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Nairaland writers go all length to satisfy we the readers and it is very painful to see that these readers are not being appreciated for what they do. Its not like they depend on our encouragement, but they deserve it. And now someone who God has blessed and wanted to help people with the little he has with the help of Princes.a has decided to give a sum of #5000 to a writer every month, a #500 recharge card to the writer who updates consistently in a month. And also 20% of the #5000 to the best upcoming writer.
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8. The.Rock5555
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Nairaland writers go all length to satisfy we the readers and it is very painful to see that these readers are not being appreciated for what they do. Its not like they depend on our encouragement, but they deserve it. And now someone who God has blessed and wanted to help people with the little he has with the help of Princes.a has decided to give a sum of #5000 to a writer every month, a #500 recharge card to the writer who updates consistently in a month. And also 20% of the #5000 to the best upcoming writer.
All you have to do is vote, vote and vote.
Proceedures for voting.
1. Click on this link; https://www.nairaland.com/newpost?topic=1804027
2. Cast your vote in this format;
i. BEST NEWCOMER
Mr XXXXXXX

Note: In the above category, three writers are being considered for the month of January, they are;
Touchmeder, Kinwayne and Thronekid. You can only vote for one of them.
ii. BEST WRITER OF THE MONTH
a. Miss XOXXX
b. Mrs OXXXX
c. Prof COXXX.
Also, in the best writer category, you can always vote for three writers. There are over fifty writers on Nairaland, give them your votes and help them win #5000. Its a token right? We all know, but at least they can use it in subscribing their phones and Laptops just to keep you entertained.
Below are the writers who can not be voted for in the best writer category;
1. Pri.ncesa
2. Sa.mmyhoe
3. Te.mitopeDaniel
4. Au.dreyTimms
5. D.9ty7
6. Roy.ver
7. Dive.pen
8. The.Rock5555
The writers mentioned above cannot win the best writer, not because they are not yet eighteen, but because they have won it before. So vote for the numerous other talented writers that are yet to win this prize and see wonders.

Nairaland writers go all length to satisfy we the readers and it is very painful to see that these readers are not being appreciated for what they do. Its not like they depend on our encouragement, but they deserve it. And now someone who God has blessed and wanted to help people with the little he has with the help of Princes.a has decided to give a sum of #5000 to a writer every month, a #500 recharge card to the writer who updates consistently in a month. And also 20% of the #5000 to the best upcoming writer.
All you have to do is vote, vote and vote.
Proceedures for voting.
1. Click on this link; https://www.nairaland.com/newpost?topic=1804027
2. Cast your vote in this format;
i. BEST NEWCOMER
Mr XXXXXXX

Note: In the above category, three writers are being considered for the month of January, they are;
Touchmeder, Kinwayne and Thronekid. You can only vote for one of them.
ii. BEST WRITER OF THE MONTH
a. Miss XOXXX
b. Mrs OXXXX
c. Prof COXXX.
Also, in the best writer category, you can always vote for three writers. There are over fifty writers on Nairaland, give them your votes and help them win #5000. Its a token right? We all know, but at least they can use it in subscribing their phones and Laptops just to keep you entertained.
Below are the writers who can not be voted for in the best writer category;
1. Pri.ncesa
2. Sa.mmyhoe
3. Te.mitopeDaniel
4. Au.dreyTimms
5. D.9ty7
6. Roy.ver
7. Dive.pen
8. The.Rock5555
The writers mentioned above cannot win the best writer, not because they are not yet eighteen, but because they have won it before. So vote for the numerous other talented writers that are yet to win this prize and see wonders.

Nairaland writers go all length to satisfy we the readers and it is very painful to see that these readers are not being appreciated for what they do. Its not like they depend on our encouragement, but they deserve it. And now someone who God has blessed and wanted to help people with the little he has with the help of Princes.a has decided to give a sum of #5000 to a writer every month, a #500 recharge card to the writer who updates consistently in a month. And also 20% of the #5000 to the best upcoming writer.
All you have to do is vote, vote and vote.
Proceedures for voting.
1. Click on this link; https://www.nairaland.com/newpost?topic=1804027
2. Cast your vote in this format;
i. BEST NEWCOMER
Mr XXXXXXX

