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kayceerilyn:
if Tina is lodging in a hotel,how come she is in the car driving same time?? I don't seem to understand that part..or is it one of the General's gimmick?

There are different scenes there. Tina saw Clara's car. She is not sure of who is behind the wheel, but she hoped whoever is behind the wheel will lead her to Clara.
Clara is in the hotel.
Shey you get?
The general is working with Clara to get Tina, hence, the reason behind using Clara's car to arouse Tina's curiousity.

--continuation--
Mark listened attentively to Clara's voice, after her line has succesfully being snooped on.
"One of my boys will pick you up. Just stay wherever you are untill he calls." The line went dead.
Mark stared at the female analyst who shifted uncomfortably.
"I need the location where this call was made." He instructed and rushed out of the ICT hall into the weaponry, where other field operatives were waiting for him.
"Hey guys." He said as he walked toward a cupboard, picked a 9mm revolver and tucked it into his holster.
"There is a new development, and to achieve something tangible, we have to kill two birds with a stone." He began.
The look on the men's faces showed how ready they are, even though, a couple of then wore this gloomy look.
"Clara, our main target is lodged at Palace Prince hotel, on the expressway. And we need to act real quick to get her before anyone else does." He explained. "The latest development being, she just made a call to one of her accomplices who promised to get her out of her prsent spot as soon as possible. Goodnews, her accomplice is here in Lagos. He made the call inside Access bank headquarters. The bank security have been alerted, and hopefully, they succeed in holding everybody in until our team gets there." He continued his pep talk until his phone rang. His face lit up, immediately he saw who the caller was.
With a surge of excitement, he answered the call.
"Hello Tina." He said.
"Hello Mark. There is a situation." She replied.
"A bigger one is waiting for you here, and am sure you are going to love it." Mark said. "Move it guys!" He ordered his men who moved out of the weaponry at once, with him taking the rear.
"I saw Clara's car minutes ago, and I have been on the trail. I need backup. You should lead them here. I'll send my location to your PDA."
"Well, you saw Clara's car and followed it. But right now, we know where Clara is and am leading a team there." Mark replied with a laugh. Now he was standing before his men once again in the parking lot.
"Agent Olu, pick your team and go over to access bank immediately. I'll lead the rest to the hotel." Mark instructed hopping into the passenger seat of one of the four SUVs parked.
"I need a backup team." Tina said, almost pleading.
"I'll arrange a team and be careful."
The ever annoying and obnoxious Tony walked into the parking lot.
"What's going on here?" He asked, but got no response.
He angrily moved over to Mark's side.
"I demand an answer Mark. Here in FBI, you can't just pick a team and enter the weaponry. Its not right."
"Even in the case of emergency?" Mark laughed. "FBI is such a joke." He muttered.
"Anyways, there is a situation. You will recieve a notification on you PDA shortly." Mark began but was cut short.
"What for?"
"Tina will debrief you on the situation. Just prepare a backup team and lead them to meet her wherever she is. Thank you." Mark explained. Snapped his finger and immediately, the driver of his SUV drove off, leaving a suprised Tony standing.

--tbc--

--continuation--
Mark walked into his new office inside the FBI which he was expected to share with other field operatives and investigators.
His ringing phone caught his attention as he made to sit down. He lazily stretched his hand to answer the call.
"Yes?" He said.
"Clara on the line, I'll like to speak with Lovato." The sweet angelic voice came on.
Mark took the phone off his ear and looked at the screen to confirm the caller.
"Hello, Mark are you there?" came the voice.
Mark instantly sensing that, the caller was probably trying to call one of her contacts named Mark, but instead called his own Mike.
"But who could be the caller?" He asked himself as he took the phone back to his ear.
"Are you there?"
"Yes I am." Mark replied instantly changing his voice. "I think the network coverage here is very bad. Hold on let me move to an area where the coverage is at least good." Mark pleaded and instantly made his way out of the office.
"I think am getting there." Mark said and immediately zoomed into the ICT hall where over fifteen computer experts, programmers and analyst were going about their business.
"Quiet everybody." He screamed and made for where one of his fellow N.A.T.U agents was seated with her laptop.
" Hadiza, trace the source of this call." He whispered quietly to the young lady who instantly nodded and connected an auxilliary cord to the phone and Clara's voice came on speaker.
"Yes, Clara tell me what you want." Mark said.
His head went deep thinking about what to expect for the runaway suspect. "Danny Lovato is busy right now. He is meeting with the Americans who promised to supply us the merchandise needed." Mark explained.
"Is that Mark O.J?" Clara asked, a bit unsure.
And just then, the annoying automated voice which has been programmed to sound anytime the security door into the FBI headquarters opens.
"Welcome to the FBI." Came the voice.
"Dammit!" Came Clara's voice and immediately the line went dead.
"Any luck?" He asked the lady who was typing furiously and glancing at her computer screen, at the same time making use of the mouse.
"One second please." She pleaded.
Mark was getting out of patience.
"Do something fast." Mark urged.
"It's kind of not working." The lady drawled.
"It has to work. Tracking shouldn't take as much time as this." Mark said angrily. "Maybe you are not really qualified for this position.
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Despite the Air condition being in full swing, Clara could feel sweats on her forehead, likewise her heartbeat.
"How could I have been so stupid? Saving Mark Ashimolowo's number on my escape line, after I had destroyed the number everyone knew me with:" She thought. "No doubt, I am being tracked, and it is only matter before I am traced to a stop here. I should do something real fast." She thought as she made for her wardrobe, grabbed her empty box of clothes and walked into her closet where she packed all her clothes and stuffed them into her box.
"I should get out of here real quick." She muttered as she picked her phone, and carefully called her boyfriend, Mayor.
"Hello boo." She said excitedly immediately he answered the call.
Ever since her break up with Mayor, he had told her point blank not to ever call his line or check on him. Even a month ago when Clara left N.A.T.U unannounced, her first point of call was Mayor's residence, where he grudgily allowed her to stay two nights before he threw her out, with the usual, this should be the last time we would be meeting.
To see him answer her call was a relief. Alas, they would be meeting one more time. She smiled dryly.
"Hello Mayor." She said with her sweet angelic voice.
"Yes? Hello." Mayor's rich baritone voice came on.
One could not but notice the disdain with which he spoke. But, Clara was far from noticing the tone he used for her. What she needed that moment was someone to come pick her up and that she was asking for from him.
"One of my boys will pick you up. Just stay wherever you are until he calls you." The line went dead, even before she could say a thing.
Clara lifted up her face as she thought of what to do next, when a message came in.
"Danny Lovato would be getting accross to you on phone in few minutes time.
Presented before her was two options. Either to take the safe caution by switching off her phone and destroying her sim card or damning the consequence of being tracked further by waiting for Lovato's call. The first option seemed safe, but missing Lovato's call could mean being in his bad book, while the second option is risky.

