Nice one Fatalveli.

Simply #Breathtaking!
I got my heart in my mouth all through the three chapters. Larrysun, ruffhandu and fatalveli that's a great job from you sirs

This I really amazing, I mean it's awesome, I mean it's ehmmmmm ehmmmmm ( hold on lemme Google out the best word to use).... I'll rather say this in tongues; lebaro toricataru, LA baba babala kian... ( pls don't ask me the meaning Cox I don't know it myself) # Winks.....

am loving this

Nice one

CHAPTER FOUR: FAMILY TIES.
Submitted by TiffanyJ
The present
Location: Second Avenue, new Haven. Enugu state
Date: 28th January, 2015.
Time: 2009Hrs GMT
Tessy Jacob moaned in pain as she slowly open her eyes. She was being punished for taking more than her fair share of the bottle the previous evening. A foot landed on the tiled floor and the other followed as she blindly but slowly made it to the bathroom. The cold water soothed her troubled mind and her anger at the unfairness of life. She quickly washed herself and put on a pair of black jeans and red tank top.
'No, I won't think of last night'
She promised herself over and over again but she couldn't help it. Bottom line was, she went to the club last night, drank herself to stupor and almost got raped but for the timely intervention of Jennifer. Tessy couldn't even remember returning home or making it upstairs to her room. She picked her BlackBerry and dialled her friend's number. Jenny answered it at the third ring.
' Hello'
'Jenny, did I misbehave last night?'
'Sure you did Tess, Samuel is really worried'
'Over what?'
'You of course'
'Need I remind you that I am thirty-two years old and need no one to get worried over me? I kept telling you that I'm capable of taking care of myself'
'Oh really? Like you did last night at the club and almost got yourself raped?. Look Tess, I am the only one you've got. I am the only family and friend you have. Imagine, I almost had to force you to take the one month leave, now, you don't even want to travel but get drunk'
'You meddlesome lady!'
'Its him, isn't it Tess?'
'Who?'
'David'
A tear escaped from Tess eyes at the mention of his name. She couldn't stop thinking of him.
'He is my brother!'
'Nonsense, a brother who doesn't give a damn about you? He didn't even come for your parents' burial. For god sake Tess, he abandon you and did nothing to help when your uncles cast you out and shared your parents wealth among themselves'
'I want to hate him Jenny, but I can't. He called me last week and I told him never to call me again'
'Good Tess, forget him and move on'
'You are right, he isn't worth it at all, how is your fiance?'
'Samuel is fine. Bye Tess, take care of you'
'Bye Jenny', the line went dead.

Keep them Comin tiffanyj

Wow!!! Pls Tell Me To Close My Mouth Am Jealous Of U Guys Wish I Could Write Lik Dis I Love Dis Nix One

