Weldone, nice update, I wish they arrest Marcus and his group

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THE TEAM ON THE RIGHT HAND SIDE stopped for while when they heard the gunshots, they tried to process what was going on.

But the man leading them said “Go, go, go.” They hurried their footings, seeing a door at their left hand side, they used their boots to open it and they went forward into it, into what seems to be a staircase, leading to only-god-knows-where.

This time, their footings was in a rush manner, forgetting the entire hush-hush manner they first entered the house ground with.

“WHAT IS THAT?” Katrina bolted up.

She quickly went to the window that shows the subsist happenings of her environment.

By the gateside, she saw two policemen with guns outstretched towards the house.

“Damnit” she cursed under breath.

Marcus was sleeping on the couch; he was having a fever ever since he was stabbed in the hospital by Susan.

A special doctor was sent by Scorpion to treat Marcus. The doctor said to Katrina that the scissors pierced his small intestine.

Due to the fact that he could not be taken to the hospital because of the police.

The doctor was wearing a jacket with capacious pockets, but still he was carrying his medical bag.

The doctor entered the house, his bag in hand, as he greeted Katrina who opened the door for him; he kneeled on one leg as he checked Marcus sleeping on the couch.

The bag was lockable and not left unattended. He brought out his stethoscope, as he placed the small disc-shaped resonator on Marcus’ chest, while he connected the two tubes to his both ear like an earpieces.

He listened to the internal sounds, like the lung and heart beats, it was normal. He also listened to the intestines and blood flow in arteries and views, but it was weird, it was not functioning as it should be.

He brought out a sliver-coloured injection container from the bag; medicines are stored between 4o and 25oC.

It was meant to likely keep the medicines cooler than a traditional black bag. He filled the injection container with a drug and then injected Marcus with it.

This being done, the doctor operated a surgery on Marcus, connected the pierced intestine and sew it up.

He fixed Marcus up in a professional way, even more than a professional without Marcus knowing anything because the doctor gave him a sleeping injection.

“Let him have a good rest.” The doctor said this on his way out. He locked his bag firmly so that bright lights will not inactivate some drugs in the bag.

Back to the present, Katrina quickly went to Marcus’ phone, inorder to call Scorpion, but the call lines were jammed.

She cursed under breath. She blamed herself for not seeing it coming.

Marcus sleeping on the couch, rose up with a strength that Katrina wondered where he got it from because yesterday Marcus was sleeping like a worm.

Marcus tried to get his bearings, which he did, he fixed his eyes on Katrina before saying.

“Katrina, what happened?”

Katrina shifted her weight from the floor, trying to think a way out of this “The police are here, they have found us.” She said further “We need to defend ourselves.”

Marcus was silent.

“Lets quickly strategize this first, so I need you to gather all the strength you could gather and fight our way out of this.” Katrina said further.

Marcus stood up, he was wearing a sport jersey of a foreign club, with a deep blue jeans beneath it, while Katrina was wearing a long sleeve stretchy clothe with a black jean trouser.

“How many heads did you count?” Marcus asked as he used the back of his palm to clean the saliva by his cheek.

“They brought a Bearcat here, so it is ten.” Katrina replied. “I believe four from one side while the other three on the other side, because three are standing by the gate.”

“Good, install a grenade by that door.” He said.
Katrina hurriedly went to the kitchen and Marcus followed suit.

A rectangular chest fridge was stationed by the wall beside the dish washing sink. The fridge, Katrina opened it, cold air lifted before her eyes, inside are different kinds of guns, bullets, neatly arranged.

Marcus came nearer and peeping into the fridge, he reached for a MPW .300 Aac Blackout. While Katrina grabbed a Aero Precision X15 Rifle, with some grenades.

Marcus came out the kitchen, followed by Katrina, she quickly went to the door.

She ripped a wire connecting to a socket, peeling off a strand of wire from the three coloured wires lined together, and tied the grenade opening handle with the wire then to the door handle in a very systematic and professional way.

While this was going on, Marcus was feeling the pain due to the weapon he was carrying, the weight of the weapon was causing pain to his stomach, almost knocking the breath of him.

He maintained his stance, and quickly turned the couch around to shield them from incoming bullets.

Then he said to Katrina who was getting more weapons from the fridge.

“Where is your adrenaline injection?” He asked as if he was in a duress state.

Katrina surveying him “Why do you need an adrenaline?” she said further “If the adrenaline wears off, it will crash you.”

“I understand, just give me the damn injection!!” Marcus shouted as beads of sweats engulfed him.

Katrina not resisting his demand, quickly went to the kitchen, opening the upper cupboard, and brought out a small sliver case that is rectangular in shape, placed the case on a gas cooker (the gas cooker is not on).

Opening the case, she brought out an empty injection container, by it was a small bottle, that contains liquid that is colourless, and pinched the injection needle section on the breakable panel on the bottle, the needle went through and extracted the liquid from the bottle into the injection container.

Without putting the case back to its place, Katrina walked out of the kitchen and gave Marcus a shot at the back of his neck.

Disposing the empty injection container on the floor. Marcus could feel an imperial energy surged through him with great velocity. As if he was reborn again.

Katrina and Marcus took positions behind the couch, awaiting the Police.

Hmmm

This gonna be a godly encounter!

Hopefully they will gun down inspector Shola!!!

#TEAM_AFM
nice plot baba.... can't wait to see katrina and detective Shola gasp for breath..

#SIPS_HOLANDIA_YOUGHURT

B2B

preciousnobel:
This gonna be a godly encounter!

Godly encounter indeed.

