Adesina12, Aitee1, soleski01, Creeza,
Lawlahdey, sexybbstar, jagugu88li,
ADECULATE, Amenaghwon, okorro1,
Simplebea, Nmaglit,, osleek, xamster,
sirOrubebe, Bobbybube, julietogbo,
Osman1966, chii8, tonye72, Winters22,
omamush, Twinkle004, debra101,
samyfreshsmooth, mozb, prinxxdave,
cutietee, kinah, IamLukas, harameede99,
ladySuperb, dominicnuel, sod09,
chara019, teel123, Pureheart91, Mobecs,
latbas, Babsopey, opal4real, Mobecs,
latbas, AndyAustin, kingsmith4,
ladyverere, KunkeAkinola, mrsuccessful,
JMK9600, Michelle55, Audrinakane,
Smooth278, Ashley87, Sonamjs, orluuchi,
brighttech95, DavidPaul, Kaycee625,
Perfectionist11, skillz121, samwise180,
Lastking147, suffy834, Prinxxdave,
emmynku, aryan28, bossy512, nikz,
BlissfulJef, Michelle55, sunshine46,
IemFava, segunjowo, harrygold, estie92,
clitx, tusinsola, yusufibrahim,
Oyindawealth, harunablezin, EpBerezi,
chade, bentube, JeffreyJamez, boffinjay,
chukslawrence, Akposb, yewande1234,
Ikdbabie, dimeji877, bossy512,
yinkaellamz, tonye72, domido,
mendel04, remiseyi, pricelesslove,
Profmaojo, Sparkles003, tyreal,
Emmayur, ToluLolu0122, Daniyomex,
anasbeaut, saraphina, Ansasan, CherylM,
miriam1868, Fadamb, Niwdog,
JohnGainsville, pweetyz, Jsaviour,
abefe99, 1marking, Ayoomolabake,
Ayamconfidence, Hadampson,
rachealfst, Stephengee12, jane1234f,
mhizgap, naetocm, lord3plex, Slimbae,
SammieLowkey, Tinaflux, darkid1,
domido, hyuga, Olusojisorunmu,
Supizino, princ007, Topscoque,
olaoreofe, stez, maran1983,
smokeydrinky, greatface, mhizv, omoere,
Owulufelix147, Afz9095, Domance,
greeeneyes, nimat158, boldnbeautiful,
heema, stez, cooleo, bummybummy, ,
missyadorable, Vikthor, Kamelot77,
RoyaleR, Hman92, 1marking,
johnkennedy18, Zackari, iamadonis2,
yettielicious, Teespice, prisiliveth,
preciousuweh, Igweminho, janetade,
imranMotunrayo, priestchurch, surddick,
mutuality, tiffanyfan, marvwhite, Tinu02,
Epberezi, Matrix001, Nathblessing,
MrShine, , heatflux, uniknet, donobecs,
tijehi, queenitee, meneski, missmossy,
Ofez, Queensiju, dominique, donteanz,
iamharkinwaley, Ayoshewa12,
maran1983, Olusojisorunmu, Olubee22,
Lexxyla, stephmiracle, heemah, ftosino TiffanyJ Kimkardashain bibijay123
Chumzypinky petermuller Chipappii
stephenGee12 EvaJael ghostwritter
marianneada SheWrites Lleigh Clemzy16
Jagugu88li, ladysuperb, queenitee, Lleigh,
hadampson, haramedee99, girlhaley,
creeza, ikombe, biafrabushboy,
TheBlessedMAN Adesina12
jagugu88li lawlahdey allylic nmaglit hadampson, divepen1 deji124 ayambae nikz abeffe99 bimberry1307 olubee22

Chapter Seven ...cont'd.

“No problem. Be fast with the order.”

“What’s the address of this place?”

“Who cares? Just put ‘Nnamdi Technological Services, Adeola Odeku Street, VI.’”

Simon laughed. “Oh-ho. That’s clever.”

The floor counter read level four. Then three. Then two. Peter was expecting it to open. It didn’t. Instead, it descended more and stopped at level zero.

“That’s ground floor,” Peter said.

“Done.” Simon handed the card back to Peter. “They will deliver it in forty minutes. What’s with ground floor?”

“Someone is coming in from outside.”

“What are we going to do?”

“Fake being afraid. Got your gun?”

“Hmm-mm.”

“Don’t act like you’re in GRA at Ikeja with mad cows. This time, when the show begins, don’t miss.”

They hid their guns behind their back.

The elevator started ascending. Simon pressed the button and it stopped on level two. Peter had started shaking and breathing restlessly when the elevator opened. Simon had frozen as usual.

Paul the supercomputer was in the elevator.

“Please, sir,” Peter begged. Before he could say another word, the impact of an explosion rocked the building. Although they couldn’t see the fire, they recognized the sound.

“Come in, come in,” Paul said.

They did. He pressed number six on the elevator’s control dashboard. Simon opened his palms absentmindedly, letting Peter see it. The sign was, “What next?”

Peter shook his head as if lamenting. That is to say, “No” or “Not now.”

Some seconds later, Paul, Peter, and Simon emerged from the elevator. Fear lined Peter and Simon’s faces. Amidst the fake emotion, Peter scanned the area. None of the men had a gun. No bulging waistline, no holster, nothing. The weapon chest hung inside the left wall, the boys were scattered on the right before Nnamdi who sat on a sofa.

Jerry sat at the central computer. “Thank God you’re here, Paul. Our computer has been hacked.”

Peter espied Paul whose supercomputer brain had detected the USB drive plugged into the central computer’s CPU. As he headed for the drive, Simon unhooked his pistol and fired. A bullet rocked Paul’s head and he dropped on the floor like a bag of rice.

“You bastard!” Scorpion made for Simon. Peter pulled the trigger and the bullet sent Scorpion crashing on the floor. Simon fired four times in the remaining boys’ direction, purposely missing them by twenty or more centimeters. Just for scare.

The two boys approached the remnants. Slowly. Menacingly. Peter moved left toward the weapon chest and shot Nero who thought his wide chest and big muscles were necessary in the situation. He held his chest where the bullet had hit, gasped for air, before kicking the bucket.

Jerry made to stand up. Simon shouted him back down. “Your hands in the air,” Simon said. “Bring ‘em down one inch and that’s your end. Do you understand?”

Jerry’s brow knitted in a V. He held his hands up slowly and gave a reluctant nod.

“No, I want to hear it.” Simon pointed the pistol at Jerry’s forehead. “Understand?”