--tbc--

CHAPTER 15
Desperate times calls for desperate measures which left General John-Paul running to a former director of FBI and N.A.T.U at different times for help. Even though as a seasoned military man and the General officer commanding the Ipaja military barracks, one would begging to wonder why the only person he could seek help from was a civilian, in person of Agent Andrew.
A popular saying which says, "when you dine with the devil and his army, he(the devil) becomes the next best thing." Four years ago when he was approached by Danny Lovato and wooed to join his team, so as to be his eyes and nose in the military, and most importantly, providing firearms as well as man power if needs be. General John-Paul accepted Danny Lovato's offer because he felt he would be making monetary gains, even though it felt like it at first, but fast forward to three years later, he was deep into the system with Lovato that he couldn't bow out. Even though, the bowing out requires him returning all he gained during his romance with the Lovato Armies. And according to Danny Lovato, any member of his team who felt it was time to move on from being a terrorist would be considered retiring, hence, he must put one of his children or wife in the army. Meaning, even as a 'retired' Lovato army, you would be doing yourself a great disservice by reporting to the authorities, because one way or the other, a member of your family is now in the system.
As part of military training, fear and pressure are two important factors that a military officer must do away with in any situation, but General John-Paul as a worshipper of the devil(Lovato) he had underrated his might as a millitary officer, his powers and of course his advantage over Danny Lovato, hence the reason he was dancing to Lovato's tune.
Agent Andrew, an experienced investigator and field operator who over the years has served in various positions ranging from a mere escort when her was with the State security service up to the top job in the FBI and N.A.T.U.
The falling out between the Nigeria's president and the Egyptian president led to a cold war, which resulted in the deportation several Nigerian from Egypt and while the Nigerian government couldn't hit back at the Egyptians in the same stead as there were not much Egyptians in Nigeria. The Nigerian government cancelled and called off all diplomatic relation with the Pharaos, and the Nigerian army's involvement during the Mubarak's power tussle with the Egyptian opposition government which led to Mubarak relinquishing power and the opposition government, but a coup staged by the Mubarak's loyalist two years later brought them back to power, even though their boss has been tried and jailed at the International criminal court. And even though the then Nigerian president's tenure was over, the Egyptian government still found it hard to come to terms with the present president, even though no one knew the Egyptian government was behind the terror attacks on Nigerians.
The emergence of Danny Lovato's army four years ago was met with stiff resistance by the Nigerian security agencies at all levels. While the FBI worked tirelessly at identifying the culprits due to their numerous investigations. The N.A.T.U handled the extradition of the culprits, while the Nigerian Army, the Navy and the Joint task force set to fight terror handled the aspect of launching attacks against every suspected terror gathering. Nigeria seemed to be winning the war, until General John-Paul was bought by Lovato which led to a decline in the military's willingness to fight. Months later, Andrew(the then N.A.T.U director) received the worst news of his wife, three children and his mother's abduction. But the government unwillingness to help him made him accept the outrageous offer Danny Lovato tabled. Much to the chagrin of everybody, Andrew agreed to meet Danny Lovato and together they flew to Australia in Lovato's plane where they strucked a deal, and before they returned to the shores of the Largest country in West Africa, his family were allowed to go, but he was injected with a substance which literally paralysed his brain. This resulted in his laying off for three months, during which Agent Collins was brought into N.A.T.U to lead on interim basis. Andrew's dialogue with Lovato didn't go down with a lot of people, including his fellow N.A.T.U colleagues. On his return back to work, a vote of no confidence was passed and Andrew was sacked. Andrew in bitterness seeked help with Lovato whom he maintained contact with and he was accepted into the team. A year later, Andrew was on course to taking a pound of flesh off the President of the Federal republic of Nigeria who sacked him from his job, the minister of Defence who recommended Collins for the position of Director on Interim capacity which led to his sack and of course, the lady whose report of the two leaders(Collins & Andrew) gingered the government into making
the decision that led to the ousting of Andrew.
"Are you sure this would work?" General Paul asked for the upteenth time as they carefully listened on the conversation between Clara and a certain guy.
"Am very sure." Andrew replied. "Clara is good at what she does." He added.
"I hope she pulled this off." General Paul prayed.
"Be rest assured. Tina is a very inquisitive person and seeing Clara's car would make her want to follow and know who is in the car. And following would lure her into our hands." Andrew explained.
"I can only hope. I don't know how good your boys her, neither do I know how inquisitive Tina is."

--to be continued--

egorov:
hello, good morning. I do follow your stories, in ghost mode tho, please I'll like to talk to you about a project on my hands, I want you to be of help. Can we talk privately please? Ur quick response will be highly appreciated. Thanks

Every means of getting to talk to me privately is on my signature. Just scroll down and pick whichever is easier for you, e-mail, Whatsapp or BBM.
Even though I will prefer Whatsapp or e-mail.

