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Mention: This is the introductory part of your story..
You need to make a lot of frequent and looooooooooooong updates to gather sufficient crowd of followers...
Since your story is a Crime Thriller, you need to dedicate a lot of time and commitment to make it a success..
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thanks bro. My not updating last night was as a result of my very tight schedule..... I got home from Kogi state where I went for an official assignment by few minutes before 10pm. By then, I was exhausted and had a flat battery

handie: thanks bro. My not updating last night was as a result of my very tight schedule..... I got home from Kogi state where I went for an official assignment by few minutes before 10pm. By then, I was exhausted and had a flat battery

Even your one update per day ain't okay... Make your thread very busy to garner sufficient audience

Mention:
Even your one update per day ain't okay... Make your thread very busy to garner sufficient audience

ok ok. from 2moro, i'm gonna make it 2 per day

handie: ok ok. from 2moro, i'm gonna make it 2 per day

That's kul.. Let's see how it goes..
Meanwhile M still expecting another update today
One last thing, make the updates looooooooonnnnnnngggg

Colonel Weyinmi is of average height, a little bit
thick in stature; he cut his professional teeth
with Internal Affairs in Darfur. He has been sent
into some of the most troublesome terror
areas, and had been able to calm the area; he
was a first class soldier during his days of
battle, now the head of special division with the
JTF. He was also redrafted from the Army just
as Chike was.
Like every successful leader, he had trustworthy
lieutenants, the Colonel trusted his people and
when the new assignment of JTF came up, there
was only one credible soldier in mind, Chike
Onihevo.
Colonel was just getting back to the JTF office
after a joint session with the President and
some of his cabinet staff. The President wanted
to know what the decisive step is been taken
about reducing the scourge to the barest
minimum.
The President had complained long about the
Alhaji Hassim myth. He asked Colonel Weyinmi
quite sternly if was true that the man existed.
Colonel Weyinmi admitted there might be some
form of truth in the myth but they needed more
time to go over all the angles as well as initiate
a fresh investigation.
Colonel Weyinmi knew for sure that the Villain
Alhaji Hassim existed but that wasn’t gonna
come out of his mouth to the president.
He was walking down to his office, in the
crowded office space of the JTF, he saw some
officers debating about the Boko Haram charade
and thought to himself, I have a brilliant way for
eliminating them.
He couldn’t disclose to them because he had his
own priorities as well.
Femi and Chuks were already waiting for the
Colonel in his office. He came in and silently
ignored their greeting.
Moving into the item of the day, he began “The
President wants something solid about Alhaji
Hassim”
He made his way to his seat at the other side of
the crowded table top and rested his hands
firmly on the table.
Femi gave an idea, and replied “We can look into
files, the JTF had previously about him. There is
a possibility we might find something
interesting”
Colonel fired back “Might?? I don’t like might; I
want something more constructive, something
more concrete. I think we need to open up a
fresh file and stop looking into some corrupt
file. I have told the President that this whole JTF
has been sabotaged. I don’t think any
information here is going to help anybody. I can
safely tell you that one.”
Chike joined the conversation as he strolled into
the Colonel’s office; he gave a salute to the
Colonel while Femi and Chuks rose up and gives
him a salute as well. He nodded to their gesture.
He wasn’t interested in subordinate protocol; he
continued “I agree with the Colonel, we need to
start our own investigation because I can’t think
of how I would be attacked by some form of
exotic militia with Sniper rifle as well”
Colonel asked Chike “How do we proceed?”
Chike continued “The file you asked them to
deliver to me, there is a Lana Reis in there, we
should tail him for a while, study his movement,
look into his setup, we should have something
from there”
Colonel replied to Chike “Thank you, Captain
Obvious”
Femi and Chuks wanted to laugh but they
couldn’t, the Colonel was a dry humor specialist.
Colonel continued “I need you to be more than
investigative, you need to super on this one”
“I have another meeting with the President in a
few weeks, we need to have something a lot
more concrete, we have excelled in other
regions of the Africa, we need to put in all we’ve
got into this “
Colonel said.
Chike settled into the couch behind the 2
visitors chair in front of the Colonel’s table.
“You all have a flight to Lagos by 4pm,
transport will pick you up at the airport, settle in
and start monitoring Lana Reis, he might be our
only hope for getting the fresh investigation
up.” Colonel concluded.
—
Emmanuel was an assassin; he was fat and super
sloppy. He wasn’t your regular assassin, not the
one with the different types of guns as toys, he
was an accident expert. His works were always
untraceable. He looks so disgusting and ugly,
also a loud mouth.
One of his finest works was when he killed a
politician by mixing up his tablets with a cyanide
pill, clean and smooth execution and with
Nigeria, that autopsy isn’t legalized. No one will
be able to find out how he died, some will feel
the politician had epilepsy as he foamed to
death.
He was also rumored to have killed a man by
infiltrating his home as a cleaner and neatly
strangling life out of him with the tube of the
drip attached to his body.
The tales of how he kills is the silent corridors
of people who need his services.
Nikky was dialing Emmanuel’s number, he was
highly needed in this new assignment, foul play
shouldn’t be assumed in the murder of Femi and
Chuks. Lana mustn’t be suspected despite how
impossible it was.
Emmanuel was having his lunch at White House
in Sabo, battling with a bowl of assorted meat
with a small amount of Pounded yam in another
container.
He was talking while eating, people were
greeting him. It was Thursday afternoon; he was
dressed in expensive light blue Ankara material.
The Assorted meat almost stained his cloth as
he tried to pick a call.
He dug his other hand into the chest pocket of
the attire, his phone was blaring Wande Coal’s
Ghana freestyle.
Emmanuel couldn’t identify the caller ID. He put
it back on the table muttering silent insults at
people hiding their number to make calls, he
alone was sitting at a table due to his body
mass.
The Phone started ringing again for the second
time, which he picked, he heard
“Hello Emmanuel” He immediately identified
NIkky’s voice.
He replied, “Long time, anything for the boys?

