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#Eats popcorn as he enters through the back door

Unless you're a spirit, there's no entering here. I double locked that door

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[center]CHAPTER 45[/center]

“Please, sit” Gen. Audu said to the wire-rimmed glass man using his left hand to demonstrate to the couch he is to seat on.

Now seated and facing each other, the wire-rimmed glass man rotated his neck as he looked around the parlour, taking every detail into considerations, starting from the furniture which was not made in Nigeria but on the Italian turf, to the marble tiles beneath his shoes.

The air in the room remitted faint smell of rosa flowers that radiated the room, the smell of the sweet perfume danced on the underneath the nose of the wire-rimmed glass man.

A bodyguard popped into the room using a door painted in gold colour, which made the door looked like a calved golden rectangular tablet, the bodyguard was wearing an overall black suit as he walked briskly towards Gen. Audu, on getting to Gen. Audu, he outstretching a small silver container that he concealed to his side earlier when he entered into the room.

The bodyguard went out of the room through the route he came, leaving no trace of his being there, as if he walked in the dark. Placing the small silver container on a glass table that was positioned before Gen. Audu, he opened the silver container, Gen. Audu brought out a marijuana, neatly rolled, which was chubbier than a cigarette, even robust than a human finger.

He placed the marijuana between his smooth black lips, adding pressure to the marijuana, he reached for his pocket and brought out a lighter, a customized lighter, different from the common lighter sold in the streets of Kaduna.

Using his short chubby finger, he rolled the small grey roller designed beside the hole where fire erected out to a stand, bringing the lighter to the mouth of the marijuana and lighted it up.

The man wearing the wire-rimmed glass watched with all calmness as his employer displayed the scene as if he wasn’t there.
Gen. Audu took his first drag from the marijuana, it was as if an inspiration surged into him, sharpening his mind, filling his lungs with the sweet sensation, and then it came out of his nose like the orifice of a gun that has already released its bullet.

“You care for one?” Gen. Audu asked the wire-rimmed man as he removes the marijuana from his lips.

“No sir, thanks. Let’s go straight to business.” The wire-rimmed man replied.

“Alright.” Gen. Audu said.

“Sir Vladimir Kasparov said you are the best bomb engineer in Nigeria, I was surprise when I heard about a Nigerian, being a bomb engineer, it is so rare.” Gen. Audu said further.

“I never learned bomb engineering in Nigeria, I learnt it in Russia, Sir Vladimir Kasparov saw the potentials in me, as he always says it, that I will make him proud” he said further “I have worked for him for three years.”

“Hmm, that’s terrific, well, let me hear your proposal, am sure Sir Vladimir Kasparov has narrated what you are going to do down here.” Gen. Audu said.

“He has, and I will start the process when you send the monies for the shipment of the mechanics for the bomb and make it pass through the seaport without being checked by your customs service.” The wire-rimmed man said further “And you will also pay for my services.”

Gen. Audu returned the marijuana back to his lips, he pulled hard again from it, and the white smoke rushed out of his nose in a rush. He looked up at the ceiling painted in white, then removed the marijuana from between his lips, then pushed out the remnants of the white smoke through his mouth.

He could feel the burning fervor of the marijuana, it was as if he was having sex, he could feel it, the white smoke exploring lungs in a hot sensation.

“Don’t worry about anything, it is all being……..” Gen. Audu was cut short by a phone call.

“Excuse me” he said as used his right hand to dig into his right-hand pocket.

“Yes” Gen. Audu said into the phone.

On the other line.

“Katrina as been arrested.” The voice on the other end said in a low hush tone.

These information made Gen. Audu perplexed, as he asked “What has she said?”

“She hasn’t spilled the bean yet, but she will when the interrogator push her to the wall.” The other man replied.

“What about the other agent?” Gen. Audu asked.

“He is dead” the other voice said.

There was a pause in the line.

“Well, you know what to do.” Gen. Audu said before he hanged up the call.

Placing the phone on the glass table set before him, Gen. Audu cursed on his breath, he wondered in his mind how stupid those two agents are, for letting the Police catching them. How did the Police know their whereabouts? How? And where is that Scorpion?

“A minute, please” Gen. Audu said to the wire-rimmed man as he picked up his cell phone from the glass table.

The wire-rimmed man watched how a bead of sweat formed on Gen. Audu’s forehead even though the room is fully air-conditioned. He tried to decode Gen. Audu’s expression as the military man tried dialed Scorpion’s number.

“Hello Scorp” Gen. Audu said.

On the other line.

“Hello Sir” Scorpion said.

“Where are you currently?” Gen. Audu asked as more carbon-dioxide came out of his mouth.

“Am at Mr. Jude Peters’ house.” Scorpion replied.

Gen. Audu was startled, but he asked “Jude Peters is one of the five?”

“Yes sir” Scorpion replied quickly as if he was knew Gen. Audu was going to ask such question.

“Have you removed him from the equation?” Gen. Audu questioned.

“No, Sir” Scorpion said further “He is heavily guarded”

“I see, move on to the next person on the list” Gen. Audu said further “I will handle him myself.”

“Yes sir” Scorpion said.

“Scorp, one agent is down, the other arrested” Gen. Audu said.

“But I have told the hidden pawn to remove the piece” Gen. Audu said further.

