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Shebarh:
yh d mole is tobiloba... cos it is only ngozi and tobiloba dat know clement is alone der

Nah. Clement sent the same message he sent to Ngozi to Sylvester and the police commissioner.

--continuation--
Hospitality and comfortability are a constant factor in a man's life. Young Peter, the youth corper is hospitable and Clement couldn't deny that fact, but the comfortability of his room is nothing to write hime about. Clement couldn't differentiate between the bed where he was sleeping and the bare floor. He couldn't even differentiate between the floor which seemed to have been concreticed a hundred years ago and the normal sandy floor. He just had to manage anything that comes his way. Even prisoner lived better than this, but the only difference is that, prisoners are in a confinement and are not permitted to go out while Peter is a free man who could go anywhere he wishes, therefore he preferred to be a Peter rather than a prisoner.
Clement didn't even know why he was thinking about the comfortability of Peter's apartment, even if he was given a water bed, he was sure he won't be closing his eyes, not even for a minute, not to talk of sleeping.
From where he lay, he could see Peter moving around the room, shaking his head vigorously that one would think it would fall, he held a book in his hand and was lifting up his hands and shaking them just like his head. Clement couldn't place what he was saying because he was speaking and unknown laguage. Then he heard him say something like
"In the book of eccleciastis chapter two, you said...." That was when it dawned on Clement that he has been praying.
But is that really how to pray? Does prayer involve exhausting all your energies? He couldn't explain, because in the church where he grew up, members of the congregation doesn't pray on their own. The man of God mounts the pupit, gives them a topic that is not in the bible and explains by linking it up with a chapter or two in the bible for the next twenty minutes, after which he would pray and everyone is free to go home. The same thing with the current church where he worshipped, the only difference was that, while in his childhood church, they don't sing, his current church, they sing before they listen to the world of God from the bilbe which is a sharp contrast with his childhood church, but the only similarity is that the man of God prays for a few minutes and they say the grace.
If someone can be praying like this, late in the night, then there is more to prayer, there is something he is missing in prayer and christainity, but now is not the time to dwell on that.
Peter had stopped praying by now and was peeping through the window with fear written all over his face.
"Inspector sir. Inspector Clement." He called.
"Yes?" Clement sat up.
"There is a problem." Peter said.
"What is the matter?"
"Come and see for yourself." Peter said without taking his eyes off whatever he was seeing outside.
Clement stood up and approached the window. His heart leapt out of his chest into his mouth with what he saw.
He didn't know what was going on, neither did he know who the men were, but from the appearance, he knew they were there for him, his fears was further confirmed when he saw one of Peter's neighbours whom he also met at the shed a few hours ago directing the gunmen.
"This is his car." He said pointing to Clement's Honda CRV. One of the gunmen quickly bent down and the next thing Clement heard was a sound which looked like his tyre was being deflated.
His only means of escape destroyed. He wasn't bothered.
But his main concern was the man directing the gunmen. So he could speak english? But why was he pretending.
"This is the house he entered. The young corper took him in after they chatted with us." The man said to them.
Clement had packed up his bag.
"Lets go man, you are not safe." Clement whispered.
"You can go. The two of us will alert them. God will protect me." Peter replied.
When Clement realised that he couldn't persuade Peter to follow him, he had to go alone.
Exactly when the door was opened at the men entered, Clement jumped outside through the window. The fear of the unknown made him jump directly on a pile of iron roofing sheet which made a loud noise.
"That's him over there." And they went after him.