anything for d boys? thanks.. following..

This is good!

Really good. Pls keep it up. Won't ruin this story by giving any critique.

The sky is your beginning bro. You have a fan in me.

kayemjay: This is good!

Really good. Pls keep it up. Won't ruin this story by giving any critique.

The sky is your beginning bro. You have a fan in me.

Mr kmj where at thou,you just abandon TCA and your fans.

drsolob2:
Mr kmj where at thou,you just abandon TCA and your fans.

help me tell him ooo.

5 Days have passed since Emmanuel received
that phone call from Nikky. The assignment
wasn’t the first of its kind; he had helped her
execute some other assignment of this nature.
An antagonist named Jibola was his last kill for
Nikky, he was trying to overthrow Nikky from her
enterprise few years ago. Emmanuel was
ruthless on that one, made sure it looked like
an angry crowd mobbed him. Jibola’s personality
made sure it was believable for people.
He was a rude stingy self centred prick. The job
was fun for Emmanuel as he and his entourage
dressed as Police officers.
They installed a fake checkpoint at a dodgy
location they were sure he would pass through.
It was few minutes after midnight in a very silent
area of Ikeja. As he passed, they stopped his
car. Jibola as typical of him insulted and cursed
the policemen. They ordered him out of the car,
which he was very opposed to. He was dragged
out of the car and descended on. Emmanuel’s
entourage of drunken policemen dished out
merciless pounding on Jibola.
During the pounding, Emmanuel brought out a
knife and stabbed Jibola aimlessly. They left him
for dead, Emmanuel was sure Jibola wouldn’t
survive the next 10 minutes. Jibola’s blood had
soaked their Policemen attire, they removed the
clothes and threw them away.
Emmanuel paid his entourage of 4 people, N40,
000 each and kept what was left of the
N500,000 he was paid for the job. Sweet
memories of the job he reminisced.
However, this new assignment is more tedious.
This one is for two friends. Tailing them around
was the boring part of the job. He hated it.
Their schedules were always different, they were
both good friends, he had seen them have lunch
together and all but he still couldn’t get how
best to execute the 2 of them at once.
Emmanuel always admitted that he was very
lazy, he had been cracking his head on how to
make this assignment easy for himself.
He had given up on Seyi for today, the guy’s
movement was too complex, he chose to tail
Kelechi today. In his rickety Volkswagen Santana
hatchback cab, he bought the cab at his
mechanic’s workshop for N85, 000. He was sure
it would come in handy very soon, and time was
now.
Kelechi wasn’t much of an outgoing person, he
just visited a couple of places which included his
long visit to Bank after which he just went home.
He came out at about 8PM and headed to Seyi’s
place where they both disappeared into a lonely
street off admiralty way.They stopped in front of
a beautiful duplex where 2 girls came out of the
house to welcome the guys.
As soon as the guys went into the house,
Emmanuel stopped a few houses away from the
building. Took out what look like a radio, and
started to tune to a particular frequency.
Earlier on at the bank, Emmanuel had collided
intentionally with Kelechi in the banking hall and
secretly sneaked a tiny receiver shaped like a
button into the tiny front pocket of Kelechi’s
jeans.
Kelechi was furious at the stupid retard that
wasn’t looking before colliding into other
people. He muttered “fat sloppy bastard” slowly
as he walked away from him.
Emmanuel was praying that Kelechi would wear
the same jeans as earlier on when he planted the
bug on him and luckily for him, it was only the
polo top he changed.
Tuning the listener and receiver to the same
frequency wasn’t very tedious, a little turning
the knob left and right gave him the perfect
clarity he needed. He muttered to himself
“Thank you, eBay..”
He had bought several gadgets from eBay to
ease his little fledging assassin work, very
thankful he bought this one. Their voices came
alive in the radio. He could hear their
conversation with the ladies.
Seyi asked: So, Kemi what do you have for us
today ?
Kemi replied: well, I’ve got 4 of my friends for
you today, they are fresh
Kelechi replied estactically: Oh yes! That’s what
we’re talking about.
Kemi continued: I have put them into different
rooms, the first room is for you Seyi and the
room down the hall is for Kelechi.
Kelechi was about to move to his room when he
stopped and looked back like a bright idea just
flashed into his head.
Kelechi proposed: How about we use the same
room this time around?
Seyi replied: Hmmmm Orgy
Kemi replied: the girls have no choice plus I
took them separately, they don’t know
themselves from anywhere.So, no reason for
them to be shy.
Seyi replied: with N100,000 for a night, I don’t
think they will have a choice.Moreover, we’re
due for another one.
Kemi went into the first room to take the two
other girls to the second room.Kelechi was
looking at their direction. He saw what he liked,
the ass on the last girl was impressive to him.
Emmanuel was wondering what a life these guys
were living. Sadly, this would be the last orgy
they would have. All sorts of sounds started
coming over the radio, the reception had started
going bad.
Emmanuel sat in the cab and organized for the
rest of his plan.
3 hours later, Kelechi & Seyi came out of the
building and drove off. As they came out of the
building. Emmanuel called the driver of the
LAWMA PSP truck waiting at entrance gate of
Lekki Scheme 1.
He alerted the driver about a red 2010 Toyota
Corolla S, with 2 passengers. The truck driver
started his truck and proceeded to third
mainland bridge to conclude the plan.
Kelechi drove like he was auditioning for the
transporter movie, speeding off back to the
mainland.
They were gisting and laughing about the orgy
they just finished, Kelechi couldn’t sleep out, his
wife was that troublesome. Seyi had to succumb
to his friend’s request even at the dead of the
night. Seyi confirmed from Kelechi when the
assassins would kill Lana,and celebrating how
they would become Alhaji Hassim’s new allies,
they had already sent cars to Karim, brand new
GL450 and Bentley Continental GT. They were
sure sending the cars and eliminating Lana would
give them the shot.
The time was 2:45am in the morning. Kelechi
was lost in the joy of their last espionage that it
was too late for him to swerve successful away
from a broken down LAWMA truck in the middle
of the road just some few meters after the
Herbert Macaulay exit. His abrupt swerve from
the truck ran him into the concrete divider of
the bridge, damaging the front of the car beyond
repair.
The airbag deployed but they weren’t able to
keep Seyi alive as he wasn’t wearing his seat
belt.
Seyi hit his head on the windscreen of the car,
killing him instantly. Kelechi lost all
consciousness with his head resting lifelessly on
the steering wheel.
Emmanuel and the driver of the abandoned truck
moved close to the accident scene. Emmanuel
grabbed his 9mm, strutting his fat flabby arms
as he walked down; the driver brought along with
him a car jack. They both got to work as they
lifted the bodies away from the car onto the
floor.
Emmanuel use the car jack to break off the
whole windscreen of the car, checked them for
pulse, they were both dead, they dumped their
bodies into the water.
They got into their cars and drove into the
night.
When Emmanuel got home, he sent Nikky a text,
saying done!

