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Missmossy:
Keep it coming

Count on that ! There is more coming from where all these came

Brace yourself. Or you can use a map to picture the scene I created here

I usually don't do this: talk about my research but I studied the junction for four days before I could pull this one. I almost got mobbed one night sha. A group of thugs who capitalised on someone's greed. Truth is they play3d a game of cards and he got cheated. They took his phone and all the money he had supposedly won.

Long story cut short. I saw all these happen and when I wanted to intervene a boy with red eyes and black lips instilled fear in me. One smallie prolly fifteen years of age showing me danger

“ na your brother?" he growled at me “ you no go comot for here? Abi make I call area boys for you?

The rest was history

You don't want to know how I begged after collecting free slap.

Anyway
Thanks for reading and commenting.

Hmm. It's amazing though how brothers and sisters in the Lord always believe God is leading them to each other. I'm no atheist tho! Lol but U did a good job at this one penshalom. Thanks for sharing.

I think you should report them to Google. With proofs of plagiarism.

Episode 14- Holy Shit!

JERRY

I glanced at Ray before clenching my fist; bit my lips; released the tension and loosened my fingers.
I would not be going through all this stress and torture–The life I chose after Ray taught me how to “ Fish” for money to fund my education and envisaged lifestyle–The wrongest turn from a wrong decision among every right choices I made in life. But I am, bcause of Ray. Now, the only way to redeem myself is to play along with all these and hopefully get over with it sooner or later.

“ Is that your real name? Valley? Tell me your name... Your birth name.”

Ray laughed harder this time around. And so annoying to think about.

“ What's your name?

Valley became upset by Ray’s laughter.

“ Hahaha” Ray mocked “ His name is : screwing, fucking Valley. He has no name. It's fucking Valley.”

For almost a minute he kept on laughing then had to stop for a moment when he realised he was the only one laughing. “ Ha--hah!” He uttered.

“I'm sorry, Valley.” I said.

I looked at Matthew and then at Garba, checked my wrist watch.

“ Why?” Valley replied after his silence all these while.

I glanced at Ray, then Matthew gave a nod which I picked up as a signal to “go ahead”.

Ray was confused but he laughed on, nevertheless, with a glare written all over his face : Hysteria.

“ For this.” I said and dashed my elbow into Valley’s chin. Another knuckle followed as I slapped my pistol against Valley’s temple.
★

“ What was that sound?” Garba asked when we heard a crash and explosion.

“ It's an ambush...” Screamed one officer, he had popped out his head to see what's happening. “ Back up! Now, we are caved, back up!”

Ray smiled to this. What joy must have come over him and I knew this fact. Infact, I had seen that smile million times to know when Ray anticipated something wonderful.
–··–
Through a pigeon hole I peeped outside. What I saw made my heart skip a beat. A trailer was charging towards us. It's driver was probably a mad man on the loose.

“ Go now! Now– ” the officer yelled a second time.

“Holy shit! ” Ray uttered.

Before I could say jack my entire being was shaken and i felt weightless. It was as if a volcano of fear erupted from within me and then a forceful impact tossing me angrily against the walls of the van.

Episode 13- ...U-turn like a Panda
KENDRICK

His eyes turned reddish-blue due to the drugs inside his blood stream.

“ How will I know the particular vehicle?” I said, while driving at a steady speed and blasting my way up the hill from the Auchi-Benin bypass road.

“ Watch out for a blue van... it's the only one.” Boss replied

“How did you know?” I asked again.

He remained silent. And I continued to match down the throttle, giving the engine makers a test for their money.

“ Millepede in view” He got a reply from the sniper guy.

We were in the clearing now and I could spot the sirened power bike blaring through the highway. He signalled with his fingers meaning I should increase speed– At the moment, there was need for speed– I fired up the hill.

The same time, another one fired from a distance on Lagos road, in opposite direction to the convoy; on the other line of the highway.

He ordered again, “ Hold positions! No engaments, yet.” This was for the sniper guy

Seconds later.

