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CHAPTER 3
POST HIDDEN

Where is this woman? Madam Candy, where thou art?

@Princessusan: I taught you meaness? Na so my name don spoil reach?
#onamissiontochangemynamefrombadtogood. lol
@Almacherish: Good thing you've updated but I see this story ending very soon. Prove me wrong if you are up to the task. lol.
BTW, nice update.

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CHAPTER SIX
A motorcade sped into the city of Lagos at a very high speed with about
five cars in the convoy and the cars on the road were made to stop to
allow the motorcade pass.
Inside the third car was the FCT minister and whe minister for defence
state, both representing the president of the Nation at a defense
summit in the governor's office after which they'll visit the recent
attacked airport shopping complex.
"Honourable Minister, you are my confidant and I wish to tell you I
want to flag off for a senatorial seat in the upcoming election." The
FCT minister said to the minister for defense.
"That means we are like minded. Am going to the house of
representatives too, come next year. But the president wants me fixed in
another appointed position." The defense minister said.
"My own support of the party wants me to run for the house of
representatives but the senate is on my mind. I have the backing of the
National chairman of the party and my state governor." The FCT minister
explained.
"That aside, have you heard about the secret axeing of some party
members in office?" The minister for defense asked.
"No." The FCT minister replied.
"This man who just decamped to our party, Gulak, you know him,
Chief Obi Patrick's candidate. He was with the president last week and
they made plans to axe, the vice president ahead of the next election.
The deputy governor of Lagos will be dropped, come next election. The
Gombe state governor will be dropped, come next election." The minister
for defense explained.
"The party will sure take a new dimension at the next election.
But who is behind this plot. I know Gulak's membership is not too strong
within the party considering the fact that he was an opposition before
he cross-carpeted." The FCT minister asked.
"Am not in a position to tell you that. The president will let you
know."
+++++++++++++++++++++++++
Inside the power tower located by the roadside, some gunmen seemed to
have overtaken the affairs within the tower and were positioned waiting
for only God knows who.
"Are you sure, they'll pass this route?" A masked gunman asked his
fellow gunman.
"I did my assignment to the last extent. I saw them drive out of
Ibadan some few hours ago. Its only in a matter of minutes and they'll
be here." His partner replied.
A man with the snipper stood very close to the window of the tower. He
was looking through the binocular attached to the weapon. Just then,
the motorcade came into view.
"Here they are." he announced.
"Get it done with." His partners ordered.

The man with the snipper released sporadic shots towards the third
vehicle in the convoy causing pandemonium on the road. The sucurity
attached to the convoy got down and hid themselves, but their main
problem was locating the direction where the gunshot was coming from.
"Honourable minister, hope you are not hit?" one of the policemen
aked.
"Am not hit but find a way to get us out of here." The FCT minister
replied.
The security man opened the backdoor to enable the two ministers
escape into a nearby shop, even though his body shielding the minister
was hit as a result and he dropped dead.
A policeman shot sporadically upwards towards the tower and the bullet hit the man behind the snipper, thereby causing him to fall down wounded in the process.
His colleagues noticing that they had been spotted picked up their equipments and ran towards the stairs, but remembered their colleague who was down.
"We have to kill this man." one of them said.
"Yeah. If they mange to find him, they'll find us." His partner replied and released two quick shots to the man behind the snipper who breath his last breadth.
They ran towards the counter of the tower.
"You guys are through?" the man controlling the tower asked.
"Yes. Lets cover our tracks." They replied and began bounding him up with ropes.
They escaped into their waiting vehicles behind the tower.

--to be continued--

Good morning guys. Hope y'all had a nice night rest?

@Almacherish: Am gud too.

@Princessusan: You are mean o. So why are you complaining when I am killing the five girls in 'all in a circle?'
@Almacherish: Its been a while. How have you been?

There will be a change in the patter of update on this thread.
We will get as many updates during the week, monday to fridays. At least two updates per days and saturdays and sundays will be off days for us.
Is it okay by us all?

I have decided to change the pattern of updates on this thread. Now we won't only get updates on Saturdays again but also on weekdays.
It will make a total of 4-5 updates in a week except on sundays.
Is it okay by you guys?

POST HIDDEN

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@Snowprince7 and Niwdog: The last update is now lengthier than what you first read. Check it out sirs.