dese guys are crazy assassins..nice job though..

Kul.. But you still owe me one more update

TO MY OGA @ THE TOP MENTION AND EVERY ONE THAT HAS SPARED SOMETIME AND MB TO THIS STORY
Lana’s sleep was cut short by the incessant call
from Nikky. She had called about 4 times earlier
that night. He loves his 10 hours over night
sleep; he always said anything that will cut it
short asides from intimacy had better be paying him
instant cash.
Nikky had become an important part of his life
after their first meeting at Rehab and then with
the not so fantastic news that he might not be
the only running for the new associate to Alhaji
Hassim’s crew.
Lana picked up his phone, and answered Morning
Nikky,
Nikky replied: Lana, i have called you for over 4
times, anyway, Its done!
Lana replied sarcastically: Morning to you too,
am fine, my night was fine, thanks for asking and
what exactly is done?
Nikky managed to giggle a little bit
Nikky continued : Kelechi & Seyi are dead and
gone
Lana got out of bed and paced nervously around
the room, it then dawned on him that he had
just murdered his close friends and business
partners.
Nikky continued: they had an organized accident
last night while coming back from an orgy in
Lekki Phase 1.
Lana was speechless for a moment and then
replied: How exactly did it happen?
Nikky replied: why are you bothered about the
details
Lana replied getting impatient: you killed people
on my behalf, I need to know how they
died, what sort of accident was it?
Nikky caved in and replied : The assassin left a
broken down vehicle around third mainland
bridge, it was too late for your friends to
manoeuvre around the truck, they swerved into
the concrete slab almost diving into the water, it
was the impact of the attack that killed them.
So, I guess that’s the end of your troubles?
Lana replied: Hmmm
Nikky replied: Isnt that what you wanted?
Lana replied: Nope, that wasn’t what I wanted,
that was what you wanted, Nikky. I have known
those guys for a couple of years now, we were
friends and business partners.
Nikky replied: They have also been trying to kill
you, Lana!
Lana replied: I haven’t had any attack yet. I don’t
even believe your stories anymore!
Nikky replied getting furious: You think I’m
selling you a fake story?
Lana replied: There isn’t a lot of proof to justify
your story, Nikky.
As he continued his argument with Nikky over
the phone, he moved to the window and looked
down at his gate from his room on the top floor
of the duplex; he saw the small gate of his
house open ajar. It was very unusual that the
gate would be open at 7am in the morning.
His house staff couldn’t be awake, they we’re
heavy sleepers, unless he called, they don’t
wake up.
He told Nikky, he would call her back, she
dropped the call. Looked deeply into window. He
saw blood dripping out of the chest of his
gateman lying lifelessly in a secluded corner of
the house.
He was shocked and confused, definitely more
confused. This must be the arrangement Seyi
and Kelechi made to kill him. His security people
should be downstairs.
As a technology-crazy guy, he had installed
cameras everywhere, hidden cameras.
He ran to his door to make sure it was locked,
the door was securely locked. He moved to his
bed side table, slid open his iPhone and
navigated to the app for the cameras, Lana
started scrolling through all the cameras, he
found his chef soaked in his house blood in his
hallway.
He flipped through the hidden cameras, he
couldn’t find them in the living room, kitchen,
and bedroom downstairs, and they were nowhere
to be found.
The last place to check was the staircase; the
flipped to that camera and saw 2 well armed
men walking up towards his bedroom.
It wasn’t new to him that people were trying to
kill him. However, the new thing here was that
they had been able to kill his security details.
His bodyguards were his last line of defence;
they have never failed him until today. He went
to the drawer beside his bed, brought out his
own handgun, his black revolver, the most
powerful handgun ever made.
He loaded it with bullets, he knew the guys were
trained and their outfits looked different. He
heard footsteps faint then they became loud and
then it went dead. He was sure they had gotten
to his door.
Lana summoned all the courage left in him as a
man; they called out his name and told him to
open the door. He remained silent looking at
them through his phone.
A million and one thoughts ran through his mind.
He was sure, it would take a while to break the
door, he would use that time to think of
something to save his life
The assassin called out his name and told me
Lana, you knew this was coming, didn’t
Lana still remained silent.
Lana heard shots but the shots were not on the
door, the hallway was silent, he didn’t hear
anyone talk anymore.It sounded more like a
gunfight in his hallway.
Someone gently knocked on the door and said
Lana Reis: please open up, the Assassins are
gone.
Lana replied: if they are gone, then who are
you?
The voice replied: My name is Chike Onihevo, am
with JTF
Lana muttered the name to himself, there is no
way am getting caught now, am this close to my
dreams. The camera had been destroyed in the
gun battle, making him blind to what was
happening outside.
Lana replied, what do you want from me?
Chike replied hysterically: I just saved your life,
wouldn’t you thank me to my face atleast ?
Lana replied: This door is re-inforced steel, with
this thickness, you would need more than bullets
to open the door
Chike replied: I know, that’s why we brought C4,
I know it wouldn’t bulge at the beginning but
with the amount we brought, your whole house
will come down and am super sure, you’ve got
things you still cherish in this house plus by
then it would mean you’re breaking the law.
Lana replied with confidence: How?
Chike replied with a firm voice: Lana, you’re
resisting arrest that is an offence. Moreover,
we’re only here to talk to you not to arrest you.
Lana wanted to trust the guy that saved his life,
but they were government people.
There is an emergency exit he created when he
moved in to the house; the exit was in the roof
of his bathroom. Lana expertly moved into the
roof of the bathroom and made his way out of
the house, he jumped into the vacant piece of
land behind his house.
The vacant plot was occupied by some touts, as
soon as they saw Lana, they all hailed him and
passed him a joint. He dragged twice and
returned it. He moved to a part of the land, and
dug for a bit and pulled out a backpack, changed
into fresh clothes and took cash he left in the
bag, about N100k. He gave the boys N10k and
headed out to the main road to get a cab.
Just when Lana thought he had gone out free,
he was walking down the road when a car
stopped by him and asked him if he wanted a
lift, he turned it down.
Lana continued on his journey by foot but the
driver of the car was very persistent. He used
the car to cross him down and stepped out. Lana
still tried to be nice when he noticed another car
stopped behind as well.
The driver approached Lana and said: I think I
know you
Lana replied nicely: I don’t see how that’s
possible, I don’t remember your face. I am very
good with faces and yours is very unfamiliar.
The driver responded with a smile: Really?
Lana replied affirmatively: Yes!
The driver stretched forth his hand in
introduction: My name is Chike Onihevo
Lana replied with a smile: Shit! Shaking his hands
back in return.
Chike replied: Why would you say shit! Am not
the devil!
Lana replied: I see no difference between you
and the devil especially with people we work
with.
Chike replied: Oh common, I only work the
government and you’re stealing government
resources.
Lana replied, turning his eye away from the early
morning sun: Don’t say it like that, when you
say it like that it sounds depressing. How about
if we call it wealth re-distribution?
Chike replied, as they settle to sit on the bonnet
of Chike’s car: Hmmm, What a fancy name to call
Oil bunkery considering you are not giving the
loot to charity.
Lana replied: I bet you know most of our
Godfathers are Highly placed politician and
retired Generals.This isn’t business for an
average Nigerian, you of all people should know
that.
Chike replied: I am getting bored with this
conversation.
Lana replied: Well, you started the conversation,
Chike .
Chike replied: Alright, I’m interested in secret
information I think you might be able to provide .
Lana replied: Why will I want to talk to you? Not
to talk of giving out secret information?
Chike replied: I know some very effective
persuasion techniques, my friend.Moreover, i
hate to impound that your custom Range Rover.
It’s not bad for a government agent or what do
you think?