Jerry didn’t reply.

“Understand?” Simon repeated.

“Say it.” Nnamdi’s voice was low and cold, but underneath it lay a threat and a menace.

“Understand,” Jerry said.

Peter was examining the weapon chest.

Simon turned to Nnamdi. “Thanks for the pep talk.” And he emptied the remaining bullet in the chamber into his left leg. Nnamdi’s scream cut through the roof. Jerry flinched.

Simon replaced the magazine with the spare they’d gotten early that morning and fired a shot past Jerry’s shoulder. “It seems you don’t understand our agreement. That’s the last warning shot. No more warning shots.”

Peter unhooked an M16 rifle, plugged a magazine into it, and cocked it. “Better.”

Mosquito suddenly grabbed the bazooka Scorpion had dropped and, knowing it was empty, hurled it toward Simon. Peter peppered the man with the M16. Mosquito shook as if practicing a choreography dance and dropped to the floor with a thud.

Simon had evaded the weapon and fired at the monitor before Jerry. The place smelled of burned electrical panel. The monitor lay facedown on the keyboard.

“When he said no more warning shots,” Peter said, “he meant…” and hesitated, and then continued, “…no more warning shots.”

“Your hands in the air,” Simon ordered Lanre, Alpha, and the two men with them.

“Look what they got,” Peter told Simon, taking a circular iron chain from the weapon chest. “A wristband bomb with a remote.”

“Don’t do this,” Nnamdi said amidst groans.

“Oh, I’m not bombing the place,” Peter said and fired over Lanre’s head. “You heard the man. Your hands in the air.” The four men quickly raised their hands. And then Peter turned to Nnamdi. “And I’m not bombing anybody, too. You need to understand what all this is all about.”

“What-e—” Nnamdi coughed. “Whatever it is, Peter, don’t do this. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

Peter laughed. “Quite ironic, eh… what is it you call yourself? Um… Papa. I have whatever I wanted now, Papa.” He nodded to Simon.

“You.” Simon pointed his gun at one of the men. “Handcuff him,” and he pointed his gun at Jerry, “behind his back to the chair.”

Peter took an handcuff from the weapon chest and threw it to the man. “Be fast with it.”

Simon aimed at the man as he cuffed Jerry to the chair. Simon directed the man to cuff his colleague and then directed Lanre to cuff him. Lanre proved adamant a bit.

“Lanre,” Simon said, “if you want us to continue being friends, handcuff the man.”

Lanre looked Simon straight in the face. Simon fired. The bullet tore a tip of his ear and he stifled a grimace. Finally, Lanre cuffed the man.

Simon shot stubborn Lanre in the right hand and left leg. Lanre dropped on the floor, groaning. Simon went to raise him onto a chair. Peter threw Simon a cuff and that was how Lanre ended up handcuffed behind his back to a chair.

Peter pulled out the first aid box from the weapon chest. He bandaged Lanre’s hand and leg while Simon attended to Nnamdi. Nnamdi tried to shun Simon away. Simon placed the first aid items on the table before the sofa and gave Nnamdi a brain-resetting blow in the face.

“We’re not monsters like you,” Simon said and forcefully bandaged the man’s leg.

Peter and Simon pulled a chair. Simon sat first. Peter unhooked his backpack and dropped it on the floor. He sat on Simon’s left, and they both faced Jerry. They didn’t handcuff fat Nnamdi.

“As I was saying, you all need to know what this is all about. Before that, I would like to let you know,” Peter told Jerry, “that I hacked your computer.”

Nnamdi struggled to stand. Simon fired without looking at his direction. Nnamdi let himself fall back in place. Two inches from him, Simon’s shots drew a hole on the cushion and it smoked.

“And I hacked it,” Peter said, went to the CPU, removed the USB drive, showed it to Jerry, and continued, “with this.”

Jerry’s gaze became stony. He spat toward Peter’s face and hit bullseye.

Peter laughed and cleaned the spittle with his dirty top. “Poor Paul found out too soon. I guess your training didn’t reach that stage, did it?”

Jerry controlled a tear.

Peter went back to his seat. “So, back to the reason for this mess. After hacking your computer and server, Papa, I read the last two of your mails. I must admit that Jerry is very good at cleaning up your email boxes.

“You hacked Ikeja Cantonment’s server, framed me for it, and still want me to work for you. You engage in cocaine deals, rig elections for politicians, and still help greedy business tycoons suck the poor dry.

“And you hide under the umbrella of a tech company. This time, your fine building will not save you. Since you hacked the Army, they have been on my tail ever since. For your information, they know I’m here and they’re coming for me.”

Right then, a loud rumble enveloped the building again.

“Ah!” Peter said and pointed a finger up. “Right on time.”

Peter’s phone rang. It was a number he didn’t recognize, but he picked it anyway. “Hello?”

“Staff Sergeant Rachael speaking,” a calm and confident female voice shouted over a helicopter’s noise from the other end.

“Where did you get my number?”

“My men are coming in through the roof.”

“Coast is clear, ma’am. I’ll send the elevator up.”

Peter went to the elevator, pressed the button, went inside the just opened elevator, pressed T on the elevator’s control dashboard, and left before the door closed.

Five minutes later, twenty men armed to the teeth emerged the elevator. “Freeze!” the squad leader ordered.

Peter nodded to Simon. They both raised their hands in the air and dropped their guns.

“On your knees, hands on your head!”

They complied.

Nnamdi began to cry. “Please help me. They shot me and my boys. They tied them.”

Lieutenant John Abodunde and Staff Sergeant Rachael Okeke came among the next reinforcement that emerged through the elevator.

John ordered the men to stand down and began to dish orders. They yanked Nnamdi up to one corner on the floor and subsequently sent his boys to him thereafter. Rachael approached Peter.

“I’m Staff Sergeant Racheal Okeke.”

“Peter Adewale. The situation is quite unfit, but it’s nice meeting you, officer.”

“I told you to stand down, Peter. How do you want us to determine you’re not an accomplice?”

“They shot down a chopper, did you hear?”

“IT IS NOT YOUR FIGHT, LITTLE BOY!!!”

“Yeah? So, you’re going to fry me in the same pan with them?”

A resounding slap landed on Peter’s face. Three men nearby aimed at Peter’s head.

“Thanks.” He spat blood on the floor.

Rachael transferred him another slap. The lieutenant joined the scene.

“What happened, Peter?” the lieutenant asked.

“I secured evidence for you.”

“Of?” Rachael asked.