Note: In the above category, three writers are being considered for the month of January, they are;
Touchmeder, Kinwayne and Thronekid. You can only vote for one of them.
ii. BEST WRITER OF THE MONTH
a. Miss XOXXX
b. Mrs OXXXX
c. Prof COXXX.
Also, in the best writer category, you can always vote for three writers. There are over fifty writers on Nairaland, give them your votes and help them win #5000. Its a token right? We all know, but at least they can use it in subscribing their phones and Laptops just to keep you entertained.
Below are the writers who can not be voted for in the best writer category;
1. Pri.ncesa
2. Sa.mmyhoe
3. Te.mitopeDaniel
4. Au.dreyTimms
5. D.9ty7
6. Roy.ver
7. Dive.pen
8. The.Rock5555
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Update drops in.....

kocvalour:
slow updates

Clement should have been discovered by now if the security there are above Mediocre

Well, I love your criticism but what do you take Clement for? A dunce? Hell no.
He is an expert who knows what he is doing and how to go about it. Its just the case of a 419 trying to dupe another 419. When you swindle him to the left, he swindle you back to the right.
When two elephants fights, the grasses suffers. When two experts are playing a game, only a third party can solve the issue. The third party in this context is either the file with the CSO or Clement's backup team.
And concerning the slow updates, I already explained the cause and that's how it will be until the story finishes.

--continuation--
Early the next morning by 8am, about ten police vehicles drove out of the police headquarters with their siren blaring as the drove along the scanty road. The Lagos state government had the previous night announced a twenty four hours partial curfew in which no vehicle would allowed into the state or out of the sate, while soldiers have been called upon to mout roadblocks and conduct thorough check on every vehicle that plies the road. Business firms and companies refused to resume for the days work, since everyone is expected to be locked inside their house immediately it is 12noon and on a normal day, especially Thursdays, work starts fully around ten o'clock, so what is the gain of working for two hours? They decided to shut their doors for the whole day while people who cannot do without rendering services and getting paid for an hours opened their shops. The hair salon, the barber shops, fashion designers to mention a few places where the normal day activities are on going, even though on their faces were signs of fear and the readiness to take to their heels at the very first sound of a gunshot or anything that sounds like a gunshot.
The first police team consisting of three police vehicles and eighteen police officers including Detective Ngozi, the commander and Agent Sylvester, while the second police team to every officer's suprise was led by the state police commissioner. It was the believe of the non-force or non police people that the high ranking officers in the force such as the Inspector General, the commissioners, the chief inspectors and the police supritendents didn't pass through the normal system of promotion. It was rumoured that every high ranking officer in the police force got promoted as a result of a certain quota system which is in favour of his tribe or state or better still, he/she is well connected thereby making promotion very easy. All the high ranking officers know how to do is to report to the station very early in the morning, regardless of the weather, switch on the air condition, even if its snowing, they'll still turn it on, then sit down all day and at the close of work, a female officer must leave with them to go and warm their beds. A news that went viral some years back was the case of a police commissioner whose house was attacked by armless hoodlums and the police chief who was the only member of his family who has not been held hostage by the hooldums couldn't scare them off with his gun. He couldn't even load the gun with bullets, but his colleagues, the state government came to his rescue saying he was shocked which was what affected hum.
At the axis into Dolphin estate, the first three police vehicles drove into the estate while the other four vehicles and an ambulance continued driving on the highway.
"Sir, your team is expected to move in as soon as we locate the building from our underground position. You'll be notified of when to move in." Sylvester who had vowed to help the police on this and hopefully find a suitable time to send a message accross to Hakym notifying him of the police intending attack, but he'll notify him later which would be very advantageous for the police because the police would have been very close to the corporation before he sends such message then the corp would be in total disorder with the news thinking the police are still thirty minutes away from their location.
He checked his pocket, the white box which was given to him by Becky was still there peering at him. He hoped he would be able to use it against Kelvin, but of what use is it? Is it that important to him that he won't mind coming out of hiding to get it?

--to be continued--

To everyone who have read and commented on this story in the last three days, believe me, your comments are well appreciated. I would have quoted all mentioned all of you, but doing that is equivalent to an update.
And to those who read meanings to my not replying comments, its not like I am proud or anything, It not just easy. Why should I be proud?
No vex, you will all be appreciated at the end of the story.