kip dem cumin, FTC.. Mre ink to ur pen

This is long.. You are getting it..
Keep it up
Thanks for the dedication!

Handie, advertise your story on FP topic, and some on going interesting story.

S/o to all arsenal fans in the house..... I hope say no be another trophyless 9years una dey enter again so o
Karim’s life was sweet, he was no longer
required to bust pipelines and lift oil. His work
was a little more subtle, ever since he got into
the big league, he got things even before he
needed them especially this season when the
privileged information that Alhaji Hassim was
recruiting for new associates got to him.
In the last couple of weeks, he had collected
over 10 cars from people who felt he could
influence the decision of them joining in. He
would make tonnes of money selling the cars.
His plan was to sell all of them but he changed
his mind and would rather keep 2 of the best and
sell out the 8 remaining ones. The cars were
exotic, the least one will cost about N8M,
calculating N64M from nothing but just been in
charge of a job position.
His job these days seemed like he was working
with the DPR (Department of Petroleum
Resources). Do you know what kind of bribe
those guys get?
A new envelope was dropped for his driver to
give to him this early morning as he made his
way out.
As Karim’s driver drove out of the gate into
Bourdillon road, he opened the envelope and
found keys and a note along with the keys, they
note read
Here is the key to a luxury flat in Dubai, fully
paid for. All the documents in your name when
you open the door.
JB +2348099987763
Karim laughed out loud in the car, his driver
Musa wanted to ask but it’s not always a good
idea to question your boss’s action. So, he
ignored.
Karim had been receiving gifts from this JB man
for a few weeks now, last week he enveloped a
Bank of America cheque of $120,000 to
Karim.He was sure, the JB guy knew exactly what
he wanted, so he decided to give him a
call.Karim rang the number, the voice on the
other side of the phone answered
Good morning Karim, I thought you’d have called
sooner?
Karim replied JB, I have been receiving your gifts
for a couple of weeks now, how may I help you?
JB replied: My name is Jibola Balogun, I just
have one request for you. I hope you can help
me?
Karim replied: let’s hear it.
Jibola replied: The new positions Alhaji put in
your charge are still open right?
Karim replied: Yes, they are still available. It’s all
yours if you want it?
Jibola replied: I have no interest in it but it
should never go to Lana Reis & Nikky.
The line went dead.
Jibola thought to himself, Nikky tried to kill me
to steal what I built with Yemi and now wants to
sit on top of the world.Meanwhile on the night
Jibola was attacked.A stranger saved Jibola after
the Policemen beat him and stabbed violently
several years ago. It took several surgeries and
staying underground for him to be back in
business.
The stranger happens to be the only surviving
daughter of Alhaji Hassim’s mentor. The man
who started the enterprise of Oil bunkery, the
dead Army General. The General revealed the
tricks and network of the trade to Alhaji Hassim.
Behind every great fortune, there is a great
crime. Alhaji Hassim not only betrayed the
General but also sought to destroy everything
the General had. She changed her identity when
she survived the wiping out of their entire family
by the skin of her teeth
With family wealth of over $3 Billion submitted
humbly to the JB’s mastermind, Jibola had
everything he needed to save his in-law’s name
and also annihilate Nikky.

