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And seunviju just commented and I happened to be the first to see it. I love viju milk lyk anything.

I'll see if I can update tonight, but if it happens that I am unable to update then tomorrow is another day.
Big shout out to;
Labaski who thought I had forgotten her, but hell no, she is still on my mind like our able super moderator MYND.
Tobilastik who wanted me to publish this story. Lets see how things goes.
Adewealth027, Flakeey, macpetrus, loabb2, donPhill, afamjb, mariamferanmi, jorghor, Beckytee, kocvalour, Emmanuel1997, teamplayey and a host of others who had commented so far today. Your comments are well appreciated.
To be sincere, I'll miss you guys when I finish this story, but hey, its for more ideas to come.

I have seen comments of some people around here talking about PREDICTABILITY of the story. If I may ask, when a story is predictable, what does it mean? Does it mean the readers can predict the next line of action, the next chapter or the end part?
I saw a comment like Clement shouldn't be successful in his fight against his father, khal corp and his brother. Do you think this story was written to promote terrorism or the things that comes with it? I don't want to call this story a SATIRE, but somehow somehow it is criticising those things that affects our society.
And have you ever thought that if you bought a book and was reading it, can you tell the writer not to do something or influence the next chapter? No.
As a matter of fact, this story is not written or posted to satisfy anybody or do anybody's bidding, I wrote this and posted it because I want to see where I stand, and so far the comments are encouraging.
Going back to the predicted end of the story, you could have predicted that in the end Clement would die, if he does, it is part of the story and I am not a writer who changes his story line because the readers are guessing right what the next line of action would be.
So far, I have not seen anybody who predicted right which shows how unpredictable the story has been. And I think if you are able to get the right prediction for the end of story, it simply shows that everyday for the thief and one day for the owner. I have been springing suprises and if at the end you got the prediction, then know that predictions are not forthcoming anymore.
Please please and please, don't tell me what to do. Its my story. The only person that can tell me what to do is my editor or publisher and as far as this story is concerned, it is not meant for publishing. Lets just read and comment.

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After the news of Deoye's death sentence reached Clement and other policemen who were concerned with the case, as well as other eminent personalities in the state.
The lawyers who stood against Deoye were appreciated by the Speaker house of assembly Lagos state who when speaking with the reporters in the assembly premises after the court verdict claimed he had already written a petition to the Senate should the court verdict favour Deoye, then the judge deserved to be sanctioned on grounds of compromise.
Clement drove into the Federal school of Aviation in Lagos state just beside the Murtala international airport Ikeja. He headed straight for the Director General's office.
Clement who all through the night was busy with his colleague Amaka, a computer analyst who hacked into chief Obi Patrick's computer and got all of his assets and their locations, most importantly, his houses within Lagos state.
He acted based on the firsthand knowledge he had about his father when many years ago when they were still young, he drove them including Victoria to one of his houses, which was loacted in a village on the outskirt of Lagos majorly dominated by fulani herdsmen, they did a tour around the house which was small compared to the house which they live in. The kids asked their father questions about the owner of the house and during the course of the questioning, he told them this is his hiding place which he uses once in a while, maybe in two years or more. Clement was able to hold on to the fact and the moment Chief Obi Patrick went missing, he knew he surely had to be there which was what prompted him to invite Amaka after the close of work for some map searches. He believed Amaka who said it won't take her up to an hour before she finishes, so Clement thought that by 9pm she should be done, then he'll drive her to her apartment. But to their suprise, it was already 10:30pm before they realised how far they had gone into the night with no significant success recorded.
As a computer analyst, Amaka tried everything she could before she suggested the idea of hacking into Chief Obi's computer. And since every computer that belonged to either Chief Obi or his sons have something in common, this they knew themselves. Amaka was able to do some sort of magic before Clement's eyes and a page opened displaying every content of his father's computer. He saw the icon, 'assets' and clicked on it, he saw the house around the number ten spot and after much check, he was sure that it was really the house he had in mind.
"Are you set to go?" The director General asked.
"I think I am. Or is there something I ought to have brought along?" Clement asked.
"Well, there is nothing. Everything would be provided inside the chopper." The director general replied.
"Okay, lets go then." Clement said.
"Drop everything on you including your phones and even pens and pencils, keys inclusive."
clement obliged and dropped everything that was on him that moment. The reason for which he didn't know, but he had a feeling it is for the good that comes with it.
And so the Director General of the school of aviation took Clement to the field where he entered an helicopter and off it took off with its usual loud noise.
Ten minutes later, with his binoculars, Clement could see his father's hidden house from a million miles above the ground.
"Can we go down a little?" He asked.
"Its unsafe, going down and revealing ourselves to them would create a kind of awareness and they could decide to blow us off." The pilot, a white man replied.
"Its unsafe for them to blow us off considering the fact that were a directly above them. Meaning we'll both be affected in anyways." Clement argued.
"You have a point, but I still stand on not going low to the last. I'll take a hundred miles down, then begin to circle the building. I believe that's all you need for now. Just know the security level of the house, then on your own you can think of how to take them out." The man said as he took the aircraft downwards.

