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prettydiva89:
i cant help but cry at the epilogue,its so touching....
All thanks to God i saw the beginning and the end of this story...
Oga D9TY7 when is a new one starting

Lets finish THE THOMAS first.

Bluestarry:
sorry for quoting.
with the power vested upon me, i command you...yes you... You d9t7, i command you to open a thread and kick start the story now now now or else * removes my catapult* do you want this to blow out your balls?

Thug!

[b]AND FOR THE FACT THAT WE HAVE SPENT A LOT OF TIME TOGETHER, FIVE MONTHS. WALAHI, BABY WEY DEM BORN THAT TIME GO DON BEGIN DEY WALK. LOL
I HAVE DECIDED TO DROP THE TITLE OF MY NEXT STORY HERE. I KNOW IT WILL BE A HUGE SUCCESS, ANOTHER CRIME STORY, BUT WITH A SAD ENDING. YOU GUYS HAVE THE POWER TO MAKE IT SUCCESSFUL.
IT IS ALSO A VERY LONG STORY, BUT AND I HOPE IT WILL BE BIGGER AND BETTER THAN ALL IN A CIRCLE, PROVIDED YOU GUYS LOVE IT.
IT IS TITLED: 1985.... 1987.... 2014¤¤(A crime story)
The title looks somehow abi? Walahi, I don think but no title came and I decided to do something diffrent by using the dates in the story.
About the story;
In 1985, there was a war between the three major ethnic groups in Nigeria. A major character during the war was Colonel Mark Anthony and after the war in 1987, there was a millitary coup where Mark became the millitary vice president and a few months later, his government was toppled in another coup. His family was displaced, he became a living ghost. He went on facial disguise, and in 2014, many years after Nigeria began practicing democracy, he announced his presence in disguise just the way Chief Obi Patrick did in All in a circle.
An American detective was paid to help Nigeria end terrorism and he worked with a top female Nigerian detective.
Did they succeed?
Just what you are thinking. Did they fall in love?
Where did it all lead them?
How did it all end?
This story can make you shed tears, so, know what you are in for.
That's just the story in brief.
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What was I thinking? I didn't include our mummy, Omotalkie.
She gave birth to an all in a circle baby. Did you see the girl's picture? She is cute.
And when the girl grows up, make sure she reads this story. Tell her, this story was written when she was born, so she should respect the story. Lol.
You are indeed a big sister.
To those who celebrated their birthdays when this story was on, Fareedha, Mehrigold, Adewealth027 and others. Also, another reader of this story became a grduate when this story was on, Handie, a bigger you I pray.
You guys are just too numerous to mention. Walahi

Good morning guys, you know what? I am missing you all already. And I very much appreciate all the comments, and that person comparing me to Dan Brown. Aish! Tho I have never read any of his books, but hey! I am just starting.
And to those whose names I forgot to mention their names, no vex na.
ThaRuthlxx7- You know sey you offend me sha. All the things you did to Adeh. I go arrest you, na small e remain.
Uthman51 is another long time follower of my story. Abeg, fourteen years no be joke o. I give you the permission, instead of kissing me, why not kiss Shankies215?
Seunviju- I for remember you name o, but you offend me big time. Since this story started, you are always with a bottle of viju milk everyday and you never for once gave me one teaspoonful. But its all good sha, I go forgive you for you do not know what you are doing.
Scholesjnr- See you in the champions league next season. Man utd must sign you.
Busyinks- Thanks.
Bigwig97- Your story still dey run?
Fam24- I appreciate. The Thomas will resume on monday.
Edipee- Its nice having you from the start till the end.
Donpoker9- You be baba.
Donkaz, Lordkayy, Pharmfonex.
Niwdog is another loyal follower of the story, right from the start, but he suddenly went missing. I no forget you bro, you are well appreciated. A blessing from God to mankind.
I am also using this opportunity to thank my friends who joined Nairaland because d9ty7(a very good friend of theirs) is posting his stories here. They actually came to mock me, but God disappointed them. lol
Rahma26, Jornson, Mhot42 and others who refused to tell me their usernames.
Most importantly, Emzypaz, the biggest character builder ever liveth.
Also, my big time gf...*winks. She stopped reading both on paper and Nairaland the moment Tolani died. She bears Tolani and that explains it. If I write another story and there is a Tolani in there, she would die!
Lastly I give it to the guests, I don't know them but their presence were felt. Almost 200,000 views, almost 200pages. Omo! This one na record o.
There is also a MMA22, you are the best.
I love you all.