“Soldier ants, move into formation. Go, now! Go! ” His lungs were on a drill, “ Block the millipede’s path. On my marks.”

Our trailer continued the blasting, up through the hill,and from one bend of the road.

Boss Seth started his count down timer and in a bid to catch up with the van, I matched the throtlle harder.

Activating the nitros, I increased gear and speed to the last figures.
( Fourteen minutes, fifty-nine seconds... Fourteen minutes, fifty-eight seconds... Fifty-seven...fifty-six...)

★★★

The power bike siren blared. A lot of things were happening at once and more people crossing the tarmac on Lagos- Benin express; Cars clearing and giving room to the siren and convoy.

. “ Now!” He yelled into his intercom.

( Fourteen minutes, thirty seconds... Twenty-nine...twenty eight...)

The sniper released a single bullet which travelled at more than 50km/hr, only at this time, in the speed of light aiming straight for it's target.

The sniper bullet sweetened itself into the forehead of the bike rider. It shattered the officer’s black helmet. The bike skid off the road and crashed into a set of musical equipments. They exploded at once, killing seven people on the spot.

Within seconds, I rammed our trailer into the van. It flew into the air and tumbled sideways: Three times, unto the other lane– Almost instantly, the second trailer which had been blaring horns rampantly had a fair share of the Van –smashing it to stupor; it was tossed four yards behind the convoy.

Narrator

Khadija and Mama Bola spotted a motor bike. They also saw cars clearing the path, but one tipper, in defiance to the siren, moved into the middle of the road with a single aim: To block the motorcade.

“ Wetin dae happen?( what's happening?).” Mama Bola asked.

The rider upon the power bike horned , just to, in a bid to dislodge the disobedient Tipper ahead– if the driver was non-chalant to the siren– but he was probably mad , deaf, stupid or all-in-one; he moved into a perfect blockade position.

★★
Then they heard a loud gun shot. Just one. In reaction , the bike rider lost control and skid off the road . He crashed into Dj Beatscratcher's equipments. They exploded at once, killing seven people on the spot. Including the rider.

Khadija spotted a trailer which sped up the hill and was paces away from a blue van.
Subsequently , the van got smashed, catapulted into the air and tumbled sideways: Three times, unto the other lane– where she shaded her oranges.
The second trailer which had been blaring horns rampantly had a fair share of the Van –smashing it to stupor even before it touched the ground.

*****
The impact came like a man, running into a pile of rocks with his head charging forward; only this time, the man’s head is made of metal and smasking the rocks into tiny pieces.

Awestrucked, she froze like ice block where she stood. It was not long before men dressed in black vests and others in khaki uniforms, climbed down their vehicles to open fire.

At this unexpected sight, she exclaimed, “ Iye meh! ( My Mother!)

She ducked and took cover, disappearing into shelters just like many had done. The confusion increased as she bumped into a pot bellied man running in opposite direction to her, headed for the experess way. A round of gunshot saw the man doing a U- turn and breezing past Khadija like a panda.

Mama Bola was nowhere to be found, She had long disappeared. Drivers abandoned their vehicles in the new traffic: Cars collided into each other, after which three explosive impacts occured, of which, one was a ghastly motor accident that sent tyres into the air. Oluku junction went ablaze in the mayhem.


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yungbanks

yungbanks:
Nice man more abeg no forget to mention Banks ooo

sure my gee

cassbeat:
The Vice President or The President's husband= THE ALPHA... My humble opinion...

Let's see na...

cassbeat:
What I really believe is that a writer must have written it down before copy pasting. ..

True

Episode 12 - We are in the last days
JERRY

Amoured vehicles; Bullet proofed Vans, left White–house Maximum of Ugbowo district, Benin–City as early as protocols deemed them worthy to begin their journey. The convoy had six hilux cars; and a bullet-proofed Van; all led by a power bike.

Prior to these, I had a long chat with “Valley”, who in turn educated me on one or two things about guns: calibres, cartridges; and daggers. This began in the armoury of White-house, after Matt and I shared our plans and strategy with Valley and men from the state DSS command deployed by the agency. Matt, however, left the most private part of the plan to himself and me. “ Because the future ceases to be if I tell you and many others.’ Matt stated: In other words, It won't happen.”