--continuation--
Tina's mind was filled with questions as she sped back to work after dropping Chris at her parent's house. The questions ranging from, 'Is Chris save where he currently is?' 'Will he be adequately prepared for his upcoming exam?' Because when it comes to pampering a child, her parents are the best at it. Even though Chris is not the grandson they wanted when she first had him, due to the circumstances surrounding his birth, but over the years, the boy has grown to become the apple of their eyes. Especially with his grades at school. She remembered how her father bought him a video game rated 12+ when Chris was still nine years old because he came top of the class.
She knew Chris can be very manipulative and he could spend those two weeks without opening his books.
"His safety is more important than his exam. Only a safe student can sit an exam." She concluded as she brought the car to a halt immediately the traffic light turned red.
Considering Christopher's safety, even though Lekki being an highbrow area in Lagos where majority of the richmen lived, including a lot of celebrities. A boy of Chris' age could loose focus at mere seeing the flashy lifestyles the celebrities lived. And be it as it may, a very popular Nigerian accress lived in the compound next to her parent's duplex, while the pop prince of Africa, a popular musician who was often said to be the modern day Fela Anikulapo Kuti lived directly opposite her parent's house. Even though the houses are heavily guarded by fierce looking dogs and body guards, with high wired walls, limiting Chris' chances of seeing what is going on in the compounds. That brought relieve to her face. But when a thirteen year old boy keeps seeing a twenty two year old schol drop out driving a twenty million naira worth of car while a graduate who passed with top marks is without a bicycle and could hardly feed himself, he could be tempted to pay little or no attention to his education.
"Madam move na, abi you don blind?" An angry motorist shouted. It was then she realised that a lot of cars were behind her while the traffic light had turned green. She angrily stepped on the gas and sped on.
"Yesterday, I was yelled at by road users, today again. Only God knows what I am in for tomorrow. Maybe I need a driver." She thought as her eyes scanned the road as she trafficated to the right just in time when a black Range rover joined the main road and overtook her.
Even in her dreams, she would recognize the Range rover. Aside the plate number which she knew off hand, she remembered driving Clara to the port to sign all necessary papers after the car was sent to her from the United states over a year ago.
Instantly she followed the Range Rover.

END OF CHAPTER 14

--continuation--
Daniel drove into his designated parking space and angrily alighted the car, slamming the door shut furiously.
"Good morning sir." A young man dressed in suit greeted.
"Look at the time you are resuming for the day." Daniel replied angrily.
"Sorry sir." The young man greeted.
"Sorry for yourself. Human resource department right?" Daniel asked without stopping or looking back.
The front door slid open and Daniel walked.
"Daniel, I want that lady out of this place today." The reason behind his anger surfaced.
Adeola ran after Daniel in anger.
"Good morning sir." The receptionists on the ground floor greeted.
"Yeah, thank you." He replied as he hurriedly walked into the elevator. As he made to get the door shut, Adeola walked in.
"Why are you doing this?" Daniel asked moments later as the elevator took off.
"Doing what?"
"What joy do you derive in embarrassing me?" Daniel asked.
Adeola gave him a confused stare.
"You subject me to series of embarrassment at home and now you are bringing it to my workplace. What do you think the workers would say? Did you ever consider your dad, what will he say?" Daniel asked and Adeola looked away instantly.
It was obvious she was being urged to make certain moves by certain people who either want their marriage dead or Daniel sacked from work.
"Ade, talk to me." Daniel urged when he realised that his wife doesn't look like one who would be talking anytime soon. "Answer my question."
Guilt washed over Adeola that moment and the truth hit her for the first time. According to the Yoruba culture which she understood perfectly, a married woman who concieve owns her husband, and the one who fails too is just a ceremonial wife. Adeola knew she had no moral justification to probe Daniel of his whereabout, afterall, he started cheating when it became obvious that she can not have a child. A problem she caused as a result of an abortion she did while in the university. Even though Daniel knew nothing about all these, his decision to cheat and womanize could as well be linked to the problems. Despite knowing the truth and knowing what to do about it, Adeola was far from caring that moment.
"What do you think Dad would think if he gets to know how you have been sleeping with other staffs?" She finally asked.
The elevator came to a stop on the third floor and two new people walked in.
"Good morning Sir." They greeted.
"Morning." Daniel replied. And on getting to the fourth floor, the elevator stopped for a second time and the two men walked out and Magaret walked in.
Daniel could feel Adeola stiffen as Magaret walked in and the same thing with Magaret. Even though Magaret shook off every fear in her as she carried herself highly and 'cat-walked' into the elevator while Adeola got herself under control late.
"Good morning sir." She greeted Daniel formally, in a business-like manner.
Daniel couldn't tell the last time Magaret spoke to him that way outside official duties. She always refer to him as 'baby' or 'Dan.'
Adeola was mad as a voice was urging her to attack the lady who just walked in, but a more friendly voice was telling her to consider the size of the lady before making a move, to avoid getting crushed inside the elevator where no one would hear her scream.
GODSON GROUP headquarters was built in such a way that even a first timer could walk his way round every department without having any problem.
The ground floor comprises the restaurant which occupies about ten percent of the total space. The plastic making company occupies about sixty percent of the total land space. While the textile making company occupies the remaining thirty percent space. Other industrial related departments in the company have offices elsewhere, basically the food and drink company, the recently launched cement production company.
The second floor comprises of the offices of the the textile industry workers and the cement company staffs. On the third floor was the plastic company staffs, while the food and drink staffs have their office outside Lagos where the factory is located. The fourth floor comprises of the administrative offices who oversees the affairs of other industries. The administrative departments included, the finance, human relations, public relations, the board offices to mention a few. While the top floor which was the fifth floor has just two office space, the Chief Executive officer's office(Adeola's father) and the Managing director's office(Daniel) and the rest of the fifth floor was made up of conference rooms and suites.
Adeola seeing Magaret walk into the elevator could only mean one thing, she was headed to Daniel's office, but with her presence, her(Magaret) plans seemed foiled.
"Where are you headed this early morning?" Daniel asked, even though he knew she could be headed to no other place except his office.
"Your office actually, but I can see you are not available." Magaret explained.
"Oh yes! He is not available cos I don't know what you are looking for this early morning." Adeola cuts in. "To resume where you left off yesterday? You dirty old h*g."
"I wasn't talking to you." Magaret said.
"Whatever."
"So, mind your business or I teach you to mind it." Magaret warned.
"She is my wife." Daniel reminded.
"So?" Magaret asked with brows raised.
"Don't talk to her anyhow. She is your boss' wife and the CEO's daughter."
The elevator came to a halt and Adeola strolled out into the open, which was the hallway dividing The General Manager's secretary's office and the CEO's secretary's office. And behind those two offices were the offices of the General Manager and the CEO.
"Halima!" Adeola called.
Immediately, a twenty five year old fair complexioned lady walked in through the hallway.
"Good morning ma. Good morning sir." she greeted respectfully. "Mag." She greeted her predecessor whom she replaced as Daniel's secretary with a wink.
"I want an appointment termination letter filed and given to Magaret." Adeola instructed.
"This isn't happening, what happened to existing protocol? You are not even a member of the company's board of directors. I am the chairman of the board of directors. The board approves every appointment and termination." Daniel replied.
"Logically, there are veto powers around here. You as the Managing Director can give orders without regard to the board. I am your wife, and my dad owns this company. The company is my inheritance, and everyone here works for me." Adeola explained like she always does and Daniel instantly lost every strength he has to argue with her.
"Ade, you are disrespecting me. I am your husband."
"What disrespect could be greater than you having sex with your employees inside your office?" Adeola attacked. "Halima, go and file the letter."
"But ma...." Halima was saying.
"No buts. Do as I say." Adeola replied vernomously.
Halima dragged her feet towards her office.
"Don't file a single letter. You can as well file two. One for you and the other for yourself." Daniel said with face hardened. "Make it three. I think I am no longer needed here." He threw his last card at preventing Magaret from getting sacked, and with his heart filled with prayers, he walked away leaving a bewildered and defeated Adeola in the midst of two eagle eyed secretaries.