Smooth278:
Hopefully they will gun down inspector Shola!!!

Really? You want Detective Shola dead even though he was cajoled and blackmailed by Gen. Audu?

Sorry guys for updating late.

CHAPTER 38

Mr. Jude Peters sat down on one of the seats, cross-legged, as he looked above the nose bridge of the two Policemen.

One was tall and looked matured, while the other young, with bright eyes.

Walter came into the room with two cups of tea on a tray, he set both on a glass table that was stationed in the middle of the two couch facing each other, both cups were facing Charles and Anthony, as he went out of the room.

Charles reached for his own cup of tea, warm and it had chocolate mixed in it, grasping the cup with his two hands as he took a sip from the cup, while Anthony ignored his.

The room is being cooled by the air condition standing by the television, the coolness relieved and loosen all muscles in Anthony’s body as he relaxed.

“How can I help you?” Mr. Jude Peters said.

Charles putting down is cup of tea said “Sir, we are from the Kaduna District Police Unit” he tried to say further “An…..”

“Can I see some identification?” Mr. Jude Peters said with his fixed on Charles.

Charles reached for his fake identity card from his breast-pocket and handed over to Mr. Jude.

Mr. Jude collected it with a “Thank you”

And he looked at Anthony, who was not paying attention to their conversation, but was gone on a long thought.

Mr. Jude cleared his throat in a loud manner which jolted Anthony back to the present.

“Identity card, please” Mr. Jude said modestly.
Anthony tried to say something but Charles beat him to it “He is my assistant not a police.”

“Oh I see, alright.” Mr. Jude said with his two eyebrows raised up as he studied Anthony with keen eyes.

Now studying the identity card in his right hand with intense and fanatical gaze, as if he knew all the policemen in the whole Kaduna State, Mr. Jude finally authenticating the identity card without seeing any discrepancies on it said

“Detective Jonah, how can I help you?” he lean front to hand over the identity card back to Charles.

Charles took it and replaced it back into his break-pocket

“Mr. Jude with all due respect, we are here because of the murder of Chief Fredrick of the Southern Political Faction. I head the team that is currently investigating the murder”

“Continue” Mr. Jude said.

Charles shifted his weight from the couch and leaned forward, his two elbows were on laps

“We are very certain that you are well acquainted with Chief Fredrick, right?”

Mr. Jude didn’t twitch nor flip an eyebrow when this was said, he simply smiled a bit and said

“Yes, Detective, Chief Fredrick is a friend of mine. I boosted him during his run for Chairman of Kaduna Local Government, that was in the 80’s” he said further “Chief Fredrick is more of a black sheep to me, he was a bright and knowledgeable fellow. I interviewed him once when I was still a news anchor, he spoke with such assertiveness and vigour. His words could move a mountain.”

“When you heard about his death sir, how did you feel?” Charles asked as he scratched the back of his neck that was very itchy.

Mr. Jude brightened up a bit with what seems to be sorrow in his eyes “Fredrick, old stubborn goat, Politics is a very dangerous game. But I never knew that old Fredrick will be killed in such an inhuman manner, when I heard it, I cried inwardly, concealing every pain within, I …..”

he trailed off, losing his words, as he wanted to drop a tear, he used his nightwear’s long sleeve at the arm section to wipe off the tear.

Charles waited a bit for the man to get his composure back in time before he moved on

“Did Chief Fredrick in at anytime give you something to keep for him? nothing is meaningless sir, anything at all?” Charles asked.

“Fredrick will never give me anything of his to keep for him, because he knows that I am a reporter, anything he gives to me, I will be curious to find out what it was inorder to make a big story.” He said further “No, he didn’t.”

“Are you not drinking your tea, it will get cold” Mr. Jude said this as he looked at Anthony.

Charles looked at Anthony with a eyes that said ‘C’mon drink the damn tea, its delicious.’ But Anthony looked at Mr. Jude and said “Sir, am not thirsty, thank you sir.”

Mr. Jude said “Oh, you are missing out, the tea is made in Finland, in the course of super cold snow, a group of visionaries came together and made this tea, specially sold in Finland, and it was made of aloe-alkaline roots, Chinese hundred year old ginger and other herbal stuffs. It healed sicknesses and the Finland Government invested into.” he leaned further facing Anthony

“I had to smuggle it to Nigeria because the taste was irresistible. I hope the Police will pardon me for this.” He turned to Charles as he said this.

“No problem sir, thanks for the tea, it is very good.” Charles said.

Anthony surrendered as he picked up the tea cup that was sitting on the table, in front of him. He first looked at the tea surface, it looked brown.

He noticed Mr. Jude and Charles gaze on him, waiting patiently for him to drink the tea, ‘what is so special about this damn tea?’ Anthony said this in his mind, as he raised the cup to the lip, using his lower lip as an effort to pour the tea into his mouth.

He sipped a little, stopped, the cup still in his hand, he sipped another again, and another again.

“How does it taste?” Mr. Jude already beaming asked.

Anthony trying not to show any amazement on his face said “It is manageable, it is okay, not bad.”

Mr. Jude Peters watched Anthony with a sarcastic look on his face, he dislike when people can’t admit that something is good, which is good initially.

Charles is the one who cleared his throat this time, as he looked at Mr. Jude who was studying Anthony “Sir, are you sure that Late Chief Fredrick didn’t give you anything when he was alive, because that thing will be our helper in solving this case.”

“Look, gentlemen” Mr. Jude Peters rose up from his seat, watched the two men for the last time and said “Chief-Fredrick-did-not-give-me-anything-to keep-for-him.”