--to be continued--

--continuation--
Ngozi who was lying just beside her fiancee expecting the powerful hands of sleep to lift them up and take them into the wonderland when her phone beeped, she discovered it was Clement.
"Excuse me baby." She said as she walked out of the bedroom.
She switched on the light as she entered the living room and sat down on one of the stools that stood beside the couches.
"Hello Clement." She said.
"Hello Ngozi, did you see my message?" He asked.
"Of course. Don't you think going in alone is risky?" She asked.
"Well, life itself is a risk. And moreso, I know what your reaction would be like if I said such. So please let me do my thing. All you need to do is get the backup team ready." Clement replied.
Ngozi felt guilty that moment but she was quick to overcome her guilt and she replaced it with a smile. Afterall, he deserved the cold treatments he got from her in the past weeks.
"If you insist then you can have your way." She replied.
"So, who is leading the backup team? Can I have his number?" Clement asked.
"I don't know. I think you should speak with Sylvester or the commissioner. The backup team is not from the headquarters. They are choosed randomly from different police stations." Ngozi explained.
"Okay. I'll talk to you later." Clement said and hung up.
Ngozi returned to the room a minute or two later to meet Tobiloba still awake.
"Who is that?" He asked.
"Clement." She replied as she joined him under the cover.
"What does he want?" He asked.
"He is on an assignment to get his father arrested." She replied.
"All alone?" He asked.
Ngozi nodded her head in the affirmative as she switched off her phone and tucked it under her pillow.
"Sweetheart, I beg you in the name of God if you are given such an assignment, reject it. If they are pestering you too much, just resign. Okay."
"Why?" Ngozi asked.
"Isn't that obvious? I don't want to loose you." He replied.
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Kelvin was discussing in whispers with Mr Ayo Okorie and Abdul Maleek inside a bedroom which he guessed belonged to Abdul Maleek because of the different flags that stood beside his bed.
A sudanese flag stood tallest amidst the flags while the Khal corp flag came next to it. The united states of America's flag stood at the far end of the room, but the only strange thing about it was it burnt edge, almost half of it has been burnt. Kelvin smiled. An average American won't mind loosing his life, provided the flag would remain safe. And lastly the Nigerian flag which had a red line crossed over it. What it meant, he didn't know.
"Don't you think a team should be deployed to that area before 2AM?" Maleek asked.
"I don't think that's the best of ideas, but the best thing we can do is to feed Chief Patrick in right away. So he can alert the security men with him." Mr Ayo, an ex millitant explained.
"I stand with Mr Ayo on this. And I think the security men should not only be alerted, but they should comb the whole village and fish out the man before he makes the first move. And as things were, it seems he is alone on this." Kelvin explained.
"Lets give Chief a call then." Maleek said already reaching for his phone."
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Chief Obi Patrick looked all tensed after dropping Maleek's call. The reason for this is not far fetched if not the fact that a policeman is very close to his hideout, ready to take him out by two o'clock in the morning. Even though Maleek assured him that it is not Clement because Clement is already in their custody. But Chief Obi was not convinced because he knew a policeman of Clement's calibre would be missing and the country will still be this silent or there wouldn't have been war in place? He only agreed with Maleek so that they can end the conversation to enable him handle the situation properly.
His Chief bodyguard came in with another bodyguard.
"You called me." He said.
"Yeah. Clement is around. Get your men ready, go from house to house as discreet as you can be, fish him out and end his life." Chief Obi ordered.
"You mean we shouldn't bring him here before taking his life?" The chief bodyguard asked.
Chief Obi smiled that moment, the thought that crossed his mind was "you are not fifty percent sure that you'll get him, now you are talking about bringing him here."
"Just kill him okay?"
The men left his presence immediately.

--to be continued--

I would have loved to update some more tonight, but am on a mission. A mission to recover all the files I have lost in the last two days, most of my new story that I already saved its first ten chapters are gone.
Lets just meet tomorrow.

Shebi all of you want to know the mole ni? You will all know him/her in due time.
The next update is to test your guessing abilities. Anyone that guessed right will win a rare gift.

--continuation--
The corper who later introduced himself as Peter spoke to his 'naughty neighbours' as he called them in their local dialet that one would think he was born and brought up in the environment. One after the other, the people sitting under the shed came to Clement and hugged him.
It takes the grace of God to reciprocate such gesture without throwing up. Clement squeezed his face in disgust, the odour emanating from their bodies alone was enough to kill him, the way his skin felt their skin, most especially, their palms was enough reason to create marks on his smooth skin.
"Can we leave now?" He asked Peter when he had exchanged pleasantries with them.
"No we can't. I am yet to ask them the question you asked me." Peter replied.
Clement felt like removing his gun and boring a hole into his head because he couldn't imagine the exact thing he had been discussing with them for almost three minutes which prompted them to exchange pleasantries with them.
"Please be fast about it." Clement urged as he took a few steps backwards, out of the shed to breathe in fresh air which has been polluted by the cow dungs and another odour which he guessed must have been coming from a big drum where a young boy was stirring its content with a big stick, while another elderly woman was removing something which looked like a thick cloth and dipping it back for the boy to stir.
He could hear Peter conversing with them.
"They said they have never seen the occupants of the house." Peter said to him.
"But people live in there right?" Clement asked still looking at the boy who was stirring the content of the drum with expertise. He must have been doing this even before he was given birth to. The thought of this amused him.
"I think people live in there." Peter replied.
"Since when did they begin to notice movements in the house?" Clement asked.
Peter turned to his neighbours who were laughing as Peter conversed with Clement.
"They said, just recently many cars drove into the house and they never came out." Peter replied.
Clement opened his mouth to ask another question.
"I think they are tired already. They all claimed they would answer my questions no more." Peter chipped in.
With the little he had learnt, all thanks to Peter, the intermediary, it should be enough to gather his thoughts and make it whole.
Not too long ago, several cars drove into the house and they never came out. Not too long ago, Chief Obi Patrick went into hiding. It could be a coincidence assuming he was just a senior police officer, but he was dead sure because the house belonged to his father.
"What was that boy stirring inside the drum?" Clement asked, this time they were back in the car.
"that's the first stage in the process of leather and other things that could be gotten from cow skin." Peter replied.
Clement watched with fascination. Even though he had a perfect childhood, grew up like every normal kid, played with toys like every other kids, rode bicycle like every other kids, made friends with other kids in the estate, fought with the big boys around just to show his strength and impress the pretty girl next door. He knew he was still ignorant of some certain things. He still couldn't differentiate between some things that a ten year old boy would differentiate extensively in minutes. It was too late to start learning some things which he felt were useless, but he still planned on making sure his daughter experience everything such as moutain climb with village kids, fishing and snail hunting with village kids and some other plays that impresses kids from Lagos and other big cities.
"Where do you plan spending the night?" Peter asked.
It was then Clement realised he didn't plan ahead of his visit, even though the thought of sleeping inside his car once came to his mind.
"You can pass the night in my apartment if you don't mind." Peter added.
Clement smiled. It may end up being one of the worst night rest of his life, but it was an experience that is worth it.
As he lifted his small bag out of the backseat which Peter dutifully collected from him, he quickly sent a text message to his colleagues, mainly, the commissioner, Sylvester and Ngozi, which reads;
"Everything is currently under control. Get back to me, once the backup team is in place. Moving in by 2am."

