Quietly waiting 4 D9ty7 to update.

tenajtek:
Hey! Onemansquad! Me too! 200 pages or not this story will receive Post Years even after it has ended. You heard it here first!

yes mami its tru
#seconded

Flakeey:


yes o
onemansquad. .the sharp shooter...Ooops
sorry the gun shooter

am d sharp shooter nd also d gun shooter so u can call me both

Onemansquad:

same here bro
*bt u 4gt 2 call adeh39 oga d wife oo*

i tok am say person dy miss..
Adeh39 ur recognise

My friend take ur time, before u call me chicken with parrot feathers

Lilyomi:

Naa.... I heard my name. Any problem?

Lemme DERAIL this thread so it will make 200+

Onemansquad:
Woow woow woow so our 5months old story is finally cumin 2 an end *jst fil lyk it shuld continue* bt it cant "evrytin dat has begining has an end"

d9ty7 ur humble fans are waitin 4 u
Cc;
adeh39
adewealth027
stuff46
bluestarry
handie
lilyomi
skimpledawg
fatalveli
uthman51
flakeey
ogbarmey
tecno4life
bdabuwa
emmykul4love
labaski
tharuthlxx7
flakkydagirl

;DLemme DERAIL this thread so it will make 200+

Onemansquad:
Woow woow woow so our 5months old story is finally cumin 2 an end *jst fil lyk it shuld continue* bt it cant "evrytin dat has begining has an end"

d9ty7 ur humble fans are waitin 4 u
Cc;
adeh3.9
adewe.alth027
stuff4.6
bluest.arry
handi.e
lilyom.i
skimple.dawg
fatalvel.i
uthma.n51
flakee.y
ogbarme.y
tecno4li.fe
bdabuw.a
emmyk.ul4love
labask.i
tharuthlx.x7
flakkyda.girl

Woow woow woow so our 5months old story is finally cumin 2 an end *jst fil lyk it shuld continue* bt it cant "evrytin dat has begining has an end"

d9ty7 ur humble fans are waitin 4 u
Cc;
adeh39
adewealth027
stuff46
bluestarry
handie
lilyomi
skimpledawg
fatalveli
uthman51
flakeey
ogbarmey
tecno4life
bdabuwa
emmykul4love
labaski
tharuthlxx7
flakkydagirl

I no see my name 4dis list.... I feel marginalised

operation 200 pages. Lets go there!