--continuation--
Sandra was seated on her bed deep in thoughts. Her friend Nkechi left
some few minutes ago and she has been left pondering on the issues
discussed.
"My friend think, Banson may not be in any way involved. Keep your
eyes open. Your witchy housemaid may be the brain behind this." Nkechi
said.
"But the girl is too gentle to do that. I trust her."
"Gentility is like the cover of a book. The title is gentility, have
you found out why the title is gentility? Read it." Nkechi replied.
"So what do you advise?"
"Pay attention to her movements within the house. Most especially
her phone calls and find time to sneak in on her, maybe when she is in
the bathroom. Pick her phone and read her chats." Nkechi advised.
"You know that's unlike me. I don't barge into someone else's
privacy." Sandra said.
"Privacy you call it. Keep paying exhorbitant amount of money in
the name of privacy."
Sandra kept quiet for a few second thinking.
"I'll contact a girl that works for my husband. Her name is
Victoria Vicky, she is an expert at handling this." Nkechi added.
"Just help me. Any amount." Sandra pleaded.
"Anything for you my friend."
The conversation she had with her friend came flashing in her memory
and she smiled bitterly. She never bargained for this. This is what
being single and scandalous brings about. She will make sure she doesn't
loose Kelvin, so they will tie the knot before the end of the year.
Just then the door into her room opened and Janet walked in.
"The table is set ma." She informed.
"I will be there in few minutes." She replied dismissing the girl.
Ten minutes later, Janet came calling.
"Madam, the food will get cold and you won't like it. Come out and
eat." She said persuasively.
"I don't have the appetite." Sandra blurted out.
"I know something is bothering you and you can sure talk to me
about it." Janet added.
Sandra raised up her face looking at her maid with scrutiny.
"Thanks for your concern. I'll be fine."
"Its okay if you insist." Janet said and walked out of the room.
Sandra was again thrown into another deep thought.
"How could a girl that cares about me this much be behind my
problem. Nkechi and her wrong theories sha." She thought as she fell on
the bed and prayed for the powerful hands of sleep to sweep her off
feet.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++

Kelvin drove into the gas station to fuel his car.
"How much sir?" The attendant asked.
"Five thousand." He replied counting the sum from inside his
drawer.
He handed it over to the female attendant and ignited the engine.
"Sir, there is a mistake somewhere. You gave me six thousand
naira." She called his attention just before he zoomed off but he only
waved at her and drove out of the gas station located by the roadside.
"He brought out his phone and dialled a number." He waited for a few
rings and when the person at the other end refused to pick the call, he
hung up and focused his attention on the road.
Immediately he got to the dolphin axis, the road that linked up
dolphin estate and the main road, he saw his brother's car drive out of
the estate.
"I pray this guy doesn't overwork himself. You work for the
government, even with your car." He thought as he took the road that
leads into the estated. If there was one thing on his dangerous mind, it
was a susprise show up at his girlfriend, Sandra Oselu's residence.
His ringing phone brought him back to within his car. He checked the
screen and discovered the number was unlisted. He picked the call and
switched on to loudspeaker.
"Hey Kelvin. The danger himself." The caller hailed with difficulty
in breathing.
"Who are you?" He asked parking the car beside the road.
"Your aim was to kill me, but God has destined me for great things
which I am yet to do. Remember, I will be your unwanted nemesis and I
won't stop until I see the end of you." The caller said his voice
breaking. The line went dead.
He thought for a few minutes then discovered the caller was Viktor,
the driver he shot on their way back from the Airport Shopping Complex.
What a way to end a bright day. He thought and brought the car back to
life. He needed to strategise, right now he needs to think of how best
to handle the situation. He drove a little bit forward and turned back.

