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TiffanyJ:
For coming second, I've received an airtme. My appreciation goes to our benefactor (may God continue to provide for him accordingly). To princesa, D9ty7, Divepen and all that voted me, I say thank you and remain bless.(Amen)

Don't thank me, thank God. Moreso, I did nothing, other than remind your fans that they haven't voted for you. Those who voted for you deserved your appreciation more.

Shaxee:
seriously! Am really confuse about this whole thing!! Please explain

I think I can explain to you. This is it, at the start of every month, i.e on the 1st day of the month, voting for the best writer of the month starts. Readers will vote for three writers each, and after three weeks, the result would be collated and the writer with the highest number of votes will win the prize of #5000 and the writer with the second highest votes wins airtime.
The last week in the month is the time when the writer that updates regularly the most would be voted for, and as you can see, voting is on.

thronekid:
Firstly,i'm highly pleased you honoured my invitation,never thought u would.Thnkz fr dat.
I'l try to correct my self and try to adhere to everything u've said,Thnkz man.
What do you thnk bout the last episode '11,are there some changes in it?
my nyt was gud,yrx?

You are making me look like I am more than this. Abeg o!
I love the way your describe Ade's mum, that's an improvement on its own.
My night wasn't bad.

--continuation--
In a flash, Sylvester was back downstairs with the white box clutched between his palms.
"What do we do?" He asked. The time was ticking away and in fifteen seconds, they are done for.
"I don't know."Ngozi replied.
Immediately her mind flashed to Tobiloba, how would he feel if he heard the news? And he warned her, he adviced her to resign from the job, but either her stubborness or her love for the job made her remain on the job, now the love of the job is threatening her life and in a matter of seconds, she'll be dead and burnt beyond recognition. Even if she was to die now, she anticipated a nice and befitting burial, the one when police officers from far and near would come to pay their last respect to one of the officers who restored peace in Nigeria, and this little assumption of her said it all. She was yet to restore peace alongside her colleagues, and that means she is not dying now.
"Lets try the door." Ngozi ran towards the front door, tried pulling it open, but the door remained locked, no key hole, no door knob. She kicked, hit and even shot at the door, none of which worked.
Then she remembered the house was computerised and the only way to get out of there is to provide the passcode. But how will they provide the passcode to a house they were visiting for the first time.
Sylvester came to her side, he seemed to be reasoning along the same line with her, because spread on his palm was the sheet of paper where he jotted the codes which he used in opening the room upstairs and the safe.
Meanwhile Becky was having fun and smiling. She could see the jittery on their faces and body languages, they were sweating and speaking the english language like it was some strange language, at some point, Ngozi said something in english that sounded latin and her partner, Sylvester replied through gritted teeth that sounded Indonesian. She remembered when she watched the popular American series '24' which was starred by Kiefer Sutherland who played Jack Bauer in the series, she remembered Bauer was always ready to handle difficult task, he doesn't get jittery even in the face of death. She remembered his encounter with the Salazar brothers and even a part where his partner and son-in-law to be Chase had a bomb clamped on his arm, the only solution was to cut off his arm and he did it because he knew that was the only solution. So how come these two policemen are behaving like their role model, Jack Bauer didn't face a challenge greater than this. But, Jack Bauer acted a film where everything was set to be in his favour, he would always defeat the terrorists, but in this case, it is equal, either you are defeated or otherwise.
Sylvester stood before the keyboard that hung beside the door. He had the codes, but he needed to think before he could come up with a working code. Since he opened the last bedroom in upstairs with the code, 42-FK-BECK and there were a total of seven rooms in upstairs, that means, the first room upstairs would be opened with 35-FK-BECK, and dowstairs, there were eight rooms, including the kitchen, then some other safes in the living room, he decided to use the first code that came to his mind. '25-FK-BECK' He typed and 'clang' the door gave a sound and it slid open slowly.
And that was it, they were both thrown from the room as a result of the force with which the bomb went off and was smashed against the gate.
Sylvester groaned in pain as he stood up and looked at himself, he was lucky that the door was opened before the bomb went off, they were about making their way out of the house when it went off, all it could do was assist them, by catapaulting them to the gate.
His clothes were torn, because he remembered how they were thrown and passed through a giant flower which must have torn his cloth. A motionless Ngozi laid beside him, bleeding.
He needed help immediately.