I acknowledged this fact: True. I, however, listened to “ Valley”, although, I knew more than Valley confessed.

Matthew would throw jokes at Valley, “...you don't know. You don’t know what’s going on.”

I would make gest about it, “It will take your money eventually”

And Matthew made issues worse when he and Garba, the Operative from Abuja, said “ For a vanishing...”

“ I don’t understand” Valley chuckled.

“ Yea. Just like that.”I complicated matters, “ Into thin air. Away, with your senses.”

( For readers who are not my Nigerian blood, but from mother earth, this joke is a about bitcoin mining. But the situation surrounding our conversation, made me wieve it in. And it was so funny, giving our contrast in ideas– Valley knew next to nothing about bitcoin.)

Ray, as usual sat in chains, around his legs and arms. He sat in between Matthew on his left, Garba, to his right.
The three men were on the opposite view of Valley and myself.

Walkie-Talkies grimmed on and off. The time was seven AM, Tuesday. All these men– Operatives, warders and the prisoner– had not blinked an eyelid in sleep.

I broke the silence that followed the joke in the moving Van, when I asked Valley a rather personal question;
“ Is “ Valley” your birth name?”

At this, Ray burst into laughter. It was obvious he anticipated this moment, all along.

“ His freaking name is Valley. He got none. 'No name' sounds better when you add it to Valley” Such rudeness in his voice when he said“ Mr. Valley 'No-name'. ”

Valley’s arms gripped his gun with anger written on his face. This however, did not stop Ray from laughing, in defiance to everybody’s wishes.

★★★

Narrator

The neighbourhood in Oluku, rose early today, even before daylight came. People trooped out from different nook and crannings which aligned with the express road. Among these peaceful citizens was a young trader, Khadija

She began the day by sweeping her corner, then shaded her oranges on a tray; upon a stool. Her little corner was on the right-hand side of Mama Bola’s Kiok. And just like many ''roadside" traders, she prayed and prepared for the day; while sighting pedestrians, cross and re-cross the scanty traffic.

“ Goodmorning, Ma!” She greeted Mama Bola.

The woman replied and showed empathy when she enquired about her family and business.

“ We thank God,” She affirmed, “ More blessings are what we pray for.”

Mama Bola, who only arrived a minute ago, turned to open her kiok when she called her attention to something.

“ Yes, I heard about it...” Mama Bola acknowledged, “ I hear say one of those area boys... Obey abi, Obehi, go enter gbese( trouble) for thieves hand.”

“ Them samaram beating, no be small.” ( For my American and UK readers, or African bloods from mother Earth, this word 'samaram' is a pidgin slang which is an adverb 'very well' for the word 'adequate'.)

She added: “ Himself, come revenge yesterday night as he catch one of those guys for here, near Total 'filling' station..”

“As in eh.. My sister! No be small matter o!”(Truthfully, my sister , its not a small matter)

She told Mama Bola, that Obey and his gang members showed the unfortunate thief, no mercy. They damaged him with slaps and blows.

“ I hear say, them shoot am las las.(They shot him finally)” The gossip was too sweet for the woman and she inched closer to get first hand gist, “ You know say I quick close yesterday” ( You know I closed early yesterday)

“ Yes na! Na for–”
It was at this moment that a Dj across the road commenced his jams everyday. He made an intro with his beats and interrupted Khadija’s speech.

She hissed, “ All this mad people for Oluku sef”

Mama Bola grinned with a smile. She asked if the police had not intervened in the situation, yesterday.

“ Aunty!” Khadija began, “We no get police for this country again. They come carry the 'dead-body' comot after those boys do jungle justice finish”

“ My dear” Mama Bola assured her “ For this Oluku, na only God fit save person”

Her( khadija’s) eyes caught a glimpse of a poster bill as it glided into the atmosphere. It had a caption: “WE ARE IN THE LAST DAYS.”