--END OF CHAPTER FIVE--

--continuation--
Clement walked up to the gate of a large duplex inside the dolphins
estate. He pressed the bell and waited for a few seconds before the gate
opened slightly and a mean looking guy came out to meet them.
"Good morning sir." Clement greeted him.
The man ignored his greeting and gave him an askance look of "what the
hell are you looking for."
"Is this Mr Ayo's residence?" Clement asked.
"Yes. And how may I help you?" the security guy asked.
"I am Clement from the state police command. I am hear to question
him about his van which was involved in a terrorists attack few hours
ago." Clement replied.
"Okay. Just a minute." The guy said as he disappeared back into
the compound locking the gate in the process.
Clement backoned to his partner Sylvester who walked towards him in
front of the gate.
"The security system is very tight. We need to know who the man
is." Sylvester said.
"Get accross to Ngozi. She'll know what to do."
Sylvester walked a few distance away from the gate to make a call
while Clement awaited the return of the security guy. The gate was
opened, this time a different mean looking guy with tattoos all over his
body and a few visible scars on his neck region.
"Your hands up." He said to Clement who raised up his hands
dutifully. He was searched by the security guy who collected his pistol
as well as Syslvester's gun before granting then entrance.
A young lady walked up to fetch them and took them into the house.
They were seated in a very large sitting room, with everything in it
smelling italian. The chairs were made of leopard skin, same with the
rug and a plasma television was hung on the wall.
"Hello gentlemen." Mr Ayo, a black well built man said as he walked
into the living room.
"Good morning sir." The two men greeted.
"I learnt you are men of the Nigerian police force. Its been a while
that I got a visit from the men in black. So how may I help you?" He
said laughing as he settled down on a couch opposite his visitors.
Just then another young girl walked into the living room with a
basket. She placed the wine bottle inside the basket beside the two men
and two glass cups.
"I forgot to ask. Do you like vodka?" Mr Ayo asked.
"Yeah." Sylvester replied already opening the bottle.

"I learnt you came because of one of my vans which was involved in a
terrorist attack. Am I right?" He asked.
"Yes sir. Clement said showing the printed copy of the pictures of
the van."
"This is my van. It was acquired in 1999, just before the
presidential election. I am not a terrorist, I am a millitant." He
explained.
"How did you loose the van? Was it snatched or you leased it out?
Because I heard you have a car hire company." Clement asked.
"I have a car hire company. One of the largest in Africa." He
replied.
"You've not answered my question. You know its possible someone
hired the car and refused to return the car as agreed. Was it recorded
at any time that someone took a vehicle away and didn't return it."
Clement probed further.
"I am not in a position to answer that question." Mr Ayo replied.
"Sir, what we are saying is. This van belongs to you and you are
the number one suspect on this recent attack." Sylvester came in.
"Gentlemen. You can't come into my house and ask me questions that
I am uncomfortable with. Now get out of my house."
This statement infuriated Sylvester who stood up against their host.
"Then report to our office in the next twenty four hours for
questioning." Sylvester said dropping an arrest warrant on the table.
Five heavy built men walked into the living room looking deadly and dangerous. Ready to throw anything that comes their way out.
"The law is a no respecter of any f*cking body." Sylvester ranted on while Clement tried pacifying him.
The five men pushed them out of the compound and just before the gate was locked, their guns were thrown at them.
No significant success at the end, despite a bright and promising begining.

--to be continued--

--continuation--
The large high definition screens in the debriefing room added colours
to the white walls. The giant screen stood against the wall and
conference chairs were arranged before it, an instructor's chair was
placed beside the screen for whoever wants to do the briefing. Clement
was seated in the room alongside, Segeant Mike, Detective Ngozi and the
three visiting FBI men namely, Ahmed, Paul and their boss Sylvester.
The information Clement requested from his vehicle registration
commission friend has been sent alongside the picture of the car and the
owner who purchased it including his residential address. And at the
same time they were analysing how best to approach the terrorists
without them knowing.
"Clement and I will go to Mr Ayo's(the original van owner) residence.
Then the rest of you will keep tabs on the boarder road and any
movement should be watched closely.
"Clement, lets get this done at once." The halfcaste man of latvian
mother and a Nigerian father said rising up. Clement followed suit and
they walked out of the building.
Clement hopped behind the wheel and Sylvestre beside him and off he
drove off to Dolphin estate where Mr Ayo lived. With Sylvester's wealth
of experience internationally, this may be the easiest nut to crack or
so he thought.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Kelvin washed his hands inside the bowl located strategically inside
the Khal Corp main hall. He already changed his cloth into something
casual and gentleman.
He proceeded to the medical centre where injured terrorists and
hostages are being treated.
"Excuse us Doc." Kelvin said to the sixty two year old doctor.
The elderly man walked out of the room.
"Hakym, how far? When are you getting out?" Kelvin asked.
Hakym who has been admitted for a few weeks since he got shot at the
deputy governor's lodge suffered a dislocated arm and gunhit just on his
shoulder.
"In a few days says the doctor." Hakym replied.
"A good one for everybody. Has Maleek come down to check you here?"
Kelvin asked.
"No. He sent his get well message and we had a live video chat."
Hakym replied.
"Okay."
"I heard of your latest hit. Where was that?"
"The Airport shopping complex or what's it called."
"Oh boy! You must have mastered your homework very well. This is a
remarkable feat to achieve." Hakym commended.
"Thanks bro. We have the Haky's spirit behind us." Kelvin replied.
"Then, Kelv spirit was there to do the main job." Hakym added and
the two friends bursted into laughter.
"Guy, I came her because of Maleek, he intend to step down but
wants to take this sudanese as his successor instead of you, despite
your years of service."
"Lets talk about this later. We are being watched." Hakym said.

