driver replied.
"Ok good. Maleek is waiting for you." The man at the gate said.
The driver ignited the car and drove deeper into the compound. A few
seconds later, he opened the car door and made to get out.
"Where do you think you are going?" Sylvester asked through the
openig between the two compartment.
"The boss wants to see me." He replied.
"Whatever. Which is the safest way here?" Sylvester asked further.
"I don't know. I am employed as a driver and all I do is drive in
and drive out. I don't move around." He replied angrily.
"You are raising your voice man. Keep it low." Sylvester
cautioned.
"Am not keeping my voice down. I'll alert everyone in this
compound that the cops are here. I agreed to drive you guys down here
because I know if I refuse, you'll kill me and I value my life very
much. And do you think if I walk in there I won't raise and alarm?" The
driver asked.
"You know what? I'll get you killed now." Sylvester said as he
stabbed the driver with a kitchen knife through the opening of the
demarcation.

"Smith ,you come with me. We'll do a quick survey of this
compound. Then we get back to you guys for action." Sylvester said
opening the back door and jumping out of the van, Smith followed suit
and they both walked into the garage where tens of cars were parked and
about five vans were parked.
"Hey guys, you all come out in twos and threes, get into the vans
in the garrage and await the next command." Sylvester said through the
communication device.
The two men proceeded towards a door that stood at the north of the
garrage just when a redlight shone brightly on the two men. Then the
alarm started blaring loudly.
"We've been discovered. We can't face these men. Lets get out of
here as fast as we could.
Sylvester and Smith ran outside the garage and Smith quickly hopped
behind the wheel of the car and Sylvester beside him.
Smith who sat uncomfortably on the dead body of the driver who brought
them powered the car and in one swift moment he made a U-turn and was
directly facing the front gate. Sylvester from his seat was shooting the
gunmen manning the gate. And from his knowledge of targetting, he was
able to drop the three men who stood before the gate, while Smith sped
towards the gate and slammed the van on the gate.
Forcefully, the gate gave way and the van flew outside the compound in
full speed. Sylvester looked at Smith in a bid to commend him but was
suprised to see blood all over the steering wheel. The force with which
the car hit the gate and coupled with the fact that he wasn't sitting
comfortably made him hit his head on the steering wheel.
"Smith, can you hear me?" Sylvester asked.
He realised the car was heading toward a nearby oak tree and he can't
afford to let that happen. In three quick pull ups, he brought the car
to a halt with the help of the hand brake.
"Come on guys, lets get out of here. Smith is unlikely to make it
out of here alive." Sylvester said opening the door and he ran deeper
into the bush, his boys followed suit and the terrorist gave them a hot
chase. Even though he had no idea of where the bush path will lead him
but he knew it has to lead to somewhere safe, because running through
the untarred road which connects the hideout with the main road is
dangerous. He knew running through the road in which they had come is a
death sentence because of an ambush that lay ahead and the basecamp that
provide first hand cover to the building. He knew there can't be
anything of such in a forest as thick as this but he won't loose his
guard. He was running with all his might, then he glanced back to see
his his men are still behind him. They had drastically reduced to four.
If only he would get out of this alive, he'll resign and pursue a career
in music.
END OF CHAPTER SIX

Hmmmmm hope Sylvester is not gonna complicate issues here

BTW nice one d9ty7 awaiting the two others within the nxt two hrs

Wia's clem?

kingphilip:
Hmmmmm hope Sylvester is not gonna complicate issues here

BTW nice one d9ty7 awaiting the two others within the nxt two hrs

Sylvester is a mean dude ,
Keep the updates flowing ....

Pls is kaymejay here,if yes kindly raise up your hand.

emmabest2000:
Sylvester is a mean dude ,
Keep the updates flowing ....

no mind am make I c hw him wan take enter

wherez Clement bayii ??

Pls D9ty7 let sylvester make it out alive of dat place ooo, he's clement only man left!!

mariamferanmi:
Pls D9ty7 let sylvester make it out alive of dat place ooo, he's clement only man left!!

only man ke Let him die since he wants 2 sing music. Let him sing it in hell

Still following.......

CHAPTER SEVEN
Rachel was in the kitchen assisting the Patrick's housemaid.
"Get me the bottle of dry pepper." Rachel said to the old lady.
The lady in her mid forties opened a shelf hung on the wall and brought
out a bottle of dried red pepper.
"Here ma." The lady, Onome replied.
"Stop calling me ma. Aunty Onome. I am your kid sister." Rachel
corrected.
"I know you are my kid sister. Even our last born is older than you
but circumstances can make one bow for one's son." Onome replied.
Rachel added a little pepper to the egg she was frying then turned to
face Onome.
"Circumstances like? please tell me more." Rachel said pleadingly.
Even though she is in her father-in-law's residence on a visiting
purpose. She enjoyed chatting with Onome anytime she came visiting and
Onome on the other hand is always looking forward to her visit. Rachel
got to know more about Onome after she got married to Clement. The newly
wedded couple spent a week at Cheif Obi Patrick's residence before they
moved into their own apartment which at the time of the wedding was
still under construction, interior fitting to be precise.