[b]Just like my mum would say, the only thing that has no end is that thing that is yet to start and today I understood the meaning of that short quote. God bless you mum for asking God to give you a boy who can play football, play tennis, talk actively in politics, both home and foreign, the serious minded boy and above all, the boy who writes.
When I started this story on the 19th of April and I finished the writing in the 16th of June all thanks to my laziness, I told Emzypaz I would like to share this story on Nairaland and he was like "don't spoil your reputation as one of the writers who always complete their stories."
I went ahead and started posting the story and for the first time in over a year that I started posting on Nairaland, there was no day or minute that I felt discouraged all thanks to the readers.
I will say a quick shoutout to some readers here and please, please and please, if I didn't mention your name, just know that I am human and I can't possibly remember the over 100guys whom I met all thanks to this story.
Kingphilip- A long time Nairaland friend. We go meet one day, abi no be so?
Lilyomi- A very good friend I guess. We met here on this thread, met once again in the whatsapp group created and today, she is one of my very few friends.
Tenajtek- I will personally expose you here. I can no longer keep this secret. She personally sponsored this story by giving me a substantial amount of money(recharge card worth) and I was able to subscribe for two straight months. Thank you very much Ma.
Vibra- I don't know what to say. You are just the best, phone calls, messages, chats, she is just wonderful.
Tecno4life- This guy sabi talk. I pray he won't be beaten one day cos of that. You are just wonderful.
Onemansquad, Bluestarry, Stuff46, Bdabuwa: They make use laugh in our whatsapp group. Did I tell you they are thugs? With the exception of Bdabuwa. They all have guns and catapult.
Profsomebody, Crownfullhouse, Hamzatseyi, kolynz, Ajaxtea, Digriz, Vickchi, Rantex1, Alabig, Shebarh, Loabb22, donphill, Bossricky, Zimoni, tfabu, Rounakid, Okalo, omololamide- I love you guys.
Adeh39 and Adeola-Adewealth027: My Whatsapp and nairaland sweethearts respectively. I am very lucky, two Ades.
Flakeey- Confirmed analyst, she will always talk about every major characters in every comment of hers.
Mariamferanmi- You know na. One of the best, both Nairaland and whatsapp same with Shankies215.
Florjay, Temmyluv20, Tuprety- You guys are just wonderful.
Emmabest2000- A critic who doesn't want favouritism. He wants every character to be treated equally. Bros, I must confess, mesef I love some characters jare.
Kocvalour- At one point I felt like arresting this guy or sending Danger-kelv to him. He criticises me like I am a James Hadley Chase. He would say it point blank, this shouldn't be and I will be like "this one pass my brain o." But all thanks to you, I have become a better writer, don't mind those fim tricks.
Labaski- At some point, she felt like I had forgotten her, but she is still on my mind like one of our very amiable super-moderators, 'mynd.' Thank you ma.
Toykathy- She made me take a decision which till today I am still very grateful for. The decision actually made me understand some things, I was able to rub shoulders with the best writers around here. She made me join the 2014 Nairaland writers collaboration.
I really wanted to mention you all, but hey I am not a computer, but be rest assured that I will go over every page and mention you all before the end of the week.
Codedbaby and MhizEnkay- They both thought my not replying their comments was intentional, but its not really my fault. Too much comments. You guys are wonderful.
Meeting you guys was the best thing that happened to me online in 2014 and even January 2015. Don't forget that while we were together, I won the best writer for the month of september, #5,000 cash prize. I won the regular updater of the month in November and December, recharge card prize, but while we were together, All in a circle was voted as the 3rd best story, crime and Actions in 2014. You no try o. While we were together, I was voted the LITERATURE- person of the year 2014, OBAGO!
So many things happened while we were together and I am glad that I met you all.
Worthy mentions; LarrySun, Divepen, AudreyTimms, Chistar01, TemitopeDaniel, Kingzpen, Flakkydagirl, Dyoungstar and others.
The writers who broke into the scene late in 2014, Thronekid, Touchmeder, Kinwayne, Fembleez1(Nairaland Grammarian), Touchmeder and a few others, please make the year 2015 a great one, I just wanna read all through.
Am I mad? I forgot to mention Fatalveli the bad guy whom I hold in high esteem.
Also, Harjibola10, he is not a reader, but he is someone who mentions d9ty7 a lot. He thinks d9ty7 is a big man who writes, but unknown to him, D9ty7 is just one small boy.
I hope we can do this some other time![/b]
Abeg no quote this post o.

--*--
Ngozi pushed Clement's wheelchair into the departures lounge at the Murtala international airport, Ikeja, Lagos a few days after everybody who were part of the struggle against terrorism were decorated and had titles conferred on them, by both local and international instituation. The nobel peace prize was given to Inspector Clement as he was also given a special send off party after his voluntary retirement from the force and Ngozi, and Sergeant Mike were both given the nobel peace prize too, but the second order after they had both left the force based on medical and personal issues. Its over a month now that Mike has been flown to philadelphia to undergo a surgery in his heart the bill footed by the Nigerian government, while Clement was also on his way to the United states of America alongside his mother to join up with Dolapo and his daughter, Amanda.
Mrs Alice Obi Patrick was a few steps ahead of them, because, the thought of travelling to America was causing goose pimple on her face, he other son Kelvin was sentenced to fifteen years inprisonment in the United states after the world domineering country helped Nigeria discharge its Judicial duty. She just hoped she won't set her eyes on Kelvin for the rest of her life because such a son was not even qualified to be a prodigal son, by the time he was released, he would have been indoctrinated into the US army.
While Mrs Alice was sitting down in the air conditioned hall where other travellers were, Clement was sitting on his wheel chair which Ngozi bending down beside him.
"I'll sure miss you." She said as tears ran down her cheeks.
"Same here." He replied trying to conceal his sadness with a smile which he was doing a bad job at.
And with the event of the past month where Ngozi professed her love for Clement and her desire to settle down with him, Clement clearly made her understand that, even if they got married, they won't be able to have any more kids which Ngozi claimed that since they had Amanda, she is satisfied, even if she is not the bilogical mother.
"And I will always remember you as the best friend and the only person who took me through a lot and taught me so many things." She stammered.
"I love you." She said and moved her face towards his.
"I love you too." They locked lips and several other travellers were clapping and taking pictures.
Just then their flight was announced.
"Victoria will be out in five months, please do me a favour of picking her up from the prison and making her feel settled down. I will make someone process her travelling papers so she can move over to the US." He explained.
"And please, Ngo, remain strong. You have a very bright future, don't be distracted, the right man will come." This time, he couldn't help it as he bursted into tears.
Mrs Alice seeing that they are causing a scene quickly intervened.
"My dear, thank you very much, I will forever be grateful for all you did for us. And please, do everything he asked you to. Try and pick Victoria up when she gets out. Its nice meeting you." She said hugging a weeping Ngozi.
She gave Clement one last kiss on the lips for the last time before she turned back to leave. After covering a little distance, she turned back.
"My regards to Dolapo and little Amanda."
Ten minutes later, the American bound Arik airline took off from the shores of Nigeria and Clement had every reason to look forward to seeing his daughter and his return to the country where he was trained extensively to become a policeman which landed him in his current health state. There is no point crying over spilt milk, afterall HE LOVED HIS JOB.