Before Charles say another word further, Mr. Jude Peters said “I have a very cryptic schedule, my Walter will show you out.”

“Good morning” Mr. Jude left the room clearing his throat as he left.

Charles rose up from his, looking at Anthony, who still has his cup of tea in hand, with a trait of smiles on his face. “Anthony, drop the mug and lets go.”

Walter Timileyin appeared into the room using the door that was connected to the hallway, he crossed his arm like a gentleman that he is, awaiting the two policemen to rise up from their seats.

Which they did, Anthony finished the cup of tea with delight on his face and wished he could have more of it. But it was too late.

Walter showed them the door, leading them out of the room into the dazzling sunlight, the weather wasn’t hot and heated up like yesterday.

Their car was parked in the small car park in the mansion grounds, almost facing the gate, a Peugeot Sliver Series 2015 model was parked beside Charles’ car.

Anthony admired the car, and wished he could rent one for him and Tina to drive into the heart of Kaduna, pimping their ride.

Charles sat down in the front, in the driver’s seat, as he was the one driving while Anthony sat in the front seat also, alongside Charles, enjoying the ride.

Timilehin the Walter called out the gateman who was in his station, listening to music using an earpiece into both ears blocking his sense of hearing temporarily.

The gateman was a young man in his 30’s, he had beards arched coming from his head going down below his lower lip then up again to his head.

Dressed in a uniform with a cap not covering a small portion of his head, in a frenzied way he was listening to the music, the volume was turned on high as he danced using the old shoes he wore to unsettle the ground, shaking his head up and down, using body movements, dancing to the rhyme.

“Gateman!” Timilehin was shouting at the top of his lungs for the third time.

Then he went closer to gateman’s station, he looked inside and saw the gateman dancing, the gateman was oblivious of Timilehin gazing at him.

“Chidi!” Timilehin shouted at the gateman, as he was filled with anger.

The gateman danced a dancing style that made him turn around, he saw the Walter at the entrance of his station, shocked, he stopped dancing and quickly removed his earpiece.

“Anything sir?” The gateman asked in a respectful way.

“In your line of duty, you are here dancing like a person that just won a lottery, right. I will inform the boss about this your erratic behaviour”

Timilehin said further “Come and open the gate, a car want to get out.”

Timileyin left the entrance of the gateman’s station and went back to Charles and Anthony that was sitting in the car, wondering what was going on, he peeped through the Anthony’s car glass and told them not to be annoyed, the gateman will open the gate.

Immediately, the gateman rushed out of his station, he sorted for a key in a bunch of keys tied together with a robe.

Finding the one he was looking for, he inserted the key’s zigzag roughened and sharpened section into the tiny hole of the padlock.

The padlock opened at once when the gateman turned the key’s round section.

He removed the padlock and pushed the gate open to the right hand side, the gate had three rollers fixed at the footing part of it, making it easier for the gateman to move free the gate.

Charles turned on the ignition key when the gate was opened, the Walter greeted him goodbye but he didn’t reciprocate, marching on the tracks, he drove out the car out of the mansion.

Turning left into the street that was tiled black with coals, his car took speed.

That instant, another car tried to drive into the mansion, blocking the path of the gate that was about to close.

This action marveled the gateman, he told the person driving the car to stop, and he came closer to the driver of the car.

The Walter wondered who that might be, he raced towards the car that was at the middle of the entrance of the gate, but couldn’t move further because of gate iron structure was obstructing any other movement, the gate was obstructing any other motion through it, in such a way that the car body paint would be peel off if the car moves any inch further.

The driver of the car lowered his car glass and tilted his head out of the car as he told the two men that he wanted to see Mr. Jude Peters, that it is very urgent.

“Who are you?” the Walter asked as he stopped his tracks in front of the car, looking intently at the eyes looking at him.

“I am Detective Sylvester from Kaduna District Police Unit” Scorpion said.

Ghen Ghen this is what is called interlude.
Continue onto I dey your back

Honestly, I've never understood why affluent Nigerians more especially, choose to have a gatemen, when there's alarm systems, mobilised gates, intercom, cameras etc.

The dude has a wife and a butler already, so he can't claim "I only hired him so I'm not alone in the house".

In comes Scorpion......an intercom could have helped here. Anyway.........

This Scorpion guy matter tire me hurray. I'm patiently waiting for Shola to be exposed. Marcus and Katrina can escape this....

CHAPTER 39

Along Bwari/Jere axis on Kaduna – Abuja Expressway an armoured Toyota Frontier took speed from 50 mph to 110 mph, splinting on the tracks like a ravaged lion, while an escort carat its back accelerated speed as well, trying to keep up with the armoured car.

Gen. Audu sat at the back seat of the car, the car was induced heavy with coolness coming from the air-condition of the car, cooling the car to the extent that one will think he is in Iceland.

A rearview camera was installed to help in the case whereby the driver want to reverse, while the auto-folding mirrors were open and could be closed at the press of a button.

Memory settings to take live coverage happening inside the car. The doors and frames were reinforced with ballistic steel, composite lightweight materials, overlaps and a spall guard that is in form of a chip was implanted by the driver’s door.

A guard wearing a wire-rimmed glass sat beside the driver, facing front, the guard had a calm loneliness to his face, inside that calmness lies cold energy like that of a fiend spirit, not willing to connect with the outside world.

The armoured car was provided by the Nigerian federal government to Gen. Audu as a senior official, who is occupying the post of Major General in the Nigerian Defence Academy.

The government voted it necessary for top brass officials to be protected with an amoured car, in reference to the death of Chief Fredrick, who is an enigma in the government, but was gunned down by assassins.