--to be continued--

I was going thru my mention some few hours ago and I saw my name mentioned on you story, and now I have decided to show my humble self here and say one or two things.
---Let's get it done with---
All of these are written from the perspective of a writer;
1. Details: An important aspect of story writing, most especially prose is paying attention to details. As far as I am concerned, I only know 40% of things about Ade. Try to give us detailed description about the major characters. For instance, is Ade dark in complexion or otherwise? I believe you know what I mean?
2. Description of events: You tend to use narrative techniques when it comes to this. I love stories that are suspense filled. When Ade started with Jenny, you didn't tell us about their first conversation, how it was. You only told us they had feelings for each other. Fine, they were kids, but at some point, a girl will always be a girl. You made us understand that she had had a not so rosy childhood, paint a clear picture of her conversing with Ade and discussing their childhoods. You told us she was there for Ade when he lost his father, that makes it one sided, does that mean Ade never offered her comfort when she was down?
Now to Lizbeth, no detailed explanation about her, you onl told us Ade borrowed a note he missed from her and that was it. You told us Lizbeth was afraid to go into another relationship, but she wants to give Ade a try, what exactly is Ade doing right that makes him a ladies man? That simple question means we don't know much about this Ade of a guy.
3. At some point, when you must have finished this story, you'll realise that you have left somethings undone. So far, you have rushed things. At some point, I think Ade was nine, sometimes later he was fourteen, now he is seventeen, am sure you know what I mean. Just take your time to give us details and don't rush.
4. Grammar and punctuations are not my thing. Fembleez1 is doing a lot in the aspect of grammar, some great peepz have pointed out some 'punctuational' errors too. Just adhere to them and be sure to rock Nairaland literature section in 2015.
Good morning, how was your night?

--continuation--
Chief Obi Patrick was standing in the living room beside the television and his CSO was seated on one of the few available couches.
"Are you saying Clement came to the house?" He asked.
"Yes sir. He came, claiming he wanted to see you, but we refused him. Not dettered by that, he still insisted on entering the house even without you inside." The Cheif Security officer explained.
"Don't you think that boy is overstepping his boundaries? He has already gotten enough warnings about his chosen profession. We killed his wife, but it seemed he wasn't affected by this, he just returned to work a lot more stronger. What do you think we can do?" Chief said.
"Sir, I am not in the best position to pass a judgement on Clement, but I think as your son, you know how to punish him, and it'll be good if you do just that."
Chief Obi thought for a while, how will it soound, if he orddered the death of his son? What would be his gain if he should kill his own son? Maybe killing his two weeks old baby will do, but the girl is in America, there is no reliable man to do the job. Kelvin is now a wanted man, while the other members of the khal corp can't attempt travelling out of the country, they are not legal members, moreso, according to their informations, they had no jobs they were doing, they are not members of any legal organisation, and that makes it a point of duty for the immigration service to detain them, so that they'll be screaned before being granted the neccessary flying documents. To avoid them getting to America and turning into something else.
Maybe Amanda is not destined to die afterall, but Clement definitely won't survive this. Just then his phone beeped. He checked the caller and realised that it was on his associates with who they were sponsoring Khal corp.
"Hello prof." Chief Obi patrick said.
"Hello pat, where are you?" He asked.
"I am in my house, where nobody can see me. What's the matter?"
"The president will be confessing any moment from now. The police are acting on mere rumours that they heard the news. I am at the airport already, my flight would be announced in a minute." The prof explained.
"But where are you running to? You can be in your house and no own would show upto arrest you or anything.?"
The professor couldn't mutter a word. He didn't know wether to comment Chief Patrick or scold him. He needed to play by the rules, being an academician, who graduated up to the phd level in English. He had no idea of politics or how it is being played and he'd really want to know why
"Goodluck to you." Chief Patrick said, and immediately he heard a voice from the other end differnt from the professor's voice was enough to maked her cry.
"you are under arrest prof" The voice from the other end said.
Immediately Chief Obi Patrick hung up, removed his sim card, immediately threw it accross the room until it laded on a fireplace.
"Professor has been arrested." He announce to his chief security officer who flinched on his seat.
"So, what do we do?" The CSO asked.
"Well, I think we first of all needed to get at Clement before anything."
--to be continued--