--to be continued--

Who told you the nobel prize for literature can not return to Nigeria like it came during the active years of the great Soyinka?
I just love the way you write and to say this is the only story that I check up to about three times everyday for updates.
You are good with what you are doing. Oya one more update before 6pm. You know na.

More updates to drop.

loabb2:
Are we getting more updates today ? Please I dey gbadun you Jare my guy. Are u on whatsapp ??

Definitely bro. More updates will drop even before 6pm. Now that aside, I am on whatsapp.
For security purpose, send your number to my mail; durodolad9ty7@gmail.com. Or add the number on my signature.

Hey guys, I decided to add the court session for reasons best known to me. There might not me any more court sessions as we progress, only mentions of what happened in the court and the fianl judgement, that's all.
We are a few steps away from the end of the story. Together we'll get there.
I'll finish this story by God's grace before the end of this week provided we go with the pace we currently are going in.
Thanks for reading.

--continuation--
"I believe in the current world that we live in, we have heard about computers and how they work. While the videos might be real, the pictures are not, they are purely computer work. Maybe my opponents are too silly not to notice such a loophole." Odigwu continued.
"You are adviced against the use of foul languages. If you'll please adhere strictly to the rule." The court clerk cautioned.
Odigwu sat down and whispered somethings into Tina's ears. She smiled and gave him the thump up. He rose up again, this time with the bag he came in with.
"Sir, if at the end of presenting this evidences, justice is not served, then I believe the judicial council has been compromised and politicised." He began.
"Overulled." The judge roared.
Odigwu took his seat and awaited the next line of action from his opponents.
Benson stood up once again as took a large attendance book to the court clerk, then he returned to lay his claims.
"I believe my client Mr Adeoye in the video and pictures, he is the one. The mistake actually came on the part of the hotel who gave us pictures of a different day. That aside, the book before the honourable clerk of this cort room is the attendance of the customers who used the hotel on the tenth of April among which Adeoye Alade was among. One of the hotel receptionist who claimed he saw Mr Adeoye but was not on duty is here in this court." Benson continued.
"Let the witness come out." The young man came out, did every neccessary things and did exactly what was expected of him, his explanation was convincing enough and Odigwu felt he was loosing it.
"Thank you Mr Andrew." Benson said as the man walked out of the witness box.
Odigwu by now had stood up went to meet the clerk and collected the said attendance book. He opened it before Tina and they both went through it from the first page while Benson continued ranting.
A wide grin displayed on Odigwu's ugly face and he requested for the permission to counter Benson't claims which was granted.
"My lord, are we fools? Certainly we are not. But why do some people take us for fools? Even you can't explain. We are in the computer age, I don't believe they still make use of written attendance." He said.
"And will every emplyee sit down before a computer to sign in?" Benson asked.
Now he got Odigwu for the first time.
"Well, I am not driving at the use of attendance book. But this book is way too old to still be in use."
"And the date on the first page says 1999." Benson cut in.
"You are right, but I am suprised to see that it dated from 1999 to 2009. And then we have April 10 2012. How does that transition work? 2009 to 2012? Cut it out." Odigwu once again faulted the outdated attendance book.
Benson gave up, he had used three different approaches which was faulted by Odigwu.
"And my lord, I don't think it is too much for this court to sanction Barrister Benson, for three times now, he had jumped in between my talking which is against the law." Odigwu said.
The crowds in the cort room hailed him while Benson's jaw twitched.
"I believe this case has been concluded even without me presenting my evidences. But I know there might be some liniency on the suspect, I will present my evidences to this court." Odigwu said opening his bag.
The crowd in the court room hailed him.
"Here is a copy of a sanction letter signed by the state commissioner of police on the tenth of April." He said passing a copy to the clerk, one to Benson and his colleagues while he took one. He read the content of the letter which was addressed to the vehicle indentification commission asking the commission to provide the details of the owner of a black Hyundai which turned out to belong to Deoye. Another letter was written to Inspector Clement calling for the arrest of Deoye, pictures included and in the reply which was written by the public relation officer of the police which was signed by Clement, he ordered that the hyundai which at the time when the receptionist was assaulted was parked inside the hotel premises. The letter ordered the car to be towed from the hotel to the police station. More pictorial evidences were presented and also, the bed spread which still had blood stains on it was presented before the court and so also was the towel which was used by Deoye during his stay at the hotel was also presented with his body print showing after the lab test.