It was early October 1984, A cool evening
Breeze blowing in the Barracks.
General Ishaya was close to retirement, having
served his country for well over 35 years, a
close ally to Gen. Babangida. Those were times
when the nation was strict and properly
regulated. Not so many people were into oil
bunkery, some of the biggest thieves then were
a couple of corrupt Army Generals.
General Ishaya limped his way to his car with the
aid of his walking stick, limp from an injury he
sustained in the Civil war, his old age made the
limp more evident. Nobody could retire the
General unless the Head of state makes mention
of this, even at that it has to be done
honourably due to the huge part he played in the
Civil war years ago.
The General left Dodan Barracks to visit his
friend at the Apapa port, The Senior Customs
officer had spent virtually the same amount of
years the General had spent in the Army.
Walking into his office, the General noticed he
was talking keenly with a junior officer.
However, he noticed that the conversation
wasn’t like that of a senior officer to a junior
officer rather it was more relaxed and laidback,
it sounded more like there were gisting to
General Ishaya.The General broke off the
conversation his friend was having by making a
joke at his friend’s potbelly with his walking
stick.
He dismissed the young officer, they both
greeted each other in Hausa, as they walked and
talked about family and about the General’s son
upcoming wedding. The General was however
interested in the officer his friend was
conversing with earlier on.
General asked “Jerry, who is that young man
you were talking to earlier on”
He replied “He’s very intelligent and full of
promises; he could be DG of Customs if he plays
his politics well”
General asked “How can you make such
statement about him, he looks so young, who is
he?”
He replied “He is ASC-II Aliu Momoh, he
graduated from the University of Benin, studied
Business Administration, one of the best in his
class”
General replied “Hmmm”
He continued “Also a very smooth operator”
General hit back sarcastically “I knew he had to
be special to you, more than him just being good
in school work, he supplies you girls abi, i must
tell Maureen about this, Jerry! Jerry!! Jerry!!!”
The General joked as he pointed to him as he
mentioned his name.
Jerry replied “Look at this, old man. It’s not
what you think it is, he helps me with
bookkeeping with my small side business o”
General replied “Are you sure, or are you just
hiding behind that excuse”
Jerry replied “If it was that one, i would have
informed you; those young girls are good for
the blood, you shameless crippled old bastard”
They both laughed.
Jerry continued “Why are you asking about this
young man anyway.”
General replied “I know the kind of person
you’re; a strict disciplinarian, I know for sure
you don’t mix with your subordinates. I’m just
wondering why you would stoop so low for that
boy.”
Jerry replied “I have told you, he seems
trustworthy and he’s been running a few errands
for me and am very satisfied with his overall
performance”
General responded; “its okay then, but i would
like to know him, any young friend of yours is a
friend of mine. We need this young men more
than they need us”
Jerry replied “I can get him for you now if you
would like to meet him as we speak”
General cut him short and responded “No need
to see him now, send him to my office by
Friday”
Jerry replied “Okay, let’s not forget about your
son’s wedding”
General replied “All that has been taken care of,
he would bring her to greet you and Maureen
tomorrow evening, his wife is from Kaduna
state, she’s even royalty”
Jerry replied “No wonder you never spoke
against it, we all know how meticulous you’re
about your children’s marital lives especially
your first son”
General replied laughing “what is your point
exactly, Jerry?”
Jerry replied “My point is that if her family was a
nobody, you probably won’t give them your
blessing, so cut the bullshit”
General laughed “Well, i need to make sure that
this family fortune i have built doesn’t get into
the wrong hands. The only way is to make sure
that our children marry into the right family so
we can both move forward, not marry into a
family that will take us back to stone age.”
Jerry countered his argument “But you were a
nobody when you married Aisha, Aisha’s father
loved you like his son, he never despised your
humble beginning. Now, look at where you’re”
General replied “We’re all on the same page
here, okay, i want to expand his franchise, that’s
why the royalty in my son’s wife family is highly
required”
Jerry stood up and started packing up his table
as General continued to prove his point to
Jerry. They both came out of Jerry’s office and
made their way to their individual cars and
closed for the day.