--to be continued--

To the guys on my whatsapp contact, most especially the members of our wonderful group chat. Bear with me, I won't be returning to whatsapp today, neither will I be available tomorrow.
Latest by sunday, I should be back.

shankies215:
D9ty7, wait oh! Yhu mean clement is going to his father's hideout alone! I jst feel its risky! Beth anyhow sha, Carry Go!

Clement has a plan. Going there with many police officers is risky than going alone. Just watch him play his game. Moreso, there is always a backup team somewhere.
I missed you guys.

Only a few days away from Nairaland and you already made the frontpage. Wow! Am glad I am a part of this wonderful piece.
I may want to criticise your work, but all has been said and I hope you'll do something about it.
Now my own correction is written below in bold.
If you will agree with me, this is a comedy right? And you want people to enjoy reading this piece? Then you are not making this enjoyable to say the truth.
I think by all standards, if you want to write comedies here on Nairaland, then you have to update frequently, the way you update is killing the vibe, I believe you can up your game.
Give a specific time when you'll be dropping your updates, so pple can look forward to it.
Just my 2cents.

--continuation--
The road was swampy and he could feel it as his car moved along the untarred road which leads to his father's hideout. All thanks to the air condition of the car which was on, he would have suffocated behind the wheels as a result of the offensive odour of cow dungs and rotten animals which wafted through his nose as he moved slowly.
There were several houses on both sides of the road which couldn't take two cars at a time, most of the houses were tatched, while a few others were covered with corrugated iron sheets, but his instincts told him the sheets have worned out and the possibility of it leaking is very high.
"Is this a kind of an inhabited area?" He asked himself as he stepped on the gas to give the car more life. He was at the verge of giving up when he saw a burning candle from afar. This further lifted his spirit as he sped towards it, the odour that greeted him the moment he got there was enough for him to change the car to 'reverse' and back out of the settlement. He tapped the car honk twice to get the attention of the people sitting under the very large shed.
An elderly man approached him.
"Good evening sir." He greeted.
The man looked at him like he was out of his mind, then bursted into laughter. He turned back to face his fellows under the shed and said something to them in their local dialet, they all bursted into laughter, the cause of their laughter he couldn't fathom.
"Please, I am a policeman." He said loudly so as to stop their laughter, but this further increased their laughter much to his anger. He couldn't help but smile when he saw a small boy rolling on the floor while laughing. The boy should roughly be in his mid teens.
"Any future for him?" He asked himself. Certainly, the present day government is a total failure.
They continued laughing while he sat there in his car watching them, everything they did seemed to amuse him, but remembering the reason why he was there in the first place, he ignited the car engine and drove off when he heard a voice.
"Hey!." He heard someone call him.
He stepped on the brake and brought the car to a halt while he waited for whoever called him.
"Can I come in?" He heard the guy ask.
So, someone who could speak English resides in this village? That sounds interesting.
"Yes you can." He said unlocking the car door from where he sat behind the wheel.
The young man hopped in and sat on the passenger seat. From his face, one could deduce that he is still in his twenties.
"I lived somewhere around there. I was hearing your voice from inside, so I decided to come and see what was amusing my naughty neighbours." He said and smile escaped his lips.
"What are you doing here?" Clement asked, he knew the youngman beside him does not deserve to live in this kind of environment and he doesn't belong here in any way.
"Am a youth corper." He replied.
Clement looked at the guy once again.
"A youth corper?" He asked.
The guy nodded his head in the affirmative. "You mean, you are a graduate?" He asked. The guy still nodded in the affirmative.
"So what are you doing here? I mean, what's your main duty here?"
"I teach in the only secondary school around here." The corper replied.
"You mean there is a school here?"
"Yeah, but you'll have to go further into the village, here is just a hidden part of the village, but driving in from the town, you'll be tempted to drive into this part, but in the end you'll realise that there is nothing here." The corper explained.
Clement seemed to be enjoying his conversation with the corper, but he knew time was not on his side.
"I am a policeman." Clement said flashing his identity card befor him. "I am here on an official assignment, but I need your help."
"If its something within my capacity, I'll do it." The corper replied.
Clement switched on the headlight of the car from where they were such that it shown brightly on the gate of a house far ahead of them.
"Who owned that house?" He asked.
"Sir, I don't know. I started here a few months ago, but lets ask around." The corper replied already opening the car door.
"Ask who? Your naughty neighbours?"
"They are cool actually and friendly too. They just enjoyed laughing at English speakers." He explained, this time he had entered their shed.