--continuation--
Mike drove into Kamboil petroleum and gas station and drove towards the only attendant who was less busy.
"Good morning." He greeted as he switched off the ignition.
"Morning. How many litres?" The lady replied.
Her face looked a lot more familiar and Kelvin could remember the last time he was at the gas station. They were after Jay who would later confess to them that Kelvin was the one who blew up the car which confused the police and they escaped unoticed.
"Well, I am not here to buy fuel. I am here to see a man named Kenny, the manager." Mike replied.
"Did you call him before coming here?" The lady asked.
"No I didn't and why should I?" He asked.
"Its just that Kenny has been transferred to our outlet in Ibadan. We have a new manager here." She explained.
He wasn't expecting this latest news, but he was at least glad that Kenny was not the main target of the police, they only needed to use him to get Kelvin if possible.
"Well, it is not really Kenny I came to see, I actually wanted to find out about a man. Kelvin, he is Kenny's friend, he drives a wine coloured Nissan Murano and a white Chrysler300. Do you by any chance have met him before?"
The lady thought for a while, the description perfectly fits her crush. The handsome man who used to frequent the station, Kenny's friend. She could remember the first time he gave her money, he drove the Murano, and the second time, he came in the Chrysler. She didn't know his name because she felt it was unimportant for now. A part of her told her, he was interested in her, but she didn't want to be too jumpy.
"What are you?" She asked.
"I am a cop. This Kelvin of a man is somehow connected to the Khal corp. We need to know where he is and Kenny is our only option."
The lady realised that it would be dangerous for her if she claimed to have seen the man before, or tell them anything that could help in their investigation.
"But sir, your description really fits a man that used to come here sometimes ago, but he no longer visits. If you could present a picture of him, that would help." She explained.
Just then a black Range rover drove and came to a halt behind Mike's car.
"Hey man! Get your car off my way." Hakym said.
"One second please." Mike entered his car and moved forward a bit.
"How many litres sir? She asked.
"Full tank." Hakym replied as he counted wads of naira note and handed it to her.
He drove away a few minutes later.
Mike came out of his car and handed a small photograph of Kelvin to the lady.
"He used to come here but its been a while that he showed up last." She said.
"Like how long?" He asked.
"Maybe two weeks ago. Some few days before Kenny's transfer." She replied.
"And any possibilty of him showing up in the coming days?" Mike asked.
"None that I can think of, but Kenny left an instruction that the parcel he kept for him was in a certain locked safe in the office." She replied.
Mike thought for a while, the best thing to do is to blow up the safe and get whatever parcel it is that is inside, but on a second thought, he realised how that single act could bring their progresses to a halt and their plans into jeopardy.
"Lets see what happens in the coming days, if the parcel is really important, he'll come for it and please don't hesitate to give me a call immediately he shows up." Mike said as he handed a sheet of paper where his number were legibly scribbled to her.
"Okay sir." She said.
"Thanks for your time." He hopped behind the wheel and pulled out of the gas station.
The lady immediately gave Kenny a call requesting for Kelvin's number. One good turn they say deserves another. Kelvin has at a point in time aided her financially, now is the payback time. She needs to notify him of the looming danger.
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Hakym after driving out of the gas station remained in his Range rover spot by the roadside opposit the gas station. With the help of his binoculars, he could see Mike talking with the attendant, what was being discussed he had no idea of, and he needed to find out. Immediately Mike swung his car unto the road, he drove into the gas station, much to the suprise of the attendant.

Obinnau, sticky this thread please!!!
I VOTE LarrySun.

Natty14:
**d9ty7! ODOGWU! ODOGWU!! ODOGWU!!! btw ,dis Becky works for khal corp, hun? #make i relax dey wait for more update!

she worked for Jay. And you know that Jay worked for Kelvin after leaving the Khal corp, meaning she worked for Kelvin also.

Natty14:
**d9ty7! ODOGWU! ODOGWU!! ODOGWU!!! btw ,dis Becky works for khal corp, hun? #make i relax dey wait for more update!

she worked for Jay.