~THE END

EPILOGUE
Since Sylvester has been arrested and detained a week ago, there had been calls from the Canadian government calling for his deportation so he can face trial in his home country or better still put as his adopted country. He was a Nigerian born of Nigerian parents, but was born and brought up in Canada which automatically qualifies him as a card carrying member and the citizen of the country. The Canadian authority where Sylvester worked as a FBI before a treaty was signed between the two nations that allowed experts between FBI-Nigeria and FBI-Canada to move freely between the two countries to share ideas. And naturally, Sylvester decided to visit Nigeria during his holidays and a day before his scheduled return, the Nigerian authority called on the Canadian security council to extend his holidays to enable him work with the Nigeria police in their fight against terrorism.
The Nigeria's defence minister had already succumbed to the call and he gave the orders that Sylvester be released, but the powers that be, the highly rated officers in the force like detective Ngozi now turned Inspector Ngozi whom after her triumph at bringing down Danger-kelv cited some rules in the constitution which qualifies Sylvester as a citizen of Nigeria and therefore, she refused to grant the request of the government. This prompted the Canadian authority to charge Nigeria to the international court of Justice and as a result of this issue, all diplomatic relationship between the two countries were broken, Nigerians living in Canada were deported and vice versa, after which any Nigerian airline are not allowed to touchdown in any Canadian airport and vice versa. This infuriated the minister who called for the immediate dismissal of Ngozi from the force, but the quick intervention from the President ordered that Ngozi be reinstated, but the young lady hounourably tendered her resignation letter and the ICJ confirmed that the same right that Canada has over Sylvester is equal to that of Nigeria. And since he committed the offence in Nigeria as a Nigerian, he deserved to be tried on Nigerian soil, but the Nigerian government may decide to let him go to Canada and serve his jail term, that's between the two countries.
And Sylvester would be tried before a High court in Lagos the following day.
Even though, he was allowed to enjoy some privilledges which he ought not to, the first was that, he was locked the same way he was arrested, nothing was collected from him except his belt, he was allowed to keep everything else except his mobile phone. He was placed in a cell that some hardened criminals will regard as home away from home.
The white box given to him by Becky was still in his pocket and now, he was going to rip it open and nothing will happen, afterall, no one is interested in what it represents.
He waited for a while and when a young coporal came around to serve him his food, Sylvester requested for a knife which after hesitation was given to him.
The officer stood at a distance watching him place the knife somewhere in the middle of the box and with the right amound of pressure exerted, it ripped open and as if it has been compressed, a whitish substance flew out like dust and inhaling the substance, was enough reason for him to start coughing after which in two minutes he was bleeding from the nose and before medical help could arrive, he was dead already, same with the officer who gave him the knife.
The aftermath of that event was unknown except that the Canadian authorities sent a private aircraft to Nigeria which was used to transport Sylvester's corpse, with two delegates from the ministry of defence joined with the Nigerian ambassador to Canada graced his burial.
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--continuation--
Ngozi was seated with Sylvester standing beside Clement's bed inside the hospital ward.
"How are you feeling now?" She asked.
Clement smiled, his body was draped in bandages all over, the neck, his legs, his hands and even around his waist, while the doctors said he would be fine as every wound and dislocated body parts would heal within a matter of weeks, major concern was his spinal cord which the doctors couldn't place the exact thing that was wrong with it. According to the tests carried out on him, it was revealed that his spinal cord was still intact, unharmed, unaffected, but lifeless, they claimed blood isn't flowing through it as it ought to, and the effect of that could be temporary or permanent paralysis.
According to the doctors, they said he needed to be flown abroad for further treatment on his back region, but the likelyhood of he using his legs is quite slim. While he could stand on his legs for twenty minutes, he couldn't just take two quick steps which automatically ruled out walking in the list of natural things he could do.
"I am getting much better." He replied glancing at Sylvester who beamed at him.
"What did the doctors say? I mean, is there anything new?" She asked.
Clement went silent for a while, his mind drifting into very serious thoughts. He could't have imagined himself in a situation like this in his life, even as a kid, no one houvered over him looking after his health or whatever, but now as an adult, everyone is pitying him.
"I was suprised to see Tobiloba yesterday. You know, he actually did a lot for me when I was fighting off dad's security details." He began expertly changing the topic.
"But I thought you two would be coming together, you know, since yesterday was sunday."
While everyone is trying to play a game that favours him/her, Clement wanted changed the topic from the one that hurts his heart, but unknown to him, he ended up bringing up a topic that also hurts Ngozi's heart.
"We are off." She replied with a sad smile.
"You are joking right?"
"Not at all. Its all for the best." She said, the sad smile still on her face.
"What kind of best is that?..."
"Shhhhhh. We'll talk about it later. What will you like to have? Tea? Or something edible?" She said.
Just then the door into the office opened and Clement's doctor who over the months had become his friend. The first time they met, he was the one who treated his gunshot wound, he once again treated Ngozi's wound, she treated late Tolani(Dolapo's friend) and also Dolapo, when she passed out as a result of shock.
"Mr Clement, a certian Kelvin claims he wants to see you, can I let him in?" Doctor Kolade asked.
Clement exchanged looks with Ngozi and Sylvester probably asking for what to say.
"Sure." Ngozi replied.
And a minute later, five policemen led Kelvin who was cuffed both in the arm and legs into the ward.
"Hey, strong chap." He greeted stodding off towards the bed while the police officers ran after him.
"Leave him, he can't do anything." Clement said and the policemen retreated.
"I thought you had died, I learnt you dropped from heaven. How was the dive?" Kelvin asked.
"I bet you don't want to know how it was. You'll soon be embarking on a journey to heaven." Clement replied and closed his eyes. The thought of his only brother loosing his life is disturbing.
"You know its impossible, dad will pull strings, I'll be out before you know it." He bragged.
"Only a free man can save you. Dad is in custody." Clement replied.
Everyone in the room kept quiet, they allowed the two brothers to talk because anyone trying to interfere will only make things worse on Clement's part. Psycologically, he is unstable. The thoughts of his father and brother going to prison or being sentenced to death is disturbing.
Kelvin opened his mouth but no word came out. He wanted to scream, or even hit someone, but he couldn't, he was dumb that moment as his eyes travelled round the room.
"Ah ah! I will die afterall, but I achieved quite a lot of things. I killed my brother's wife, I fvcked the sexy officer sitting by my right, I killed many policemen, I worked with many policemen." He said proudly.
Ngozi shifted uncomfortably on her chair.
"I am prepared to die. Provided he would go with me." He said pointing to Sylvester.
"Get him out of here, he is loosing his mind." Sylvester said nervously.
"He is a mole, we worked together for quite a long time. He sold the police force out." Kelvin said and at once he walked to the exit as if under control.
Sylvester trembled as he moved backwards until his back was touching the wall.
"I think I will just leave." He stammered.
"Most definitely, but first..." Ngozi replied removing the ever present pair of cuffs attached to the belt hole of her jean trouser.