--continuation--
"There is a bomb in the building, get off there fast." Ngozi screamed her lungs out but Clement couldn't hear her.
The more she tried to make him understand her message, the more it turned as if she wasn't saying anything meaningful at all. All hell was let loose when Clement decided to return into the building so he can join them outside and just then the helicopter came hovering over his head, a few steps overheard, but still at arms length.
"Inspector Clement sir, there is bomb implanted in the building and...."
And just as if he had been waiting for the helicopter or the message relayed to him, he flung himself forward and held unto the base of the chopper which hurtled away as fast as possible from the building.
But, in ten seconds a Jet will cover a certain distance double of what an aeroplane would cover in the space of ten seconds which is double of what a helicopter will cover. A naval officer while describing a chopper described it as a noise generating aircraft. Even if the chopper can't move as fast the aeroplane or the Jet, it could generate a noise that even if an external speaker was attached to the other two aircrafts, it doesn't make any difference.
Just when the chopper left the building top and was hurrying to land somewhere outside the compound, the bomb went off, the four storeyed building collapsed, the noise generated as a result of the blast overcame the noise emeanting from the chopper. If it were to be a single blast, the outcome wouldn't be as bad as this, but a blast in each floor just showed how much desperate these terrorists were.
Clement as a result of the noise lost his balance, his hand slipped from the hanging he held on to, and from quite a distance, he came crashing to the ground like an unactivated missile which was released but ended up landing on the ground like a stone.
"Uh!" Everyone murmmured.
The journalist outside the building has been barred from moving anywhere near the police because their desperation to get stories written on the issue beclouded their reasoning. Regardless of the fact that Ngozi, the only lady in the police team explained to them that there was still an officer inside the building and a bomb threatens to go off in minutes, the journalist still did like it is not important, they still pressed on and Ngozi who was the only officer that gave them listening ears or decided to answer their questions went bersek as she ordered them to move backwards and towards the entry into the forest. But even if they had been embarrassed, the little they were opportuned to cover was enough to make them rich. Not in the history of a country like Nigeria had anybody recorded a live bomblast, how it went of and the build up to it, the commonest thing is just the aftermath of the blast, but in this scenario, about fifteen journalists, both freelance and the contracted ones were able to cover the blast, just the way it went off.
"Clement." Ngozi had already broken free and was running in particularly no direction, even though she knew Clement dropped to the ground somewhere beside the building.
The other members of the police force were racing after her, even the injured ones felt no pain that moment, all they felt was Clement's pain. They didn't care about their own present state, the care about Clement's survival.
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Kelvin finished changing his clothes and crouched to the entrance of the pipe where he could see the police running up and down, he had heard a blast and he knew from where it had come from, but the reason why the police were showing their talents in athletics is best known to them.
He returned into the pipe and faced Mike with his gun pointed at him.
Mike struggled even with the ropes still tied around his body and the tape still draped tightly over his mouth, he was still pleading with his mind even though Kelvin could not hear.
"I'll kill you, but at the same time I will not. But I will drop you somewhere conspicous where your colleagues would be able to find you.
Kelvin thought about his chances, he knew he is unstoppable, he has always been unstoppable, therefore, if he had single-handedly brought down Khal corp, then this shouldn't be a difficult task.
He released a quick and silent shot on Mike chest and after three seconds, he dragged him out of the pipe and place him just at the entrance in such a way that only a careful observer would see him.
"You are under arrest." A familiar female voice said from behind as he made to leave the scene back into the pipe where he would crouch to the other exit that leads to the other side of the forest.
Kelvin considered his chances, if he could just turn back swiftly and take out Ngozi, he would be free. And as if reading his mind, Ngozi released a loud and defeaning shot to his right leg and that was it, his gun fell off and he lost balance.