Gen. Audu sat on the luxurious seat as he played with the ring he was wearing on his right hand ring finger, turning it steadily and rolling it gently.

He was not in the car mentally, his thoughts flowed like a water released into a long pipe, he thought about the man he went to meet in the cathedral, recalling his conversation with him, asking him

‘Do-you-love-your-country-Nigeria?’ and also ‘Before they retaliate and counter-attack’

He wondered when the man will send him the strategy for the plan, anger fueled in him, making him bend his ring finger downward, hurting himself, but this pain means nothing to him, it was the pain of seeing those despicable people.

His will is to crush them totally, not giving them the chance to rise up able, to plead to him to spare their lives.

‘I have come this far, I won’t back down now’ he said in his mind ‘what I have gone through, evil things I had to do to get this far, they made me do it, they turned me into a evil monster in human clothing’ he said ‘they won’t live, every last one of them won’t live, no! no! no!’

The car was descending from the expressway, driving down into hell, and later it gained its balance back, reducing its speed level to 30 mph as it entered into a traffic jam.

Car were honking and honking, pinrr pinrr pinrr as there were no progression.

“Why are we stopping?” Gen. Audu asked the driver as he was jolted back to the present when the car was trumping down on the expressway

“Sir, there is a traffic here.” The driver replied as he was now grinding and chewing something in his mouth.

“Ah, can’t you reverse and take another route?” Gen. Audu asked.

“That would have been good sir, but cars have already blocked my left and right.” The driver replied.

The guard sitting beside the driver didn’t mutter anything, he just faced front, looking ahead into activities playing before him presently.

“All right” Gen. Audu sat down properly, and brought out a wine from a brown envelope that is rectangular in shape, the envelope was used to rap the wine.

He had bought it along with him when he was coming to Lagos yesterday.

It hasn’t been opened, he forget to collect a corkscrew from the sales girl that was attended to him.

So he bend down, reached for the ropes used to tie both of the shoes he was currently putting on, he untied them open one after the other, dislodge them from their pattern, removed the ropes from the shoes.

Sitting down properly again, he tied a figure-8 knot into his rope and lower it into the neck of the bottle, knot first.

Tilt the bottle to create some leeway on one side, to allow his knotted rope to slip past the cork and underneath it.

He tucked in his lips in a careful manner as he tired to remove the corkscrew.

Pulling up on his rope as hard as he can – the knot wedge against the neck of the bottle on the bottom of the cork and forced the cork up and out.

Creating a pop sound, and white smoke oozed out of the brandy bottle, filling the containment with the odour of the brandy, strong one.

This caught the attention of the wire-rimmed glass guard, he turned his neck to the back to look at Gen. Audu bring out a white plastic cup from the brown envelope laying beside on the deluxe leather seats.

Gen. Audu sensed that two eyes were prying at him, but he didn’t twitch, didn’t look up as he poured himself a drink.

He was about to look up, that was when the wire-rimmed glass guard turned front and was facing forward.

The thoughts that flowed through his mind were inaudible to Gen. Audu nor driver, they couldn’t read the thoughts, the opinions and the unspoken words of the wire-rimmed glass guard.

He gulped down the drink in a single shot, pouring more down into the plastic cup he gulped it down again in a single shot, his throat were dancing in his neck aching for more wine, like a groom awaiting its bride.

The amoured car moved now, rocking the tracks with its tires, cars were moving progressively.

They were now in an ultra modern market, traders both males and females displayed their wares on both sides of the road marketing their goods to the passersby with loud voices, making it hard to hear your own voice.

Hawkers moved through the busy lane of people going to and coming, they had their goods on their heads as they advertise their commodities also at the top of their lungs.

A yellow bus carrying a full load of passengers was running at a fast rate, making people that wanted to cross the road jump back to the pedestrian lane in a frantic manner.

The people in the yellow bus were shouting as the car wound up at a very fast speed, suddenly, the bus tilted to his left and rammed an iron gate of a reputable bank.

To be continued.

..................Continuation from Gen. Audu..............

People around the vicinity quickly ran towards the scene, to rescue the situation.

The door of the bus has peeled out of its settings, the three individuals by the door side were bleeding due to the impact, there were cries coming from the bus.

Some of the passengers were wounded and hurt. The passengers was disembarked from the bus with the help of the people in the vicinity, they removed the passengers gently from their seats, and blood was dripping underneath the wrapper of a pregnant woman as she cried ‘my baby! my baby!’ she touched her stomach.

An old woman wearing a white traditional dress top was filled with blood, not knowing where the blood was coming from, people seated her down on an interlocking ground, the blood was rushing from her chest, a woman discovered this as she removed the old woman's white traditional top.

This scene make some onlookers stiff temporarily, some covered their heads with their hands as they felt sad for the casualties while others wrapped their hand under their armpits, saying words of consolation.

The driver had knocked-out, not sure if he was dead or alive, as his head was on the steering wheel, the passenger by his side was lucky he didn’t have a wound, only a slight hurt of the shoulder because he has his seatbelt on.

Some bystanders quickly called the emergency line for an ambulance to be present at the scene so as to treat the casualties.

They had dislodged all the temporary occupants of the bus, and people started saying their opinions as to what happened, some said ‘the driver was on the influence of alcohol as he always is’ some ‘maybe the brake was not working that’s why he had to crash into something’.

Two security guards of the bank came out of the bank building, they surveyed the area where the bus crashed into.

The pillar of bricks on the left hand side supporting the gate has crashed down into a dwarf’s height.