Yes, Tess refused to think of a brother whom she has not seen in ten years. She made a cup of coffee and switched on the Television. She was on a month's vacation and didn't even know how to spend it. She wandered around the house and the thought of her parents brought tears in her eyes. Her brother ran away from home when he was twenty, her parents were heart broken and wondered why. The search for him began. They died on their way to Kano, where a source said David was hiding. She was only twelve and her beloved brother didn't even come to bury his parents. Her uncles sent her away, Jennifer's parents (God bless their souls) had taken in their friends surviving child and trained her. She studied law at the university because that was her father's wish for her and she wasn't regretting it. Now Jenny was the only friend and family she has.
She wandered back to the living room and made to switch off the television but something stopped her. There, lying in a pool of blood was David. She moved closer as the newscaster was saying that unknown gunmen shot her brother the previous day. Although she had not set eyes on him in ten years, she identified him easily, after all, he was her brother and they were once close.
'How dare you David, you died without even apologizing to me, without telling me goodbye. Don't you know you are the only brother I have?'
She went on her knees and refuse to fight the tears. The betrayal, the pain and the loss of her family, she couldn't stand. She shouldn't cry, damn him for making her to cry but how could she stop crying when she still loved him?
' Why did I tell you to never call me David? Now you are gone and I don't want you gone', she said.
Then she remembered. The last time he called her. He was trying to tell her something but she wasn't interested.
'No, you listen to me David, I'm seek and tired of you. Stay away from me. Can't you see that you are hurting me?'
'Please Tess, I'm in danger'
'Die for all I care David, I've lost you a long time ago. Oh, never you call me again'
She cried harder as she recalled their last conversation. She knew she ought to call Jennifer, she would leave Samuel and come running to Tess but she didn't. Her body shook as she cried. Finally, when there was no more tears for her to shed, she travelled to dreamland, on the floor of her living room.
She opened her eyes the next day with her brother in her mind's eye. He sent her a letter two weeks ago and in her anger, had tossed it in her bedside drawer.
'What is he trying to tell me over the phone?'
Her curiosity led her to her bedroom. She weakly and slowly opened her drawer, picked the white envelop and unsealled it. Removing the letter, it baffled her that something else was in the envelop. She inserted her hands inside and removed a single silver key.
'What is the meaning of this' she asked as she began reading the letter.
DEAR TESS,
I am not even a worthy brother. Please, forgive me. I know I should have been there for you but they will kill us both. I had to protect you. When I was seventeen, I met a man, a very powerful man who gave me a task. A simple task for Five hundred thousand naira. I was young, foolish and needed money to show off. I realized what I'm up against too late and they were after me. I left in order to protect you, mum and dad.
A group I thought died and no longer exist are in existence and are hunting me. You see I know their secret and I have something they want. These people are dangerous and very powerful and to be exact, thirty-seven in number. I lost the money I collected from that man but I have been doing menial jobs and have save my earnings for you. An account has been opened in your name.
Now, I hate to ask this but you are the only one I trust and I need help from you. Take a plane to Lagos, to our old house, five feet away from mother's grave, I need you to dig it. It isn't too deep, you will find an iron box, use the key in this envelop and open it. Inside, you shall find your account details and two important papers. Take the original paper to Abuja and look for an investigating journalist named John Alfred. Make sure it gets to him. Pick the photocopy paper and leave Nigeria for good. Trust no one, talk to no one. I love you Tess and I think only of you.
* * * *
Tess, cried her eyes out after reading the letter. She was shaking but she knew just what to do. She was a lawyer anyway and she must get to the bottom of this for her brother was murdered. She walked to the bathroom, peeled off her clothes and stared at herself through the mirror. Tessy was average in height, dark in complexion, with a slim body. She has a pretty face with a gap tooth. Her beauty wasn't her problem at the moment. She would make sure that the people who
destroyed her perfect life pay, whatever it pays.
'Sorry big bro, I am not a coward, I am a lawyer and justice must take its course on all thirty seven men. I will see to it'
Tess, wrote a long letter to Jenny, informing her that she was going to visit a facebook boyfriend in Rivers. She bathed, packed a suitcase and headed to the airport.
'Lagos, here I come', she whispered quietly and for the first time in twenty two years, she knew she was doing the right thing.

Present time
Location: Abuja, close to Aso Rock
Date: 29th january 2015
Thirty-six pair of eyes looked frighteningly at the leader. He was angry and his anger they couldn't stand. They were all seated in round table as they deliberated the next course of action.
'where could she have disappeared to?', TCM2 asked. of course the 'she' was Irele.
Their leader, stared at them, 'we have other problems'
'What is it?' Came the chorus reply.
' David Jacob, communicated with his sister before he died and I want to know what he told her. Secondly, a journalist by the name of John Alfred knows about us'.
The whole room went hushed as the effect of what the leader said registered in their minds.
The leader stared at TCMI2.' I want you to declare Irele wanted. Her name and picture should be on media. When you find her, kill her before you take her to the custody'
TCM12 noded in understanding.
'As for the lawyer girl, bring her alive to my men and then kill the journalist. Make no mistake, we are Nigerians and we decide what happens in this country. Any more questions?'
They all keep mute.
' Then, this meeting is adjourn. Never you forget, to bring the lawyer alive'
He walked out of the room and the rest followed discretely no one should know a metting of this nature existed.


END OF CHAPTER FOUR

Emm I have some question to ask if you guys don't mind. (1) according to larrysun it was only Tcm1 that knows what the meeting would be all about that day how come the other group knows about the red paper cos according to him he brought the paper and ask others to sign (2) how come the other group knows about the seventeen year old guy since all of them are dead including the three guys that did the killing or did the other group has someone mentoring the TCM that day? (3) has another TCM be formed? Cos according to one of the writers the seventeen year old boy would had form another one but he couldn't due to the other group hindrance. Maybe the next writer can shad more light on this. But to be frank you guys are awesome thumbs up

trust you tiffanyj am not disappointed.
You guys are great

bigsholly:
Emm I have some question to ask if you guys don't mind. (1) according to larrysun it was only Tcm1 that knows what the meeting would be all about that day how come the other group knows about the red paper cos according to him he brought the paper and ask others to sign (2) how come the other group knows about the seventeen year old guy since all of them are dead including the three guys that did the killing or did the other group has someone mentoring the TCM that day? (3) has another TCM be formed? Cos according to one of the writers the seventeen year old boy would had form another one but he couldn't due to the other group hindrance. Maybe the next writer can shad more light on this. But to be frank you guys are awesome thumbs up

to answer one of your question, yes, from my update, you will observe that another group has been formed secretly with thirty seven men.