--to be continued--

--continuation--
Activities were burstling around the police headquarters as police officers celebrated their victory over terrorism. The months of struggle is finally over, same with the months of security unrest.
The state governor, the acting president, the minister of Defence, the Director General of every security angencies, well meaning Nigerians had called the Lagos state police command to congratulate them for their success in the last one hour and Ngozi who could well be placed as the only officer who didn't suffer much injury except a headache which she felt at the end of everything, but in terms of internal injury, she suffered the most, she was the only one who was thrown off a staircase as a result of an electric shock which surge through her body, even though she told no one about it, not even the medical teams. She just didn't want to visit the hospital and her wish came to fruition. She was presently overseeing the affairs in the headquarter and in the last one hour, she had spoke with people whom she never thought she would see from a distance, not to talk of speaking to them and introducing herself to them. And the part which got her giggling was when she introduced herself to the President.
"Detective Ngozi! I heard about your heroic deeds. I must say congratulations and you are beautiful too."
And all her life, she had never seen things done this way and even if there is a major even in a country that required congratulating the country as a whole, the president of such country is the ideal recipient of such calls. Even though Ngozi didn't recieve calls from other world leaders which was what said it all that world leaders will call the president who must have spoken to those involved in the events.
Sylvester walked into the office which shared by about six officers out of which two were dead now.
"Hey." Ngozi said immediately Sylvester sat on Mike's table.
"Whatsup?"
"Nothing much, so many calls." She replied.
Sylvester only smiled in return and started checking books on Mike's table as if he lost something.
"So, how is Clement?" Ngozi asked since she knew that Sylvester has also been in the hospital with the others.
"He'll be fine, I think he broke a few bones, but they'll mend it." He replied.
The reply was not convincing enough, but she couldn't press any further.
"Chances of Mike making it?" She asked when she realised that she is on the verge of loosing another colleague.
"Um, well, we don't know for now. We just hope he makes it." Sylvester replied.
A minute later, Sylvester was up and was heading to the door.
"Ngozi, I love you." He said.
Ngozi was not only suprised but scared at the same time. The reason she couldn't explain.
And before she knew it, he was moving towards her table. Her mouth had ran dry, she couldn't tall him to back off, she didn't want to kiss him, she didn't know the exact thing that was going on.
The next second, he was holding her hands and slowly, he brought down his face on hers and his lips enveloped hers.
After what seemed like hours, she was loosing her breathe and she wanted to push him away when the door opened and Tobiloba stood at the door with an expressionless face.
"Oh my God!" Ngozi exclaimed pushing Sylvester away angrily, as tears welled up in her eyes.
"Mr Sylvester right?" He asked calmly.
"Yes." Sylvester replied.
"Congratulations on the recent success." He said shaking hands with Sylvester.
"And if you'll please excuse us."
"Sure." Sylvester replied and walked out.
When he had shut the door, Tobiloba looked at Ngozi from head to toe, as if trying to see something strange.
"Hi." She greeted.
"Can I sit?" He asked.
"Sure." She replied.
After a minute of silence, Tobiloba broke the silence.
"You know, I have tried to get accross to Clement after I helped him call the nigerian Navy, and I have been to the hospital, I was denied entry." He began.
Ngozi was suprised at what he was saying.
"What Nigerian Navy?" She asked.
"He asked me to call them. He explained his predicament to me about being hooled up inside his Dad's residence with so many security outside. So I had to call the School of aviation where they sent the naval officers the address and they went to rescue him." He explained.
Ngozi was proud, even the police who handled the gun in fighting terrorism didn't do as much as the young man before her who pulled strings from his room.
After about thirty minutes of discussion and recounting her ordeals, Tobiloba announce his departure.
Ngozi wanted to apologize about the scene he met when he entered the office thirty five minutes ago.
"Ngozi, I can no longer continue with this relationship of ours." He announced before walking out.
Three weeks to their wedding?