No doubt, Odugwu had taken the case beyond Benson and his group of SANs.
Tina did wonderfully well in presenting her case against Deoye on murder charges, while her opponets agreed to everything she said much to everybody's suprise.
In the end, Deoye was sentenced to Death by hangin, while his accomplice got at least fifteen years in prison each. Don was sentenced to death by hanging too on previous charges that has been placed against him.

--to be continued--

--continuation--
The second session was about to begin officially when the court clerk made a pronouncement of the presence of another lawyer in the court room.
"Can we have Barrister John Odigwu is the hall please?" The clerk said.
A light complexioned skinny who is probably in his mid forties, but as a result of his stature, one would mistake him for a student in his twenties.
"I am Barrister John Odigwu, prosecuting counsel for the Royal ville hotel and suite. On the case file of a certain Mr Adeoye Alade and his friends who violently assaulted a certain Miss Olubukola Mathew, an employee of the above hotel on the tenth day of April." The Barrister introduced himself.
"Why did you come in late?" The judge asked.
"I was held up in the traffice and moreso, I had to travel down from Abuja this morning." He replied.
"You'll be sanctioned for that, and you know what to do." The judge said smiling for the first time.
"Definitely sir." Johnson Odigwu replied laughing.
Barrister Tina shared in the fun too, as well as her counterparts from the defence.
After being told what to do, Barrister Johnson walked over to the defence counsels and greeted them professionally, even though he greeted Barrister Olu with a lot of respect, outside professionalism. The kind of relationship that exist or existed between them, is of nobody's concern.
He walked over to the procesuting counsel's seat and and exchanged pleasantries with Tina after which they both shared ideas under a minute, and the next minute, Odigwu was up.
"My lord, permit me to say Mr Deoye Alade is guilty of the following offences, one physical assault on my client, Miss Olubukola. Attempted murder on my client Miss Olubukola. Illegal possession of firearm." He explained. He beckoned on Barrister Tina who stood up and stated her charges against Deoye.
"On the tenth day of April, Mr Adeoye on hearing that the police are waiting for him outside Royal ville hotel, he forcefully inserted at least half the length of his gun which my client identified as a 9mm revolver into her private part, thereby destroying her womb and causing other vaginal injuries to her." He said and looked at Tina who urged him to continue.
"I believe as it was stated in the constitution, every case should be treated without bias. Without even taking into consideration the status of the person involved in the case." Odigwu said and sat down.
The brilliant Barrister Benson rose up and to counter Odigwu, his greatest nightmare whom he first met while they were still working under a senior lawyer as youths. After going their seperate ways, Odigwu was the only lawyer who had defeated him consecutively six times in different cases, the only times he had tasted defeat as a lawyer, and he only managed a meagre two victories against Odigwu before he left for Abuja.
It was the believe of every criminal that, once Benson is on the prosecuting side, get the services of Odigwu in defence and you are good to go.
"I want to counter the claims of Barrister Odigwu. On the tenth day of April, with pictorial and video evidences, my client, Adeoye Alade was at the premier hotel in Ibadan, oyo state. So how possible is it for him to be in two places at a time?" Benson began in his usual questioning manner.
Its a trick he learnt from a seasoned Nigerian lawyer, Afe Babalola(SAN), throw a question at the judge. Give him a reason to think throughout the hearing, his mind will be split between listening to the lawyers and finding answers to the questions.
"The evidences please." The clerk said.
Benson presented the pictorial evidences in a large format printed photograph showing Deoye booking a room inside the premier hotel. The video evidence was played on a large projected screen."
"Permission to counter my opponent's claims?" Odigwu said.
"Go on." The judge said.
"According to the pictures presented, it was quite evident that Mr Adeoye was truly at premier hotel, but on what day? Moreso, I believe the picture and the videos was of the same day. In the video, Mr Adeoye was just entering the hotel with his bag, at the counter according to the pictures, he still had the bag with him. But no one seemed to notice he had different shirts on on both occassions, by standard, the bags are actually different too." Odigwu explained confidently.
Benson felt like dieing that minute, because he couldn't imagine himself making a mistake such as this. He failed to check the evidences with scrutiny.
A smile escaped Odigwu's lips.