I advice you stick to the thread, the preceding chapters would answer this question.

bigsholly:
Emm I have some question to ask if you guys don't mind. (1) according to larrysun it was only Tcm1 that knows what the meeting would be all about that day how come the other group knows about the red paper cos according to him he brought the paper and ask others to sign (2) how come the other group knows about the seventeen year old guy since all of them are dead including the three guys that did the killing or did the other group has someone mentoring the TCM that day? (3) has another TCM be formed? Cos according to one of the writers the seventeen year old boy would had form another one but he couldn't due to the other group hindrance. Maybe the next writer can shad more light on this. But to be frank you guys are awesome thumbs up

fasting nd praying *no harm shall befall irele nd tessy*
#subsequent writers m pleading.....dnt harm any of dem pllssss
nyc write up tiffany

bigsholly:
Emm I have some question to ask if you guys don't mind. (1) according to larrysun it was only Tcm1 that knows what the meeting would be all about that day how come the other group knows about the red paper cos according to him he brought the paper and ask others to sign (2) how come the other group knows about the seventeen year old guy since all of them are dead including the three guys that did the killing or did the other group has someone mentoring the TCM that day? (3) has another TCM be formed? Cos according to one of the writers the seventeen year old boy would had form another one but he couldn't due to the other group hindrance. Maybe the next writer can shad more light on this. But to be frank you guys are awesome thumbs up

there is one thing I know with the first writer, I know his writing techniques like I know nairaland.com. And this is it, don't expect to get the details to his story plot before he says "THE END".
So, Bro, an advise from me to you, sit back, and enjoy the ride, let them drive.
It's the old man again. DAMEX333 is back again.

seyitanhep1:
there is one thing I know with the first writer, I know his writing techniques like I know nairaland.com. And this is it, don't expect to get the details to his story plot before he says "THE END".
So, Bro, an advise from me to you, sit back, and enjoy the ride, let them drive.
It's the old man again. DAMEX333 is back again.

I've missed you, my brother.

seyitanhep1:
there is one thing I know with the first writer, I know his writing techniques like I know nairaland.com. And this is it, don't expect to get the details to his story plot before he says "THE END".
So, Bro, an advise from me to you, sit back, and enjoy the ride, let them drive.
It's the old man again. DAMEX333 is back again.

ARE YOU STILL ALIVE THIS MAN?

LarrySun:
I've missed you, my brother.

my Oga, I don miss you pass normal.
Love your write up. Keep the fire 🔥 burning 🔥

Dyoungstar:




ARE YOU STILL ALIVE THIS MAN?

oga young, how far?
Your messages on WhatsApp brought me back, can't miss the collaboration for anything

seyitanhep1:
oga young, how far?
Your messages on WhatsApp brought me back, can't miss the collaboration for anything

IN OTHER WORDS, ARE YOU CALLING ME A REVIVALIST?

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CHAPTER 5: BACK TO THE BEGINNING.

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The Past..
Location: Victoria Island, Lagos, Nigeria.
Date: October 25, 1989
Time: 2130Hrs GMT

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. "It is good to plan ahead, Ahmad," a man in his mid fifties addressed a young brazen faced figure sitting adjacent to him on the imported piece of seetee in a frenzy of rapt attentiveness. "And that explains the reason for this. You're just fifteen but I'm certain you should be better than most men in their thirties," he continued. "A secret is to be unravelled to you tonight, a secret that has the power of directing millions of men into doom, a secret like no other!",

. The figure stirred apprehensively. The man before him was not one that would crack jokes about, he was the ever serious type butressed by the words He just assimilated, He was totally in for it, "Continue Dad!," He encouraged.

. "That's my son, always coming handy," the Man resumed his serious speech. "A secret group exists here, a powerful group that holds the future of our Country. The group was founded some years ago and it goes by the name of 'The common Men'. This group is no group for the cowards or feeble minded, it consists of the echelons of the political world and needless to say, I'm inclusive, also, I'm the leader. Now, I foresee a great conspiracy looming imminently ahead like a windy cloud foretelling rainfall," He informed and remained quiet for some minutes inorder to stamp every utterance of His.