--to be continued--

--continuation--
Activities were burstling around the police headquarters as police officers celebrated their victory over terrorism. The months of struggle is finally over, same with the months of security unrest.
The state governor, the acting president, the minister of Defence, the Director General of every security angencies, well meaning Nigerians had called the Lagos state police command to congratulate them for their success in the last one hour and Ngozi who could well be placed as the only officer who didn't suffer much injury except a headache which she felt at the end of everything, but in terms of internal injury, she suffered the most, she was the only one who was thrown off a staircase as a result of an electric shock which surge through her body, even though she told no one about it, not even the medical teams. She just didn't want to visit the hospital and her wish came to fruition. She was presently overseeing the affairs in the headquarter and in the last one hour, she had spoke with people whom she never thought she would see from a distance, not to talk of speaking to them and introducing herself to them. And the part which got her giggling was when she introduced herself to the President.
"Detective Ngozi! I heard about your heroic deeds. I must say congratulations and you are beautiful too."
And all her life, she had never seen things done this way and even if there is a major even in a country that required congratulating the country as a whole, the president of such country is the ideal recipient of such calls. Even though Ngozi didn't recieve calls from other world leaders which was what said it all that world leaders will call the president who must have spoken to those involved in the events.
Sylvester walked into the office which shared by about six officers out of which two were dead now.
"Hey." Ngozi said immediately Sylvester sat on Mike's table.
"Whatsup?"
"Nothing much, so many calls." She replied.
Sylvester only smiled in return and started checking books on Mike's table as if he lost something.
"So, how is Clement?" Ngozi asked since she knew that Sylvester has also been in the hospital with the others.
"He'll be fine, I think he broke a few bones, but they'll mend it." He replied.
The reply was not convincing enough, but she couldn't press any further.
"Chances of Mike making it?" She asked when she realised that she is on the verge of loosing another colleague.
"Um, well, we don't know for now. We just hope he makes it." Sylvester replied.
A minute later, Sylvester was up and was heading to the door.
"Ngozi, I love you." He said.
Ngozi was not only suprised but scared at the same time. The reason she couldn't explain.
And before she knew it, he was moving towards her table. Her mouth had ran dry, she couldn't tall him to back off, she didn't want to kiss him, she didn't know the exact thing that was going on.
The next second, he was holding her hands and slowly, he brought down his face on hers and his lips enveloped hers.
After what seemed like hours, she was loosing her breathe and she wanted to push him away when the door opened and Tobiloba stood at the door with an expressionless face.
"Oh my God!" Ngozi exclaimed pushing Sylvester away angrily, as tears welled up in her eyes.
"Mr Sylvester right?" He asked calmly.
"Yes." Sylvester replied.
"Congratulations on the recent success." He said shaking hands with Sylvester.
"And if you'll please excuse us."
"Sure." Sylvester replied and walked out.
When he had shut the door, Tobiloba looked at Ngozi from head to toe, as if trying to see something strange.
"Hi." She greeted.
"Can I sit?" He asked.
"Sure." She replied.
After a minute of silence, Tobiloba broke the silence.
"You know, I have tried to get accross to Clement after I helped him call the nigerian Navy, and I have been to the hospital, I was denied entry." He began.
Ngozi was suprised at what he was saying.
"What Nigerian Navy?" She asked.
"He asked me to call them. He explained his predicament to me about being hooled up inside his Dad's residence with so many security outside. So I had to call the School of aviation where they sent the naval officers the address and they went to rescue him." He explained.
Ngozi was proud, even the police who handled the gun in fighting terrorism didn't do as much as the young man before her who pulled strings from his room.
After about thirty minutes of discussion and recounting her ordeals, Tobiloba announce his departure.
Ngozi wanted to apologize about the scene he met when he entered the office thirty five minutes ago.
"Ngozi, I can no longer continue with this relationship of ours." He announced before walking out.
Three weeks to their wedding?