The iron gate was already dangling open, about to peel out of its holding, the interlocking stones that was beneath the bus had busted open from their arrangement revealing an almost black soil or sand that earthworms played freely in it.

The wire-rimmed glass guard watched this with no emotion played on his, the armoured car splinted through, passing the path where the yellow bus had come from while the escort car followed suit.

Gen. Audu hired the wire-rimmed glass guard to do something for him, something he has been waiting for years to do, now was the time.

The wire-rimmed glass guard is more than a guard, he is what terrifies Gen. Audu. Gen. Audu thought he was the only one who could do evil, he thought he could assassinate people at ease without anyone knowing.

But here it is, a bomb engineer that has engineered bombs that lead to the deaths of many people in Sudan, Iraq, Afghanistan etc.

This wire-rimmed glass guard will help him engineer a bomb that will be detonated here in Kaduna, and lives will be lost, tears will descend from the heavenly eyes of the families of the deceased greasing on their cheeks, gently liquidating down, down, down, breaking them down, that will shred his enemies into pieces and making them pay for their sins.

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Whizzdom:
Stay glued, more updates are to come.
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Readers!!

Am sorry for the late update.

And I didn't proof read this.

I hope you enjoy it.


CHAPTER 40

There were multiple gunshots fired from the barrel of gun Marcus was holding, bullets was exchanged in a quick succession.

The door had already been blown up by the grenade Katrina fixed to it, which lighted some furniture and consumables materials nearby with fire, smoke slowly danced in a seductive manner as it encourage more consumables to come in contact with it.

The grenade explosion claimed two lives of the RRS team, remaining three men excluding the DPO who was holding the fort, making it hard for Marcus and Katrina to go through.

Frantically, bullets were flying like a knockout, to and fro, to and fro, it went. Katrina quickly reloaded her gun while Marcus was still catapulting the bullets to the police.

The couch was unrecognizable as bullets pierced it without mercy making it bleed foams of blood.

The entire room had been turned upside down, as different bullets pierced the walls, damaging the television, the tables and chairs.

The sound of the bullets were deafening, it could make a normal person go deaf.

Suddenly, the shootings ceased, it was as if a spirit of peace passed. A ceasefire was held whether without knowing if it is permanently or temporarily.

Peace reigned as both parties was waiting, Marcus and Katrina was panting as he ached for more breath as if they were contained in a breathless container.

The DPO with one other RRS man quickly went forward while another RRS man provided cover for them.

They dragged the dead bodies of the two RRS team like a soldier in a warzone, making sure that their brother-in-arms doesn’t die on the enemy soil.

The two bodies were incomplete, as one leg was missing from one, while one hand was missing from the other.

The bodies reek of the smell of fire as if it was touched with fire or casted into the lake of fire, burnt beyond recognition; their faces had turned pinkish and still dripping of blood, black and dried blood.

The smoke was gaining momentum, rising up, looking forward to the ceiling, aching for more consumables as it danced.

Katrina and Marcus had a hard time breathing as the smoke was getting leverage on them, still they fail to crumble to its threat, sucking it in, guns outstretched awaiting for the latter chapter of this scenario.

They thought they would bring down the six policemen, all at once, at a single blow with the grenade, but it didn’t, it just created a sting on their own side, making them the vulnerable entities.

The only sound that could be heard is that of the rustling fire, sparking as it chewed up more consumables to get to the top.

But a sound pierced the silence, a weary and authoritarian voice penetrated the sound of the fire, it seems to get hold of the fire in its grasp, conforming it to its own will. It was the sound of the DPO.

The DPO is exhausted out, perspiration drips from every tiny hole in his body, soaking his uniform wet, as he spoke his words

“Hey guys, how are you holding up?” he asked in a loud tone.

He didn’t get any reply.

“It is a very horrific thing to die by fire” DPO said further “making the fire consume away the flesh you got.”

Reply didn’t come from the room, so he pressed his words further.

“The fire is mounting up, there is no other way for you guys out, my men have surrounded this house including all exit point, its impossible fellas.” He said further “Why don’t you save yourselves the pain and come out instead of dying for nothing. The person who sent you will be having a nice cup of tea or in a bathtub, enjoying the calmness of the cool water exploring his body.”

The DPO was using psychology to deal with Marcus and Katrina, trying to find a weak spot, ‘push a button’ that was what the DPO’s training supervisor had said when he was a rookie in the Nigerian Police Academy, the words seems to come alive to him today, become useful and efficient.

But he wondered what kind of people is he dealing with, sadist, fearful or just ordinary assassins.

If it was a sadist, it would be very hard to convince them to come out; sadists prefer death than to confess about its hirers, a fearful would have come out after the fire started, and not an ordinary assassin because such person would come out and asking for immunity.

The fire was now on top of the ceiling, billowing black smoke into the air, the room was filled with it, heavily induced by it.

"Check our escape route" Marcus said to Katrina at the top of his lungs.

Katrina shaked her head, stood up with gun in hand and Marcus covered her as she went.

Three minutes later, Katrina came back. She was heavily perspiring, so is Marcus, she knelt down beside him behind the couch.

"The cops has blocked it" She said with anger.

"Damn" Marcus was frustrated.

"How did they know about that route?" Marcus questioned.

Katrina shaked her head in disappointment to their current predicament.

"Let's surrender them" Katrina said.

Marcus landed a heavy slap on her face, which made her almost falling from her kneeling position.

"Are you mad?" He said further "Have you forgotten our oath of dying without being caught?"

Katrina was silent, she looked down at nothing in particular.