--to be continued--

--continuation--
Ngozi was seated with Sylvester standing beside Clement's bed inside the hospital ward.
"How are you feeling now?" She asked.
Clement smiled, his body was draped in bandages all over, the neck, his legs, his hands and even around his waist, while the doctors said he would be fine as every wound and dislocated body parts would heal within a matter of weeks, major concern was his spinal cord which the doctors couldn't place the exact thing that was wrong with it. According to the tests carried out on him, it was revealed that his spinal cord was still intact, unharmed, unaffected, but lifeless, they claimed blood isn't flowing through it as it ought to, and the effect of that could be temporary or permanent paralysis.
According to the doctors, they said he needed to be flown abroad for further treatment on his back region, but the likelyhood of he using his legs is quite slim. While he could stand on his legs for twenty minutes, he couldn't just take two quick steps which automatically ruled out walking in the list of natural things he could do.
"I am getting much better." He replied glancing at Sylvester who beamed at him.
"What did the doctors say? I mean, is there anything new?" She asked.
Clement went silent for a while, his mind drifting into very serious thoughts. He could't have imagined himself in a situation like this in his life, even as a kid, no one houvered over him looking after his health or whatever, but now as an adult, everyone is pitying him.
"I was suprised to see Tobiloba yesterday. You know, he actually did a lot for me when I was fighting off dad's security details." He began expertly changing the topic.
"But I thought you two would be coming together, you know, since yesterday was sunday."
While everyone is trying to play a game that favours him/her, Clement wanted changed the topic from the one that hurts his heart, but unknown to him, he ended up bringing up a topic that also hurts Ngozi's heart.
"We are off." She replied with a sad smile.
"You are joking right?"
"Not at all. Its all for the best." She said, the sad smile still on her face.
"What kind of best is that?..."
"Shhhhhh. We'll talk about it later. What will you like to have? Tea? Or something edible?" She said.
Just then the door into the office opened and Clement's doctor who over the months had become his friend. The first time they met, he was the one who treated his gunshot wound, he once again treated Ngozi's wound, she treated late Tolani(Dolapo's friend) and also Dolapo, when she passed out as a result of shock.
"Mr Clement, a certian Kelvin claims he wants to see you, can I let him in?" Doctor Kolade asked.
Clement exchanged looks with Ngozi and Sylvester probably asking for what to say.
"Sure." Ngozi replied.
And a minute later, five policemen led Kelvin who was cuffed both in the arm and legs into the ward.
"Hey, strong chap." He greeted stodding off towards the bed while the police officers ran after him.
"Leave him, he can't do anything." Clement said and the policemen retreated.
"I thought you had died, I learnt you dropped from heaven. How was the dive?" Kelvin asked.
"I bet you don't want to know how it was. You'll soon be embarking on a journey to heaven." Clement replied and closed his eyes. The thought of his only brother loosing his life is disturbing.
"You know its impossible, dad will pull strings, I'll be out before you know it." He bragged.
"Only a free man can save you. Dad is in custody." Clement replied.
Everyone in the room kept quiet, they allowed the two brothers to talk because anyone trying to interfere will only make things worse on Clement's part. Psycologically, he is unstable. The thoughts of his father and brother going to prison or being sentenced to death is disturbing.
Kelvin opened his mouth but no word came out. He wanted to scream, or even hit someone, but he couldn't, he was dumb that moment as his eyes travelled round the room.
"Ah ah! I will die afterall, but I achieved quite a lot of things. I killed my brother's wife, I fvcked the sexy officer sitting by my right, I killed many policemen, I worked with many policemen." He said proudly.
Ngozi shifted uncomfortably on her chair.
"I am prepared to die. Provided he would go with me." He said pointing to Sylvester.
"Get him out of here, he is loosing his mind." Sylvester said nervously.
"He is a mole, we worked together for quite a long time. He sold the police force out." Kelvin said and at once he walked to the exit as if under control.
Sylvester trembled as he moved backwards until his back was touching the wall.
"I think I will just leave." He stammered.
"Most definitely, but first..." Ngozi replied removing the ever present pair of cuffs attached to the belt hole of her jean trouser.