“Drug pushing, election rigging, illegal procurement of firearms, and most importantly…” Peter looked Rachael straight in the eye. “…who hacked your server.”

Lieutenant signaled to the three soldiers and they relaxed their rifles.

“All you need to do,” Peter continued, “is access the ‘Correspondence’ folder on that computer.” He pointed at the central computer.

“The monitor is—”

“Exchange the monitor,” Peter cut into Rachael’s words. “There are a lot of monitors around.”

Everybody in the room watched as Rachael replaced the monitor, powered the computer, and waited. “What’s the password?”

Peter looked Rachael in the eye again. “Arrow underscut box, all small letters.”

Rachael spent fifteen minutes reading the emails, noting things about them in a small diary she carried in her pocket. She took a USB drive from her pocket and began copying the correspondence folder. It was three and a half gigabytes of data.

She stood.

“What have we got?” the lieutenant asked her.

“A five hundred kilos of cocaine was delivered here early in the morning.”

The lieutenant turned to the men. “Search every corner of this building.” And to Rachael, “Send for backup and get Sergeant Usman here.”

“Aye, sir.” She began working on her radio.

“Hey,” he called out to a soldier who promptly appeared before him with a salute. “Get him,” he pointed at Nnamdi, “and his boys up a chopper and transport them to the cantonment.”

“Yes, sir.”

Rachael detached the USB drive and put it inside her pocket. She went to Lieutenant John. “Can we talk?”

The lieutenant raised his eyebrows up and lowered them.

“In private,” she added.

The lieutenant stared at Peter who was looking at them. Rachael looked back and saw that it was Peter and left to a far corner.

Peter mumbled something to Simon. Their guns had been collected. So was the magazine Peter hadn’t used.

At the corner, the lieutenant said, “What?”

“You heard they shot down a chopper, right?”

“Of course, I saw the debris before our chopper landed.”

“I think it’s from Dodan barracks. I have reasons to think he’s been evading them for a while.”

“The boy is a fighter… and a killer.”

“I think he was forced to kill those men. They abducted him. He knew we would come, so maybe he wanted to run before we arrive. What do you think?”

“I think he still has more to tell. And more to do. He will be good for The Jones.”

“I think so, too.”

The elevator beeped and opened. A soldier held a carton and two more led a man on Jumia uniform onto the floor. Two soldiers wheeled in a cart containing ten bags of an unlabeled white stuff.

“Sir, we found this man—”

“I ordered the chin-chin!” Peter cut in. “The man is innocent.”

“Did you frisk him?” Rachael asked.

“Yes, ma’am. We found nothing on him.”

“Escort him downstairs,” John ordered.

“Aye, sir,” and the soldier led the Jumia dispatcher into the elevator.

The lieutenant went to Peter. “What is happening here?”

“I’m sorry,” Peter said. “I thought I should try a way of escaping before you arrive.”

“Well, it’s silly, because we will still find you.” The lieutenant turned to the two men who’d wheeled in the cart. “What have we got?”

“Hundred of kilos of cocaine in ten-kilo bags each, sir.”

“That’s all?”

“More coming, Lieutenant,” the man said.

“Sergeant Rachael?”

“Sir?”

“Better get the evacuation team with the backup. Peter, you and your sidekick ride with me to the cantonment inside the same chopper.”

“Understood,” Peter said.

“Sergeant, get some men down the building and secure the axis. No one drives through the debris on either side. I want you to get the police and any stubborn reporter off the investigation. Return back to base as soon as Usman arrives.” He turned toward the elevator and stopped abruptly. “Lest I forget, Peter, open the delivered package.”

Peter took the package from the corner it had been dumped and sliced the carton open. He took one chin-chin pack and tossed one to Simon.

“Good. Now let’s move.”

Adesina12, Aitee1, soleski01, Creeza,
Lawlahdey, sexybbstar, jagugu88li,
ADECULATE, Amenaghwon, okorro1,
Simplebea, Nmaglit,, osleek, xamster,
sirOrubebe, Bobbybube, julietogbo,
Osman1966, chii8, tonye72, Winters22,
omamush, Twinkle004, debra101,
samyfreshsmooth, mozb, prinxxdave,
cutietee, kinah, IamLukas, harameede99,
ladySuperb, dominicnuel, sod09,
chara019, teel123, Pureheart91, Mobecs,
latbas, Babsopey, opal4real, Mobecs,
latbas, AndyAustin, kingsmith4,
ladyverere, KunkeAkinola, mrsuccessful,
JMK9600, Michelle55, Audrinakane,
Smooth278, Ashley87, Sonamjs, orluuchi,
brighttech95, DavidPaul, Kaycee625,
Perfectionist11, skillz121, samwise180,
Lastking147, suffy834, Prinxxdave,
emmynku, aryan28, bossy512, nikz,
BlissfulJef, Michelle55, sunshine46,
IemFava, segunjowo, harrygold, estie92,
clitx, tusinsola, yusufibrahim,
Oyindawealth, harunablezin, EpBerezi,
chade, bentube, JeffreyJamez, boffinjay,
chukslawrence, Akposb, yewande1234,
Ikdbabie, dimeji877, bossy512,
yinkaellamz, tonye72, domido,
mendel04, remiseyi, pricelesslove,
Profmaojo, Sparkles003, tyreal,
Emmayur, ToluLolu0122, Daniyomex,
anasbeaut, saraphina, Ansasan, CherylM,
miriam1868, Fadamb, Niwdog,
JohnGainsville, pweetyz, Jsaviour,
abefe99, 1marking, Ayoomolabake,
Ayamconfidence, Hadampson,
rachealfst, Stephengee12, jane1234f,
mhizgap, naetocm, lord3plex, Slimbae,
SammieLowkey, Tinaflux, darkid1,
domido, hyuga, Olusojisorunmu,
Supizino, princ007, Topscoque,
olaoreofe, stez, maran1983,
smokeydrinky, greatface, mhizv, omoere,
Owulufelix147, Afz9095, Domance,
greeeneyes, nimat158, boldnbeautiful,
heema, stez, cooleo, bummybummy, ,
missyadorable, Vikthor, Kamelot77,
RoyaleR, Hman92, 1marking,
johnkennedy18, Zackari, iamadonis2,
yettielicious, Teespice, prisiliveth,
preciousuweh, Igweminho, janetade,
imranMotunrayo, priestchurch, surddick,
mutuality, tiffanyfan, marvwhite, Tinu02,
Epberezi, Matrix001, Nathblessing,
MrShine, , heatflux, uniknet, donobecs,
tijehi, queenitee, meneski, missmossy,
Ofez, Queensiju, dominique, donteanz,
iamharkinwaley, Ayoshewa12,
maran1983, Olusojisorunmu, Olubee22,
Lexxyla, stephmiracle, heemah, ftosino TiffanyJ Kimkardashain bibijay123
Chumzypinky petermuller Chipappii
stephenGee12 EvaJael ghostwritter
marianneada SheWrites Lleigh Clemzy16
Jagugu88li, ladysuperb, queenitee, Lleigh,
hadampson, haramedee99, girlhaley,
creeza, ikombe, biafrabushboy,
TheBlessedMAN Adesina12
jagugu88li lawlahdey allylic nmaglit hadampson, divepen1 deji124 ayambae nikz abeffe99 bimberry1307 olubee22

Chapter Seven ...cont'd.