Marcus corked his gun and fired towards the door.

To be continued.

..........................Continuation...................................

Fifteen minutes later.

Katrina dropped her gun, as she couldn’t breathe any longer, her lungs was already filled with the smoke.

She pushed off the couch with all her energy, making the couch give a little way, she tried to crawl out of the room with watery eyes but something caught her by her leg ankle, making it difficult for her to progress any further.

She turned and saw Marcus, he was exhausted out, his gun was nowhere to be found, in an awkard manner his head was resting on the wall behind him, half asleep under the strong influence of the smoke, but he managed to shake his head to Katrina, telling her not to surrender herself.

Katrina couldn’t bare the fire although she was trained for this, but it didn’t mean she has to die in such a painful way, not now, she will fight her way away from the police.

Marcus was defiant; he rather stayed and die than to give himself up to the police.

But he wouldn’t let Katrina go and surrender herself up to the police, so he tightened his grasp on Katrina’s leg ankle with all his strength.

Almost passing out, Katrina used her other leg to jab the face of Marcus, making red liquids to rupture out of Marcus’ head.

Marcus was like a terrible nightmare as he held on to the leg of Katrina tightly like a demonic spirit in a human flesh, not giving in to the wound on his head.

Katrina tried to shout out for help but her voice was lost, even the little she uttered was being swallowed up by the rustling of the fire.

Katrina over exhausted thought this is the end of it all, the killers become the prey and was being executed in the most painful way.

Her mother was a reverend sister back home in Italy, she fell in love with a black, young and vibrant reverend, even though the tradition of the catholic church made it a abomination for a reverend or reverend sister to have sexual intercourse with anybody, so as to not to let this happen the catholic church made every worker of the church to sown under celibacy.

Her mother had to travel to a faraway land to give birth to her. Left alone. Abandoned to the orphanage home that was build beside a water-mashed area.

She turned and went back to her service to the Catholic Church, without anyone knowing she had put to bed.

Not having a caring mother or father, but only attended to by the orphanage workers.

The children in the orphanage homes were dressed in rags so that more money can be given to the orphanage home whenever a visitor comes to see the children.

Visitors always donate large sums of money, but the orphanage home will siphon the money for its selfish interest.

They feed the children poorly, smacking them whenever the older ones complain of being tired to a certain food.

They were all thin, while the orphanage home workers drank and eat merrily. Katrina was offered up for adoption at the age of seven, or rather sold out for adoption, she was brownie and bony as if she doesn't eat at all when the a couple came to take her to her new abode.

‘Stand up Katrina’ ‘Stand up Katrina you will be late’ ‘Yes you can make it, go’ a voice said her in her inner mind, urging her to gather strength.

So Katrina jab her left foot again but this time into the stomach area where the doctor had operated on Marcus.

It was like Susan stabbed Marcus again as an imperial pain surged into him, reopening the stitched wound and remitting more blood than before.

A headache ranged a bell in Marcus' head, making him loose his grip off Katrina’s leg ankle.

In that instance, Katrina crawled like lizard that has eaten too much and was moving sluggishly due to the weight of the food in it.

The smoke blinded Katrina as she dangled left and right along the path that lead to the door, path of freedom.

The DPO was about to retreat his men from the house when he heard a sound, exhausted one that is coming from the door, he quickly told his men to check it out.

They saw a figure crawling towards them, towards the door, it was about to near it but pillars of fire was blocking the door making it had for the policemen to reach out to the figure, that was when the inevitable happened.

A part of the ceiling lost its invulnerabilities, heavily subdued by the fire, it fell down on the being crawling on the floor, and the figure shouted aaaaaah! as the fire licked its clothe with the flesh.

One of the RRS team went through the lake of fire which lead him into the room, the heavy smoke was about to knock him off, he quickly dabbed at the area fire caught on his shoulder, turning off the fire with is hand, the room was like a fog, he couldn't see very well, then he heard the tired voice again, he trace it where it was coming from.

There, on the floor, the burnt remnants of the ceiling was covering Katrina, he dragged her from it underneath.

She was already out, raising her up, he bent down in front of her facing the doorway and carried her on his back, he rushed towards the pillar of fire blocking the way out, jumping through it, he fell to the other side.

Immediately, a clothe was used to dab off the fire on them both. The RRS team turned to see maybe if they could enter the haze of fire to search the room for any other being, but it was too late, the rest of the ceiling gave up their resistance power and well down into the room, while other entities in the room helped to set the room ablaze.

The men turned, carried Katrina on their shoulders and ran towards the DPO, while the Marcus was shouting in pain as the fire licked every water, blood and flesh in him.

Horrific cries was coming from the fire that was eating up the room, and the RRS team heard it as they retreated downstairs.

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Nice one,aside a few grammatical errors,its flawless. Wish to b like u

U r indeed a good writer kip it up

Nice one bro, good work by the DPO... Hopefully they will make her talk before general A gets to her

Hello guys,

There will be a delay in the updates because I will not be online till Wednesday next week 28th December 2016.

Thanks for your supports and criticisms.

See you next Wednesday 28th of December, 2016.

The Sinister Defence will commence with mind blowing twists.

Did Chief Frederick really gave something out that will unveil the truth?

Who did Gen. Audu meet in the Cathedral?

Why did Gen. Audu hire a bomb engineer in a matter of fact?

All will be revealed and made bare.

Signed.

Whizzdom

Whizzdom:

Hello guys,

There will be a delay in the updates because I will not be online till Wednesday next week 28th December 2016.

Thanks for your supports and criticisms.