--tbc--

Skimpledawg:
Oga mi, u av already made d obvious point.... ... D niqqa is a faol also

If I had my way, I suppose ban you for life.
Stuff46 obviously understood my point and you highlighting that part makes you a season trouble maker.

stixz:
i dnt seem to undastand this story again....where and who is mark`s sister

That's why you have to read the story.
Presently, Mark's sister is unimportant in the scheme of things. When she is needed, she will definitely appear.

stuff46:
Observation


The way you painting this Marks rudeness is too much. You making it look more like racism and in real sense, its not okay.

I don't really understand what you are driving at, but I disagree with you on the fact that Mark is a racist.
Forget the fact that the story is a fiction. There is a difference between superiority complex as a result of expertise or where you are coming from and superiority complex as a result of your color(race)
Discussing the former, Mark has a bit(if not in high quantity) of pride in him. He believes he is the next best thing after a pack of cigarett. I don't blame him cos when you put into consideration where he was coming from(America) He was invited to help the Nigerian forces. What does that tell you? You can't boss him around.
If you think Mark is a racist cos he doesn't take handshake at first meeting. Its in his nature. I have seen people like that.
I have a neighbour who will respond to your greeting after repeating yourself countless times. He obviously heard you the first time, but he will fix his eyes on you, looking for a fault in your appearance(especially your haircut) if satisfied, he will respond. By then, you probably might be on the bike ready to zoom off. Shey you get?
My neighbour is not a racist, but a principled man who allowed certain things affect him such that he behaves like someone from the Uranus.
Taking into consideration, superiority complex as a result of color(race) Mark is a Nigerian American. As a matter of fact, he is a full blooded Nigerian but American cos he has lived a particular number of years in the country. Why should he be racist?
Why play the race card on ourselves? It will get us nowhere.
If I say Stuff46 is olodo cos he had 30% in an exam, meanwhile, I had 30.1% in the same exam. Aren't we both olodos? That's simply how racism looks.
If I call you a monkey cos you are black, mesef no be blue skinned na. We are both black.
And permit me to say, if at all I am painting Mark as a racist, it spices up the story. Considering how Kim bonded well with Tony(a Nigerian) but Mark have not really enjoyed such bonding with Tina, Tony, Collins or any other person.
And taking us back into the books. There is something called a round character and a flat character. Mark is a round character since he is a major character and you don't expect him to be perfect such that it allows readers to predict his next line of action. If he is handsome, well built, a gentleman, broad shoulders, compassionate, loving, caring, humble, cool headed, gentle and rich, he don turn Jesus be that.
As we see his numerous good side, lets see some bad side of his.
But I still maintain my stance, the Mark character is in no way a racist.
I appreciate your criticism and I will work on it. Maybe some thhings are a little exxaggerated, I'll check it.

Kitme:
Hey,the story hasnt lost its touch... its very intact and watch it,comments like yours goes a long way in discouragin the writer...

I am good at ignoring such comments.
How have you been? And are you still up to date with your story?

kristen12:
Started from the bottom now I'm here...This story is hot and the suspense is something else.

Pls update us on what is happening at Chris grandparent's place and the general's son with lovato.

Welldone d9ty7, more mb to your phone.