--to be continued--

The rate at which people plagiarise other people's works in quite disheartening.
Some writers here on Nairaland are bringing in published books for us to read, some are copying stories from other websites and they are bringing it to Nairaland.
I think we need to do something about it. We shouldn't just endorse stories for the frontpage, but know if the story once existed on was written by someone else.
You know what I mean, don't you?
I have decided to leave the literature section for good as soon as I am through with my stories. I think most old writers who left, left because of the new writers that we have who wanted to write but are too lazy to write, so they steal other people's works.
If anything needs to be done, lets do it. Literature section belongs to us, we should handle it well.
Cc: Obinnau, Myndd44, HumbledbYGrace, Dyoungstar, Frank317, LarrySun, TemitopeDaniel and other Nairaland super writers.

--continuation--
"You can take it my dear. You just consider the good comes with the offer. A chance to move in with lawyers like myself, then you'll be opportuned to rub shoulders with the kings. As a matter of fact if you take this offer and it worked our way, I can connect you and make sure you become the lawyer of an eminent personality around. I'll connect you." Barrister Olu continued.
"Sir, I love your kindness and decision to help me to the top, but I am sorry to disappoint you. I'll rather work my way to the top than be catapaulted to the top." She replied.
"No one is catapaulting you to the top. You can be at the ministry and still work for me. We'll go to court together, we'll win and we'll share the praises together."
"Sir, with all due respect, I don't believe in sharing praises. Lets make this scenario a case study. You have your law chamber, Barrister Kunle has his, Barrister Benson has his own chamber, Barrister Ms Martince works for Barrister Kunle, these people are established lawyers who are already at the top. I don't think I stand a chance."
"Well, you have a point. But what about that boy, Kenneth? He is in my chamber." Barrister Olu argued.
"That's true. Researches has been made and we discovered that Kenneth is actually your in-law, your wife's nephew. He finished law school a few months ago and he has followed you to every hearing since then. What about other lawyers in your chamber,are they being afforded this luxury?" Tina asked.
Barrister Olu was touched by her words, but conscience is not present that minute.
"Well, that't not the reason why we are here. Take you money and let's win this case."
"Sir, as you can see, I don't have a car. I live with a friend in a flat which we both contributed to rent. I am satisfied, I work and I earn justifiably. One day, I'll earn big." She poured out.
"And if you'll permit me sir, we have less than a minute to return to the court room for the completion of the case. Let whoever is guilty face the music. I don't mind loosing this case, but not with intentions. I'll loose if I loose, but not because I wanted to loose. So many bloods are on me expecting me to do my job and get vengeance on their behalf." With this, she stormed out of the hall.
Barrister Olu was stunned. If an upcoming lawyer could do this, reject a tantalizing offer such as this, then only God knows what he/she would do if he/she ended up becoming a household name. Another Gani Fawehinmi in the making, but this time, the female version.
He shook off his suprises and walked out.
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Tina just finished addressing the agreived family members of the students who were killed and the hotel attendant. They cried for justice and she assured them to do all she could to put smiles on their faces.
Her recent encounter with Barrister Olu gave her some kind of confidence, because if the defence counsels could come with a bribe, then it seems they are loosing it. She was ready to exploit that weak side of theirs to win the case.
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Barrister Olu joined his colleagues in the court room.
"How was it?" Barrister Kunle(SAN) asked.
"She refused." Barrister Olu replied.
Everyone in his team sighed.
"Is she that stubborn?" Barrister Kunle asked.
"She proved it." Barrister Olu replied.
"Are you sure she won't use that against us?" Kenneth asked.
"She won't." Benson replied.
"The chances?" Kenneth asked.
"It could happen to anyone. So she dare not use that in her defence of whatever." Benson replied.