--to be continued--

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EPILOGUE
Since Sylvester has been arrested and detained a week ago, there had been calls from the Canadian government calling for his deportation so he can face trial in his home country or better still put as his adopted country. He was a Nigerian born of Nigerian parents, but was born and brought up in Canada which automatically qualifies him as a card carrying member and the citizen of the country. The Canadian authority where Sylvester worked as a FBI before a treaty was signed between the two nations that allowed experts between FBI-Nigeria and FBI-Canada to move freely between the two countries to share ideas. And naturally, Sylvester decided to visit Nigeria during his holidays and a day before his scheduled return, the Nigerian authority called on the Canadian security council to extend his holidays to enable him work with the Nigeria police in their fight against terrorism.
The Nigeria's defence minister had already succumbed to the call and he gave the orders that Sylvester be released, but the powers that be, the highly rated officers in the force like detective Ngozi now turned Inspector Ngozi whom after her triumph at bringing down Danger-kelv cited some rules in the constitution which qualifies Sylvester as a citizen of Nigeria and therefore, she refused to grant the request of the government. This prompted the Canadian authority to charge Nigeria to the international court of Justice and as a result of this issue, all diplomatic relationship between the two countries were broken, Nigerians living in Canada were deported and vice versa, after which any Nigerian airline are not allowed to touchdown in any Canadian airport and vice versa. This infuriated the minister who called for the immediate dismissal of Ngozi from the force, but the quick intervention from the President ordered that Ngozi be reinstated, but the young lady hounourably tendered her resignation letter and the ICJ confirmed that the same right that Canada has over Sylvester is equal to that of Nigeria. And since he committed the offence in Nigeria as a Nigerian, he deserved to be tried on Nigerian soil, but the Nigerian government may decide to let him go to Canada and serve his jail term, that's between the two countries.
And Sylvester would be tried before a High court in Lagos the following day.
Even though, he was allowed to enjoy some privilledges which he ought not to, the first was that, he was locked the same way he was arrested, nothing was collected from him except his belt, he was allowed to keep everything else except his mobile phone. He was placed in a cell that some hardened criminals will regard as home away from home.
The white box given to him by Becky was still in his pocket and now, he was going to rip it open and nothing will happen, afterall, no one is interested in what it represents.
He waited for a while and when a young coporal came around to serve him his food, Sylvester requested for a knife which after hesitation was given to him.
The officer stood at a distance watching him place the knife somewhere in the middle of the box and with the right amound of pressure exerted, it ripped open and as if it has been compressed, a whitish substance flew out like dust and inhaling the substance, was enough reason for him to start coughing after which in two minutes he was bleeding from the nose and before medical help could arrive, he was dead already, same with the officer who gave him the knife.
The aftermath of that event was unknown except that the Canadian authorities sent a private aircraft to Nigeria which was used to transport Sylvester's corpse, with two delegates from the ministry of defence joined with the Nigerian ambassador to Canada graced his burial.
****

--*--
Ngozi pushed Clement's wheelchair into the departures lounge at the Murtala international airport, Ikeja, Lagos a few days after everybody who were part of the struggle against terrorism were decorated and had titles conferred on them, by both local and international instituation. The nobel peace prize was given to Inspector Clement as he was also given a special send off party after his voluntary retirement from the force and Ngozi, and Sergeant Mike were both given the nobel peace prize too, but the second order after they had both left the force based on medical and personal issues. Its over a month now that Mike has been flown to philadelphia to undergo a surgery in his heart the bill footed by the Nigerian government, while Clement was also on his way to the United states of America alongside his mother to join up with Dolapo and his daughter, Amanda.
Mrs Alice Obi Patrick was a few steps ahead of them, because, the thought of travelling to America was causing goose pimple on her face, he other son Kelvin was sentenced to fifteen years inprisonment in the United states after the world domineering country helped Nigeria discharge its Judicial duty. She just hoped she won't set her eyes on Kelvin for the rest of her life because such a son was not even qualified to be a prodigal son, by the time he was released, he would have been indoctrinated into the US army.
While Mrs Alice was sitting down in the air conditioned hall where other travellers were, Clement was sitting on his wheel chair which Ngozi bending down beside him.
"I'll sure miss you." She said as tears ran down her cheeks.
"Same here." He replied trying to conceal his sadness with a smile which he was doing a bad job at.
And with the event of the past month where Ngozi professed her love for Clement and her desire to settle down with him, Clement clearly made her understand that, even if they got married, they won't be able to have any more kids which Ngozi claimed that since they had Amanda, she is satisfied, even if she is not the bilogical mother.
"And I will always remember you as the best friend and the only person who took me through a lot and taught me so many things." She stammered.
"I love you." She said and moved her face towards his.
"I love you too." They locked lips and several other travellers were clapping and taking pictures.
Just then their flight was announced.
"Victoria will be out in five months, please do me a favour of picking her up from the prison and making her feel settled down. I will make someone process her travelling papers so she can move over to the US." He explained.
"And please, Ngo, remain strong. You have a very bright future, don't be distracted, the right man will come." This time, he couldn't help it as he bursted into tears.
Mrs Alice seeing that they are causing a scene quickly intervened.
"My dear, thank you very much, I will forever be grateful for all you did for us. And please, do everything he asked you to. Try and pick Victoria up when she gets out. Its nice meeting you." She said hugging a weeping Ngozi.
She gave Clement one last kiss on the lips for the last time before she turned back to leave. After covering a little distance, she turned back.
"My regards to Dolapo and little Amanda."
Ten minutes later, the American bound Arik airline took off from the shores of Nigeria and Clement had every reason to look forward to seeing his daughter and his return to the country where he was trained extensively to become a policeman which landed him in his current health state. There is no point crying over spilt milk, afterall HE LOVED HIS JOB.