Na you be this? Longest time o

--continuation--
"Chris, what are you doing here?" Tina asked fearfully as she saw Chris walking down the hallway.
"I came to check if the food is ready." Chris replied, guilt written all over him like a child caught stealing.
"Are you sure?" Tina asked unconvinced. Even though she knew Chris doesn't tell lies, her greatest fear was having said all she told her mother while he was eavesdropping. But on a second thought, a child of Chris age won't be so happy if he found out who his father was.
"Yes mum. What else will I be doing outside the kitchen?"
"Eavesdropping?" Tina replied.
"No way!" Chris said as a matter of factly. "What would I be listening to sef?" He asked.
"Never mind." Tina said as she led the way towards the living room.
"You are leaving already?" Chris asked as he tried to keep up with his mother's long strides.
"Yes darling." Tina replied, and instantly she froze as she saw her father in the living room.
Why she was always afraid of the man was something she can't explain.
"Be a good boy and don't give grandma problems. You should help out with the house chores, okay?" Tina admonished.
"Yes mum." Chris grudgingly replied.
"Your books should be your priority. Your exam starts in two weeks, and according to the principal, the school would be re-opened for the duration of the exam, but with presence of police and soldiers. You might not have the time to read under trees before the exam cos your movement inside the school would be restricted. The more reason why you should read all you can here."
"Mum! I know when to read and when not to. And to me Chris, my books first." Chris replied assuringly.
"That's why I love you." Tina bent and pecked him on the cheek. "Be a good boy. Bye dad." With this, she exited her parent's house.
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Mark walked into the FBI director's office.
"Good morning Mark." The director greeted stretching him hand for a handshake which Mark ignored before taking a seat opposite him. "I am Wole."
"I know." Mark replied.
Even though offended by Mark's rudeness, Wole knew there was nothing he could do or say.
"I was going through the attendance sheet and I realised you didn't sign when you came in, why?"
Mark gave a is-that-why-you-summonned-a-whole-me look.
"I didn't sign the attendance sheet because I don't know when I came in. From the moment I drove in and the time I spent before walking into the building is more than a minute, and since I didn't check the time, I would either be lying on the attendance sheet or on the other hand be lying whichever ways." Mark replied.
"Am not joking." Wole said.
"Neither am I." Mark replied as he picked the log book for attendance.
"Listen to me young man. This is Nigeria where things are done in order not like America."
"Sorry sir, but in the first place, I am not answerable to you." Mark replied.
"Says who? The FBI director asked.
"Is that why I am here?" Mark asked irritatedly.
"Listen to me Agent Mark. I won't have you go against the existing protocol here. This is the FBI and you know how integral the agency is the the department of defence. The N.A.T.U was asked to join the FBI as a result of the ufortunate incident of yesterday. And as long as you are here, the FBI is in charge. You will be issued a FBI Identity card, a FBI badge and of course a clearance keycard. I guess, you know what that means."
"And the FBI business is the same with N.A.T.U?" Mark asked.
"I don't know what business you are talking about, but in the real sense, FBI investigates and reports to N.A.T.U. And in this case, we run a single business. And anyhow you try to place it, FBI is in charge."
Mark looked round the office for the first time.
"Is that all?" Mark asked, and just then, the door into the office opened and Tony walked in.
"Hello Wole." Tony said sitting down beside Mark. "Hey." He said patting Mark on the back.
"Hello Tony." Wole replied and stretched his hand forward to collect a spiral banded memo.
Wole perused over the memo for a while and silence enveloped the room.
"Who made this available?" He asked.
"I met with Collins and he gave them to me." Tony replied.
"Something is missing." Wole announced.
"Yeah. The statistics from the field operations." Tony said.
"Yeah. Where is it?"
"I was made to understand that, the field operators have a different report log book and it is always kept with the director of the department." Tony explained.
"And that is?"
"Christina James." Tony replied.
"She is yet to report for the day, but I guess Mark here can get her on phone." Tony said with a wink and Mark's jaw twitched.

Aside the fact that he hates Tony's guts and presence, he hates his existence as a whole and to make matters worse, his involvement with Kimberly was another reason.
Wole's phone rang that moment. "Excuse me for a moment." With this he walked out of the office into an ajoining door.
"We should be friends, you know." Tony broke the silence.
Mark looked at him briefly and looked away angrily.
"I don't think so. I hate you." Mark replied.
"am glad to hear that, but until the government provides another office space for N.A.T.U, you will continue to see me. Deal with it, I will always give reports to you and together we shall device means of approaching problems." Tony explained with a smile. "In that case, expect some unexpected pop ins. I might show in your house on sundays, because our association requires constant physical conversations."
"Can you shut your mouth and quit talking?" Mark said angrily.
"Like right now. I am shutting up." Tony said raising his hands up in defeat. "And to say myself and your wife are friends." He muttered.
From nowhere, Mark landed a heavy punch on his face and dragged him up, slamming his back against the wall.
"Don't bring my wife into this." Mark warned.
"Kimberly." Tony smiled.
Mark tightened the grip he has on his neck.
"What's going on guys?" Wole came rushing out of the ajoining room.
"His blood dey hot." Tony mocked, after Wole had succeeded in seperating them.
"I will frustrate the hell out of you. Every muscle exerted by you shall be met with a smile from me." Tony said calmly.
"Stay away from her." Mark warned before storming out of the office.
"What was that about?" Wole asked.
"The American babe I told you about. She is his wife."