In the chopper, Simon sat beside the lieutenant. Peter, his backpack, and the chin-chin carton took the opposite two-sitter chair. The doors had been closed and the pilot’s cabin entrance locked. The only noise that penetrated the passenger cabin was the hum of the chopper’s engine.

“So,” Lieutenant John began, “why did you order so much chin-chin? Can you finish them?”

Peter laughed and looked out the window at the beautiful bird’s-eye view of Victoria Island. There weren’t many skyscrapers, but the view was better than that of the ghettos. In a few minutes, they would be leaving the sight behind. Peter decided to make his replies succinct and never to ask unnecessary questions.

“One, I did under duress. Two, I was very hungry.”

Simon winced.

“Okay, we were hungry. They didn’t give us food.’

“Who were the ‘they’?”

“The man who owns the building goes by the name Nnamdi Mbagwu. He said he is the CEO of Nnamdi Technological Services. He introduced seven of his boys to me and I saw two other ones.”

“I’ve checked with the Corporate Affairs Commission. He truly registered the tech company as a limited liability and he and his wife are the only shareholders.”

“He was using it as a cover. Sergeant Rachael has all the emails. You’ll see it there.”

“Why did you kill those men?”

“Self-defense. I knew they shot down a chopper. So, when they tried to put a gun to my head, I knew I had to do something.”
Lieutenant John sat upright. “Okay, run me through how it all happened.”

“Officer,” Peter said, “they hacked your server, framed me for it, abducted me, and the man still wanted me to work for him. Only that, officer, and any judge would acquit me.”

“Suppose I’m a judge now, what would be your story? How would you describe the situation that needed your self-defense?”

“I guess you just have to wait until I’m standing before a judge to find out.”

“Hmm.” The lieutenant brushed his empty mustache. “Do you know where that first chopper that was shot down came from?”

“I don’t know many things, officer, including that.”

“Or rather, where do you think it came from?”

“I don’t know.”

“Common, Peter. This is a man-to-man talk. Nobody is here except…”

Simon mentioned his name.

“I want you to guess.”

Peter hesitated and thought about the consequence before telling the lieutenant who listened carefully to the story he had told Simon about his ex-girlfriend and her father. When he was done, no one spoke for a while.

The lieutenant finally broke the ice. “We’re touching down. I will direct some men to take you to a safe place while I go talk to my commander. By you, I mean Peter, Simon, and your chin-chin carton.”

The lieutenant, Peter, and Simon laughed.

***

“I hope you don’t mind,” Simon told Peter. “I want to start my own investigations, too.”

They sat in an empty investigation room facing each other, leaning their hands on the desk that separated them. The carton of chin-chin lay under the desk and Peter’s backpack sat on his lap.

Apart from the adequate lightning, the room lacked something in everything. The hot air and the smell of burned paper wafted into their nostrils in torrents. The room echoed.

“I’m just afraid they could have set hidden mikes somewhere,” Simon concluded.

“Who cares?” Peter said, leaning back on his chair. “They can decide to shoot us dead, if they want. Doesn’t make any difference. I’ll advise you to proceed with your investigation.”

“Let’s start with why you ordered a carton of chin-chin.” Simon leaned back on his chair, too.

“Or where the receptionist you were giving one corner eye lied about the CCTV.”

Simon frowned. “What CCTV?”

“Or where some gunmen decorated your car.”

“You know my car’s still on that street, right?”

“Yes, I know. It’s not that long, Simon. Not even up to twenty-four hours. I still remember my promise to repair your car.”

“Whatever.” Simon waved a hand to dismiss it. “I still insist. Let’s start with why you ordered a carton of chin-chin.”

“Hunger. Duress. And an escape plan.”

“Tell me how you planned to escape with a carton of chin-chin.”

“Okay, you win. The dispatcher comes. The receptionist on ground floor would call the top floor. I will tell them I ordered it since they didn’t give us any food. I will send you downstairs. I know you can’t be that dumb to come back. Even if one of the boys follow you, your gun is there.”

“Awesome. That’s me out of the way. How did you plan to escape yourself?”

“I’ll tell them I want to go see the Johns. Clever as… um, what’s his nickname? Papa. Clever as he was, he didn’t construct a toilet on top floor. At most, he’ll say one of his men should escort me. I would drop whoever it is with my gun and drag him to level two before escaping.”

“That reminds me. The elevator downstairs uses a passcode. How—?”

“You don’t understand how the elevator worked. The purpose of the security system was to keep external forces from gaining entrance. Once you’re in, you can leave at any time without a passcode. Or did you see a passcode machine inside?”

“What about CCTV?”

“I’ve hacked their system, then. They won’t have access to all their CCTVs. Even the receptionist wouldn’t know how we escaped.”

“Wait, Peter, how did you know there was a receptionist?”

“The more you look, the less you see. I guess you were looking at more than your brain could process in that front seat. Anyway, tinting a glass blue does not mean one can’t see inside. You just have to look well.”

“What if there were some of Papa’s boys on ground floor?”

“As far as I know, he only had nine boys working for him. Maybe the last two he didn’t introduce were new. If there were more, I would have seen them one way or the other. I could be wrong, but if he had more boys, they would be either out working some dirty jobs for him or stationed in another base. My instinct also told me men like that like to keep their business matters private.”

“Ah, Peter.” Simon laughed. “I have to give it to you. You’re a homemade detective.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” And he laughed.

marvwhite:
(#laughing).... Good boy turning bad boy.


Nice story
#fromYourNewestFan

ladyverere:
I love Peter already. Smart and no coward.

But come update na Abe.