There was a pause on the other line.

“Am sorry sir” Scorpion said.

“Don’t call me unless you have found the checkmate.” Gen. Audu said before he ended the call.

Facing the wire-rimmed man, Gen. Audu asked “When is the shipment coming in?”

“It is currently on the water, it will get here latest in three days time.” The wire-rimmed glass man smiled.

Gen. Audu punctured a hole between his lips with his marijuana filling the vacuum, he dragged from it as he smiled.

Here we go

jagugu88li:
Unless you're a spirit, there's no entering here. I double locked that door

Lolzzz... chaii... which kind security be that one ahnnn... u no fit pity the others... anywayz i made an underground tunnel which enabled me to enter... check roll four, table III, Draw the table away from it's original position then u will see an icon just click on it....


Anything wey u see for there make i know.

Gud job, just keep it rolling

thanks for the mention....this being your first book you write so well you are doing a great job just few errors here and there...am enjoying it thanks for sharing it with us.God bless u...

Nuc update... Keep it cuming

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n’t you just go to the Ahmadu Bello University at Zaria to study any of those preferred disciplines like Medicine, Law, Sociology, etc, it will be good for you that way, you don’t have to waste your precious time and years in Nigerian Defence Academy"

he went on. “That school has nothing to offer you, you will undergo serious corporal training and exercise, and whenever you misbehave or when you don’t do what you are meant or told to do, you will be physically punished"

“In our family, do you see any Army officers there?” he said further.

Anthony was feeling disgruntled about his Dad bringing up the issue again, when he has already decided to join the Nigeria Defence Academy.
Anthony’s father continued.

“There is nothing good in being a soldier, they kill!”

“Soldiers do not kill innocent people or people anyhow, soldiers only kill when they are given the mandate by the law or by the President of the country, and they kill during war times.

There are good and bad in this world Dad, as we have bad Policemen, so also we have good Policemen, the same goes for soldiering too.”

Anthony said this steadily as if he was conversing with a five year old kid.
His Dad smiled.

“I know that you are now nineteen years of age and you have the right to make choices on your own. But a word from the wise or elderly one pays off.”

Anthony looked at the time, which indicates 8:05am, he was going to be late for his Saxophone class and registration for the Nigerian Defence Academy.

“Dad, please, the form for the enrolment into Nigerian Defence Academy is out, and I also have to do other things which are time consuming.”

“Alright, I will be quick so that I won’t delay you” His Dad said.

“In my dream, I saw a huge figure that wore a mask; the mask was something I have never seen before. He was holding a dagger, on the dagger’s sharp silver part there was red substance or liquid on it, it may be blood, I don’t know for sure. Then I saw a bridge, the figure was trying to cross the bridge.”

“Then I looked up towards the end of the bridge. On the other side of the bridge, I saw you, scared, restless, and tired. You were running from the figure.” he said.

“That was when I woke up.” His Dad said further.

Anthony looked amazed, and said. “A huge figure with a drawn knife in hand?”

“Yes” His Dad replied.

Since Anthony could not fathom the meaning of the dream, and he knows that his father was finding every reason for him not to join the Nigerian Defence Academy, and he also knows that this is the perfect reason.

He said in this head “I have to derail Dad from this, and feed him with the cooked-up interpretation of the dream.”

Anthony said. “But Dad, let’s cross-examine this dream again, you said that I was at the other side of the bridge, meaning I was not in his grip. And the blood on the knife was not mine because you didn’t see me get hurt nor did you see blood ooze out of my body. That means am perfectly okay.” He said.

“It also means the Lord Jesus is ever faithful and merciful. He granted me victory Dad.” Anthony said further.

Anthony’s Dad was wondering how his son was able to crop up an interpretation to his dream in a short time.

He said. “How are you sure that that is the perfect interpretation of the dream?”

“The dream has already manifested the interpretation itself. Dad, don’t you see? I was not hurt by the figure’s dagger.”

It was now 8:20am. Anthony’s Dad tried to disagree more on the topic, but he was cut-short by Anthony.

“Dad, why not let us pray about it this minute and leave all to God Almighty, you know the Bible said in the book of Proverbs 3 verse 5, that ‘Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.” He said.

“If we are trying to apply our wisdom to it, God will not be happy, let’s just lean on God.” He added.

Anthony’s father said “Let’s kneel down and pray about it then.”

Anthony was so glad that his Dad dropped the matter. Both of them kneeled down together and prayed fervently. Anthony was praying fervently because he was a little bit scared because of the dream. But he held up his composure and prayed that God Almighty should intervene.

After the prayer session ended, Anthony’s Dad exited Anthony’s room and went for his room.
Anthony heaved out carbondioxide and fell on the bed. The petrifaction of the dream was still rising in him.

The morning wind was breezy as if it was going to rain. The coolness of the weather entered into Anthony’s body and settled into it, making his muscle and nervous system settle down.

9:05am nice writeup

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welcome bck bro.nice update

u're really a gr8 writer, i love d story but pls update the remaining episodes coz' i can't wait to know d end of that evil man that called himself gen audu but pls don't let anytin happen to anthony u knw y, coz' i like his guts,,

m so loving dis sweet work of urz...keep d good work going ......pls inform wen dere is an update.....09034711477. could easily be reached on watsapp by dat number tanks.