Kelvin gave a knowing smile and walked out of the medical centre.
"Kelv, where are you going?" One of the armed men on patrol asked on seeing him heading towards his car.
"My house of course." Kelvin replied.
"Its dangerous. It won't take long before the police get to see the van parked on the road abd the dead body. Passing that route now means doom for you."
"Its me Danger-kelv. You can't beat that." He said and pressed the remote attached to the car key and the doors gave and unlocking sound.
He hopped into his car and drove out of the compound recieving hails from the soldiers outside the camp.
He was driving at a very top speed, th car stereo blasting and his eyes roaming about with his sense of alertness on the high. Just then he noticed something strange. The van parked here a some minutes ago is nowhere to be found, the dead body is also nowhere in sight.
"Could this boy run away? Hell no, I shot him dead. Then who drove the van away?" He thought as he sped away leaving the scene behind him.
This is sure a mystery to be unravled by his men and not him or so he thought.

--to be continued--
More updates to come later in the day. Provided there are comments. Good morning to y'all.

Good morning guys, how was your night? Update resumes today.

@Vibra: Ghost readers or not, the most important thing is that I write and they are able to read. *Thanks for checking up on me the other day.
@Snowprince7: Am good boss.

There are some people that I must
confess, I am seriously missing them here. They are regular readers and commenters here but things seems to have change.
Labaski
Temmytayo20
Eniqurl
snowprince7
Darus05
seunviju
Zainharb and others that we started this story together.
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And to those of us who don't like to comment, I want you to know that
God is watching and GEJ is working. Your comments are a major driving
force to me.

The comments today has not been encouraging so far. Therefore, there won't be any more update today.

--continuation--
Janet walked into the supermarket and picked a basket. Then she
started scouting for everything her madam sent her, most importantly the
fruit juice.
She shopped for the next five minutes with no significant success.
This being her first time at this particular supermarket, she had
problem locating sections where there wares are displayed. Her pride has
been forcing her to stay put and search everywhere, maybe she'll be
lucky. But now that she has searched everywhere without any success, she
succumbed and decided to ask one of the attendants for help.
"Excuse me." She said to the lady who had a hijab on her head.
"Salam alekum sister. How can I help you?" The attendant asked.
Janet hissed inwardly. "Idiot. Because this place belongs to a muslim
and all the workers are muslim. Does that mean only muslim must shop
here?" She thought.
"Good afternoon. I have a little problem." Janet replied.
The attendant hissed inwardly. Stupid girl, see how richly dressed she
is. She even disguised like she has something to buy. No wonder, she
has been parabulating since. Its not yet end of the month and I don't
have money." She thought.
"Yes. What's the matter?" The attendant asked.
"I have a problem locating the fruit juice section. I've been here
for over thirty minutes."
"Sorry. The food section has been moved upstairs." The attendant said
pointing towards the stairs.
"Thank you." Janet said.
"You are welcome." She replied.
"Janet."
"Aisha."
Janet walked towards the flight of stairs and ascended upstairs to get
what she want.
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Sandra just dropped the call of her nemesis. The man who claimed to
have her pictures and they negotiated a price which was stopped at eight
million naira which must be paid into a bank account before the week
runs out. The money is not the problem for Sandra, she could in fact pay
triple the price but the purpose which the money will serve is the main
problem, BLACKMAIL. She swore to find out whoever is behind the curtain
making the calls and the person who was bold to take her pictures.
This has prompted her to call her most trusted friend. Nkechi, a wife
to a politician to help her out.
There was a knock on the front door.
"Come in, the door is not locked." Sandra said.
The door was pushed open and an elegant woman, in her mid or late
twenties walked in.
Nkechi was her best friend while they were in school but things went
sour between them when Nkechi decided to marry the pot bellied
politician and become the third wife. Nkechi went on and married her choice and three years now, she is living good and fine. Changing cars like clothes, she has a duplex to her name and has cemented her place with two kids.
Sandra who has been waiting for the Mr Right can now see that, marriage is the best decision Nkechi made. Getting married to her man is the best thing that has happened to her.
Sandra took her time explaining to her friend from the begining to the end.
"Don't be too sure that Benson knew about it. He already called you for assistance on this same matter right?"
"Yes." She replied.
"About the person that took the pictures. What about your maid, Janet?"
The front door opened and Janet walked in with shopping bags.
"Welcome Jane." Sandra said.
"Yes ma. Good afternoon Madan Nkechi."
"Janet how are you?"
Janet took the bags inside after taking some instructions from her boss.
When the two friends had made sure that Janet was nowhere near them to eavesdrop, they continued.
"Babe, lets go outside and talk." Sandra said as she held her friends hand and they both walked out of the house where they are sure of no disturbances or anybody eavesdropping on them.