. "However, it can be prevented," he continued when He saw the overwroughted look on Ahmad's face. "A very paramount document exists in the group. Without it, the group's invalid and the looming danger would be wiped off. And as the Leader of the group, the document makes my custody its' habitat but lately, things are getting altered. I smell a strong brewing conspiracy within the group and I see the intense need for the document to be in safe and trusted hands, thus, why we're holding this discussion. Now, the real question is 'Are You ready to accept the document?' and remember with great power, comes great responbilities." the Man came to an halt and awaited his son's response.

. The air seemed as if it hung pensively and the demeanor of the ambience was suspended impermanently, "I'm ready, Father," Ahmad spoke up after a great amount of mooting.

. "Good! Kid. I knew you wouldn't be a coward," the man commended and with a little smile dangling across his lips, He unfastened the portfolio he had kept on the middle wooden table minutes before the conversation and brought out a Thick paper document that would seem weird even to the numbest of the numbs, smiled wrily and handed it to Ahmad.

. "Now Ahmad, your destiny just got complicated and great, I foresee a great leader in you. But one more thing, Ahmad," he stopped and continued, "from this moment, your life just got completely altered. You'll have to forget whatever Life you have. You'll have to mesmerize into the blues completely and resurface after twenty six years as a new man, you'll create a new Associaton of the common men, you'll create the real one!",

. "So, how do you explain the document to the group," Ahmad inquired from his father with concern inscribed all over his face as he made to leave home forever.
. "You don't worry Kid, I've got the perfect copies. You just promise you'll create the group," his father replied.
. "I promise Dad!," Ahmad said softly and walked out of his father's Mansion quietly.

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The Present.....
LOCATION: MURTALA INT'L AIRPORT, LAGOS, NIGERIA.
DATE: 28TH JANUARY 2015.
TIME: 1325HR GMT.

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. Cladded in a modest simple pink gownthat stopped just above her ankles, Tess alighted from the aeroplane that had just conveyed her here somewhat awkardly, her Roller bag being dragged behind her.

. On getting out of the confinement of the artificial air of the arrival hall, she took in the state's mild sun that shoned as an old feeble woman would and the natural encompassing air that the state had always seemed to have.

. "Beacon Guest house," she flagged down a Cab that seemed the best after much mooting and hopped in readily.

. As her journey weared, She couldn't but take notice of the unusual qualities of the Cab. Everything was spick and span with modest air freshners, no loud lousy noise cab drivers had always been identified with from the driver. There wasn't the awkard tracks that taxis had always made a cusomary act of theirs' nor was there the unbated chattering of drivers with passengers, mostly with ladies as she had oft in the past, experienced. Then, it hit her, it all seemed too clean, this certainly wasn't a normal Cab.

. "Park Sir!," she modested, "I have to grab some eateries from the eatery," she said as an addendum and the quiet weird driver heeded before twitching his head to her direction, smiled smugly and sprayed a reasonable amount of Novogold spray directly to her face with an amazing dexterity and agility.
. Tess passed out.

The present...
LOCATION: PORT HACOURT, NIGERIA.
DATE: 27TH JANUARY 2015
TIME: 1520HR GMT

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"Hello Nakun," Irele picked.
"Irele, you have to return home right now" she said with a shaky voice.
. "What's happening," Irele demanded skeptically.
. "Okay... Hum, Your office was vandalized, everything was rummaged through and funny thing was, nothing was taken, just a note was left behind. Suprised and afraid, I hurried to your house immediately it happened and unfortunately, my expectations were met, your house was not spared," Nakun poured out and Irele's brain went blank, these people meant business.

. "Are you there?," Nakun prompted her out of her reverie but she was too mortified to utter a word. In place of it, she disconnected the call and slumped onto the bed in utter perplexity and was soon enough, lost in a private world of hers', of her thoughts. A world in which she was completely safe.

. "Whats up," James voice raced to her several minutes later which edged her into the right position to escape from her thoughts and it was then she realized she had acted stupidly; she had ignored what she was supposed to do first.

. "A colleage called to inform me that My house and office were probed, Uncle or rather, were ransacked by some unknown guys, I'm sick and fed up of everything Uncle," She spoke out amidst sobs, and tears. "I'm fed up, I'm sick. I know nothing about this and now, I'm being hunted for it? Suddenly, I'm on the run? For something I know virtually nothing about? Now, I can't live a normal life? I can't work? I can't go on vacations? I can't get married? I can't live the way I like? I can't be that happy woman? I can't live a fulfilled life? I can't have my kids?," Irele rampaged on but stopped when she noticed her Uncle had said nothing and she raised her face from his chest though she never knew how it got there and looked at His face, in a bid to get an assurance she was being listened to.