--continuation--
Chief Obi Patrick has been restless right from the time he recieved the message that his son and enemy is inside the same compound with him. It was a few minutes to midnight and sleep seemed to be some distance away from him. On a normal day, he would have gone to bed around 9pm and allowed his security men walk around the compound ensuring his safety such that, even a mosquito couldn't bite him in his room. Such was the security that was in place, but as things were now, even a million soldiers could not be trusted to do anything reason being that, an enemy was able to sneak into the compound without anyone noticing, and up till this moment, no one knew where he is or what he looked like. So far, they are yet to spot anybody with suspicious actions, everyone is of the same pack and I dentity, there is no newbie and even if there is one, where will he get the uniform, so they were confindent that Inspector Clement is not already mingling with them even though Chief Obi Patrick is not convinced but what security experience does he have? None. If his security details could assure him of his safety, then, it will be wrong to question them or fault their assurances, all he had to do is listen to them, take necessary precautions as ordered by them, be vigillant if needs be and everything will be fine.
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Clement carefully walked towards a group of four armed men who were conversing in low tones, but their deep voices won't allow such, therefore, he could hear them from where he was half patroling and half hiding, they spoke in English, somehow American. They are Ghananians, he concluded.
The men noticed his presence but paid him no attention, they continued with their conversation without speaking to him or asking him what he was looking for, afterall, they are colleagues.
"What precaution is being taken as we speak?" He asked five minutes later when he was tired of listening.
"Chief's CSO will be here before noon tomorrow, so he'll give us the next line of action." One of them replied.
Without invitation, another one chipped in. "But according to what our commander told us, they will embark on a thorough search by daybreak because some section said the policeman is wearing the same uniform with us even though we are not sure."
"How possible is that?" One of them asked as if he knew what was on Clement's mind.
"According to our commander, there is a file containing our pictures and other things, so every officer would be made to remove his uniform and show his identity." The man explained further. "But that is until the CSO arrived with the file." He added.
Clement knew there was no need to bring any file or pictures for confirmation, mere looking at him, the CSO whom he had lived with right from a teenager would recognise him even in the dark. Meaning he had until now, 11:59pm till 11:59am, twelve hours to get Chief Obi Patrick and arrest him, or get himself killed or abort the mission. Aborting the mission seemed the best of ideas but he had never failed in any of his attempt to nab a criminal or get them arrested. The only time he failed was two years ago as a sergeant when he had chased an hired assassin into the airport and unknown to him, the assasin had paid some people to smuggle him into a plane, but Clement was denied entrance into the depatures lounge. The assasin succeeded in leaving the shores of Nigeria but Clement made a call to the South African police department, and upon arrival, the man was arrested. Even though he did a half job, he still go the full credit.
"Whoever is mingling amidst us would make it a point of duty to sneak out before the CSO arrives and sneak in after his departure, but we'll be on a lookout." The fourth man who looked reserved said confidently.
"One of the reasons why I told the commander not to get men from different country. He should have taken the men he needed from just one country, that would enable the men to recognise one another." Another man said.
"You dey craze. If you boss didn't make this mistake will I be here?" Clement thought as he walked away.
TWELVE HOURS