--tbc--

Updates drops before noon. Good morning guys

--continuation--
Deacon James a sixty year old retired civil servant was seated in the balcony of his duplex located in Lekki phase 2. All thanks to his children(Tina and Mayor)
James, a father of two served in the Nigeria civil service for forty years, first as a worker in the Ogun state ministry of Agriculture where he met his beautiful wife, Alice. The marriage went on for many years before they were blessed with a pretty baby Christina and years later, they had the ever handsome looking Mayowa. As the name implies, Mayowa. The birth of Mayowa was said to have brought joy into the family, as Deacon James was made the clerk of the Ogun state house of Assembly. He would later go on to serve as the clerk of the Senate. A position he held for six years, until the brutal Sanni Abacha regime dissolved the legislators.
Thanks to his diligence at work and ability to meet people and become friends with them immediately. James was recommended by the ousted head of interim government, Earnest Shonekan who was overthrown three months after, Ibrahim Babangida installed the interim government. Based on the recommendation, Deacon James would go on to serve as the Permanent secretary of the Ogun state ministry of Agriculture. Even though he was a few years into the job when Christina got pregnant, and since then, the father-daughter relationship has suffered a strain. Efforts by members of the family to bring them back to the same page have proved abortive.
"Good morning dad." Christina greeted.
Deacon James raised his head from the newspaper he was reading.
"Good morning." He replied non challantly.
"Is mummy inside?" She asked. "Yes."
Chris came to a stop on the balcony all smiles.
"Good morning Grandpa." He said.
"Chrisboy. How is you today?" Deacon James asked amidst laughter.
"Am fine sir. I can see you are fine too." Chris replied.
"All thanks to my wife." The old man said. "Have you ever thought of what marriage looks like? Do you think it is fun or a kind of bondage?"
At once, Tina knew her presence was no longer needed. As the two men would soon go deep into their 'boys talk.'
"Chris, I'll be inside." With this, she walked into the living room without another look at her father.
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"Christie dear, you know, sometimes I think you are hiding the truth regarding Christopher's birth and his father." Mrs Alice James broke the silence.
"Mummy, I told you the truth then and I have been tellling you the truth since then. If I had wanted to lie, I would have concealed the pregnancy and let you find out, but I didn't. I told you as soon as I reached an agreement with Daniel and I told you about it immediately." Tina paused. "You asked me to come home immediately so we could make a decision. I couldn't come because of exams then and by the time I did, dad knew about it already and Daniel was out of the country."
Mrs Alice heaved a deep sigh.
"so, what do you suggest that we do?" She asked. "Am sure you know that Chris deserve to know his father."
"Of course, I will tell him, but I want him to be matured a bit. The way he handles the news is very important and whatever decision he makes is very important. As a mother, I can't let my son who I have invested heavily on go on to move in with a father who has never been there." Tina explained.
"You keep talking about maturity. The boy in question is matured than his agemates. And, I don't know how you intend to keep him away for such a long time."
"Mum, you can't understand." Tina said.
"I know I can't understand, but I want you to know that, even if his father forcefully takes him away now. In decades to come, your child will still look for you. Even when his father is not known, the boy is clamouring to know him. That shows that blood is thick and the bond is everlasting. Quit hiding him from his father for your own good." Mrs Alice concluded. "Let's set the table please."
"Not today mum. I am late for work already." Tina replied.
"Its just breakfast. Or is it because of your father?"
"No mum! I'll call you later."
A shadow could be seen lurking outside the kitchen. But aside her parents, no one else lived in the house. Tina waved it off as nothing as she grabbed her handbag abd strolled out of the kitchen.
-- to be continued--

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Jeez! This isn't a romance story! Happily eva after is excluded, so I know #teamIndependentTina.. Daniel should go and jump into into lagoon.... Nice work,Boss!

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--continuation--
"Sweetheart, wait up." Kim called from the door as she fastened the lock and ran towards Mark who was just backing the car out of the compound.
"Madam is going out?" The gateman asked.
"Yeah. Take care of the house." Kim replied without stopping.
Mark opened the passenger door for her and collected her bag to enable her enter the car.
"Thanks." She said.
Mark ignored her and slowly, he droved towards the estate gate.
"This neigbouhood is to quiet for my likening." Kim broke the silence that has takrn over the insides of the car. "I believe a club should be aroud the estate or even an eatery or whatever. It can't just be residential."
Mark hated being talked to while driving, because to him, driving is similar to walking on a dilapidated bridge. Especially on Nigerian roads where you must have seen a pothole hundred of yards away and must have concluded on how to avoid running into it.
"Even the occupants of each houses are not helping matters. I was suprised when you said you don't know your neighbour. Like you have never seen him or something. Everyone to his own, so bad."
"Oh God!" Mark muttered angrily as he blared the horn, even though the gates were wide open.
The journey continued in silence until Kim's phone rang.
"Hello Tony. Good morning." She answered and listened for the next few minutes, laughing more often and chipping in a couple of 'okays' and 'yes.'
"You called me yesterday?" Kim asked.
Mark could hear a distant yes from the other end.
"Around what time?" Kim asked. "Minutes before 8pm?"
Kim gave Mark a I-know-what-you-did look.
"The phone was with Mark then, so, I don't know what he did with it." She said and listen for a few seconds. "He is here too."
The conversation continued until it got to a point where Kim was laughing hysterically, as a result of what Tony was saying.
"Did you say A-a-ta?" She asked.
"Yes, Ata. That's pepper." Tony replied.
It was then it dawned of Mark that his wife was headed to the market days after she arrived Nigeria.
How she is going to cope is left to be seen.
When the laughter continued, Mark angrily switched on the radio and luckily, a yoruba language(which he and his wife couldn't speak nor understand) programme was being aired. He increased the volume and pretended as if it was a coincidence.
A tap from him wife made him reduce the volume, by now, Tina was done with the call.
"What was that about?" She asked.
"What?"
"You knew I was on phone and you switched on the radio." She replied.
"You knew I was here and you were discussing with another man as if I don't exist." Mark imagined himself saying.
"Are you jealous?" He knew the next question from Kim would look like this.
"Why should I be?" He knew he was going to deny it.
"Better don't be, because while you were seeing Tina, I didn't complain." Talk about vengeance, Kim could be brutal with it.
"Whatever." He knew she would win if the conversation was to go in that stead.
Even though he was jealous, he dare not say it out, afterall, he was guilty of giving attention to a woman apart from his wife.
"But there is nothing going between Tina and I." He thought.
"There might be nothing going between Kim and Tony too." A voice in his subconscious replied.
"So, here is a supermarket where you can get the basic things you need. The market women might not understand you and you don't understand their language." Mark said driving into a supermarket.
"I want the open market. I learnt they sell fresh foodstuffs." Kim replied.
"Who told you?" Mark asked.
"Tony."
Mark didn't know when he screamed. "Tony again? Will he run our home for us? Am sure your going to the market today was all his idea and advice."
Kim ignored him. "He said there is a market somewhere around. Let me call and ask him."
Mark hissed as he backed out of the supermarket.
"I know what to do." He muttered.