. "Irele!," James begun thoughtfully, "Though I'm no family man yet, I think I know the perfect time to allow a lady pour out her heart without interruption," he continued and held Irele's head close to his chest affectionately. He was re-playing the roles he had played years ago.

. "Now Irele, You've been really tensed up lately and that has greatly contributed to everything," he continued when he noticed Irele sobbing had died down. "We'll need you to keep your calm, think deep and and try to recollect anyone's face from the guys that were after you. Remember, think deep and keep your calm, we'll need to start somewhere, okay?".

. Irele closed her eyes and smuggling closer to James, she replayed the events of the past 48 hours: She saw herself in each scene, from the man in his virile aged that was killed, the men after the man, the men at her office, the men at her home, the document they were about and at each scene, she kept getting glance flashes of a face she knew but who it was evaded her. Then suddenly, she got it.

"Ransome! Ransome was among!" She gasped, covered and abashed with sweat all over.

"Ransome?," James inquired alarmedly.
. "Ransome!" Irele ascertained.

. James felt a huge lump in his throat and several goose pimples appeared on his face. He heaved heavily, He knew it was now a complicated issue.

The Present...
LOCATION: LAGOS, NIGERIA.
DATE: 28TH JANUARY, 2015.
TIME: 1723HR GMT.

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. Ahmad navigated his 2000 golf Car with a double-dyed caution through the ever busy streaming street of Ajegunle. He kept his gaze ahead on the look out for looming hazards but synonymously, couldn't but provide any aid than to notice the change Lagos had gone through. Many fast pacing and reckless cars and motor-cycles and serious looking pedestrians that Lagos had always seemed to be endowed with by Mother Nature weaved past his crawling Car and each sight had always mused him.
. He chuckled and mantained his invisible connection with the never ending chains of air before him. "Nigerians! Where're they heading to?," he marvelled. "Even You?," He mused as his masterful eyes noticed a demented man taking quick sharp strides as if He had an appointment with anna macauly.

. A soundtrack from renowed hip hop artiste; Wizkid maneuveured its way to His ear buds as He drove past a retail Casette seller and it was then he realized the demeanour of the ambience. Everywhere was bustling and bubbling with Life; young boys roaming around, people going about their normal daily activities and the intense funny face creature hovering above shone its' brilliant rays on mother earth timidly. He mused sadly.

. From a normal being's view, from a being that wakes, works and retires quietly into its' shell, the country was almost torn in the chaos of electional crisis, fair enough, it was what they knew. But to the echeons, to the people directing the string, to the beings pulling the trigger, the country was about to be shattered, ruined, devastated. A great conspiracy was about to occur and the most calamitous battle was bound to ensue. The battle had begun already. It never commenced today, it had begun since 25 years ago, between families, each taking sides, between firms, and most paramountly now, between secret hidden groups. A little trip down the memory lane brought back the words he last heard from John Alfred, his wingman, "Sir, The bait is gone! The document is no longer in safe hands and I'm sure, 'The higher beings' wouldn't hesistate to go after it, its' all they need for the conspiracy, Sir. The paper is now in sustody of Irele Donald a niece to James Okubor, a high ranking commissioner of police in port-harcourt and the only living daughter of PQR-F4, she's an asset, a very paramount one. Sir, we need to act fast!".
. "Alfred, calm your nerves, keep up the facade. I'll be back in 72 hours," he had replied calmly and now, here he was, "guess it's finally show time," He thought.

. He mused as he remembered the 'Document's part', a document that had been with him for the past twenty six years and had been the cause of several misfortunes and deaths. He was very cautious. He made sure no one knew the so-called document was just a photocpy, not even Alfred, his wing man in guise of a journalist. Who could blame him? Men were never to be trusted.
Ahmad smiled smugly, his Dad obviously played his part well.

. "Uhn oh," Ahmed heard the grunting of a lady on the seat beside him and he snapped out of his thoughts.
. "Tess! You're awake," He declared.

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End of Chapter 5!

Thronekid?? Today wasn't your day now.
what's up with you?

I have already finished typing my own chapter 5 since morning, just had serious network problem that's why I wasn't able to post it.... At least you should have waited till tomorrow to see if I wasn't going to post,

Kinwayne I guess the full stop we are seeing there ain't the main full stop that signifies the end.

Until we see

END OF CHAPTER 5 ba?

Because e too short.