--continuation--
"Lets get out of here." Kelvin said dragging Mike along with him.
Mike stood rooted to the spot not moving an inch, fear was written on his face. The dreaded Danger-kelv who kidnapped him is all of a sudden becoming nice, he would have trusted him if he didn't know who he is or what he does, but the fact that he knew all lot about him explains it.
Mike felt reluctant to follow him and had it been on a normal day, he would have snatched his hand from his grip and maybe beat him to a pulp, but who does that with a hanging leg?
"Come on. You can trust me." Kelvin said persuasively.
"I can never trust a devil like you and am not coming with you. You can as well get a gun and shoot me." Mike said defiantly.
"Watch what you say to me." Kelvin warned still holding his hand firmly.
"And what if I don't?" Mike asked.
"Then you won't like what I'll do to you."
And just like he had been expecting that reply, Mike at once freed his hand from Kelvin's grip and pushed him hard on the chest.
"What did you just do?" Kelvin asked.
"What does it look like?" Mike replied clenching his fists and ready for a face off.
"You don't touch me unless I ask you to. Okay?" Kelvin said and held his hand once again ready to lead him out of his hideout even if it required force.
"Who is there?" A voice asked.
Mike frozed on hearing the voice and the owner of the voice flashed his torchlight at the bushes covering them.
"Your father. Tell him." Kelvin whispered to Mike.
"Can't you hear me? I said who is there?" The person asked once again still keeping his distance because moving closer to the bush might spell doom for him and at this time of the night, one should be wary of things he/she does.
"Your father." Mike replied chuckling.
The man was now moving closer to them as rattling of leaves could be heard.
"Good evening sir." Mike who was now standing close to a tree for support greeted the old man who should be in his late sixties or early seventies.
"Good evening my son. What are you doing here?" He asked then his eyes darted towards his wound.
"I am a policeman...." Mike was saying when Kelvin returned into the hideout and from behind slashed the old man's throat.
"Are you mad? Why did you do that?" Mike asked angrily swinging the AK-47 he collected on his way out of the Khal corp. Kelvin was able to block it with his hands even though he felt the impact as he squealed in pain.
"Why won't I do that? No one is to be trusted." Kelvin replied shaking off the pain in his hands.
"But you could at least wait and see what he is up to. He might be helpful if we both introduce ourselves as police officers. He could give us a place to sleep in his house." Mike explain angrily.
"Well, I never saw things from that perspective. May his soul rest in peace." Kelvin said non challantly as he bent down and cleaned his knife on the man's cloth.
"Now lets get out of here." He said impatiently now dragging a limping Mike along.
Mike on the other hand made no attempt to resist him drag but he made sure he did all the job. He made it look like Kelvin was dragging a box who couldn't make an attempt to walk as it was being pulled meaning the 'puller' did all the work.
"Man, its better you get a grip on your lazy self or you'll be spotted." Kelvin warned, this time they a few step away from leaving the forest onto the untarred road that passed through the forest, a regular route for smugglers and illegal immigrants.
Mike smiled, he had achieved his aim. He just wanted him to complain and he just did.

--to be continued--

[quote author=Nuella222 post=28557710][/quote]Aunty you dey read o.

1.All the twenty one(21) books written by Tom Clancy before he dies.
2. All of J.K Rowling Harry potter 1-7
3. It had to be you by Sarah webb
4. And a few of Sydney Sheldon, me I don forget their titles.
That's all.

Guys, how do you see the new twist? Kelvin helping Mike. Water and oil, can they mix?
Who will influence the other? Do you think Kelvin will work with Mike? Don't you think Mike may decide to work with Kelvin?
Until tomorrow when more updates drops, I remain Dee. Goodnight!

--continuation--
Mike was dabbing his blood soaked cloth on his gunshot wound as he was feeling gross pains, but he dare not cry out, he could feel his skin burning, he could feel hot blood flowing through his veins and when they reached the spot of the wound, the blood will gush out in great abandon like they had been craving for escape or release. He was sure that his veins were still intact, but he couldn't feel blood flowing to his leg, he couldn't feel his leg, he tried moving it, but it remained immobile like a log of wood. He needed help, he needed a life saving kit, a first aid kit and emergency attention, but for the next one hour he could get none. Even if he should call his colleagues to send a backup team, they won't arrive in the next thirty to one hour, yet as much as he felt tempted to call them, his heart broke into pieces when he remembered that he was a runaway hostage with nothing except his clothes, all other things gone.
Mike was begining to see stars, he was begining to see what looked like birds flying around a very big chair that is a big a the lad surface, a much more closer look at the bird-like creatures flying, he realised they were angels of God. Thanks to his parents who had at a very young age introduced him to the word of God by first buying him a picture story book of the biblical account of the creation of heaven and earth and the things that dwell in them, he had seen the pictures of Angels, he saw it clearly in the chapter which was dedicated to the birth of Jesus when God's angel visited Mary.
If not for the pain he was going through, he would have called the angels by their names, he knew Angel Gabriel, he knew Angel Micheal and some other angels but can he recognise them? No.
The pain he was feeling was excruciating was one of kind and with the environment he just found himself, he still managed to ask himself if he was dead or still alive. He certainly can't be dead because from what he had learnt during his years as a student when he was a regular church goer and an usher back in the student's fellowiship, he had in his first attendance at the fellowship heard the student pastor describe heaven as a place where no pians would be felt, and back then as an unbeliever, he had asked the pastor if he had been to heaven before, but as time goes on, he understood what the pastor was saying. If he could still feel pains then he is not dead, as a matter of fact, he cannot be dead. He had concluded.
But isn't that Jesus over there, on the right hand side of God? He wanted to stand up and rush over to him and hug him. He had so many things he wanted to ask, why he allowed himself to be killed, why he couldn't perform miracles to help himself out, but a book in the bible already explained that. The book of John already said God gave him to the world so he can die and wash away our sins and live in us as the holy spirit. He sat down back, thinking of what he would ask him. He spotted him from afar and smiled, he beckoned on him to come closer, but he couldn't move his leg, the man Jesus pointed his hand at his leg and it healed instantly, he could feel himself walking towards him and just like shutting off a computer his vision became blank and oblivious of his environment, he felt an excruciating pain going through his legs because he was already on his feet walking out of his fenced hideout.
"Aaaaaaargggggh!" He moaned loudly in pain.
A strong hand covered his mouth and made him sit down forcefully. His heart stopped pumping blood that moment because he thought he has been discovered by his enemies but alas, he was wrong.
"No noise." Kelvin said as he brought out a bottle of water and some other things he could use to treat his wound.