Just then, the Judge walked into the court room and everyone rose up at once, including the lawyers.
After the judge had sat down, everyone sat down.
Barrister Tina looked at her opponents and she locked eyes with Barrister Olu for a few seconds. She smiled.

--to be continued--

--continuation--
It was five minutes before the end of recess and the court room was almost empty, the lawyers were re-structuring, re-strategising their approach to the case when the session resumes. Barrister Olu and his team of lawyers were going through some set of pictures and a laptop computer was opened before them, a large book, with a green and white cover and the Nigeria's coat of arm crested on the cover, 'THE CONSTITUTION' was clearly inscribed on the back cover. With look on the faces of the defence counsels, they seemed to be having issues, a man was explaining somethings to them.
Though, Barrister Ms Tina could hear them, but she couldn't process the things she heard to her understanding. Her mind was far away, she could see herself slumping to defeat in a matter of hours. If the arguements from both sides should be rated with marks, then she definitely would struggle with Barrister Benson who hadn't said a thing, other than introduce himself. She knew all she had said was off point, she couldn't put something strong on Deoye and his gang, all she could do was ask questions, introduce witnesses and by legal standard, a tricky case such as this has a proceedure of its own. Even though a well bred individual will know from the onset that the defence team were only in court because they were paid. But in the law court, nothing is impposible. Evidences and oratorical ability will definitely count, and Barrister Ms Tina, the prosecuting counsel lacked in that aspect. She was psycologically distabilised by the presence of her oponents, the way they spoke alone was enough reasons for her to stutter and stammer. The note of finality in their voice was enough reason for her to forget what she intended saying.
Tina was discussing with the hotel attendant who was assaulted by Deoye.
"You just have to be strong. Justice will be yours today." Tina said squeezing her shoulder.
"Aunty, these people must not go unpunished, I have suffered. I spent weeks in the hospital before I could walk, it has been confirmed that my womb has been affected. I must not loose on two grounds." She cried.
Tina moved close to her and embraced her, giving her a shoulder to cry on.
Just then Barrister Olu Olowolayemo(SAN) came to their side.
"Barrister Tina, can I see you behind the camera?" He asked.
"Definitely sir." She replied.
"Okay, this way." The elderly man said leading the way towards another empty court room.
"Stay here please, I'll be back in a jiffy." Tina said walking in the same direction her senior colleague had went.
"Here I am sir." Tina said on entering the empty hall.
"Barrister Tina, which law chamber do you work for?" Barrister Olu asked.
"I am not a commercial lawyer. I work for the government." She replied.
"Meaning, you are at the ministry of justice?"
"Yes sir." Tina replied.
"That's good too. I am thinking maybe we could work this case and arrive at a similar conclusion."
"What are you insinuating sir?" Tina asked.
"Its simple, the government has nothing to gain in this case. If Deoye and his gangs were sentenced to death or a jail term, its a loss on the path of the government. One these boys are innocent of the charges against them and it will be total injustice if they are punished. Two, four girls were killed as a result of their involvement in cultism and some people wants to pin in on Deoye and his friends, if injustice prevails and this boys get punished, they are the future of this country, they should be allowed to actualise their dreams."
Tina has her mouth agape as she listened to what the elder law practitioner was saying. She was not only suprised, but scared at the same time. On the reason that, if a lawyer of Barrister Olu's calibre could be compromised up till this level, then the Nigerian Bar association where he is the chairman of the South-west chapter is in trouble.
"Here is a cheque of ten million naira. Turn around the case in our favour and you'll be given a car of your choice and a duplex to live in. Just make sure these boys are discharged and acquitted."
"Sir..... I don't.... No no no. I'll be able to take this." She stammered.
"You said?"
"I don't think I'll be able to take your offers sir." She replied.
Its a temptation that is worth falling for, but she wasn't sure if she should take it or not.
--to be continued--