Aliu Momoh was just arrived at General Ishaya’s
office, an average height, slender, good-looking
young man stood before General’s secretary,
Mrs. Lawanson. She asked him to sit down while
she disappeared into the large well decorated
General’s office. The General’s office was filled
with different medals of honour in service of his
country.
After a few minutes, she came out and told Aliu
the General was ready to see him now. She led
the way for him. He tried to salute the General
but he was way past that the salutation.
He continued “Good afternoon, Aliu”
Aliu replied “Afternoon General, Oga Jerry sent
me to you”
He snapped “So, you and Jerry have gotten so
comfortable with each other that you now call
him Oga instead of his title”
Aliu replied “Am sorry sir”
The General continued folding his hands over
each other on the huge table “You come highly
recommended by Jerry, so i want this to be
short and very direct”
Aliu replied “Thank you, sir”
The General continued “I have a business
proposition for you, its way bigger than what
Jerry is offering you. I can assure you, you will
make so much money that you might even
resign from the Nigeria Customs & Excise
Services. ”
Aliu getting excited replied “I am interested, Sir”
The General continued “The perks of the job are
absolutely incredible, the remuneration is totally
based on how much work is done. Basically, you
will be the PR person for the job. But how do
you feel about doing something illegal?
Aliu swallowed spit as he gazed at the stone
cold look on the General’s face, he thought
about it and decided that there was no going
back on what the General was telling him. Its
either he takes it or he winds up dead in some
hidden bush path somewhere in a few days time.
Aliu responded “I am okay with it, sir”
The General replied “Am glad, we’re on the
same page, now to tell you more about our
operations”
Aliu settled well into his seat.
The General continued
“During the Civil war, I led a lot of men to war
against Biafra. That was where i got shot in the
leg, i would have been resigned from the Military
but i am part of the ‘powers that be’ in the
Nigerian Army. So I get to stay in the Army as
much as i want.
Long story short, we came across some NNPC
pipelines that were vandalised. People were
stealing the oil.
We were able to stop them from stealing the
fuel, but it was difficult to stop the damages
done to the pipes. We decided to investigate
what they do with the stolen oil; it wasn’t only
used for fuelling their machines but they sold
them to the neighbouring country to buy arms
to fight.
We were also able to uncover the conspiracy
where they trade arms for other resources with
Israel, Israel was a great support to the Biafran
Army, We’re able to seal one part of their
funding for the war by manning those NNPC
pipelines.
Aliu, the problem was half solved not fully
because some of my soldiers came to me with
this lucrative deal of stealing the petrol. I bluntly
refused the proposal but i couldn’t court
marshal them because they were the best of my
men. We’ve been in so many wars together. A
good General is only as good as soldiers in his
command.
I later agreed out of satisfying them than
myself.
Over the years, we broke more pipelines and
increased our operations to other parts of the
country where NNPC pipelines passed through,
we also made sure that the vandalization looked
like it was carried out by indigenes, my boys
also dressed as indigenes when carrying out the
operations.
Business is good. I know you’re wondering how
you’re relevant to this operation”
Aliu was paying rapt attention to the conspiracy
theory the General was telling him.
The General continued “Aliu, I am growing old;
my legs are beginning to fail me more than
usual, I need a new face for the business,
someone new, someone my business partners
can trust”
Aliu swallowed his spit for the second time as he
listened to the General’s epistle.
The General asked “Before i forget, Where do
you pray on Fridays?”
Aliu was puzzled “How do you mean sir?”
The General replied “Friday prayers, where do
you pray?”
Aliu replied “I’m not muslim sir, am a Christian”
The General replied confused “Ok, any more
surprises, i hope you aint telling me now that
you aint Hausa”
Aliu tried to put it in his best way he could and
said “Sir, am not a muslim and neither am i an
Hausa man , I’m from Ishan Central in Edo state”
The General didn’t know what to say anymore,
he just started laughing.
He replied “Why didn’t Jerry tell me you weren’t
Hausa and not muslim either. Anyway, what’s
most important is that you’re sincere and we
have an understanding”
Aliu still kept mute while the General continued
“You can leave now Aliu, i will contact you very
soon”
This was the beginning of the business
relationship that would produce the notorious
anonymous outlaw, Alhaji Hassim