--to be continued--

--continuation--
The time was 7:30am and Tina just finished dressing up for the day's work. She walked into the living room where Chris was disconnecting his video game from the television and putting it in a bag, as well as arranging his game discs into the disc case.
"Are you set?" She asked as she grabbed her handbag, as well as a travelling bag.
Just that moment, Chris decided to go numb and he stopped whatever he was doing before his mother came in. He left his hand hanging as he stared into space.
"Chris." Tina called.
She shook her head in anger. "Chris!" She called, this time with a high pitched angry tone, but Chris remain unperturbed. This act of his forced Tina to move closer to him fearfully thinking Chris has been electrocuted, but after tapping him four to five times, the little boy blinked and cleared his throat.
She heaved a sigh of relieve. "What happened to you?" She asked.
Chris zipped his bag, hung it accross his shoulder. "I was in the spirit."
"And?" Tina asked playfully.
"The spirit sends their greeting. They said, I will be getting a younger sister soon." With this, Chris grabbed his schoolbag which was on a couch nearby and ran out of the house.
The only topic his mother hate discussing and at the same time loved discussing was the issue of having another child. Everytime Christopher says something about having a younger sister, his mother will take out time to explain to him the reason why he can not have a kid sister. And today was one of such days, only that he wasn't in the mood for lengthy talks.
Five minutes into their journey, Chris switched on the car radio and searched for a music station and almost immediately, the radio went silent. He gave his mother a pained stare, but it did nothing to soften his mother's heart.
"Won't you talk to me?" Tina asked. "You would rather listen to the radio. The presenters who don't know you."
"What's the essence of this?" Chris asked moments later.
"Essence of what?" Tina replied.
"Just yesterday you were promising heaven and earth. You said you will always be there for me, and overnight, you concluded that nothing can be good for me except I move to live with Grandma and Grandpa. Is that how to be there for me?"
"Don't you talk to me like that. I am your mother and I know what is good for you. I can't leave you alone at home, your school is on break for the next two weeks when your exam starts, and I can't take to work, to avoid a repeat of what happened yesterday. The best thing is to take you to a relative where I am confident of your safety."
"Then take me to Uncle Mayor." Chris snapped.
"No, I can't." Tina replied.
"Why?"
"Mayor is a bachelor, he lives with a couple of guys who drinks and smokes. Such environment is not good for you. Mayor has no idea of how to bring up a child or creating an environment for a growing child." Tina explained.
"Then why Grandma's place and not anywhere else?"
"These are my parents. They are the only family I can point at after Mayor." Tina replied.
"Can't I go to my father's house?"
"What?" Tina matched the break suddenly bringing the car to a sudden stop, which earned her curses from other motorists.
"Assuming I know my father or you are in good terms with him, I would have gone there and spend the two weeks getting to know him. Not like Grandma's place in Lekki where all those rich spoilt kids live."
Tina stared at her son coldly.
"I know that look mum, did I say anything hurtful? Are you angry?" He asked.
Tina ignored his question and swung the car back to the road.
"And I don't like how grandpa treats you. You obviously don't have a good relationship with grandpa. He looks at you as if..... I don't know."
Tina smiled, even though, deep down, she was hurt.

--to be continued--

--continuation--
Mark walked into his house after a very stressful day at work. His shirt had its first two buttons loosed, his tie hanging loosely on his neck as he tiredly slumped unto a nearby couch. The living room was dark as a result of power outage, and the other non electric source of light in the house was a rechargeable lamp he bought days ago. He could see the rays of light from the kitchen, which means only one thing, Kimberly was frying as usual.
Since he came into the country months ago, he had fallen in love with a couple of Nigeria foods, even though he misses his favourite courses of meal in the states. As a man who had little or no time for preparing breakfast before leaving for work, he had a restaurant where he was well known as the only American customer who loved his food served hot, if possible, his drinks. Since he developed special likess for Nigerian food, he realised that all he was used to eating back in America were all fries. No matter how little, a certain percentage of oil would be found in their meals, but here in Nigeria, some foods are cooked without addition of oil or being fried. And even if there were oil, they are in smaller quantity when measured againt that of America, and his wife being an American, she does more frying than cooking.
"sweetheart is that you?" Kim's voice came from the kitchen.
"Why not check to be sure." Mark replied.
Kim walked towards him with the lamp in her hand.
"Welcome." She planted a kiss on his lips. "How was work? I tried you cell but it was off. The attack, hope no one died?" She asked, even though she secretely prayed that her problem(Tina) should die in the blast.
"The death toll isn't much, but its painful." Mark replied.
"We'll talk about it later." She kissed him once again as she stood up and made for the kitchen.
"Are you going to leave me in the dark?" Mark asked.
"Well, there is only one lamp. You should join me in the kitchen if you can't stay in the dark."
"Am tired." He complained. "I will tell the gateman to switch on the generator." He added.
"Good idea!" Kim lauded. "Maybe you should use the torch on my phone until then." she dropped her phone on the couch beside him.
Mark watched as his wife returned to the kitchen. He wondered how she quickly adapted to living in Nigeria. Despite the fact that she came from a country where power outage 'has never been' recorded into a country where, barely a week after her arrival, a massive outage was recorded. Even he himself couldn't talk about adapting to the conditions, but he believed he is better off his wife.
Suddenly, her phone started ringing,
"You have a call." He screamed.
"Answer for me please, or who is the caller?" Kim replied.
Mark picked up the phone to check who the caller was.
He expected the caller to be his mother or any of Kim's American friends, since she just arrived Nigeria, and he wasn't expecting her to have made friends within the space of five days. But the reverse was the case, staring at him boldy was the name, Tony.
"Who is Tony?" He asked himself, especially when she saw a (+234) Nigeria's dialling code preceding the phone number.
"The airport guy." His subconscious reminded him.
"Honey, who is it?" Kim asked innocently.
"Its nobody." Mark replied.
"I should call Tina." He muttered as he grabbed his phone and that of his wife(his source of light) and made for the bedroom.
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He walked out of the bathroom drying his hair in the process, after a torrid day at work. The N.A.T.U headquarters was attacked by terrorist and he has since been saddled with the responsibility of investigating the perpetrators of the act.
Now, the N.A.T.U and FBI have kind of been brought together to be one agency and he was particularly happy because he would get a more reduced workload.
"I should call Christina." He thought.
He dropped the phone he was holding beside his second phone which vibrated almost immediately. A new message displayed on the screen.
FROM DANNY LOVATO. his heart skipped a beat as he made to read the message.