One of those posters had being given to her yesterday, by a preacher. She muttered “ Winners Chapel.”

Mama Bola ended their conversation and she minded her business.

Then continued her shedding with her facial expression telling her intentions for the day when she glanced at the traffic. It was worse yesterday. And being the first and only daughter among nine children, she was sorely the bread winner of her poor family at sixteen years of age.

“ Baba God abeg” She muttered. Then glanced, again, at the poster bill when it flew over a mango tree; a reasonable distance from her sitting position.

★★★

The poster bill glided and came over a tall building. A sign board had a print of “ Bet9ja: Reward for passion,” hanging over a balcony of the building; It glided again, finally, rested on a man’s face. The man brooded with anger when he removed the paper and tore it to shreds. Some one else was with him and both men lay flat, atop the building.

The first man wielded a sniper gun of .50mg ( Military Grade) amour–pericing bullet caliber; peering through the gun’s sniper glass, he returned to his chore after the paper interrupted.

“ Any sign of the insect?” A voice came from an intercom in his ear.
He replied “ Negative! The millipede, is still in the cave”
“Hold your stance” The voice commanded: “ Wait for my orders...”

“Okay.”

The other man heard this but he was busy with his binoculars, surveying the landscape of Oluku. Far in the distance, the Sniper also noticed–like his surbodinate did– how Dj “BeatScratcher” was dropping the jams in succession. The man began to nod.

“ Are you kidding me?” He asked his partner.

“ We only live once” The man with the Binoculars, replied, giving a wryly kind of smile.


*Brace up for the impact* Soon.....

Seth
Then what? ” Kendrick asked.

I wanted to gulp down the beer before answering. I was way too thirsty “ Those heavy duty vehicles. Remember them. We will use those” I paused to allow Ken catch up.

“ We will create a blockade ” I began to draw out a map on a white sheet of paper “ Our men will position themselves here, inside one Tipper, then here, on a tall building , Snipers... Here, right here ” I provided a real map with images up to 3000 ft zoomed in from GPS satelite.

“ After these?

“ We open fire! So much of it!! I presume the motorcade will be heavily guarded so we must be well equipped. And every action must happen within twenty minutes. . . else we are sitting ducks’

“ Soldiers? Did you consider them guarding the convoy? ” Ken asked brilliantly.

I had a thought and hoped the President would adhere to my last instructions. “ No. Dont worry" I said“ The green shirts wont be coming to play this time around”

“ And the money?

I smiled, enjoying the way Ken was asking questions, better prepaired than being sorry.

“ I know they will tag the bundles with tracking devices. Do not let it bother you. When the time comes you will know what to do with those”

Ken sighed “ Okay. But does the Alpha know anything about this? The money and the ambush?

“ Who do you think is the Alpha?

Ken was clueless “ I dont know. ”

“ Worry about things you know , then. ” I advised“ The Alpha is only after the device. How we get it is our own headache”

The questions increased more and more... After Ken asked me“ And that specifically, you have not activated it, remember?

“ I will , when Ray is far away from the shores of this country”

With that I finished my speech and told Kendrick to quickly get the vehicles ready.

“ We leave for Benin - City this night. Go”

When Ken was out of sight, I dropped the can of beer on the table, gasped into space and said to no one in particular“ We are the ones calling the shots now. Let them play along and right into our trap”.

RAY

*Whitehouse Benin- City*

We left the inmates quaters. They led me across the court yard and then arrived the admin block of White- House Corrections Centre. Taking me to a visiting room, they bound both my hands and legs when I sat with eyes, fixed at an analog clock ticking on the wall. The time says seven- eighteen PM.

It was still Monday evening and I couldnt wait any longer for dawn to come.

“ Im sorry about the chains” Controller Ahmed said in a more religious than casual tone “ But you know– I know ;these people, Uhmm, Never mind–”
He ordered “ Valley” to adjust the chains, making me a bit more comfortable. That was the best he could do for as he prevented being in the wanting books with the department of State Security.