Since Fembleez1 already said you are good to go. I believe you are good to go.
In other news, d9ty7 is still very much around.

TrishaP:
What happened to this story @d9ty?

Don't mind me. I have two stories running concurrently here on Nl. As soon as I am thru with my other story which is in its second to the last chapter, I'll complete this one too.

princesa:
D9ty7, I will hit you up soon on ur mail.

Just seeing this now.

That will be all for today. My subscription finishes in five minutes time. Update resumes on when I must have subscribed.

--continuation--
The chief Judge of a Lagos high court walked into the cort room which was burstling with activities and noises some few minutes ago, but the moment the judged walked in, everywhere fell silent.
"The next case is the murder case between the government and a certain Adeoye Alabi and his associates. 4311KJ00055." The court clerk read.
A group of plocemen numbering up to fifteen led a group of guys into the court and up into the criminal box.
"The defence counsel and the prosecuting counsel, shall they introduce themselves?" The judge asked.
The court room fell silent once again. An elderly man stood up and faced the judge. The man should roughly be in his mid or late fifties, a popular lawyer, a senior advocate of Nigeria.
"My name is Barrister Olu Olowolayemo SAN. The defence counsel. And with me on my team is, Barrister Kunle Johson also a senior Advocate." An elderly man stood up and bowed before the judge.
"Also on my team is Barrister Omolola Olubukola Martins." Barrister Olu continued. A young lady of about thirty three stood up and bowed before the judge.
"I have on my team, Battister Kenneth." Another young man, this time a very young man, whom from a far off, one could guess right the age bracket he belonged to. He should be in his mid twenties. A fresh university graduate.
"And lastly on my team is Barrister Benson." The court room went into applause as a dark stout man stood up and bowed before the judge.
"Order!" The court clerk called and the hall fell silent again.
Certainly, the Barrister Olu's team of lawyers will definitely win any case regardless of the evidences that would be produced against. Two senior Advocate of Nigeria alongsie two young lawyers who according to a magazine in Lagos, the last fifteen cases they hadled, they had not lost, talking about Barrister Benson and Barrister Ms Martins. And an unknown lawyer whose fresh brain would do a lot of good today.
"The procesuting cousel please." The Judge called.
A young police lawyer reluctantly stood up and faced the judge, thank God for her chocolate complexion, one would have seen the goose pimple all over her body. She had a feeling she would loose the case, considering the class of lawyers she was up against.
"I am Barrister Tina Adams, the prosecuting counsel for the government." She said, after which she walked over to where her opponents sat and shook hands with all of them.
She loved the way they greeted her, not smiling, but one would know they are not not far from smiling. But professionalism had to speak here. Only Ms Martins smiled when she was returning to her deck.
"Mr Adeoye Alade, on the seventeenth day of this month, you were arrested by the men of the Nigerian police on charges of man slaughter and murder of four students of the University of Lagos. Are you guilty or not?" Barrister Tina asked.
"Not guilty." Doeye replied.
"On the tenth day of April, you were caught at Royal ville hotel and suit where you brutally asaulted the hotel attendant by forcefully inserting the tip of your gun into her private part. Are you guilty or not?" Tina asked.
"Not guilty." Deoye replied with confindence.
He was glad that his parent agreed to help him out of this case which was why they paid millions of Naira to Barrister Olu who in turn secured the services of four other lawyers.
A young lady somewhere within the crowd bursted into tears and ran out of the hall. Deoye could remember her face, she was the hotel attendant whom he destroyed.
"Am a bad man." He thought amusingly and smiled.