--to be continued--

--continuation--
"There is a bomb in the building, get off there fast." Ngozi screamed her lungs out but Clement couldn't hear her.
The more she tried to make him understand her message, the more it turned as if she wasn't saying anything meaningful at all. All hell was let loose when Clement decided to return into the building so he can join them outside and just then the helicopter came hovering over his head, a few steps overheard, but still at arms length.
"Inspector Clement sir, there is bomb implanted in the building and...."
And just as if he had been waiting for the helicopter or the message relayed to him, he flung himself forward and held unto the base of the chopper which hurtled away as fast as possible from the building.
But, in ten seconds a Jet will cover a certain distance double of what an aeroplane would cover in the space of ten seconds which is double of what a helicopter will cover. A naval officer while describing a chopper described it as a noise generating aircraft. Even if the chopper can't move as fast the aeroplane or the Jet, it could generate a noise that even if an external speaker was attached to the other two aircrafts, it doesn't make any difference.
Just when the chopper left the building top and was hurrying to land somewhere outside the compound, the bomb went off, the four storeyed building collapsed, the noise generated as a result of the blast overcame the noise emeanting from the chopper. If it were to be a single blast, the outcome wouldn't be as bad as this, but a blast in each floor just showed how much desperate these terrorists were.
Clement as a result of the noise lost his balance, his hand slipped from the hanging he held on to, and from quite a distance, he came crashing to the ground like an unactivated missile which was released but ended up landing on the ground like a stone.
"Uh!" Everyone murmmured.
The journalist outside the building has been barred from moving anywhere near the police because their desperation to get stories written on the issue beclouded their reasoning. Regardless of the fact that Ngozi, the only lady in the police team explained to them that there was still an officer inside the building and a bomb threatens to go off in minutes, the journalist still did like it is not important, they still pressed on and Ngozi who was the only officer that gave them listening ears or decided to answer their questions went bersek as she ordered them to move backwards and towards the entry into the forest. But even if they had been embarrassed, the little they were opportuned to cover was enough to make them rich. Not in the history of a country like Nigeria had anybody recorded a live bomblast, how it went of and the build up to it, the commonest thing is just the aftermath of the blast, but in this scenario, about fifteen journalists, both freelance and the contracted ones were able to cover the blast, just the way it went off.
"Clement." Ngozi had already broken free and was running in particularly no direction, even though she knew Clement dropped to the ground somewhere beside the building.
The other members of the police force were racing after her, even the injured ones felt no pain that moment, all they felt was Clement's pain. They didn't care about their own present state, the care about Clement's survival.
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Kelvin finished changing his clothes and crouched to the entrance of the pipe where he could see the police running up and down, he had heard a blast and he knew from where it had come from, but the reason why the police were showing their talents in athletics is best known to them.
He returned into the pipe and faced Mike with his gun pointed at him.
Mike struggled even with the ropes still tied around his body and the tape still draped tightly over his mouth, he was still pleading with his mind even though Kelvin could not hear.
"I'll kill you, but at the same time I will not. But I will drop you somewhere conspicous where your colleagues would be able to find you.
Kelvin thought about his chances, he knew he is unstoppable, he has always been unstoppable, therefore, if he had single-handedly brought down Khal corp, then this shouldn't be a difficult task.
He released a quick and silent shot on Mike chest and after three seconds, he dragged him out of the pipe and place him just at the entrance in such a way that only a careful observer would see him.
"You are under arrest." A familiar female voice said from behind as he made to leave the scene back into the pipe where he would crouch to the other exit that leads to the other side of the forest.
Kelvin considered his chances, if he could just turn back swiftly and take out Ngozi, he would be free. And as if reading his mind, Ngozi released a loud and defeaning shot to his right leg and that was it, his gun fell off and he lost balance.

--to be continued--

kocvalour:
clement, sly, Ngo all alive.. one has to give way nih.. or two




Kelvin still the main man

Is that all you crave for? One of them just have to die abi?
Well, me I won't be a party to killing someone who just achieved his dreams.

Good morning guys. In case you don't know, I have just one more update to type which is the epilogue, after which we draw the curtain.
Hope y'all slept well sha?

Divepen and kidnapp. Me I won't talk o.
Oga boss, abeg come start this thing before I vex o. I am almost through with my story and while I am on break, I won't mind reading stories like this.

hamzatseyi:
Hey guys !!!!!! I need ur support on my Rib cracking thread @ d joke section,even D9ty7 have been dere and he endorses it here is d http://www.nairaland.com/2104156/over-70-hilarious-pictures-viewing.pls check it out and laugh out ur sorrows.

Endorse wetin? Abeg, I am no OBJ o. I just went there to av a good laugh.
You know, I don't visit the jokes section and to be frank, tonight was the first time I checked dat section of Nairaland all because I saw a link that bores Hamzatseyi and Hamzat is our own blood, Seyi is our own person so I have to support him.
This is the only way we can help one another on Nairaland. Check it out and laff till u fall down from ontop bed.

Hey guys, I know sey I fvckup big time. I promised to round things up tonight, and to speak the truth, I already saved the last sets of updates on my phone, only for me to delete the last two updates and the epilogue cos I needed free memories to install some apps on my phone. I thought I would be able to retype those updates before I sleep tonight but it all looks unlikely.
Even tho, we never can tell what would happen before 12am tho.
And to Shankies215, how on earth did you see me in the politics section?