--to be continued--

--continuation--
Men of the Nigerian police force were positioned at every nook and
crany of the deserted Airport shopping complex taking note of any
slightest thing that is unusual. The gentlemen and women of the press
were busy taking pictures, giving interviews and smiling broadly because
they knew their story will fetch them money from interested news
medias. The state governor and his etourage including the concerned
cabinet members, the commisioner for environment and the commissioner
for health were expressing their displeasure over the recent attacks in
the state.
Inspector Clement was giving reports and assuarance to the state
governor and his entourage. He was flanked on both sides by the
assisting men of the FBI.
"Good people of the state, this is one of the greatest misfortune
that has ever happened in a peaceful state such as ours. I can assure
you that the government is not keeping quiet on this, the police are
working day and night to bring these evil men to book. And I strongly
believe this is a challenge call on the part of the federal government.
Even if the state government and the federal government are oppositions,
this is about our beloved country and not about political parties.
Lastly I call on the families of the victims, this is not the end of the
world. They died a hero in our struggle for peace and they will be
handsomely compesated. Any question you have for our administration
should be directed to the special adviser to the governor on media and
publicity. The numbers will be announced soon. Thank you." He concluded
and slipped into his car and alongside other cars in the convoy, they
drove away leaving the police, the pressmen, healthworkers and the
members of the public.
"Clement, a man here has something to tell us." One policeman said
to him.
"Bring him on." Clement said.
A man dressed in security uniform was led to Clement.
"Yes. What do yo have for us?" Clement asked.
"I was on duty with my colleagues when they drove in their van. It
is our duty here to take register of any vehicle driven into this place.
So we took a picture of the van, the picture of the driver and the
plate number." The man explained.
"Can I get those informations now?" Clement asked.
"Yes. But its inside the post." He said and walked towards the
small building beside the gate which serves as the security house.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
They were driving at a very high speed along the boarder road chatting
and celebrating their recent success.
"Park the car there." Kelvin commanded the driver of the van.
He swerved the car off the road and parked by the roadside.
"This is the end of the road for you. As we all know your identity
is known and it is very easy for the police to find you. I have been
ordered to get you off because you were too gullible to let them take
your picture at the complex." Kelvin said.

"No one will find me. I live inside and not in town. Believe me, I
will be on low key." The driver protested.
"Fine, get down." Kelvin said.
He protested a little but seeing the look on his commander's face, he
opened the door and alighted from the car. Kelvin released two quick
shots hitting him randomly in no particular place.
Just then a blue van parked beside them. The rest of the team in the
black van moved into the blue van and drove off leaving the dead driver
and the van by the roadside.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The security man returned with a small camera device and a big
attendance book.
"Here is it sir." He said handing the materials to Clement.
Clement in turn looked at the pictures with scrutiny, before he
transferred them to his phone and wrote down the number plate.
"Thank you very much sir. Your contribution has really been
helpful." Clement said discharging the man.
After the man left, Clement was forced to smile because in over thirty
minute that he came here, this is the most promising development he has
seen.
He picked up his phone and dialled a number.
"Hello Farouk, this is Clement from the police. Something just came
up and I need you to help me check for this plate number on your
database if it was registered." He said to his friend who worked at the
vehicle registration commission.
"Okay." Farouk replied.
He then proceeded to call out the plate number to his friend before hanging up. No time for pleasantries.

--to be continued--

I don't mean to starve you guys. I'll try and drop something this morning.