I understood, shook my head in appreciation waiting for whatever would walk through that black door ,which stood at the middle of two milk painted walls. Fixed and plastered beautifully with mortar. The rest was story when the door eventually blasted open.

Jeremiah Osas. He walked in with his black hoody( imprinted on it was a big blue “J” on his chest region) and a long face, stressed eyebrows, knuckle -clenched jaws and smile-less cheeks. Behind him was Detective Matthew Panshark with his long leather coat ( black) and grey top with to match pants. His fist equally black and his expressions same as the boy’s.
****
The truth is that“ feelings are contagious” and I fumed out hot air like a chimney fed logs of wood. My knuckles squeezed involuntarily undernearth the table. The pains this men had put me through, is unforgiveable.

“ Someone seems to be enjoying his stay at the docks” Matthew said when he reached for the chair across the table. The boy did the same.

His eyes locked in with the mountain- Mr Ahmed, the latter glanced at Valley, who in turn glanced at the three warders standing next to him.

The three men glanced at me, then back to Valley, who returned a rather guilty look at Ahmed. Ahmed could not stand the eyes of Matthew, he shrugged with stress and cleared his throat. Twice.

I watched as Mathew shook his head and said “ Hi ” to me.

“ You look fine- and plumpy or are you adding weight. Fat maybe?

I replied “ Well Thanks but no thanks.” stared at the boy “ Someone put me here. So, someone has to pay the bills. ” returned my gaze to Matthew “ And you are both looking stressed out”

“ The world is crazy and harsh, aint it ?

“ You bet! ” Matt said “ You should see it, some time. Oh! I forgot. You're never going to see it again. ”

I strutted up, clanking the chains which held me down. I did it again like the first attempt to break free was not enough.

“ Why are you here?

Mathew said “ I presume, you’ve seen the news?

I acknowledged.

The boy opted up to say “ In less than 48 hours alot of crimes and deaths has occured in your name“ the boy paused“ The brotherhood and their new leadership under your own blood, Fero, the Ferocious, has terrorized this country even far greater than Shekau”

“ Corrections!” I said“ Fero is not a new leader of my gang, he is an acclaimed-” I paused. My eyes must have revealed surprise. I was stroked to notice that the boy recognised Fero. Then it occured to me undernearth a smile. I had introduced them to each other briefly. What else could Jerry know? Did he know about the council- deep things about it? Or did he know about the Alpha? I know nothing about that part. Only Fero does. * And he (Fero) once told me that “ The Alpha is closer to the enemy than any one of us”

I scoffed.

“ That nevertheless, if all you have said is true. Fine, but where do I come into all of this? ’ve been behind bars”

Jerry asked me what I knew about the drone pilot.

“ Never met one in my screwed up life? Wait – ” I asked as the reality of the question hooked me“ Are you okay? Whats all this?

“ So you mean you know nothing about the device? Matthew chipped in “ The Sons of Destruction? How about that? Any bell ringing?

“ You must be mad” I continued“ You put me away – Bleep it! You put me here for a long time and come back months later to ask me questions about a drone pilot like some Air mashal or Observer bird. Bleep you!

I yelled on “ And you still ask me about a group that will soon destroy your foolishness. Really? Sons of destruction- Wathafuvkis that? A village meeting?
Bleep you both! A million times over.”

“ I am a medical doctor– or was –I practiced medicine, if you still remember not air force or community service” I made my point clear.

A brief silence followed.

“ Has Fero contacted you in the past few weeks? The boy again asking “ What do you know about the Alpha?

“ Are you normal? Something is wrong with you. Obviously! In fact Im done here”

“ You avoided my question!” Jerry lashed out with fire in his voice “ Well , never mind”

“ A law firm jury is missing, a clerk is dead, his family roasted, An american inventor and three Senators of this country all missing. Then a secretary dies, just in less than forty-eight hours”


“ How does that affect me? I asked angrily. Behind the mask was a happy heart.