uhmm...nice work handie..more grease to ur elbow..

Nice one bro..
I suggest you include a link to this story in ya signature and comment on several posts to gather more followers..
I doubt if you have up to 20 followers!

Mention: Nice one bro..
I suggest you include a link to this story in ya signature and comment on several posts to gather more followers..
I doubt if you have up to 20 followers!

I don't have that time. Just using this to fight boredom and I'm already looking at other alternatives to killing boredom

handie: I don't have that time. Just using this to fight boredom and I'm already looking at other alternatives to killing boredom

So you are planning to abandon this work?

Mention:
So you are planning to abandon this work?

yeah. I try my best to make this a success and I know it'll be but people not following it? I can't write a story only me is gonna be reading. best thing is to abandon it for now till I find a platform where people are actually gonna read it and commend me where I should be commended and correct me where I should be corrected

handie: yeah. I try my best to make this a success and I know it'll be but people not following it? I can't write a story only me is gonna be reading. best thing is to abandon it for now till I find a platform where people are actually gonna read it and commend me where I should be commended and correct me where I should be corrected

Bro... You have no time to promote ya work, so why are you complaining? Other writers post links to their stories in other threads and work on their followers' base..
Well its ya story not mine

hi handie, i ld rather u do as Mention has earlier suggested..it will help..just include d link in ur signature and make comments and mentions often at oda pple's thread.. u can try n visit d writers' seminar too..(donno if it s stl on though)..


unless u dont wanna continue and finish d story.. Mention was right, it is ur story not ours but it is to ur own achievement and success..

PEACE..

labaski: hi handie, i ld rather u do as Mention has earlier suggested..it will help..just include d link in ur signature and make comments and mentions often at oda pple's thread.. u can try n visit d writers' seminar too..(donno if it s stl on though)..


unless u dont wanna continue and finish d story.. Mention was right, it is ur story not ours but it is to ur own achievement and success..

PEACE..

Gbam...

labaski: hi handie, i ld rather u do as Mention has earlier suggested..it will help..just include d link in ur signature and make comments and mentions often at oda pple's thread.. u can try n visit d writers' seminar too..(donno if it s stl on though)..


unless u dont wanna continue and finish d story.. Mention was right, it is ur story not ours but it is to ur own achievement and success..

PEACE..