"Look at you now, you are married to Clement, Chief Pat son. a rich
and caring husband." Onome began.
"How sure are you that he is caring?" Rachel asked.
Onome smiled.
"I have been working with the Patricks for over a decade now and I
know a lot about each and every member of the family. Chief is a no
nonsense man, he hates negligence and doesn't tolerate sluggishness.
Kelvin is that mean looking guy who will respond to your greeting once
in a month. Clement is that man who'll walk into the kitchen early in
the morning to say hello to me, a mere cook." Onome explained.
Rachel smiled happily. She is truly lucky to have this man.
"I am a cook here and I amount to nothing. I am only placed on the
high when they(the patrick) are hungry. Anything aside that, no one
cares." Onome continued.
Rachel decided to keep quiet and listen to Onome so that she won't
judge her inlaws too quickly.
"You are happily married, you hausband cares for you, you live in
affluence, confortability is the order of the day. You have a car,
you'll soon put to bed by the special grace of God. Everything seems to
be working for you and God seems to be on your side." Onome said and
swallowed hard.
Rachel decided to check what she put on fire and she turned the egg
being fried.
"I am married too but lost my husband just three months after our
marriage. I was pregnant when he died and I delivered a set of twin, a
boy and a girl. What am trying to say is, your father-in-law pays my
salary and you are his daughter-in-law and also his daughter.
Authomatically you are my employee." Onome said conclusively.
Rachel kept quiet, looking at the old lady before her with pity. As
hot tears rolled down Onome's cheeks.
"You have every reason to be thankful to God, at least you are alive
and when there is life, there is hope. Your children are your hope.
Where are they now?" Rachel asked.
"The two of them are with my mother in our hometown. They are in
secondary school now, ss2 to be precise." Onome replied.
"They are the reason why you should always thank God...."
Just then Chief Obi Patrick walked into the living room.

"Anybody home?" The old man asked as he sat down on the nearest sofa.
Onome quickly ran out of the kitchen to welcome her boss.
"Welcome sir." Onome greeted kneeling down from a distance.
"Hello." Chief Patrick replied with indifference.
"Take this suitcase into my study." He said handling a suitcase to her. she took it and made to walk out of the living room.
Just then a heavilly pregnant Rachel walked into the living room.
"Welcome daddy." She greeted kneeling down too but her knees were not touching the ground because of her condition.
"Hey, sweetheart. Come right here." Chief Patrick said opening his arms for a hug.
Rachel walked towards his and hugged him on the seat.
"I learnt you had a shock last night. Hope you are good now?"
"Yes. Am much better."
Chief Patrick smiled happily. There is this special affection he has for her, the reason to which he couldn't fathom. Maybe because he has no daughter. Or so he thought.
"Hey, you come back here." He said beckoning to Onome.
Onome descended the stairs and walked towards her long term employer.
"Give the suitcase to her. Let her take it to my study. Its been a while we talked about politics."
Onome handed the suitcase to Rachel who took it and walked towards the flight of stairs.
Just then Chief Obi patrick's phone rang.
"Hello." He said on picking the call.
"Yes, I am his father. Any problem?"
"What!?" He exclaimed.

--to be continued--

d way dem clement and slyvester dy yanka pepo dy surprise me abi dem be *monk
D9ty u dy try walahi