“ Because it does” In teeth gnashing , the boy continued “ Alot of lives wasted and alot more on the line. And every single finger points back to you. Here!!! In this place. ”

Mathew told the boy to take it easy. He stood up and strolled the room and pleaded with controller Ahmed to excuse us. He ordered the warders to do the same.

“ I’ve got this covered. Dont worry” Matthew said.

Then came back, eyeballs locked with me, he took his seat.
After a few seconds “ What exactly do you guys want? Ive seen the news. Why wait? Where is the caravan? Why are you fucking here! ” screaming, I clenched tightly to my fists

The boy said “Shhhhhh. Keep quiet and listen.”

This made me tweak an eyebrow. Wow! Where’d that pop out from? Such audacity. Strangely commanding.

“ We are moving you out this prison...” Jerry drew near, eyes growng red with hatred “ And I’ll make sure you reach your destination. If you try anything stupid... Pray to your god you dont... You will be toasted. I promise you. ”

“ You are bluffing ” I said “ You are here to escort me to prison. Thats the biggest joke I’ve heard in a while. You? Jerry? You, like escort me from one prison to another. Which day did you become *Jerry Logistics?” Wait! I paused “ You are joking, right?

“ No, he is not” Matthew chipped in “ We will surely take you there – out of here– out of this place – One way or the other you will leave this place”

I said in regret “ I should have killed you both when I had the chance. You especially, Mathew”


Matt said “ Too bad. Im still alive, all thanks to God and Jerry. You trained him well”

“ Indeed . I trained the bastard well... This is me being so fuvking proud at how stupid he has become. Ha-ha-ha-ha! Saw that? ” I said mockingly“ Now that was me trying to give a Bleep about you too”

Jerry broke the ice in retalliation “ Listen here... I’ ll make you wish you were dead. You will never see the break of dawn again. Ever!! You’ ll rot in Kirikiri Corrections and you’ll beg death to come. Even at that time it will disobey you – master Ray– you will...”

Mathew drew the boy backwards from the collision. The chains saved the boy as they held me down. Lucky idiot.
I grinded my teeth in fury, but I was proud. Somewhat happy that I had created a monster equal in strength and rudeness to myself.

“ One day. Number 12 ( The name I've always called the boy) ” I said calmly undernearth a chuckle which became a laughter. I said “ One day. I told you, didnt I ? laughed again before concluding “ One day.”

My laughter grew with rudeness; echoing through the corridors outside.

enirock:
We are hanging in there

Im glad bro.

I'll drop double updates today.

cassbeat:
I sight you bro are u on Facebook lets connect and be friends

Na bro. just twitter and Instagram for now. Had to stop facebooking for the meantime.

silverlinen:
Creeza i no sabi quote person comment how shall I do it.. moreover,can we hook up on any social media?need ur personal and private opinion on concerning something i want to do.

You click the quote button its displayed under the person's comment.

Now about connecting on social media... Send me a dm on Twitter @JaminMykel I'll reply Asap

cassbeat:
Creeza where art thou?

Here for you my niggi. Where'd I be?

enirock:
Pls has any1 heard frm Creeza? its been a while. Hp he is okay?

I'm super cool my brother. Thanks for the concern. Just supposedly busy offline.


Hope you good too?

enirock:
woah.
keeping my eyes peeled for this one
"Shits about to hit the fan"
We anxiously waiting for more

thanks for reading

Episode 11- “ Come Little Brother... Come”

ITORO

I wish I had an answer. Right now I am not sure who to support any more. Hoping I have not turned a critic of madame President Alakara, who will believe and do anything, just to see her out of power, the reply I gave Ife was the best. Non- judgemental.
“ Why ? ” She asked “ Why that kind of look?

I felt my lips spreading. A smile had erupted from nowhere but now visible on my face. No doubt.
But mhen. Craps! Staring at her, I just marveled at Ife’s beauty. Her boyfriend had a good eye, indeed.

Becareful man! Becareful!! A voice echoed in my head.

“ We all have skeletons in our cupboards...Life is a movie. We should all play our parts and leave the rest to other actors.” I replied after silence.