Can u guys help do the promotion? I'm quite new on nairaland and if there's anyway u guys can help me do this, I promise the story will worth it#planning on giving it my best

handie: Can u guys help do the promotion? I'm quite new on nairaland and if there's anyway u guys can help me do this, I promise the story will worth it#planning on giving it my best

Its still ya story.. I would try but trust me, nobody would do it better than you would have done
.
You are even older than me on NL.. I joined dz month while you joined last month..
And you already have a topic that made FP, in fact it was ya first topic on NL..
Just dedicate a little bit of time and stop giving avoidable excuses..

handie: Can u guys help do the promotion? I'm quite new on nairaland and if there's anyway u guys can help me do this, I promise the story will worth it#planning on giving it my best

Mention:
Its still ya story.. I would try but trust me, nobody would do it better than you would have done
.
You are even older than me on NL.. I joined dz month while you joined last month..
And you already have a topic that made FP, in fact it was ya first topic on NL..
Just dedicate a little bit of time and stop giving avoidable excuses..

[quote author=handie] Mention has sed it..unfortunately i donno aw to include a link in one's signature..

labaski: Mention has sed
it..unfortunately i donno aw to include a link in one's
signature..

Check out my Signature...
Just copy and paste this to your signature and the link would be part of ya signature..
[+url]https://www.nairaland.com/1907590/adjacent-crime-thriller[/url]
Kindly Remove the '+' sign after pasting!

Chike knew he couldn’t take Lana out of the
present equation for long if he wanted his plan
to succeed. He had clearly stated out his plans
to Lana who he was sure would give into else
they would go on National TV and arrest him and
prosecute on several charges.
Lana would be the mole they wanted in Alhaji
Hassim’s camp.
Lana was on his way to his house when Nikky’s
call came in, he picked
“Hello Nikky” Lana answered
“Whats up, heard some assassins were at your
house early this morning” Nikky replied
Lana inquired “How would you know that, was it
on Linda Ikeji’s blog, that just happened about 3
hours ago”
“Hope you’re alright, we would be meeting
Karim very soon” Nikky responded
“WOW…information travels that fast?” Lana
replied
Nikky continued “The most important thing is
that you’re safe, i am on my way to your house
now, we need to sit down and talk”
Lana replied “What’s there to talk about? My
house is filled with dead bodies, blood splattered
everywhere”
Nikky replied “I’m on my way, i will arrange for
the bodies to be removed, hope you now believe
me about Seyi and Kelechi planning to execute
you”
Lana replied “Can we not talk about Seyi and
Kelechi now, I will see you in a bit”
Lana dropped the call, urged his cab driver to
speed up, the JTF office was located somewhere
along Awolowo road, Ikoyi. He needed to get
home before Nikky gets there.
Nikky arrived a few minutes after Lana got there,
she looked around the place, the house looked
like a mini war-zone.
Nikky was wading her shoes through the blood
spills and rubbles on the floor, Lana came down
from his bedroom, he found some guys
downstairs cleaning out the living room.
Some were dragging out the bodies of his
bodyguards, cook, and the assassins’. Nikky
looked around and asked Lana how escaped. She
looked him in the eye and asked him to answer.
Lana replied “How can you ask me that sort of
question, i survived the gun fight, killed the
assassins”
Nikky didn’t look satisfied with the explanation
Lana gave her and pushed for more answers but
Lana fought back by saying
“How come you don’t believe i could survive
those assassins or did you send them to me?”
Nikky knew she had to stop pushing now, she
looked through the living room, kitchen and
finally made her way to Lana’s room. Nikky’s
investigative approach to his assassination
attempt was getting on Lana’s nerve. She was
deep in her thought looking around for what
Lana didn’t understand.
Lana startled her when he tapped her arm as he
asked the question “When are we meeting
Karim”
Nikky replied mindlessly still looking around
“We’re to meet with him for 3PM”
Nikky continued “Need you to raise about N7M
before that time, i have got N7M already on my
own”
Lana asked curiously “Errm…..What am i bringing
N7M for?”
Nikky continued “Well, since you’re new to the
game, you need to know, we need to bribe this
man. He is Alhaji’s right hand man. He has been
receiving gifts from people who are interested in
this position, I know some people who have
bought him Bentleys, Patek Phillipe wristwatch,
all sort of expensive things. I have the ultimate
gift that will steal his heart away”
Lana replied “Okay, i never thought about that
but there is no problem, I just need to go to the
bank and withdraw money, you might need to
reschedule the meeting for 9PM.”
Nikky replied “Okay, no problem” she got out of
his bedroom and he couldn’t but notice how
cute her behind was in the skinny jeans she was
wearing, the high heel she was putting on helped
make sure her behind was a prominent feature on
her back. Lana was almost feeling a boner in the
pants. Imagining sliding his thing into her from
the back, looking at that tattoo behind her neck.
Nikky placed a call to Karim to inform him about
the rescheduling of the appointment, he was
cool with the new time they agreed on.