--to be continued--

--continuation--
It was a night to remember for the men of the Nigeria police force, most especially the headquaters, the Area F-command, the Ikorodu command and some other departments of the police offices.
Every police officer working at the headquaters were all working overnight and for the first time in about twenty years, the headquarters was filled to the brim. Officers who are currently on leave had to return to work on emergency and as things were, all hands must be on deck if they are to put an end to insurgency.
A senator who spoke with the reported sometimes in the afternoon claimed that the vice president, now the acting president has submitted a bill through one of his aides calling for the declaration of a state of emergency in the South west, most especially Lagos state. Everyone knows what it means if a state of emergency is declared and according to the lawmaker, plenary resumes the following day for the second reading after which there would be consentment from the lower legislative chamber and the state of emergency would be declared. The police force knew they had failed if a state of emergency should be declared and enemies have been forced to become friends, the Lagos state governor who is a member of the major opposition party who is sworn enemy with the former president, the present acting president, the senate president and his deputy and even the police chiefs whom he claimed were all working for the ruling party.
The Governor after the public release of the bill presented on the floor of the house put a call through to the State commissioner of police who pleaded that the police should do everything humanly possible in making sure that Khal copr becomes history, and just some four hours ago around 6pm, the governor sent five new police vehicles to enable them move faster and conviniently in their quest to put an end to insurgency.
No politically elected officer wants to leave the office. Even if they are voted out by the masses, the good ones will be reluctant to leave while the bad ones will resort to violence.
Sylvester walked out of the commissioner's office looking confused but his confusion was hidden behind a smile. The junior officers looked up to him for instructions, but unfortunately, he couldn't give out instructions without consulting a tired Ngozi whom after her revival has been looking dazed and closer to another pass out.
"Oga Sly." A junior officer called.
"Yes Joe?" Sylvester replied without slowing down. He continued walking towards the stairs that connect to the ICT facilities upstairs. The officer did a good job by trying to catch up with him.
"I learnt you came face to face with a deadly monster in the underground, tell me about it. Is that why Detective Ngozi fainted?"
Sylvester's patience was wearing off gradually and his anger and irritation was returning faster than it normally does.
"Is that the issue now? Everyone is trying to get solution to the problems at hand, you are here asking useless questions. I wonder how you got employed into the force." Sylvester said walking into the ICT hall while the junior officer reluctantly descended the stairs.
Afterall, they(the junior officers) are not being allowed to do anything other than to sit down idly behind the counter all day and go out on patrols.
"Sylvester, what's going on?" Amaka whom after the death of the brilliant Edgar had taken the mantle of leadership.
"Nothing much, were are just rubbing minds together with no significant success." Sylvester replied drawing up a chair from under one of the tables and sat down opposit her after he had greeted other computer analyst with a wave of hand and a smile.
"I heard about Ngozi. How is she doing now?" Amaka asked.
"She is much better, I guess. Even though she still loved tired, you know? Not that energetic Ngozi that we know, but she'll come out of it."
Amaka continued whatever she was doing on her computer and passed out various instructions to her colleagues.
"How about Clement? Its over twenty four hours since he left and over nineteen hours since he last picked his calls. What do you think is wrong?" Amaka asked.
"No comments for now." Sylvester replied.
Just then Sylvester's phone beeped. It was an unregistered number, but he still picked it anyways.
"Sylvester right?" A female voice asked.
"Yeah, please who am I speaking with?"
"That's not important for now. Have you given the box I gave you to Kelvin? Have you used it to get him?" The lady asked.
"No." He replied and the line went dead.
He racked his brain, first he replied without thinking, and on a second thtought her realised he just spoke with Becky. A call they had been waiting for in a while with the hope of tracing her location while the coversation is one, now he just blew up another opportunity.