On the screen, my actions from a keyboard clicked ‘ SEND’ to a message that read “ Get the Operatives ready. The plan is in motion”

****
Narrator

The leather sofa in the spacious room bridged the Alpha and a tanned– well polished mahogany table. A very expensive piece of art.

The One who deserves more than a name, took a phone from a cupboard nearby.

A number was dialed as the Alpha pressed out the digits.

The connection was successful. The Alpha said while still backing the room and looking out through a large window.

“ Rumeh...It's time...” A brief silence follwed.

“ Good” The Alpha added “ Note , this is where our paths come to a cross roads. If anything happens wrong from here on wards, we never met.”

Another silence .

“ But before that” The Alpha concluded “ Now, pay attention and listen carefully”


*****

RAY
It had been sixty— eight hours since I got into a fight with Skipper and almost thirty six when I landed inside the laundry house to execute my plans. A work in progress indeed.

Lying on a delux sized bed in this cell with eyes sparingly fixed to an LG Flat Screen 34' Tv thats connected to a DsTv decoder, I wandered in the pondering ponderous ponderland of my mind.

Occasionally, I look at John Okah who I picked among the five gang members to be my cell mate. No gays. Bleep that shit. Ive never liked solitude. And even worse being alone in the period of it.
John throw glances at me too while the latter churned away on the cereals he enjoyed with a cupful of milk and chocolate. Each crunchy balls generated a collision with the thoughts in my head. Bumping into every faucet and hindering progression.

I caution him with a stare. The youngster reduces his chewing spree only to resume it almost immediatly with reamped vigour.

Children. I sigh. Well look at him. Poor thing who got unlucky and added in size before his age caught up to him in velocity.

My eyes returned to the enclosure. It was spacious and well equiped with a cupboard at the corner. A table. A chair. A cushion. And then the glistening bathroom with coral- designed marble tiles.

Funny enough, this doesnt feel like hard labour. It is coerced.

The thought of it made me curse my entire being and slamed a fist against a nearby tray . The impact saw the plate on it go crashing to the floors.

“ Welcome to News Metro” A Tv News caster drew my attention “ Breaking News...”

I did not grasp everything entirely until my name was mentioned and my photograph etched to a corner of the screen.

I jerked to my feet. They found ground to trample upon the floor. I threw John a third glance in a row. He must be as shocked as his master.

Yet I decided it was best not to discuss it with John. I paced up and down, mumbling words and then eventually I could hear my self re-itterating in confusion.

“Kiri-kiri. Why Kirikiri?
“ Kirr-kiri? Not Kiri-kirki”
“ Lagos? Why Lagos.... Not-”

“ Ooooh! Fero! ” I continued “ Fejiro... What have you done now? I told you to let me do this my way. I told–”

I stopped. And not because I had nothing to say but because a sound caught me off. The Cell doors clanked as someone put the keys through a hole on it.

Valley walked in with four other uniformed guards. All of them on kharki- green uniforms. John probably knew they were not here for him but he stood up in anticipation of a blow or a fight. With the way he squeezed his lips to the right corner cracked his knuckles while staring into Valley’s eyes, I could as well liken him to Peter in the Bible.

I heaved a sigh.

“ Its time” Valley said, glancing at his right arm. It was six- twenty pm, Monday evening. “ You have visitors. ” He continued “ Farmiliar foes and friends.”
I marveled at the manner in which Valley smiled. Sheepishly to himself.

I can not explain why but a part of me wanted it so badly. The urge! That desire. It burned deep inside my heart to put a bullet in between those ignorant eyes. That ebony forehead that looked so perfect a target spot. Yeah a golden bullet would make it shine brighter in the glare of the light.
*****

SETH
Ken and I discussed about our plans for the girls, the device and other hostages when Rumeh Kadiri called. I payed attention like I always did whenever people start talking and I want to give them the benefit of doubt that I actually listened. If only they knew how boring they sound with all those words and instructions flying here and there.

Then I hung and smiled.

“ Whats up Boss? Ken asked, coupling his pistol and then tossing it upon a metal table. “ Good News?