~THE END

awwww, first to comment. *Dancing shoki

d9ty7 , you're the bomb, I enjoyed every bit of the story, thank you for this lovely piece

Wow!great story..most people in the NPF have sacrificed greatly to this country and never appreciated.

Kudos D9ty7

Great work d9ty7.Well done.

There is no point crying over spilt milk, afterall HE LOVED HIS JOB.

wow I'll like to love my job just like this o

Kelvin bin inducted into the USA army might spell doom for them o because he might strategize, pull out and form another terrorist organization

wow d9ty7 u did so great a nice job pulling this through o I must confess... I know it wasn't easy but ur determination saw this through... may u live long to enjoy the fruits of all ur labor

[b]Just like my mum would say, the only thing that has no end is that thing that is yet to start and today I understood the meaning of that short quote. God bless you mum for asking God to give you a boy who can play football, play tennis, talk actively in politics, both home and foreign, the serious minded boy and above all, the boy who writes.
When I started this story on the 19th of April and I finished the writing in the 16th of June all thanks to my laziness, I told Emzypaz I would like to share this story on Nairaland and he was like "don't spoil your reputation as one of the writers who always complete their stories."
I went ahead and started posting the story and for the first time in over a year that I started posting on Nairaland, there was no day or minute that I felt discouraged all thanks to the readers.
I will say a quick shoutout to some readers here and please, please and please, if I didn't mention your name, just know that I am human and I can't possibly remember the over 100guys whom I met all thanks to this story.
Kingphilip- A long time Nairaland friend. We go meet one day, abi no be so?
Lilyomi- A very good friend I guess. We met here on this thread, met once again in the whatsapp group created and today, she is one of my very few friends.
Tenajtek- I will personally expose you here. I can no longer keep this secret. She personally sponsored this story by giving me a substantial amount of money(recharge card worth) and I was able to subscribe for two straight months. Thank you very much Ma.
Vibra- I don't know what to say. You are just the best, phone calls, messages, chats, she is just wonderful.
Tecno4life- This guy sabi talk. I pray he won't be beaten one day cos of that. You are just wonderful.
Onemansquad, Bluestarry, Stuff46, Bdabuwa: They make use laugh in our whatsapp group. Did I tell you they are thugs? With the exception of Bdabuwa. They all have guns and catapult.
Profsomebody, Crownfullhouse, Hamzatseyi, kolynz, Ajaxtea, Digriz, Vickchi, Rantex1, Alabig, Shebarh, Loabb22, donphill, Bossricky, Zimoni, tfabu, Rounakid, Okalo, omololamide- I love you guys.
Adeh39 and Adeola-Adewealth027: My Whatsapp and nairaland sweethearts respectively. I am very lucky, two Ades.
Flakeey- Confirmed analyst, she will always talk about every major characters in every comment of hers.
Mariamferanmi- You know na. One of the best, both Nairaland and whatsapp same with Shankies215.
Florjay, Temmyluv20, Tuprety- You guys are just wonderful.
Emmabest2000- A critic who doesn't want favouritism. He wants every character to be treated equally. Bros, I must confess, mesef I love some characters jare.
Kocvalour- At one point I felt like arresting this guy or sending Danger-kelv to him. He criticises me like I am a James Hadley Chase. He would say it point blank, this shouldn't be and I will be like "this one pass my brain o." But all thanks to you, I have become a better writer, don't mind those fim tricks.
Labaski- At some point, she felt like I had forgotten her, but she is still on my mind like one of our very amiable super-moderators, 'mynd.' Thank you ma.
Toykathy- She made me take a decision which till today I am still very grateful for. The decision actually made me understand some things, I was able to rub shoulders with the best writers around here. She made me join the 2014 Nairaland writers collaboration.
I really wanted to mention you all, but hey I am not a computer, but be rest assured that I will go over every page and mention you all before the end of the week.
Codedbaby and MhizEnkay- They both thought my not replying their comments was intentional, but its not really my fault. Too much comments. You guys are wonderful.
Meeting you guys was the best thing that happened to me online in 2014 and even January 2015. Don't forget that while we were together, I won the best writer for the month of september, #5,000 cash prize. I won the regular updater of the month in November and December, recharge card prize, but while we were together, All in a circle was voted as the 3rd best story, crime and Actions in 2014. You no try o. While we were together, I was voted the LITERATURE- person of the year 2014, OBAGO!
So many things happened while we were together and I am glad that I met you all.
Worthy mentions; LarrySun, Divepen, AudreyTimms, Chistar01, TemitopeDaniel, Kingzpen, Flakkydagirl, Dyoungstar and others.
The writers who broke into the scene late in 2014, Thronekid, Touchmeder, Kinwayne, Fembleez1(Nairaland Grammarian), Touchmeder and a few others, please make the year 2015 a great one, I just wanna read all through.
Am I mad? I forgot to mention Fatalveli the bad guy whom I hold in high esteem.
Also, Harjibola10, he is not a reader, but he is someone who mentions d9ty7 a lot. He thinks d9ty7 is a big man who writes, but unknown to him, D9ty7 is just one small boy.
I hope we can do this some other time![/b]
Abeg no quote this post o.