--to be continued--

--continuation--
Mike has been locked up inside a cell after he was paraded before everyone in the building which he couldn't place how big it is. His mind was in a turmoil, he couldn't fathom why Kelvin would tell lies to his boys that he(Mike) is Clement and they fell for it.
Is he trying to protect his brother? Certainly not. But what is he up to? Only time will tell.
The iron bar into his cell slid opened and Kelvin walked in.
"Hey Miko." Kelvin said mockingly.
Mike ignored his greeting and kept to himself far out of the world, but this time not thinking.
"I think am talking to you." Kelvin said squatting in front of him.
"And when I decide not to answer you, you can go and die." Mike replied.
Kelvin smiled. "I am not dieing anytime soon, but you are, Inspector Clement of our time."
"That reminds me, what the fvck were you thinking when you introduced me to you bestial colleagues that I am Clement?" Mike asked.
"Its very simple, if you know for how long Maleek wanted to kill Clemen himself, you'll be suprised and I personally would love to see life drained out of Clement. Maleek won't give a chance to kill Clement if I should bring him here, and since no one recognises this Clement of a man, then you are the best candidate. That leaves me in pole position to kill Clement the same way I killed his fvcking wife." Kelvin explained.
"So, you mean Maleek will kill me?" Mike asked.
"Of course." Kelvin replied.
"Than why did you advice him to send me to Hezboella for more training?" Mike asked.
"Since you personally discovered that Habeeb is the mole within the police force, we needed someone else to help us blow off the police headquarter. Clement is the best option, but with you deputising for Clement, you'll do it. Mind you its sucidal." Kelvin explained.
"How did you know that I personally discovered Habeeb as the mole?" Mike asked.
"We have another mole within the police." Kelvin replied.
"Who is he?" Mike asked.
"You will know once you become a full member of Khal corp." Kelvin replied.
"But, do you realise I can foil your plans?" Mike asked his brain working tirelessly. He wanted to punish Kelvin and an idea just strucked him.
"How will you do that?" Kelvin asked.
"With my Identity card. My names are well written on it. And Maleek would be able to see that I am not Clement." Mike explained.
Kelvin without thinking twice moved closer to Mike in the squatting position and dipped his hand into his pocket. Mike smiled, there was nothing in his pocket, he managed to raise his cuffed hands above Kelvin and the next thing he did was grip Kelvin's neck with the chain. He pressed it real hard and he knew if he did this for the next three to five minute Kelvin would die, and he'll be killed too.
Kelvin screamed, but no one could hear his voice.
"Plead for my mercy." Mike said.
"No...... Way." Kelvin replied.
He loved his courage, even at the point of death, he didn't plead for mercy, that shows the kind of heart he has.
Just then a torchlight flashed in ther direction. Mike knew his fun is over, he released his grip and Kelvin slumped to the ground breathing hard like he'd faint the next minute.
"What's going on there?..." The armed man asked walking in.
"-k!." He said as he bent down checking on an almost motionless Danger-Kelv.
"Cell, 001, medical attention is urgently needed." The man said through the communication device attached to his shoulder.
"What did you do to him?" He asked moving closer to Mike.
Mike hoped he'll be foolish as well by squatting just like Kelvin, then he could catch some fun with him too.
"He had his crisis. I think asthma." Mike replied.
The man looked at him for a while then back to Kelvin who by now has been placed on a stretcher.
"I'll be back for you." He said, then left the cell with the medical team after securing the locks.
Mike bursted into laughter.
"Foolish people."
The light went off throwing everywhere into total darkness. It was then that Mike remembered the situation he is in. Death is lurking.