--to be continued--

Guys, I am very busy of late and as things were, we can only get updates in the evening, starting from tommorrow.
I'll try and drop few updates before I go to bed.

adeh39:
Wow!!!, Dis is serious ooo. I've always knwn dat Sly is d Mole. Clement is in a very big trouble o. I hope he comes out of it alive. D9ty7, u are doing a great job. Keep it up but save Clement nd Mike o.

Where have u been?

--continuation--
Mike limped deeper into the nearest forest and kept on running in a zig zag motion, but the only thing he noticed was that as he ran, his pursuers were always getting him, then he realised that the blood oozing out of his buttet pierced thigh was leaving behind a trace which his pursuers followed. He was deperate to loose them, yet blood won't stop oozing out of his thigh and he was was growning weaker every second, he couldn't move any longer, he can't afford to be captured once again, because one sure thing it is, DEATH. He felt the urget to sit down and rest but the fear of the heartless men on his heels won't let him give it a second thought.
He removed his shirt and tied it below the wound, an action that stopped the blood from touching the floor, the blood as it oozed out, it soaked the t-shirt.
Now he had ran for about three minute and his pursuers couldn't trace him any more, he could hear their voices at a distance searching for him and combing every nook and crany of the forest, he knew it won't take time before they found him, but with the Ak-47 hanging on his shoulder accross his back, he would kill them in scores, therefore, if he was killed in the process, he'll be recieved in heaven amidst fun fare and a heart warming welcome.
Five minutes later, he couldn't move any further, therefore, he slowly dragged himself until he was seated back rested to a tree and leaves interlocking in such a way that it formed a fence around him. Only a small opening at the front which also was covered with a big oak tree. If anybody would find him here, he would sure be the first person to spot anybody that comes wandering into this part of the forest which is a major advantage for him, but a vigillant person would have seen this unusual hideout from afar and he would have done what every reasonable human would do, something that hunters themselves do, set the place ablaze, but how will he set something that is about hundred yards away ablaze without moving close to it?
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Kelvin who had mapped out his escape route some few months back after he realised that the police are gaining more grounds than the khal corp. He had envisioned a day when their will be massive invation by the police and soldiers, if things get out of hand, how will he be able to escape? Not only that, he planned the escape route for both himself, Maleek and some other top officials.
But as things were, he is the only one plying the escape route and as far as he is concerned, his pursuers have not yet discovered the big pipe which has been abandoned by the government. It was one of the pipes which was bought by the millitary government in the early sixties according to the date written on it, maybe they planned to use it for water circulation in case the area developed. But its now over fifty years and the area is still undeveloped safe for the tarred pot-hole proned express road that connects to the Nigerian boarder. As he crawled along inside the pipe, he could see used bullets, human bones, pieces of clothes, mostly the uniform of the Nigeria army. No doubt, this pipe served as an hideout for the Nigerian soldeirs during the civil war or some other wars.
It was quite evident that the government of the country Nigeria, both present and past are responsible for the emergence of insurgency. Thousands of abandoned buildings are all over the country, thousands of inhabited forests and bushes, all of these places are used by these dangerous men, the government is doing little or nothing to eradicate the existence of abandoned building, a bill should be passed that every intending house builders should finish the construction of his house within a year and a half. Failure to comply by the law would mean that either government gives such person a loan to finish up his house or they confiscate the house and compesate him/her handsomely. Presently, Kelvin isn't concerned about the government policy or laws, all he wasnted to do now is destroy the government themselves. His phone vibrated in his pocket.
He brought it out and checked the caller, HAKYM.

--to be continued--

Oyinprince:
Wow, nice one D9ty7. Your work inspires me.