Woooow 25gun salute 4 da boss
*i gv him a standing ovation* bro u ar d bomb mehn

wow, finally finally...... oga dee.....

I wanted reading dat word "END" b4 i comment.
With that being fulfilled,i cannot bt pour out praises on u,to be sincere this is one of the best if not the best crime story i have ever read,i bet it even the writer of "da vinci code" will find it difficult beating you in a writing competition.
I just wish that our government,instead of fighting for who will bring a change or not will source for talent like this and assist it reach its destination.WELLDONE DUDE......GOD BE WITH YOU!!!

I can't help it
It had ended finally

The epilogue is so touching

Thanks D9ty7 your talent is un-matched

The thread which made me to login every two hours on NL is finished.

Pls ansa my pm on WhatsApp D9ty7

I will moss this story.

PharmFonex:
I wanted reading dat word "END" b4 i comment.
With that being fulfilled,i cannot bt pour out praises on u,to be sincere this is one of the best if not the best crime story i have ever read,i bet it even the writer of "da vinci code" will find it difficult beating you in a writing competition.
I just wish that our government,instead of fighting for who will bring a change or not will source for talent like this and assist it reach its destination.WELLDONE DUDE......GOD BE WITH YOU!!!

U are a dreamer

Comparing Dan Brown to Duro D9ty7 madness

Wow,what a lovely story,may God continue to grant you more wisdom,knowledge and understanding in all you do.Thanks for the story

hmmmmmm...at long last d9ty7 God bless you for this wonderful piece.more power to your elbow

Still wiping my eyes

I don't still believe it's over

Oga D9ty7 na u sabi talk pass no be me

Lilyomi, Bluestarry, tharuthless, and co come and see oh. Story don finish

Atlast this story has ended..
But D9ty7 why i no see my name for the mention.. OooooooOoooOo am not important okwia?? Just chiale'gudi mma bia

tecno4life:
Lilyomi, Bluestarry, tharuthless, and co come and see oh. Story don finish

in God we trust.

D9ty7 u are the best!!!

I really enjoyed this story.