See you next Wednesday 28th of December, 2015.

The Sinister Defence will commence with mind blowing twists.

Did Chief Frederick really gave something out that will unveil the truth?

Who did Gen. Audu meet in the Cathedral?

Why did Gen. Audu hire a bomb engineer in a matter of fact?

All will be revealed and made bare.

Signed.

Whizzdom

take ur time bro we will be right here wen u come back

Chai! Wetin be dis? D only story wit regular updates...mbanu_u must come online or I continue d story...u 'cant fit' spoil my xmas.
Anyway , keep d gud work bro.

Sorry for coming late sire.I just saw d mention. Thanks for d iinvite. Ride on bro,I'm following bumper to bumper.
Pls note dat dat I'm a silent reader o.lol
But I might my comments once in a whiile but I usually drop lengthy comments so I prefer 2 finish a story before making my overall review.Hope u understand?
Keep up d good work.

Sorry for coming late sire.I just saw d mention. Thanks for d iinvite. Ride on bro,I'm following bumper to bumper.
Pls note dat I'm a silent reader o.lol
But I might make my comments once in a whiile but I usually drop lengthy comments so I prefer 2 finish a story before making my overall review.Hope u understand?
Keep up d good work.

Am back guys.

Compliment of the Season.

A Prosperous New Year Ahead.


CHAPTER 41

Standing in front of a shelf where awards were orderly arranged in a chronological order, Mr. Jude Peters’ awards, they were in different shapes and designs, his merits and achievements in the society from the telecommunication industry to political arena.

Scorpion stood there with sarcasm on his face, he was filled with disdain for Mr. Jude Peters as if it was a dire thing to be given an award, odium filled his inner sanctuary or is it jealousy or envy, 'the man feels fulfilled with all this?' He said to himself.

Ray of sunlight coming from the outer world shines bright through the window that was at the left end, but Scorpion ignored it as he always ignored his dad when he was alive.

His mother was, from what he was being told when he was growing up is that his mother is dead, had gone to a place where there will no longer be sufferings or pain.

But he knew, Scorpion knew that the story they fed him with when he was a youngster was fictitious, a pure conjured and cooked-up story made by his father, his mother ran away with another man, a wealthy man from what he heard by eavesdropping on his father’s conversation with one of their relatives on one hot afternoon at the age of seven.

From that day on, he lost complete trust in his father and hated his mother for the abandonment, for not staying for him.

His father was an illiterate mechanic, but with his illiteracy, Scorpion’s father always urge him to read ‘Segun, read your books and be great’ Scorpion hated it, he hated that old man’s voice beseeching him to face his studies. Isn’t he wealthy enough now? Where is the old man now? He is lying in his damn coffin.

This is how it started, when Scorpion was bearing Segun as at the age of seventeen, he boycotted school on one cloudy day, the school authorities phoned Segun’s dad and reported Segun’s bad acts in the school and also how he left the school grounds by jumping off the fence with some other boys.

His father pleaded on his behalf because the school authority has made their decision to expel Segun from the school, he promised them that Segun will turn a good new leaf.

Deserting a vehicle which a client said he will come and pick up after Segun’s dad as repaired it in two hours’ time.

Still in his engine oil stained overall working uniform, the uniform had black spots as attachment on it, making it hard to tell which colour the uniform is when it was bought.

Segun’s father knows where Segun is, he knew his child, tiny globs of tears fell down from his eyes, he quickly cleaned it, so that people passing him by and overtaking him on his pace won’t ask the reason he was crying, cleaning it off with the half dirty white handkerchief he had with him, his hands was also dirty which added more filth to the white handkerchief.

He flagged down a tricycle which was already carrying three passengers at the back remaining one empty seat beside the driver, he quickly hopped in, telling the driver his destination and the driver made an understanding slight nod and drove on.

Fifteen minutes later, Segun’s dad alighted from the tricycle, shuffling quickly into his trouser pocket; he brought out different Nigerian currency and hand-picked a fifty naira nigerian note and handed it over to the driver as his transport fare.

One of the passengers, a male, was staring at the remnants of money Segun’s dad brought out with the fifty naira note, as his eyes came in contact with that of Segun’s dad eyes, he quickly turned his face to another direction.

The tricycle driver deposited the money Segun’s dad gave him into the container that has a black covering that was fixed at his right hand side beside the steering and moved on.

Some children were playing with motorcycle tyres, about five of them, each one had his own tyre, they used a chubby stick to hit the tyres as it rolled and galloped along the bumpy rough surface, and they runned after it in a race for the winner.

Segun’s dad jerked left beside a building undergoing construction, as some labourers filled their pans with mixed cement with the aid of two labourers packing the cement in his shovel, in spoonful and transferring it in the pans of the labourers.

Tethered, dirty, ragged and awkward clothes covered the nudity of the labourers as they carried the pans on their heads, with the support of an already rolled, clothe in a round form, was placed on their head as the pan seated comfortably, which protected their heads from the blunt roughness underneath of the pan.

Some other labourers’ rolled clothes fell down from their heads as they wanted to carry the heavy pan filled with cement on their own, quickly their co-labourers came to their aid and helped them lift up the pans to their head.

Here you see minors, old men and women, young and vibrant adults carrying the pan on their heads and mounting up on a wooden stairs constructed by carpenters, inorder to make the labourers deliver cement to the needed area of the ongoing building.

He went straight and cut right when he reached a demised land, nothing has been built upon it, it was left bare with weeds covering the land.

Now, he was in front of a building, an uncompleted building that has only the carcass block structure, no windows, and no signs of labourers or contractors there.