I'm inviting you all to read ma story here
https://www.nairaland.com/2050270/inseparable-story-friendship

Really? wow! You just made my day with that revelation abi na confession.
I will sure be there to read your story. Make everyone following this thread join me on Oyinprince's thread.
You know how we do it? Read, comment, read again, criticise and read till nightfall.

Guys, the chances of me droping any update further today is as slim as the chances of Clement single-handedly facing Chief Obi Patrick's security details and wiping them off.
But I can still manage to drop some few updates on one condition. Which is, I can see some people viewing the thread, I have hand picked three people, if those three dropped their comments, I will update, but if not, na tomorrow tinz niyen o.
Hope y'all enjoyed your day?

--continuation--
The time was 9pm and Clement has been trying his best to keep his identity hidden amidst the dozens of soldiers who guarded his father. One thing about them is that, they are not the men of the Nigerian army, but they were dressed in the regular khaki worn by Nigerian soldiers.
One thing Clement noticed was that these men didn't speak much in English and from what he noticed, they didn't refer to themselves by their names, but the word 'amigo' which meant friend in spanish.
Clement had taken his time over the night to know how things are being down and he had known quite a lot of things, the soldiers are all men of different ethnicity and by their intonation you'll know them. Even though the dominant race is the Fulani while a few Yorubas were there, about three or four including himself were from the east, south east and south south. There were also men from neighbouring country, there was a man who was from Libya, from his khaki, one would know, it had the flag of Libya on it and as the man patrolled the gate, Clement could hear him mutter something that looked like, "Allah bless Ghadaffi."
Clement saw this as a whole new adventure that place him in the hands of death. So many challenges he encountered was the issue of falling asleep at intervals throughout the night. It wasn't his thing to stay awake all night and even if it was his thing, it simply wasn't his thing to be on his feet walking around the compound over night in an area where tse tse fly was rampant and other insects.
He was amost spotted to be an enemy when at some point, one of the men came around and asked him a question, Clement almost blurted out that he was a police but realising that his sleepy brain almost landed him into trouble, he quickly replied the man in english incorporated with Igbo.
In the next few hours, he would be celebrating his first twenty four hours in the compound. He had planned that his stay in the copound won't last more than three hours, he discovered that Chief Obi Patrick was at arms length, but he realised that he dare not make the move to arrest his father unless his security details are somewhere sleeping which is impossible. Also, the best time to strik was when the men were preparing their meal which is always roasted meat, but at least about five of those men would still be with Chief Obi Patrick inside the house while all other prepare the meal.
He sure needed and outside help before he could make a major move.
He thought as he walked towards the back of the house silently and removed a phone he had seen lying on the floor and sent a message to the first number that came to his head, Sylvester. Notifying him of the latest development.
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Mike was being led to a waiting van outside the khal corp building with about five men behind him alone. The most suprising thing about the set up was the fact that, his hands were not cuffed or put into any bondage or restriction. He could move freely and therefore, he knew he stood a great chance of escape, because immediately he enters the van, there would be no escape means for him anymore and he can't risk himself being taken to Freetown in Serial leone.
"Wait up everybody. The greatest Abdul Maleek is coming out in a moment." Immediately, everyone stopped moving as if they were observing a minute silence for the dead or rendering the National anthem. Mike was forced to stop in his tracks and just then, Abdul Maleek walked out of the building with at least twenty five men flanking him all around. Danger-Kelv and Hakym led the entourage while Mr Ayo Okorie walked on Maleek's right side and a woman whome Mike had never seen and judging from the suprised look on everybody's face, they had never seen her before flanked Maleek on the left.
Just a few metres to the Limo which stood doors opened behind the van which was expected to transport Mike, Abdul Maleek removed his mask for the first time and his men saw what he really looked like with gasps of suprise and smiles all over their face.
A young man from within the entourage moved closer to Maleek and whispered something to him.
"What? Clement inside Chief Obi Patrick's residence? So who do we have here?" He asked angrily.
"Where is Danger-kelv?" Meleek barked, but Kelvinwas nowhere to be found.
Mike siezed that opportunity to hit the two men who stood beside him, collected one of their gun and did the unexpected, shot straight at Maleek. Immediately, bullets were rained on him but he had miraculously used the vehicles as cover and he was out of the gate at once.
He wasn't sure if his bullet hit Maleek, but he had a feeling, it his him. His vision was getting blurred, then a sharp pain hit him.
He had been shot in the thighs.