--to be continued--

Hey guys, goodnews, my phone just packed down. lolz
So na so una loff me reach? Na wa o.
Update resumes immediately. Lemme go look for my saved files, I pray they should still be intact.

Hey guys, bad news. My phone just packed up today

lalasticlala:
Cool.

How often do you visit this section?

Another new story? Which kind 2015 is this sef? I am yet to finish up with THE WEB. Now you are about starting unHOLY MATRIMONY. God dey o.
I'll join this train later on, but first I have to finish with THE WEB.
The great candy of Nairaland literature scetion republique 1.

--continuation--
The war against insurgency is similar to the war against HIV/Aids. The same was it is similar to the highly dreaded disease/virus in Africa, Ebola. In outlining the similarities, its is important to note that, a doctor treating an Ebola patient is at risk of contacting the virus, the percentage possibility is around seventy five to eighty while a policeman or any security agent fighting insurgency is at risk of being affected. The percentage of the officer himself being affected is around sixty if he played his cards well, but terrorists as a tool of insurgency are not interested in the officers fighting them, they believed that killing a security agent is unjust. Therefore, they prefer killing their family members, most especially, the ones that means a lot to the officers. Its could be his only daughter, only son, his children, his wife or anybody else. The emotional trauma that this brings is the joy of the insurgents, and as a result of the trauma, such officer would make rash decision because he is psycologically and emotionally imbalanced.
Inspector Clement as a front runner in the war against insurgency is a victim of the emotional inflicted suffering from Khal corp. In a bid to stop the corporation he lost his precious wife, and still unable to get a grip on himself or getting over his wife's death, he discovered that the big backbones of the corporation are two people whom he had spend the majority of his life with, his father as a political sponsor of the corporation and his brother as the main hitman who always executes the businesses of the corporation according to Jay, meaning, the possibility of Kelvin having a hand in his wife's death is way above half. And if it turns out that everything he had heard were true, then he had to arrest his father and brother, get them killed then do the needful himself.
But did he really want to commit sucide? He is not sure. Amanda needs at least a father figure.
He walked out of his room into the living room, a bottle of Mc' Dowells between his fingers. He unziped his bag which lay on the couch, tucked the bottle into the bag, dropped a few weapons that he would be needing, he zipped up the bag, grabbed his phone and walked out of the house, after switching off all the lights and securing the locks.
The time was 10:58pm. When he drove out of the compound headed for his father's suspected hideout.
His phone buzzed and when he checked, he realised it was a reminder he had set for his appointment with his doctor the following day. He was expected to visit the hospital once in a week at least for check up so as to control the effect his latest lung problem could cause him.
I'll go next week. He had concluded.
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Ngozi walked out of the bathroom a towel tied around her body. She walked over to the dressing table, dried herself of the water on her body and slipped on her nightie after which she joined her fiancee on the bed.
"Baby, you are not giving yourself rest these days." Tobi complained.
She smiled as she went under the covers.
"I think you need to take more rest. Call the office and take a two days sick leave, then by monday when you return to work, you'll see the difference. You look lean." Tobi adviced.
"I can't afford to miss an hour at work. At the stage that we are in, its either we have sleepless nights and stop Khal corp, or we sit back and watch them hijack this country." She replied.
"But I thought you said, you only needed to arrest Clement's dad and Kelvin. That shouldn't be a problem or should it?" He asked.
Ngozi bursted into laughter.
"Darling, do you think police job is similar to your job where you sit down comfortably in an air conditioned office?" She asked.
"That shows how risky the job is." He replied in his usual line.
"I know that's what you'll say. But I want you to know that while some people work in the banking industry to make sure there is enough money in circulation, so people have to be the security for the bank, the money in it, and the customers." She said.
"Okay, I agree." He said smiling.
Silence enveloped the room for the next five minutes, the highest that it takes before Tobiloba sleeps off.
"Sweetheart, are you sleeping already?" She asked putting her hand on his sholder.
"No." He replied.
"I want to get your permission concerning one issue like that." She said.
"And what is that?" He asked.
"At this crucial stage we have decided at work that every officer will work twenty four hours, meaning I won't be coming home tomorrow. Its just for a few days actually." she explained.
"And you think that's possible?"