--continuation--
Sylvester's team managed to give chase to a group of hooded masked men who were making installment on all the floors in the building. Some landed from the first floor and they had been killed, the few who escaped numbering up to five were able to enter a tunnel which has been computerized and no one could unlock the lid covering the tunnel.
After reuing on their failure for a few seconds and trying to locate the Commissioner of police team and Ngozi led team, they realised that a bomb has been installed in the floor which they currently occupy. And to avoid stories that touches the heart, they decided to first escape to safety, after which they can start making moves to rescue Ngozi's team and the commissioner's team who by all standards are nowhere near the underground.
Sylvester was marvelled at the way which the building was constructed and he had to laud the contractor who made the construction and the architect who drew the plan. Apart from the four floors that are visible from the outside, there is also another underground which seemed to have been achieved by digging the ground a few feet below while from that other underground, there was also another layer below the first which unknown to Sylvester part of it was an escape route which contain an electric powered train.
Their hurried footsteps were the only sound that could be heard even from the first floor outside the underground, and under thirty seconds, they were out of the building and the could for the first time in four hours breathe fresh air. A minute later, Ngozi and her team came bursting outside the room through the staircase at the side of the building, panting and breathing hard as they did ran.
"Where is Clement?" She asked, but no one could give answers to her question.
"Am sorry Ngozi, we lost the battle." Sylvester replied thinking Ngozi has lost her mind as a result of the failure.
"I know what I am saying, Clement was in there with us." She replied crying.
"There is a bomb in there, Clement would be killed..." Her voice trailed off.
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"Do you still know how to unlock these lids?" Backy asked Kelvin as he tried to unlock the lid covering the underground.
He didn't reply her question. His mind was filled up with various thoughts, he knew what he wanted to do before he agreed to work with Becky. Now is the time to achieve his long time aim.
The lid slid open and at once, they both scrambled out of the underground and they made runs of the the underground in a bid to beat the time just before the bomb will go off. Kelvin was ten steps ahead, while Becky was following behind, she had dropped her bag, dropped her weapons, because she was convinced that the every enemy of theirs has been killed. But her conviction didn't becloud her reasoning as she still kept a fully loaded rovolver in her hip holster.
The light at the end of the tunnel was visible, from her position, she could see the high walls of the building and a door ahead of them, meaning, all they had to do was walk out of the door and find a way to escape beyond the walls of the building.
"Is there a way through that wall?" Becky asked, this time she had caught up with Kelvin who was ticking the key hole on the door with a pin and after, ten quick ticks, the door unlocked with a click.
"That's brilliant." Becky exclaimed, covering her mouth with her palms. Her suprise was quickly replaced with fear as she stood with a blank expression facing Kelvin whose gun was pointed at her.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked.
But he replied her question with a quick pull of his trigger and the gun went off silently. Kelvin quickly accessed the door and at once he manouvered his way to the back of the building where he was able to crawl out of the compound with little bruises on his body.
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Ngozi was franctically struggling with her colleagues who were trying to hold her from returning into the compound. She wanted to go back into the building to find Clement and with the timed bomb ticking away, she knew Clement stood no chance of surviving the imminent bomb blast that is bound to happen and the odds of his survival is on the low side, even though there were some sort of assurance that he might be in the underground which meant that, provided the blast doesn't collapse with the underground, then he definitely might survive, but no one is sure of his present location.
"I have it covered. A chopper is on its way." The commissioner who was nursing an overall body injury said.
Ngozi didn't know the exact thing the chopper would do, a chopper can't stop bomb attacks, it can only aggravate it, if it was hit too.
"That's him up there." Clement was at the top of the building, an area designated for aircraft landing, but all over his face were victorious smiles, unknown to him, a bomb would be going off in about fifteen seconds.
--to be continued--