--continuation--
He has been running for twenty minutes and his pursuers don't look like giving up yet. They kept multiplying as he covered more distances.
This time, he had left the forest and was now runnig on an untarred road. A road which seemed to have been abandoned. Even though it had beach sand, there was no footpath of traces of a vehicle passing through the road. Where the road leads to, he didn't know. It not as if he was taking note of his surroundings, he was deep in the spirit of running and he was just imagining things. Just when he was about giving up, he was a group of uniformed me at different angles ahead. He knew they are his God sent messiah.
He ran into their midst and his pursuers left it rather too late as
they followed him, just when they wanted to escape, the uniformed men started firing Sylvester's pursuers while Sylvester kept on shouting.
"I am a policeman, they are terrorists."
There was an open gun fire between the two sides and one of the uniformed men took Sylvester away from the scene.
The gun battle continued for minutes as more gun men kept emerging from where Sylvester had come and the uniformed men in their little number did justice to them like they had been waiting for them all day.
Five minutes later, the gun battle had died down and the uniformed men were checking the casualties of the battle. One uniformed man was killed while about eleven terrorists were killed.
"Get me that man who called himself a policeman." The leader of the uniformed men said.
Sylvester was fetched from his hiding place. And looking at the badges on one of the men's uniform. He saw boldly written 'NIGERIA CUSTOM
SERVICE.'
"Thank Jah, I am in safe hands." He thought as he was brought before the leader of the patrol team.
The two men conversed for a few minutes, and Sylvester explained how
everything went down.
"Are you sure, the rest of your team are dead?" The custom leader asked.
"I am not so sure. But during the course of my running, I
discovered that either one by one or at the same time, they had
disappeared. Then I came to the conclusion that they had been killed." Sylvester replied.
"Alright. But the problem now is that, you'll be here with us till
the next patrol arrives, then you can be transported back into town."
The patrol leader said.
"No problem." Sylvester replied.
Sylvester spent two hours with the custom officials, during whcih he saw the beauty of the job. How they seized good being transported into Nigeria illegally. Even though, they(the custom officers) have been regarded as one of the most corrupt agencies in Nigeria after the police force and the phcn. He knew the allegation were all lies in a bid to
let the government scrap off the custom service. So many goods were siezed, contrabands such as indian hemp and other materials that are harzadous to health. Even legal product were siezed, simply because they were being imported illegally.
The action that stole the show was when a convoy of cars, numbering up to fifteen drove into the country. The speed at which the cars moved could make an hypertensive patient suffer in shock. A custome vehicle was hot on their chase and immediately the vehicles drive into Nigeria, the occupants of the car began to shoot sporadically at the custom
officials manning the boarder into Nigeria from Cotonou, Republic of
Benin.
The only thing that amazed Sylvester was that despite the sporadic shooting, none of the custom officers was hit. Immediately the shooting stopped, the custom officers filed into their vehicle and leaving two
men behind, they drove in the direction which the smugglers went.
Therefore, making it, two custom teams agains fifteen cars.
Sylvester stood behind with the two officers and he was praying
within him that no other smuggling team should come passing by or else, they'll be killed with ease.

--to be continued--

D9ty7:
Keep your comments coming guys. I have fufilled my promise about dropping three updates today. Fufill your own side of the contract by dropping your comments.
We could get more update before 12am.

Gr8 one Durodola, don't dull oh kip it up.

Duro, I fink its high time you start publishing your works, they are 2 gr8 2 be wasted na

Publishing you said? I have never thought of that sincerly. Am just writing because I love writing.

tecno4life:

Gr8 one Durodola, don't dull oh kip it up.

Duro, I fink its high time you start publishing your works, they are 2 gr8 2 be wasted na

D9ty7:
Publishing you said? I have never thought of that sincerly. Am just writing because I love writing.

hmmmmm.........anyway it's ur choice probably give me right 2 publish it as ma work

D9ty7................you keep amazing me with each update................God bless you

Adeola, you keep amazing me with your comments. God bless you too.[quote
author=adewealth027 post=27391218]D9ty7................you keep amazing
me with each update................God bless you[/quote]

Wonderful update as usual... So Habeeb z a mole? No one z 2 b trusted @ll

Hameenat94:
Wonderful update as usual... So Habeeb z a mole? No one z 2 b trusted @ll

Lyk seriously..bt I want clement to discover kelvin himself

Short of fuel right now

Thank you ma'am.

Hameenat94:
Wonderful update as usual... So Habeeb z a mole? No one z 2 b trusted @ll

I swear my sister, no one is to be trusted.

Are you in a hurry? My brother, don't be. We still have a long way to go.

manuel80:

Lyk seriously..bt I want clement to discover kelvin himself

Short of fuel ke? Abeg o

Emmykul4love:
Short of fuel right now

manuel80:

Lyk seriously..bt I want clement to discover kelvin himself

u wnt him 2 experience 4 @ brk @ once... His dad, sis, wife nd bro? I pity d guy

D9ty7:
Thank you ma'am. I swear my sister, no one is to be trusted.

uwc bro... Ba nu so, ma be yan so(kid ur secrets 2 urself nd nt wit humans) apply here

You sabi speak yoruba? I bin think sey u're from the north. Katsina to be precise. lol

Hameenat94:

uwc bro... Ba nu so, ma be yan so(kid ur secrets 2 urself nd nt wit humans) apply here

Ehhhhhhh
this is hotter than fire

great job D9ty7