--to be continued--

CHAPTER 15
General John-Paul looked at the wall clock and subsequently stared at his wristwatch, his lips moving as he stared hard at the digital device, as if speaking to it. He angrily picked up the intercom and made a call.
"Hello Tee." He said to the secretary to the GOC's office at the defence headquarters.
"Hello General." A female voice replied.
"Are you capable of this job anymore? Its like you are leaving some assignments undone." He asked.
The lady laughed at the other end. Even though no one dared laugh when General John-Paul is speaking seriously, but talk about efficiency and extra favours, Tee clearly represents that.
Aside doing an A⁺ job, Tee also gives sexual sessions to her boss which has over the years made her one of the most powerful secretaries in the defence headquarters. An order from Lady Tee as she was fondly called is an order from John-Paul. And failure to comply could as well mean readiness to 'frog jump' from Maryland to Ikeja.
"I have been your secretary for three years, you even confessed that I am better than the last five you've had, so why will I misbehave now?" She asked.
"Is that so? Okay... Mention at least five assignments I have delegated unto you today."
"For the records, you haven't delegated up to five assignments to me, except you want to count my visit to your bank and overnight dealing with the IG. But considering the other three, I was at the N.U.R.T.W secretariat to pick up your monthly allocation, then you asked me to put a call through to a certain Christina James of N.A.T.U, asking that she meets you here by eleven....."
He cuts in...."Okay, okay. So, what do you think is delaying Christina?"
"I can't speak for her cos I don't even know her, but if the recent turn of event is anything to go by, then I'll say she was held up as a result of the attack on the N.A.T.U headquarters."
Immediately he heard that, his head went into a pause and all he could think of was Danny Lovato's involvement.
"When Danny knew he'll be blowing N.A.T.U, why did he still ask me to get Tina's head?" He wondered aloud.
"You said what?" Tee asked.
"Never mind, forward Christina James number." He hung up.
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"Mum, so how did you say you meet or get to know Daniel Martins?" Chris asked as collected a cup of tea from his mother.
"Is that important now?" Tina who sensed that her son was trying to play a fast one on her. Probably because he already asked Daniel the same question which he answered, and he was now asking her, hoping that she says something different from her.
"I just want to know." Chris replied as he took the tea cup closer to his lips and immediately dropped it, the cup came shattering on the floor.
"Did you just break another cup? The fourth in this month?" Tina asked angrily.
"The tea is hotter than I expected." Chris replied.
Tina couldn't help but laugh. "Were you expecting something cold?"
"No, but not as hot as this. And moreso, you are drinking yours as if nothing is wrong."
"Even though you are smart, this is where age come to play. I am wiser than you, so I know how to drink without taking when its too hot." Tina replied with pride.
"Oh! I see. Lemme go look for a mop." With this he stood up and made his way out of the living room.
"You know, you shoulndn't bother. I'll do it... Ouch!" She stiffled a scream.
"What?" Chris turned back immediately to see his mother setting her cup on a stool. "Hot?" He laughed.
"No, I bit my tongue." She replied.
"You bit your tongue while drinking...." He laughed as he ran out of the living room.
"Naughty boy." Tina thought. She was all smiles as she imagined how happy and entertained she was around Chris. Life without him would make her loose her mind. She frowned at the thought. Having to see him been in a father-son relationship with Daniel scared her. She wasn't willing to share her son with anybody else, at least, not with a father who has never been there.
"Am I being selfish?" She asked herself.
"No." a voice in her subconscious replied, which was all the conviction she needed to make fresh vows concerning shielding away Chris from Daniel for as long as possible, at least, until he is eighteen.
"He will move over to Grandma's by month end and once N.A.T.U is able to get rid of Danny Lovato, I will relocate with my son. Probably to the UK." This seemed a perfect plan.
Her ringing phone brought her out of her reverie. "Christina James." She said on picking up.
"Hello Agent Christie, this is General John-Paul. Does that ring a bell?"
"Oh! Good afternoon sir." She greeted.
"Yeah, afternoon. I was wondering why you still haven't showed up or called to say you won't be honouring the meeting."
"Am sorry sir. You see, I was on my way when I recied a call that N.A.T.U is
under heavy attack, therefore I had to turn back." Tina explained.
"So, where are you now?"
"Actually, my son was kind of affected by the attack. I am home attending to him."
"Sorry about that." John-Paul said.
"Thank you sir."
"Can you send your address to me? So we could talk?" He asked.
"Am sorry sir, but my son won't be too comfortable with that." Tina replied.
"So, that means, I won't get to discuss with you. Its an issue of National security." He said.
"Am sorry sir. Maybe some other time." Tina said.
"Okay.... I'll call you some other time."
"All right sir." The line went dead.
Tina raised her head to see Chris smiling at the entrance ajoining the living room and the dinning room.
"What was that about?" He asked. "And thank God you know I won't be comfortable with anybody around." He added.
"I know what you like and what you don't." Tina smiled.
"That's why I am Chris and you are Chris too." Chris laughed and he high-fived his mother amidst laughter.
No wonder friends(Clara ) closer to mother and son once described them as siblings.
--to be continued--

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