Ikdbabie:
Interesting. More update please.

ladyverere:
Great job Abe. You just dey drop am as e dey hot! Really enjoying the story. Weldone

Oya o. Food don done. Just a chapter to move on to the next book in the series.

at last the long awaited update

hadow:
at last the long awaited update

My brother, life got in the way. I hope to update chapter eight more faster.

I'd be expecting it

Bad Boys

Home made detective, i see!

I will be here in 2 days. No say I no see mention ooo

Abra4real:





Oya o. Food don done. Just a chapter to move on to the next book in the series.

Well done Abe. You are doing a great job.

Nice story

Adesina12, Aitee1, soleski01, Creeza,
Lawlahdey, sexybbstar, jagugu88li,
ADECULATE, Amenaghwon, okorro1,
Simplebea, Nmaglit,, osleek, xamster,
sirOrubebe, Bobbybube, julietogbo,
Osman1966, chii8, tonye72, Winters22,
omamush, Twinkle004, debra101,
samyfreshsmooth, mozb, prinxxdave,
cutietee, kinah, IamLukas, harameede99,
ladySuperb, dominicnuel, sod09,
chara019, teel123, Pureheart91, Mobecs,
latbas, Babsopey, opal4real, Mobecs,
latbas, AndyAustin, kingsmith4,
ladyverere, KunkeAkinola, mrsuccessful,
JMK9600, Michelle55, Audrinakane,
Smooth278, Ashley87, Sonamjs, orluuchi,
brighttech95, DavidPaul, Kaycee625,
Perfectionist11, skillz121, samwise180,
Lastking147, suffy834, Prinxxdave,
emmynku, aryan28, bossy512, nikz,
BlissfulJef, Michelle55, sunshine46,
IemFava, segunjowo, harrygold, estie92,
clitx, tusinsola, yusufibrahim,
Oyindawealth, harunablezin, EpBerezi,
chade, bentube, JeffreyJamez, boffinjay,
chukslawrence, Akposb, yewande1234,
Ikdbabie, dimeji877, bossy512,
yinkaellamz, tonye72, domido,
mendel04, remiseyi, pricelesslove,
Profmaojo, Sparkles003, tyreal,
Emmayur, ToluLolu0122, Daniyomex,
anasbeaut, saraphina, Ansasan, CherylM,
miriam1868, Fadamb, Niwdog,
JohnGainsville, pweetyz, Jsaviour,
abefe99, 1marking, Ayoomolabake,
Ayamconfidence, Hadampson,
rachealfst, Stephengee12, jane1234f,
mhizgap, naetocm, lord3plex, Slimbae,
SammieLowkey, Tinaflux, darkid1,
domido, hyuga, Olusojisorunmu,
Supizino, princ007, Topscoque,
olaoreofe, stez, maran1983,
smokeydrinky, greatface, mhizv, omoere,
Owulufelix147, Afz9095, Domance,
greeeneyes, nimat158, boldnbeautiful,
heema, stez, cooleo, bummybummy, ,
missyadorable, Vikthor, Kamelot77,
RoyaleR, Hman92, 1marking,
johnkennedy18, Zackari, iamadonis2,
yettielicious, Teespice, prisiliveth,
preciousuweh, Igweminho, janetade,
imranMotunrayo, priestchurch, surddick,
mutuality, tiffanyfan, marvwhite, Tinu02,
Epberezi, Matrix001, Nathblessing,
MrShine, , heatflux, uniknet, donobecs,
tijehi, queenitee, meneski, missmossy,
Ofez, Queensiju, dominique, donteanz,
iamharkinwaley, Ayoshewa12,
maran1983, Olusojisorunmu, Olubee22,
Lexxyla, stephmiracle, heemah, ftosino TiffanyJ Kimkardashain bibijay123
Chumzypinky petermuller Chipappii
stephenGee12 EvaJael ghostwritter
marianneada SheWrites Lleigh Clemzy16
Jagugu88li, ladysuperb, queenitee, Lleigh,
hadampson, haramedee99, girlhaley,
creeza, ikombe, biafrabushboy,
TheBlessedMAN Adesina12
jagugu88li lawlahdey allylic nmaglit hadampson, divepen1 deji124 ayambae nikz abeffe99 bimberry1307 olubee22

Chapter Eight

Ikeja Army Cantonment, Ikeja, Lagos. 6:00 PM.

Peter and Simon stood, stretched, paced the length of the room, made small talks, ate tons of chin-chin, and became thirsty.

Simon went to the door and knocked. It slid open and a uniformed fellow peeped in. “Yes?”

“Water.”

“What?”

“We need some water.”

“’Be back.”

Simon went back to his seat. “This place sucks.”

“Really?”

“We’ve spent over four hours here and they can’t even offer us a drink.”

“I’d like to concur in a different way,” Peter said. “You know the saying, ‘It’s in the blood’? This one is, ‘It runs in the barracks.’”
Simon laughed.

“A little of very many bad things runs in this cantonment. Did you see how confused the Staff Sergeant looked?”

“Well,” Simon said, “I didn’t conclude that way. But I knew she was frantic.”

“Exactly the symptoms of confusion. I mean, she didn’t know that you can use any monitor with any CPU. I wonder what she must have done to her computer operators when the server was hacked.”

“I have an idea. One slap each and…” Simon then mimicked her in a low tune. “…‘IT IS NOT FIGHT, LITTLE BOY!!!’”

It was Peter’s time to laugh now. “She left a hacked server and ran after the hacker all the while. Very dumb thing to do. I—”

Just then, the soldier who had peeped in earlier opened the door and came in with a plain, blue nylon. He set it on the table. “The commander says you have thirty minutes.” And he left.

Peter unraveled the content of the nylon. Two bottles of Coke and two bottles of water.

***

In Major Mark’s office, Peter and Simon stood at the back of the chairs they were supposed to sit, hands behind their back, on full attention. The boys didn’t blink.

“Take your seats, gentlemen,” the major said.

The boys remained unmoved.

“As you wish, gentlemen.” A tinge of Hausa accent sprinkled his words. “It will make it fast, anyway, because I have just thirty minutes.

“For the record, I want to recap your part in this case. Someone hacked our server, communications went haywire, and a junior officer had to issue commands to superior officers. According to the Nigerian Armed Forces constitution, that act is equal to mutiny. The hacker takes almost all the blame, but the junior officer would be sanctioned, too. If his actions are found to be geared toward a coup, he may be sent to the firing squad. If his actions are not for a coup but rebellious, he will be demoted. Off the record, I’m telling you so you can know how grave that offence is.