Shaxee:
wow! I never thought you'd accept my invitation! Thanks bro!!

Who am I not to accept your invitation?

Shaxee:
Royver say somethinq la i just want you guys to chose me on any role which i can participate on! I'll be looking for you guys relply! Ve a nice day!

HBG will do that. I think she is still on holiday. As soon as she returns, she'll do the needful hopefully.

Shaxee, I must commend you for the good job you've done here so far. As far as I am concerned, you have a perfect storyline, everything about the story is perfect, no mistakes so far. I love the way you detailed every bodily expressions which makes it look like I am watching one of my high school movie collections.
And based on one of your questions. I think so far, Roman is my favourite character, dnt ask me why. I think I love Vernice, Parker, Adri and maybe a bit of likeness for Maya too.
Maya's grandmother is something else.
I am definitely sticking around here till the end.
Cheers.

adewealth027:
I went there and it said thread closed

Well, for some Nairaland rules, the story would be completed here. Stick around.

Obinnau:
don't create multiple threads on Nairaland.

Alright. I think the second thread should be deleted or hidden.

More updates loading

As a result of the first thread reaching 170 pages which is a bit too much on the high side, I have decided to post the last few chapters here.

--continuation--
"Where are you?" Sylvester asked Becky on the screen.
Becky gave a short laugh before she spoke.
"You want to know where I am right?"
sylvester nodded in the affirmative, his eyes fixed on the screen while Ngozi busied herself with admiring the living room and stylishly taking note of some strange things, names, pictures and letters, she was dropping them in a bag.
"What business do you have with me? Why are you here in the first place? Why do you want to know where I am?" Becky asked.
"To start with, we were directed here by Jay, am sure you know him. He claimed we could get more information about Kelvin from you which is why we are here." Sylvester explained.
"Hey! Young lady, drop everything you've taken." Becky said referring to Ngozi who defiantly ignored her.
Ngozi kept on picking things and writing inside her notepad, much to Becky's anger, but there was nothing she could do. No one had ever attacked someone through the screen.
"So, would you be willing you tell us something that could help us, so that Jay can be released."
Becky's face lit up the moment she heard the word 'release.'
"Are you sure?"
Sylvester nodded in affirmation.
"Jay would be released without...?"
"Yes, he'll be released without trial, provided you give us informations that could help us get Kelvin."
Becky thought for a while, this could be a ploy just to make her talk. Even though she was willing to help them in any way she could, she still had some reservations which is exactly why they won't be getting out of there alive.
"Go upstairs, there is a room at the end of the lobby, go in there. The access code is 42-KF-BECK. The moment you enter, there is a shelf directly opposite the door, the access code is 43-KF-BECK, there is a box inside, white color, it belonged to Kelvin. If the box is with you, Kelvin will answer your call. He kept it with me thinking it was safe, but I have been using it against him, which was why he told me about his plans to eliminate Jay." Becky explained and Sylvester quickly scribbled down the codes and the directives.
"So, what's in the box?" He asked.
"Hey! Don't rush me, I am still coming to that. But why don't you go in there and fetch the box, I have something I want to discuss with your partner here. Then we can talk about the content of the box later." She replied.
Sylvester thought for a while, it seemed mouth watering, and easy. He didn't expect them to come into a house with high tecnology and get things so easily. But with the situation of things, he couldn't afford to waste even a minute pondering over issues such as thing. He walked to the extreme end of the living room where Ngozi was getting herself busy, and whispered something in her ear. She dipped her hand inside her bag and gave him a communication device and place in on his ear. She took one for herself too and connected them with her phone.
"Goodluck." She said, and off he left.
But he did what was expected of him as he sent a quick message and a recording of his conversation to Clement, so he can know the situation of things.
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"Young lady." Becky beckoned on Ngozi to move closer to the screen.
"Why don't you drop all you have taken from this living room?" Becky asked.
"And what if I don't?" Becky asked defiantly.
"Well, I am only concerned about your comfortabilty on your way out. Because, you won't be going out easily like you came in. You'll do some running and you know with that heavy bag, it will be somehow impossible." Becky explained.
Ngozi hissed and sat down on the table.
"You are a detective, your partner is a FBI agent, also a detective. Can't you guys use the brains God gave you? With all you've gotten so far, are you saying you haven't detected anything that is worth you questioning me?" Becky asked smiling.
Ngozi still ignored her question and just then, she heard Sylvester's voice, "I have gotten the box." He whispered. She smiled.
"He has gotten the box. I know." Becky said.
Ngozi was suprised that she knew Sylvester had gotten the box, how she knew, she didn't know.
She saw Becky carry a big rectangular box and dropped in on the table before her.
"What's that?" Ngozi asked.
"Just watch me." She replied and opened it.
Ngozi could see a form of wired network, on a board inside the box. Becky pressed a red button and immediately, an intercom which stood on the shelf beneathe the screen rang and a stop watch started reading from exactly thirty seconds.
"A bomb!" Ngozi exclaimed.
"Sly, there is a bomb down here. Get out of there as fast as possible, we have thirty seconds." She screamed.