“ For us? Yes! For them? No”
I recounted before joining him in the task. I aimed at an imaginary target. Dropped the pistol and looked at the wall clock in the candle- lit room. It was already dark outside.

Ken remained silent waiting for me to drop a detailed information.

“ Pop up the internet Tv” I urged him.
The young man of 33, drew closer to his bossom, a Nexus 64-bit Laptop and connected to a terrestial Tv. He easily found his way through the net after several protocols where observed. He made active use of a location changer and a premium packaged VPN.
I told him the channel to search for. He did and clicked “play ” on the recent video without subscibing. There, we saw something. It was something I already knew.

“ I’m aware of the transfer plans” I began. Still testing my ammo, I said “ But I had no idea it would be this quick. I have my plans though. I will make sure Ray gets safely to Lagos. Its a must”

Ken opted“ I thought you wanted him released?

“ Hmmhmmghm” I replied “ Infact , I want him out of this country” A sniff escaped my nose involuntarily , after which I stared at Ken before adding “ My days are numbered this is where the road trip ends for me”

I went further to explain the plan with the President which was to stage a transfer of a prisoner to Lagos. Then we will burst him out of the convoy. To ensure his freedom. Thats the aim of this whole operation and afterwhich we must disappear instantly.

“ A heist you mean? Ken asked.
“ How clever! ”

I said “ I will make sure of it, and even more. I’ll have the convoy wiped out. ”

I strolled to a corner in the wide room where I took a can of beer , it was on a table. “ We will go to Benin - City this night and lay ambush at Oluku Ishior”

“ Our teenage hood? Ken asked.

“ Yes. Where we grew up” I remembered. ( It had been terrible after my parents passed on. A life changing event at the National Capital made my old man relocate to his own country home. I couldnt bare the poverty, after my old man passed on, leaving me to fend for a little brother and mother who never walked on the same path where I trampled my feet upon, or even to eat from the same plate I used.
I left home, leaving behind my little brother , Ray and an un-repentant mother with one goal in mind : Revenge on those who ruined my life.

No one heard from me again until I met Ray on the streets looking tartered, hungry and unkempt. My boys had gotten into a fight with a rough street youngster and the case was brought before me, only to realise the youngster was my kid brother.

“ Mama is dead” were the only words Ray said after he swiped blood stains off his lips.
“What? I uttered
“ Come little brother. Come”)



To be continued....*Capital Crime* Who? Where?... Why?...Or Implications? .... Stay tuned...

Kris25:
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enirock:
Please is Creeza allowed to leave us hanging and wanting for more... Just come and update before we start crying as coro cases are building up here

Nice write-up man. You just leave us guessing continually the next move.
Big ups

Thanks man. sorry I've been away for a day or two. I had a migraine but I'm getting better now. Will update later today.... Bless you

Wish I can start earning this much from Amazon honestly. It's not easy but I really need someone to put me through especially the part about tax clearance. @Kris25 Your advice is needed bro

yungbanks:
Great work man more please

Thanks man. More soon.

silverlinen:
Creeza...U dey mess with my intelligence,u making me want more creeza
Give me moreeeee......morrreeee..good one man,am in love with this already

Hehehehe I cannot mess with your intelligence na. Haba! You be wise man o. No reason am. Lol

It's like a thin line between *sanity and insanity*...

Honestly Kayo. That's what it is...


I get so drawn into the world I'm creating and nothing else matters than racing my characters down to the finish line..Their pain becomes mine.Their goals, my bane. their flops my biggest strengths and their past my future. Even their deepest secrets hunt me daily. Like I' know a character will kill another in the next chapter and it's against my ethics to tell about it. I figure it out the hard way that it would make me a stool pigeon. And let it be I would tell myself. It's painful though lol.

Sometimes I see things I've wanted to wrIte about in fiction manifest in reality even before I pen them down..... Some kinda deja vu or crazy ass deep voodoo shit Ion know. A thin line between sanity and insanity. I hope I don't run wacko one day (Lol)


No wonder a wise man once said “ Writers are prophets”