“For the record. Our IT person profiled the hacker and it appears to be you. Logically, the next step is to find the hacker so we can squeeze out his links. While the IT department does that, our headquarters in Maiduguri initiated a lockdown on our server. By the time it would take effect, most of the files on the server had been copied to the hacker’s server—your server.

“Next, you came in with an email to the IT head. Subsequent emails included evidence that some other person cloned you. We located you in the real hacker’s den.

“And for you,” the major said and pointed at Simon, “your part is that we found you with him.” He removed the table telephone’s receiver from its place, put it to his ears, and pressed some numbers on the dashboard. “I want Lieutenant Abodunde and Staff Sergeant Okeke here,” he said into the receiver and placed it back in its place.

He turned to the two boys and continued his speech. “I’m happy to announce to you that the management has decided to exonerate you provided you help us uncover additional information about the five suspects we have in custody.”

The door opened. John and Rachael filed in. The two boys moved to the right and stood adjacent to the major. Lieutenant sat on the left chair and Rachael sat on the right.

“I believe you know these two officers,” the major said. “This is Lieutenant John Abodunde and this is Staff Sergeant Rachael Okeke. Briefly, officers, what more have you found out?”

The lieutenant went first. “Our attorney gave me reports some minutes ago. Of the five people we have in custody, only the leader will likely be served a life-imprisonment term. The others will have limited terms.”

“Can I say something?” Peter asked.

“Go on,” the major said.

“You heard they shot down a chopper, sir?”

“Yes.”

“How much is one soldier worth to you, sir?”

The major’s mouth widened in astonishment. “You have a point.”

“Contact Dodan Barracks. I’m sure that chopper came from there. One they affirm they lost a chopper, we can have Nnamdi set up for the firing squad in no time.”

“You must be joking,” the major said.

“Yes, sir, I’m joking, but you get my point?”

“Which is?” Racheal asked.

“That Nnamdi will eventually be executed with the firing squad.”

“And the remaining four?” Rachael gazed at Peter.

“Charge them with kidnapping, extortion, blackmail, and assault on us,” Peter said. “I heard kidnapping now carries a death sentence in Lagos state. If you want to make it worse, I’ll like to charge them with cyber hacking.”
Smile lined the major’s face and gradually affected that of the two officers.

“It is settled, then,” the major said. “Before I round up this meeting, I want you to meet someone.” He nodded to the lieutenant who went to the door and knocked on it.

The door slid open and the all familiar face of Jones Davies appeared.

His face changed immediately. Eyes round and widened, brows raised to the Heavens, surprise was an understatement. Peter succeeded to some degree in masking his amazement, but he smiled. Simon froze and his mouth opened a little too much.

“Here is Jones Davies,” the major said, “the director of The Jones, an undercover intelligence agency recognized by the presidency and the Nigerian Armed Forces. Director Jones, here is Peter Adewale and Simon—”

“Coker,” Jones cut in. “I know them, sir, more than you do.” He smiled. “We schooled together.”

“Oh. Enough of introductions, then,” Major Mark said. “Off the record, the lieutenant and the staff sergeant think you will be a good agent for the budding agency. If you ask me, I agree. The investigation you just did is the only one I’ve seen in this magnitude that utilized the least amount of manpower. So, take my advice, gentlemen. It may be the only opportunity of its kind.”

“Let us talk to Jones, first,” Peter said.

“As you wish, gentlemen. Dismissed.”

[quote author=Abra4real post=62107185]Adesina12, Aitee1, soleski01, Creeza,
Lawlahdey, sexybbstar, jagugu88li,
ADECULATE, Amenaghwon, okorro1,
Simplebea, Nmaglit,, osleek, xamster,
sirOrubebe, Bobbybube, julietogbo,
Osman1966, chii8, tonye72, Winters22,
omamush, Twinkle004, debra101,
samyfreshsmooth, mozb, prinxxdave,
cutietee, kinah, IamLukas, harameede99,
ladySuperb, dominicnuel, sod09,
chara019, teel123, Pureheart91, Mobecs,
latbas, Babsopey, opal4real, Mobecs,
latbas, AndyAustin, kingsmith4,
ladyverere, KunkeAkinola, mrsuccessful,
JMK9600, Michelle55, Audrinakane,
Smooth278, Ashley87, Sonamjs, orluuchi,
brighttech95, DavidPaul, Kaycee625,
Perfectionist11, skillz121, samwise180,
Lastking147, suffy834, Prinxxdave,
emmynku, aryan28, bossy512, nikz,
BlissfulJef, Michelle55, sunshine46,
IemFava, segunjowo, harrygold, estie92,
clitx, tusinsola, yusufibrahim,
Oyindawealth, harunablezin, EpBerezi,
chade, bentube, JeffreyJamez, boffinjay,
chukslawrence, Akposb, yewande1234,
Ikdbabie, dimeji877, bossy512,
yinkaellamz, tonye72, domido,
mendel04, remiseyi, pricelesslove,
Profmaojo, Sparkles003, tyreal,
Emmayur, ToluLolu0122, Daniyomex,
anasbeaut, saraphina, Ansasan, CherylM,
miriam1868, Fadamb, Niwdog,
JohnGainsville, pweetyz, Jsaviour,
abefe99, 1marking, Ayoomolabake,
Ayamconfidence, Hadampson,
rachealfst, Stephengee12, jane1234f,
mhizgap, naetocm, lord3plex, Slimbae,
SammieLowkey, Tinaflux, darkid1,
domido, hyuga, Olusojisorunmu,
Supizino, princ007, Topscoque,
olaoreofe, stez, maran1983,
smokeydrinky, greatface, mhizv, omoere,
Owulufelix147, Afz9095, Domance,
greeeneyes, nimat158, boldnbeautiful,
heema, stez, cooleo, bummybummy, ,
missyadorable, Vikthor, Kamelot77,
RoyaleR, Hman92, 1marking,
johnkennedy18, Zackari, iamadonis2,
yettielicious, Teespice, prisiliveth,
preciousuweh, Igweminho, janetade,
imranMotunrayo, priestchurch, surddick,
mutuality, tiffanyfan, marvwhite, Tinu02,
Epberezi, Matrix001, Nathblessing,
MrShine, , heatflux, uniknet, donobecs,
tijehi, queenitee, meneski, missmossy,
Ofez, Queensiju, dominique, donteanz,
iamharkinwaley, Ayoshewa12,
maran1983, Olusojisorunmu, Olubee22,
Lexxyla, stephmiracle, heemah, ftosino TiffanyJ Kimkardashain bibijay123
Chumzypinky petermuller Chipappii
stephenGee12 EvaJael ghostwritter
marianneada SheWrites Lleigh Clemzy16
Jagugu88li, ladysuperb, queenitee, Lleigh,
hadampson, haramedee99, girlhaley,
creeza, ikombe, biafrabushboy,
TheBlessedMAN Adesina12
jagugu88li lawlahdey allylic nmaglit hadampson, divepen1 deji124 ayambae nikz abeffe99 bimberry1307 olubee22

Chapter Eight ...cont'd.