--to be continued--

bossricky:
There's nothing suprising about sly being the mole

he's not a naija police officer,that alone puts a question mark on his loyalty

then about electing for his wife to be killed,if you guys remember earlier in d story,when he was avoiding discussions about wives,cos his own wife was insubordinate or something like that remember?
Sir d9ty7 i looove this story mahn
Thanks for ending my contract with boredom

I must commend you. You really followed this story and I am impressed.
You won't believe that I have forgotten that Sylvester once ignored discussing about his wife. That would be at the hospital when he went to check on Clement alongside Sergeant Mike and late Sergeant Charles.

--continuation--
Sylvester was still visibly shaken as he led a medical team back into the underground and towards the tunnel where the dead monster lay dead.
The dead monster was no other person that Leiutenant James who didn't return after he was asked to spy into the dark tunnel a month ago when Clement led a team of police officers and soldiers into the underground. James over the week had grown longer nails and from the look of things, he had been feeding on human flesh, no wonder the dead bodies they met on their way into the underground were not always in whole.
From the doctor's explanation, she claimed that there is every possibility that James had consumed a harmful gas, or chemical liquid. The doctor even though not sure said that the first time human beings behaved abnormally like Sylvester and Ngozi explained that James behaved before he was shot was in North Carlifonia, about a century ago. The doctor claimed that, miners inhaled a harmful chemical from inside the earth and emerged after many months of futile search for them. The miners still wore their uniforms and spread accross the street biting people off and spreading the virus. The doctor explained that the scene according to history with pictures to back was just similar to the emergence of Zombie apocalypse, many centuries ago. Even though Sylvester was not convinced, but he was tempted to be convinced because the doctor's explanation seemed true a bit, but he couldn't understand how the consumption of a gas or chemical could turn one into a zombie.
He was tempted to be convinced because sometimes ago, he was listening to a programme on radio and the issue being discussed were 'world weird news.' He remembered the programme anchor said something like a girl who was suffering from asthma was injected with a drug that will stop her from having crisis, even though every sane person knows it is impossible to cure Asthma, for the records, no one has ever being cured of Asthma. But white doctors will always want to use every patient admitted in their hospitals as specimen for practicals. The injection in turn cured the young lady of Asthma, but she ended up having a nameless disease which has never been recorded anywhere in the world. The sweat pores on the lady's skin instead of producing hairs, produced nails. Meaning, in every pore on her skin, there is a nail growing out of it. You can imagine how scary that one is.
Sylvester concluded that if a curative injection could do as much damage as that of the young lady, then a deadly chemical or gas could do more to turn one into a zombie.
"Doctor, what are you trying to do?" Sylvester asked.
"We are taking him with us." The lady replied.
Sylvester just wanted to remove his gun and shoot the young lady in front of him.
"Take who with you?" Sylvester asked to be sure that his ears are not playing tricks on him.
"We are taking him with us for further test on the real cause of his deformation." The lady explained.
Sylvester slowly inched backwards in fear.
"That means, I am no longer needed here. Or am I?" Sylvester asked.
"Not really, unless you want to help us in lifting him up." The lady replied.
This time they had turned James into a very big bag which was in turn sealed with only God knows what.
"count me out please." Sylvester said and everyone else in the tunnel bursted into laughter.
"So, we'll be sanitizing this place in a bit and by tomorrow, you should be able to walk through here without masks or anything." The lady explained.
"That means I can't remove my mask now?" Sylvester asked.
"Its dangerous if you do. And if you'll please lead the way out of here."
Together with the medical team and James bagged up body, they filed out of the underground where Ngozi was still lying lifeless.
"How far?" Sylvester asked squatting beside her after he had removed his mask and the polythene overall he was wearing.
"She will come around very soon, still sleeping." The man attending to her replied.
Ngozi had fainted when James stretched his hands towards Sylvester in an horrific manner, blood dripping from his mouth, his fingernails long and dirty. She didn't bother to see how Sylvester shot James or how he fell down and died.

--to be continued--

Hey guys, in the next update that I will drop, it might not look real but as I said earlier, the story is purely my own imagination. So I kind of imagined soemthing like this happening.
Don't crucify me if you find it not possible, but in d9ty7's world it is possible.