--to be continued--

almacherish:
E concern u? no be u 4get me...... U just disappeared na

Oya no vex senior sis. I'll try and show up one of these days.
Oya smile nau

And a big shoutout goes to Neephemie.
GOODNIGHT ALL!

chistar01:
Okay, we are here now... Let's get reading.

The great CHISTAR in the building. Three gbosa for the boss himself.
'gbosa!' 'gbosa!' 'gbosa!!!'

--continuation--
A few hours after Clement returned from the School of Aviation after his investigative search with an helicopter, he had met with the police commissioner who he briefed his next line of action and they both reached a unitary conclusion, with no one disagreeing with the other. This is the kind of partner Clement has always craved for but the heirachy within the force seemed to enjoy giving him the wrong set of people. Ngozi looked promising at first, but a few months later after he refused to help his brother out of police custody, she saw him as her greatest enemy. Sylvester was the best when he first came, very supportive, submissive and above all, ready to learn from Clement. But a few days of Clement's absence gave Sylvester the chance to lead a police team to Mr Ayo Okorie's residence which resulted into Mr Ayo fleeing for the fear of being caught. This success alone added a feather to Sylvester's wing and he felt he could handle the case his own way which convinced the former police commissioner to handle the case to Sylvester who didn't spend up to a week before he broke the duties in bit between himself, Clement and some other tops officers in the field. And shortly afterwards, all powers returned to Clement. How God works, a mystery.
So far so good, Mike is the onlt officer who had worked with him until lately when he started misbehaving. Because the Mike who became a force to reckon with was all thanks to the fact that he(Clement) took him under his tetulage, but at some point, an apprentice becomes better than his teacher, but not to the extent of disobeying your teacher. If he continued thinking about his colleagues, then he certainly would spend the whole day doing that.
He cleared his throat to gain the attentions of his colleagues.
"Oh! You are back? How was your trip?" Ngozi asked as if she was just noticing him for the first time.
Clement only smiled.
"I have a plan." He said.
Sylvester readjusted his sitting position just to listen to the plan of the 'great Clement.'
"I have decided to go in against my dad, while I live you two to battle Khal corp. Not to worry, I'll be out in a day or two, then together we'll do it." Clement explained.
Sylvester loved the idea.
"So how do you want to do that? Is there a plan in place?" Sylvester asked.
Clement loved the response.
"You guys will have to return to Mr Ayo's residence, then from there I believe you could get something that'll lead you guys to the khal corp." Clement explained.
Ngozi froze in fear.
"There is nothing in Mr Ayo's residence, we can try a better approach. And I think the release of Kelvin should be our number one priority." She replied.
"Well, by getting Khal corp, we have Mike. And I think Mr Ayo's residence has a lot to offer, and by the way, Mike said you told him about a map while you were in the hospital. What's it all about? Can I have it?" Clement asked.
"Its nothing and No, you can't have it." She replied.
"Okay, so are we in?" He asked.
"Yeah." Sylvester replied.
"Good." Clement enthused and turned to face a rather quiet Ngozi who was not like this twenty five seconds ago.
"Ngo, are you in?" He asked.
Did he just call he 'Ngo'? Does that mean that all her cold, hot and silent treatment does not in any way affect him? She must have been wasting her time all these while.
THE MAP

--to be continued--

almacherish:
A bucket of ice cream will do...... Tnx

A bucket of ice cream? Eeewo! Which kind girl be dis? U wan use am baff ni?
Anyways, its been a while I checked you on ur side. Hope you are good?