Jones led the way in a long narrow hallway, Peter and Simon following behind. It wasn’t time for the usual gist long-time friends engage in. Peter knew there would still be time for that. For now, the job at hand must be finished.

“I don’t want us to file charges against two of the remaining four suspects,” Jones said. “I think they will be an asset to the agency. And besides, they were not that involved in the whole bad business. You can start in the agency with them as your junior agents.”

“What are their names?” Peter asked.

“John and Qazim,” Jones replied. “I heard you know most of the boys’ names or nicknames. Did you forget these two?” Jones stopped and opened a door.

Peter followed Jones into the room. “I didn’t know their names. They weren’t really in the picture. They were puppets and we’re about to find out why.”

Simon had followed Peter in. There was a door opposite the one they’d come in through.

“Okay, gents, you have fifteen minutes.” Jones motioned them to the inner door and he stood in front of the glass that was transparent outside but otherwise inside.

The two men came in. One made to stand. Peter said, “Please, sit. Easy.”

John and Qazim sat at one end of the table in the middle of the room. Peter and Simon took the other two seats opposite them, Peter on the left and Simon on the right.

“You are?” Peter pointed to the one on the left.

“John.”

“No surname?”

“Arogundade.”

“And you?” Peter pointed to the one on the right.
“Qazim Emiola.”

“Alright, guys,” Peter began. “My name is Peter Adewale. My friend here is…”

“…Simon Coker.”

“We’re no threat. I believe you understand my level of English, don’t you?”

“I have an OND in mechanical engineering,” John said.

“I have an HND in accounting.”

“Good. Because I don’t want grammar to be a barrier between us. Believe me, you won’t account for the sins of Papa. On one condition.” Peter leaned back on his chair.

The room became quieter, so much that Peter and Simon could hear John and Qazim breathe. They had stiffened.

“That you answer all the questions we ask you. Otherwise, the Army will charge you as an accomplice in kidnapping, extortion, blackmail, assault, and cyber hacking. Are we clear?”

The men nodded.

“John, how did you end up in Nnamdi Tech?”

Without much ado, the two men took turns, without interrupting one another, to explain how they ended up as Papa’s puppets.

Someone had given John a flyer somewhere in Oshodi advertising a job vacancy in Victoria Island. Many passersby collected, too, but when John called the number on the flyer and was directed to AdeolaOdeku, it seemed that he only called the number on the flyer.

Not until he met Qazim, one of his high schoolmate, in that building. Both were the only applicant for undescribed positions.
Nnamdi liked them and went extra miles to show it. He gave them jobs instantly.

“‘Give me your account numbers,’” Qazim quoted Nnamdi. Before they got home that day, Nnamdi had transferred five hundred thousand naira each into their accounts. He called it some vague employee bonus.

That was how they started. They’d resume on Monday and leave on Friday, except there were spillover jobs in the weekend.

Qazim managed accounts for Nnamdi. Some were for the Federal Internal Revenue Service. But majority were for Nnamdi and his clients.

“Where can we find those records?” Simon asked.

“Jerry always save them himself. I work on the computer in the middle. After I finish, Jerry will come and save the file himself.”

“As what filename?” Peter asked.

“I told you. I don’t know. Jerry do everything always.”

“Think. Guess. Do anything. But give something to work with.”

Qazim sat still for a while, and then he jerked and said, “Wait. Jerry copied one of the files in a flash drive for me one day. I don’t know if he changed the filename before copying.”

“What’s the filename?” Simon asked.

“I can’t remember, but there was a month in the filename. It can give you a clue.”

“Thanks,” Peter said.

John started working on generators—big MIKANO generators. And then he graduated onto cars and motorcycles. He helped Nnamdi and his boys install cameras on cars, remove and disable trackers, give cars a complete overhaul, and things of the sort.

Recently, he’d been designing and installing machine guns on imported cars.

“Where?” Simon asked.

“The building has five more levels underground.”

“It’s not in the elevator. How do you get there?”

“There’s an hidden elevator on ground floor.”

“Okay, continue,” Simon said.

Nnamdi had promised to send him abroad so he’d be able to work on helicopters, too.

“How long have you been working for him?” Peter asked.

“Close to a year,” John replied.

“Eleven months,” Qazim said.

“Now, don’t lie to me,” Peter said. “How much do you have in your bank accounts?”

“Seven million,” John said.

“Eleven,” Qazim said.

Simon whistled.

“Since you’ve made that much,” Peter said, “why didn’t you leave sooner?”

“Honestly, we tried,” Qazim said. “They suspect us every time we were about to escape.”

Peter frowned. “And you just gave up?”

***

Jones led the way in the hallway again.

“I’m sure you heard all they said,” Peter said.

“Not everything,” Jones said. “The Army has handed the Nnamdi Tech case to my agency, but they are prosecuting the suspects minus these two. So, what about the deal?” He stopped in front of a door, opened it, and went in. Peter and Simon followed him.

It was a small office furnished with satisfactory gadgets. Jones went behind the desk and sat on the only chair there. Peter and Simon stood behind the chairs they were supposed to sit on.

“There was no deal, Jones,” Peter said. “Also, I don’t want those two dummies as my agents.”

Jones gave a short laugh. “Aw, Peter. You were a dummy, too.”

“Not as dummied up as you.”

“If I’m what you claim, then you won’t be standing in front of me as your employer.”

“To hell with your employment, Jones. We’re not begging you. In fact, if you want to go that route, I’m going to see Major Muhammed and tell him you mean to place us on salary.”

Jones leaned back on his chair and placed an index finger on his mustache.

Peter locked eyes with him. “If smartness got you where you are, then your smartness is as dumb as waiting for our own smartness to catch up. I’ll make you a deal, Jones. You know the former employer-employee relationship you had all visualized in your mind? The deal will be the other way round. We are employing you. We’ll determine the pay, orders, and work hours.