--continuation--
By the time Clement reached the first floor, it was enmpty and still the same way he left it some minutes ago, save for new dead bodies that were now littered on the floor and fresh blood spillage on the floor. The sight was enough to cause neausea as he quickly shut his eyes which he opened just immediately as a result of the impacts of the mine explosion which affected the skin beneathe his eyes which made it impossible for his to shut his eyes unless he is prepared to endure the unending pain that comes with it.
The top floor was as well deserted and by standards, it is up to him to check all other floors even though he still heard loud noises around her a few minutes ago. A figure skipped past the hall where he was, a hooded figure, and whoever was beneathe the hood did a good job by aiming at Clement as he ran past the room and by sheer luck or better the put as, the man's inability to aim at his target, the bullets missed Clement who immediately went after the figure.
By the time Clement got into the next room which was also as big as the one he just exited, the man had succeeded in disappering, something Clement regarded to as running out of bullet, because the hooded man dropped his gun in the former room before he took to his heels, so Clement was sure that if he managed to find the man, he might stand a chance to take him on since he has nothing to defend himself, but the fear of the unknown made him return to the first room where he was able to access the stairs into the second floor.
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By the time Kelvin and Becky reached the underground, Maleek and his men were scampering off into an underground train.
"Wait right there Maleek." Kelvin said just in time before Maleek entered the train.
Maleek who by now had lost all his men except his second in command and his girlfriend, Romina.
Kelvin knew exactly what to expect because when one is dealing with Abdul Maleek, it is just like eating from the same plate with the devil and anyone who wants to eat from the same plate with the devil must have a very long spoon to outsmart the devil. Therefore, one needs all smartness just to deal with Maleek.
"Danger-kelv, I know you." Maleek said smiling, gradually moving backwards towards the train.
Kelvin knew every man in his right senses should have dived into the train and escape, but on a second thought, it takes the door of the train up to ten seconds to slid close giving whoever Maleek is running from the time to dive into the train with him, meaning it would have been better to see him off before he enters the train.
"I bet you don't know me. But why are you running away?" Kelvin asked smiling.
"The war is simply over." Maleek replied.
"No, it is not. The war is just starting, Khal corp is coming back stronger with the trio of Becky here, Jay and I. I bet you can't come against us, even Al Queda dare not." Kelvin replied.
Becky cocked her gun.
"Baby don't. I will when it is time." Kelvin replied.
"We don't have all day. The police are waiting for us out there. Lets do what we want...." She was saying, but Kelvin isn't listening to her anymore.
"Do it." Maleek said angrily.
The train hooted loudly, and after fifteen seconds, the light around it changed to red, and since it is an automatic driven engine, Kelvin knew the train would move in a matter of seconds.
"Romina, you can leave. I have more businesses to trash out with Maleek here and it'll take time." Kelvin said to the lady beside Maleek.
A mere side glance at the lady, she hopped into the train whose doors slid close and it sped off.
"Do it." Maleek shouted at Kelvin.
Still bidding his time, probably to make Maleek drop to his knees and plead for mercy before he killed him, but Becky was seeing things differently. The fact was that, Maleek was standing with a walking stick held with his right hand which was hidden under his robe, while his left hand was also hidden underneathe the robe, Becky knew he must be up to something fishy, probably trying to remove his gun.
"Why did you do that?" Kelvin asked after Becky had shot Maleek in to the arm, thereby making his gun to fall to the ground which she kicked away immediately.
"This is why I shot him." Becky replied pointing to the 9mm rovolver lying on the rail line and Maleek clutching his arm as he cried in pain, making efforts to remain on his feet.
"It has always been you dream to kill your boss. This is the only chance you have got. Now do it and lets get outta here." Becky said impatiently.
And Kelvin released two quick shots on Maleek's head which bursted like a bubble and blood splattered everywhere.
"Boss, all has been set, we've set the bombs accross all floor. When is the train....." A voice said as several footsteps approached the tunnel which they are, and just as they all entered the tunnel, they were met with gunshots from Becky and Kelvin
--tbc--

--continuation--
"What's this place?" Ngozi asked Clement pointing to a circular door which look like the entrance into a tomb.
"I don't know, unless we moved closer to it." Clement replied approaching the door which looked like concrete, but who would use concrete as a door? How would they be opening it? Were the questions raging on in Clement's mind which gave him hope that no sane person would use concrete as his door.
When they had reached the supposed door, Clement knocked on the door and it sounded metallic.
"Its actually made from metal." Clement said facing his colleagues who stood some distance away for the fear of being electrocuted, and Ngozi who has been a victim of such on two seperate occassions and the latest in less than an hour ago stood a few steps away from Clement which could still be considered as bravery while their junior colleagues stood a few steps away from her, which is pure cowardice, but there is no one who won't loose his/her bravery in the face of death.
"How is it opened?" Ngozi probed further.
"I don't know. This is the first time I am seeing such, lets try this way." Clement replied already trying to roll it like every sane human being would do since the door is circular, then to open it, one has to roll it in such a way that it would tripple over.
"Come over here. What the hell are you still waiting for?" Clement asked when he realised that his colleagues are making no move to help him in pushing the door over. "oh! You think the door would shock you if you touch it? Does that mean I am electric resistant? Stop being ridiculous and join me here."
One after the other, they all joined him at the door and with concerted efforts they all pushed the door away from the large circular entrance with the exception of Ngozi whom they considered as being weak.
The entrance led into a hallway which looked endless, but with many adjoining hallways probably linking to various rooms, the hallway was dimly lit in such a way that, one couldn't make out the face of the person closest to him, but being able to make out the outline of the person's body is okay by Clement who didn't give it a second thought.
On the walls were various plaques bearing the phrase 'OUT OF BOUND.' The reason for such, Clement had no idea of, but if truly the hallways which looked like and emergency exit is out of bound, then for that moment that he is inside the hallway, it should be 'in of bound' if there is anything like that.
"What out Clem.." Ngozi's scream was cut short by the loud blasting sound of a ground mine that went off. Clement was lying the the ground clutching his face a writhing in pain.
"Are you hit?" Another member of the team asked squatting beside Ngozi to know the condition of their boss.
The mine which was place on the ground is not and explosive one that come with fire, but the one that spill out redish-fire particles into one's body, but the most common is its particle, smearing once face.
When Clement managed to remove his had from his face, he already had a burning scar just below his left eyes which looked redish, all thanks to his fair skin.
"Will you be able to continue." A junior officer asked.
"Definitely." He replied straightening up his uniform which he picked up off one of his father's security men.
"Here is a kitchen." Ngozi announced as they took a bend towards the left into another hallway which bore a lot of resemblance to the first only that this one has no 'out of bound' inscribed on the walls.
A minute later, they were out of the kitchen and going through a list of locked rooms and by the time they reached and entered on of the rooms which looked a lot more recently used, they could hear gunshots and footsteps above them.
"Ngozi, I think there is a way out through the door upfront, I'll take the second exit." Clement said referring to the mined filled hallway.
"Be careful of the mines." She said.
And immediately, Clement ran back in the way which they had come while Ngozi set off at once with the rest of the team on her heels.
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Kelvin and Becky were manouvering their ways into Maleek's inner Chamber when Maleek and his cohorts came running out of the chamber with a police team high on their heels and a shootout ensuing in the process. A group of terrorists were providing the behind cover for Maleek, and his top officials. The behind cover terrorists were waging off intending dangers by engaging the police in shootout as the escaped while the police kept ducking the bullets as they advanced towards them while a few unlucky one had been hit.
Kelvin had to pull Becky to hiding when the police team came around and without much ado, Kelvin took out the police who had lost their ways in the chase because, Abdul Maleek and his cohorts had returned to the underground.