--to be continued--

--continuation--
Clement walked into the office three hours after he had left for a double header meeting with the state commissioner of police and and the Inspector General of police.
"How was the meeting?" Ngozi asked.
"It wasn't bad." He replied slumping on the chair.
"What was the final decision?" She asked.
"The ASP will be transferred to Bayelsa at the end of the week while the IG will meet with his commmittee in Abuja to decide the fate of the SP, you know he is nearing retirement, so it will be stupid to transfer him. Until the final decision he'll be on suspension." Clement explained.
"That means if things really go well, he could be retrenched?" She asked.
"Yeah, forced retirement." Clement replied.
"What of this woman? Ada?"
"Suspension until the end of the month." Clement replied hoping that the conversation would end there.
"Anything about Mike yet?" She asked.
"The IG claimed meeting is on with this Isreali intelligence agency, MOUSSAD. They'll be lending us a helping hand on the case." Clement replied, the excitement in his voice already worn off.
"That's ridiculous." Sylvester chipped in.
Clement wanted to laugh at the way Sylvester sounded. So he could talk, so why has he been keeping quiet? But when he heard that and international intelligence agency from Isreal will be coming down to Nigeria to help the police meaning the FBI's job is over, he voiced out.
"What's ridiculous about it?" Clement asked.
"Why should they bring in MOUSSAD? We here can bring down Khal corp." He said.
"Well, those in authority wants MOUSSAD in Nigeria, there is nothing we can do about it." Clement replied.
"But is there a diplomatic relationship between Nigeria and Isreal? I think we broke all relations during the civil war. So why is this happening so fast?" Sylvester asked.
"Ask Mr President that question then." Clement replied, automatically bringing an end to the discussion.
He closed his eyes and prayed for the powerful hands of sleep to carry him into the dreamland even thought he knew that it was fuitless. The day that one sleeps inside that office of theirs with the noise emanating from the generator house not too far from their window, such person is from the mars.
"Ngozi and I have finallized how best to get Danger-kelv." Sylvester began.
Clement opened his eyes slowly.
"Are you serious?" He asked facing Ngozi.
She nodded her head in the affirmative.
"What's our chances with the plan?" He asked further.
"Seventy percent." Sylvester replied.
His face lit up in excitement. "Lets hear it."
"According to what Ngozi told me, she had history with Kelvin and we could use that against him."
"Did you?" Clement asked Ngozi who nodded her head in the affirmative.
"He wanted us to take it serious and I believe he'll answer my call." She added.
"And if you give him a call now, what do you think will happen with the current situation? He'll leave his hiding place to answer your call?" Clement asked.
"You don't understand. We'll give him some time, let him have a feeling that we are back together, then I'll demand seeing him." Ngozi explained.
"And no right thinking human will fall for that. He knes you are a police officer, a front runner at that. You are one of the people who wants to arrest him at all cost, and you expect his to come out of his hiding place just to see you? Every history that you once had ended the last time you saw." Clement explained and opened his laptop.
"So, are you saying we shouldn't use this approach?" Sylvester asked.
"Sly, you should know better, this won't work. Think of something else."
"Why will it work? If it were to be someone else it would be worth trying, but when it comes to your brother, every plan doesn't work because he is an expert or untouchable." Ngozi said and hissed.
Clement smiled.

--to be continued--