“Speaking of orders, I’ll only take recommendations from you on this Nnamdi case. No orders. Of course, we’ll give you reports every two weeks. All that means is that your agency will assign the case only to us. No third party.

“Your agency will provide us every weapon we need. Guns, ammo, armored vehicles, choppers, vests, agents, all must be delivered without question. Of course, we will be responsible for what we do with them. Your agency can hold us accountable if she finds any chargeable offence in use of those weapons.

“For your info, everything I’ve just said will be documented and signed by me, my colleague, and you. We will provide a notary public seal while you apply your agency seal.

“Now, don’t worry how we’re going to cope with all the stress. My family lawyer will contact your agency if you will please give us a complimentary card each. Do we have a deal?”

Peter took his seat. Simon followed suit.

“Or,” Peter continued, “we throw everything inside the trashcan?”

Jones sighed. “They have told me you guys are very intelligent. I don’t think I have a choice. But there’s one caveat.”

“What?” Peter asked.

“You will fix the cantonment’s server now and anytime anything happens to it.”

“Oh, I can’t promise that.”

Jones made a disappointed face.

“I will promise to fix it now, but I can’t promise I will be able to fix it after that. The phrase is, I promise to fix it now. After that, I’ll do whatever I can to help.”

“And the work hours?”

“No weekends,” Simon said. “Six hours at the maximum, if we have a case at hand, unless it requires more.”

“If there’s no case,” Peter said, “we can pop in two or three hours a day. We can also make exceptions for the weekends if there’s an emergency.”

“What about your pay? Name your price.”

“Per week,” Peter said. “Payday on Saturday, max. And in dollars.”

“Five hundred won’t be too much,” Simon chipped in. “To pay us for a start.”

“Absolutely,” Peter agreed. “However, we’ll be open to negotiations initiated either by us or you, but nowhere will we accept lower than the current pay as at the day of negotiation.”

Jones sat still, thinking. “Deal,” he said reluctanctly. He handed them two complimentary cards.

Peter gave Jones a firm handshake. Likewise Simon. It sparked ominous memories for the three guys.

“You do understand what we aim to achieve with this case, don’t you?” Peter asked Jones.

“No, but the agency is looking at claiming the building and turning it into one of our bases. What do you think?”

“I think it’s a great idea. We’ll do that.”

“You haven’t told me what you aim to achieve with the case.”

“Oh, you’re smart.” Peter laughed. “And I mean it. We plan to achieve the same thing. Just slightly different.”

“And the difference is?” Jones asked.

“I’m sorry, Jones. I can’t tell you until we’ve signed the deal. Once we sign it, I promise to tell you.”

“Will you document that, too?”

“As you wish.”

“Alright, gents. This is the agency’s policy. Before you become an agent…”

“More like super agents,” Simon said.

Jones ignored the interruption. “…you have to undergo a three-week training before the agency can issue you a badge and an ID.”

“As far as we get paid,” Simon said, “immediately after signing the deal.”

“How many hours per day for the training?” Peter asked.

“Six hours, minimum, including weekends.”

“What if we spend all day during the weekends?” Peter asked.

“Depends on how many hours you use and how you cope. We can shorten it to two weeks, considering you will have lectures.”

Simon’s jaw slackened. “How—”

“They are an intelligence agency, Simon. They know a lot.” He faced Jones. “Anything else?”

“As soon as the deal is signed, you address me as Director or Director Jones.”

Peter chuckled. “Okay, Mr. Director. As soon as the deal is signed, we are Agents Peter and Simon. Not gents. Are we clear?”

“You keep surprising me, Peter. We have a deal.”

Peter and Simon left the office. Peter branched the investigation room the soldiers had kept them, took his backpack and chin-chin carton, and left with Simon.

Outside the building, Jones was waiting for them. “I want to show you something.” And he led them to the car park where Simon’s car sat. Its right brake light and right side mirror were gone. It was still riddled with bullet holes. “We towed it from VI.”

Simon glanced at the car, at Jones, and said, “Thanks,” but it was without emotion.

***

In the car, Simon drove.

“You made a mistake, Peter. You should have taken those two guys. Now we don’t know what Jones will do with them.”

“Understood. Jones will probably train them to be agents. He thinks we will come back for them, then he’ll use it against us.”

“We will need them, Peter.”

“I know. Jones is some people’s puppet. They mandated him to sign us on. And once he signs the deal, he’ll be obliged to send us any agent we want. Go to your mechanic’s place. We’ll leave the car there and go to our family lawyer’s place together.”

“What do you aim to achieve with the case?” Simon asked.

“Create other bases for the agency. You see… um, what’s his name? Er… Papa. He had clients who gave him jobs and supply him weapons. We find those people, we find their bases, and we will claim it.”

“How?”

“Catch them redhanded. The agency will prosecute them. Nobody will be left to operate the base. Then we will take over. There are procedures for that.”

“In other words, we are going to be snatching bases.”

“No,” Peter said. “In other words, we’re gonna be chasing bad guys.”

THE END

Peter and Simon would be The Jones’ agents in three weeks. Jones, a high schoolmate and everybody’s bully, is the director of the agency.

Find out how the two agents, the director, and the director’s puppeteers will battle it out in the second book in the series The Chase.

To be the first to hear about its release, please click here to get on the waiting list.

I was watching u I thought u wouldn't update

hadow:
I was watching u I thought u wouldn't update

You know I can never forget the story. And most importantly, you guys. In fact, I'm on a sickbed right now. But because it's in the blood, I had to do what I can't not do. I appreciate your patience. I'm now working on book two, The Chase.

A Hunt's cover is now re-branded. Let me know how you like the new cover.

Abra4real:


You know I can never forget the story. And most importantly, you guys. In fact, I'm on a sickbed right now. But because it's in the blood, I had to do what I can't not do. I appreciate your patience. I'm now working on book two, The Chase.

pls take care of urself and I wish u a quick recovery pls mention me when THE CHASE is out

hadow:
pls take care of urself and I wish u a quick recovery pls mention me when THE CHASE is out

I will.

bro this is really sick. man you tried I swear doff my hat for you. u nailed it man. pleas let's know when the chase will be available

Well done Abe. This is praying for your quick recovery.

hadow:
pls mention me when THE CHASE is out

Me too!

Thanks for the invites' and mentions � sir Abram . Following.

Nice cover man. You nailed it

Thanks for the mention, sorry i came late,now la relax La read



waoo,so real,are you a soldier or u b soldier pikin?

Interesting story... Enjoy cool stories on Tushstories via

www.tushstories.com

#Enjoy