Since it wasn’t fenced by anything, it was easy for him to gain access into the building, he entered through the front, and he came in contact with a cock and a hen, the cock was flirting with the hen, as it shows off his left colourful feather to the hen, dancing as he raised only his left leg, up and down, in quick succession.

The hen tried to shift off its weight off the ground, tried to play-to-get, but the cock was fast enough to climb on the hen and pinning the hen to the ground, pulling up the hen’s head up with its strong yellow beak.

To be continued.

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Animal mating is below the lease of Segun’s father’s worries. Sunshine shines its light as if the current light was not enough to see where you are going, it was a scorching light.

Small grass grew up on the land as he walked; the building looked like a maze, he looked around the building in a searching way.

One of his neighbours told him that Segun used to come to this locality, to this exact building to do something, but he didn’t know what it was.

He thought his neighbour was lying to him, since nobody minds his or her business in his compound.

Too many gossipers filled his compound, both male and female. You can’t do anything secretly outside, or in the night, you can’t secretly smuggle something or provisions into your room, someone will surely see you and rat you out in the morning in an adroit manner.

As Segun’s father was about to take a sharp turn, that was when he heard it, first he thought his ears were deceiving him, but they were not.

He took the sharp turn which lead him in contact with a group of school boys throwing and betting on a dice, money in their hands, their school uniforms were unbuttoned, which revealed their dirty white singlet, one of them wore a black singlet which had a small whole at the chest part.

There were six of them, mentally and physically engaged in their betting as they bent, throwing the dice, marijuana was tucked between the lips of each of them, as they dragged hard from it, puffing it upward, white smokes came out of their nostrils steadily like that of a car’s exhaust pipe.

Different bottles of alcoholic drinks graced the floor beside them, this is not the first time they will drink an alcohol because there were empty bottles gathered together at one corner at the left angle.

They didn’t look up to see Segun’s father as he stood still by a pillar of block, arms folded in awe.

Then, that was when he saw Segun, he was holding different Nigerian currency in hand, a happy smiled filled his face as it was his turn to throw the dice.

That was when he glanced up and saw his father, he was startled, the other boys followed Segun’s gaze to where he was looking, then they saw Segun’s father too.

But the astonishing part was that, the boys didn’t flinch neither did they move a muscle of fear or shock.

They jokingly said ‘did your dad come here to smoke pipe with us?’ and all laughed except Segun, who didn’t know that to do.

He couldn’t express his feeling, what he was feeling was beyond him, it was like his hatred trumped up when he saw his father looking at him as if he was embarrassed, nauseated in his current state.

He doesn’t know what it meant to be embarrassed, to be lied to. The other boys told Segun to go and attend to his father and let them continue with their betting.

One of the boys removed the marijuana tucked between his lips, bringing them out, he outstretched it towards Segun’s father, that he should take and feel the power of imperial smoke, a hallowed marijuana.

Segun’s father looked as if he has been struck by a lighting, he just repeated the words ‘Segun, Segun, Segun’ in a low tone mumbled this.

He placed his right finger standing to the shortest finger in the hand to his lower lip, regretting, he hadn’t train up his child properly.

That day went by, but on one rainy night, Segun’s father came home after getting drunk to the fullest a bar, 20 miles from his home, he was dripping wet, turning the door handle, he stepped in to a b,ightly lit room.

Closing the door behind him, waters liquidating down from his heavy wet clothe fell down on the red rug below.

He used the back of his right hand to wipe off the waters away from his face, two red couches faced each other, the couch were Italian made, which has a design of a lotus flower mechanically sewed on it, making it look royal.

Moving towards one of the couch, he sank down on it with all his weight, making a tired sigh as he did.

The rain was getting momentum as it accelerated its droppings, striking lightless tiny rods on the ground with full force and vibrancy, which made showering noises that, was almost boisterous.

He tried to mutter something, to shout it out, to call out the name of Segun, to know if he was at home at the moment, but he kept it to himself, concealing it.

He started to dislike him, his son; he is causing him havoc that will send him to his death early.

Because of him, he started visiting herbalists, seeing pastors for counseling and prayers, from one to the other because one of his relatives said he should take this route, still it yields nothing, nothing changed after so many ritual, praying and fasting, Segun remained the same.

He tried to use parental discipline on him, flog and punish him, but it resulted to Segun holding his cane when he wanted to flog him, then pushing him with the cane aside like a piece of trash.

He is fed up to the extent of getting himself drunk this night. A standing fan standing at the far left angle blew windy air with the aid of the coolness of the current rain, the fan blew cool breeze on him, drying off the water on his face, making him sleepy.

The portion he was seating on the couch caught water and was wet as if a baby had bed wetted on it.

He was being dragged away as he closed his eyes into a sleepy state, but a sound jolted him back to the present, knocking him back from unconsciousness.

He shifted his weight on the couch as he sat down properly; he diverted all his attentiveness to his left ear, trying to catch that sound again.

After a minute, the sound came again; it was coming from his very flat, from his bedroom. It was a moan, a feminine voice, he grabbed the couch’s chubby handle by his left as a effort to stand up.

Tiny droplets of colourless liquid fell down from his clothe, but this time, it wasn’t much as before when he coming from the bar, it seems the couch as drank a large quantity of the water on him.

He staggered as he walks towards his bedroom; he nearly fell down as he journeyed on a straight path, he bypassed the dining table, walking unsteadily, when he was about to get to his bedroom, he thew up, vomiting a mixed mashed combination of the alcohol drinks he took and particles of jollof rice he ate in the morning.

To be continued.