--to be continued--

--continuation--
Sylvester and his men had bumped into the commissioner's team and they were now moving in close pack having killed all the terrorist they met in the first floor where the cells were located and with no sign of Mike, they had proceeded into the second floor where they got some terrorists alive and every attempt to force words out of them, maybe to make them talk about Mike's whereabout proved abortive and Sylvester out of anger killed them all. The third floor was the most dangerous of them all, as if they had been waiting for them, the moment the first police officer touched the last step and moved into the hall, gunshots were rained on him and Sylvester was slightly lucky because one of such gunshot only missed his head by a few inches. He had to call for a retreat after which the resulted to the use of explosive which blew up the room and killed all the men guarding room thereby making it impossible for Sylvester, and the commissioner's team to access the adjoining room or the staircase to the last floor.
They had to return to the first floor and the underground where they met a new group of terrorist who used guns and grenades in defence while Sylvester and his colleagues made us of guns since they had exhausted all the explosives they came with even though using explosives at that point in time is a two way thing, one it would kill all their opponents and kill them too because the impact of the explosion would affect the floor which would collapse a few people would make it out alive in a critical condition.
"This way guys." The commissioner said and everyone took the bend towards the descending staircase which took them back to the second floor.
"Jesus!" Sylvester exclaimed as he moved backwards a bit, disturbed by the dead body on the floor.
"Hakym!" He squatted beside him almost in tears.
The commissioner and the other team members were looking dumbfounded and suprised at the same time.
"Do you know him?" The commissioner asked eyeing him suspiciously.
Sylvester ignored the question and mumbled some incoherent words, maybe he understood what he was saying no one knows, after which he stood up, dusted his knees and motioned the other team members that it is time to go.
"What's all that about?" The commissioner replied when they are safely back in the underground, this time they seemed to have killed a considerable amount of the terrorists, even though half of the policemen who left the police station early in the morning were dead too, but on a neutral ground, one would say the terrorist had an edge in stopping the policemen because they knew the ins and outs of their base which the police didn't know and they could possibly lockdown all entry and exit into the building or allow them into the building and kill them one after the other, but on a second critical thinking, one would realise that the police left it too late for the terrorist. The terrorist got to know about the infiltration when a police team had already gained entry into the building, while the second police team, weren't spotted because no one is paying attention to security, but the safety of Maleek and hunting Danger-kelv and Mike. The fear of Danger-kelv teaming up with Mike was the reason why they combed the nook and cranies of the forest overnight, and in the early hours of the morning, they returned into the building which was exactly when they were attacked, and this gave the second police team the opportunity to stand at strategic places outside the building.
"All of you, split into two, Sylvester lead the first team through the left hallway, I'll take the second hallway with my team." The commissioner instructed and immediately, he set off into the hallway, and Sylvester followed suit.
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"Which way?" Becky asked after she had covered a considerable amout of distance with Kelvin and they had not met any living soul. All they saw were dead bodies and injured policemen and terrorist which Kelvin wasted no time in adding one more bullets to their already damged body parts.
"I don't know." Kelvin confessed.
"I believe, our next target is Abdul Maleek, where is his chamber?" Becky asked.
"Now, I know. This way." Kelvin said already running off again, but Becky was quick to pull him back moments before he set off.
"I believe we still have more policemen in this building, because I have not seen Sylvester's dead body, neither have I seen a lifeless Ngozi." Becky began.
"So?" Kelvin asked impatiently, but Becky only smiled as she removed her bagpack and placed it on the floor as she rumaged its contents.
"We don't have time." Kelvin said angrily.
Becky removed a digital device which looked like a tablet and after a few seconds she announced.
"Either, Sylvester or Ngozi is inside this underground."
"How did you know?"
"The tracking device." Becky replied.

--to be continued--

ogrin12:
Owk boss buh yu read the update already, could u please let him knw wot it is cos we both knw he'z no erotic writer, please

Well, I haven't read the update. I only said what I know from experience. I have been banned this same way, what I did was to retype the update and make changes.

ogrin12:
yesterday, he was banned for posting the next episode of THE UTOPIAN DEUCE, the episode was hidden and was only enabled for viewing today when his ban expired, i even helped him update buh got banned and got it hidden also. Today, he posted the next episode only to find d episode hidden and his account banned again, u could check it out, I'm totally being honest!

Now I understand. He was banned by anti-spam bot. There is a 'spam' in that update. He should try and edit the update.
I am talking from experience. As long as he kept on updating that write up, he will keep getting banned.

ogrin12:
Another one boss, another!!
Help us if u can o!
The main thing is that they cant pinpoint his exact offence, yeah, they cant.
Too bad things are going thz way!!

Well, the thing is just that, thronekid should check his profile, he would see the reason why he was banned.
If he was banned by anti-spam bot, there is nothing anybody can do about it. We all know the function of anti-spam bot and we all know it is a robot.
But if he was banned by a moderator, then he has to talk to the moderator via mail messaging.
The only time I or any other persons here can stand up to Thronekid's defence is if he was banned for saying the truth which is not possible in the literature section. There is nothing controversial in the literature section, so I don't think thronekid was banned unjustly.
He should endeavour to talk to Obinnau.

My question now is, has thronekid been banned again? I tot his ban was uplifted today. He posted around 12noon, so what's up?
Cc: Ogrin12