--to be continued--

--continuation--
Mike walked into the cell where Jay was being held and switched on the light.
"What else do you want with me?" Jay asked angrily.
Mike ignored him as he went to the extreme of the room and drew out a chair which he took to the center where Jay was seated.
"How do you do?" Mike asked as he settled on the chair and put put his left leg on his right lap and his arms folded on his chest.
"I am good. What brings you here?" Jay asked.
He wanted to laugh because from the way Jay answered his question, it seemed he had concluded that the cell was his house or office. Because the question, "what brings you here?" can only be asked in a setting where you are the host. But since he was the only one occupying the cell, Mike concluded that he was truely the host.
"I have a team of policemen go in search of Danger-kelv but it seemed he wasn't at home. Clement also had another group look into each of the rooms in the house with their binoculars, but there were no sign of Kelvin." Mike explained.
"And who told you he is here with me or that I know where he is?" Jay asked raising his voice.
"No one told me anything. But since you guys were once colleagues and friends, I think you should know some of the places he might be."
"Its like you are mad or out of your mind. I have been here for how many weeks now?" He waited for no answer before he continued.
"Even if you are blind, didn't you hear when one of your colleagues read a short not addressed to me by Becky? She said Danger-kelv tried to kill me." Jay said angrily.
Mike was infuriated by his outburst which prompted him to raise his shirt and show him his pistol in the holster.
"You can't shoot me, you people need me in your investigations, simple!" He said emphatically.
"Never underestimate the powers that surge to your body when you have a gun in hand prompting you to use it on anything or anybody. You were once in the system, you know what I mean, don't you?"
If there was one thing he had learnt over the years, it was the tactics to get the truth out of criminals. The first thing to put in place was to register your strictness in his mind, by appearing like a no nonsense man. Then the second thing is to remain calm, and the next thing to do is to make the criminal remain calm, talk to him like you were friends, talk to him like you understood the reson why he committed the act, discuss important topics inter-relating with him or the crime he committed.
"Is there anywhere we can see Kelvin at this crucial time? Does he have an apartment of his own somewhere in town? Or a friend with whom he can stay with. Let me ask you, does he have a girlfriend? I need answers please." Mike asked.
"What's your problem with where Kelvin could be at this time? I guess you want to arrest him, if you really meant business, I think you should keep tabs on him, no one will tell you where he is, as a matter of fact, I can't tell you where he is because I don't know." Jay replied.
"I need clues. We can't keep tabs on someone whom we don't know his current location. What if he is outside the country, are you saying we should keep tabs on him here? We don't have a working interpool." Mike explained.
"Well, I think you have overstayed your welcome. I want you to leave." Jay said.
Mike knew that on a normal day, he wouldn't have spent up to two minutes with any criminal to get any information out of them, but at this crucial hour where the world is anticipating their victory, they have to thread carefully.
"Fine. I'll just leave." Mike said and stood up.
Just as he reached the door, he heard Jay spoke.
"Hey!"
He turned to face him.
"He has a girlfriend, Sandra Oselu. Also, there is a man who works at Kamboil petroleum, his name is Kenny, he is the manager. It is possible he knows where Kelvin is." Jay said.
"Thanks." Mike replied and walked out after switching off the light and securing the lock.

--to be continued--

Just entered the city of Ibadan. I am dead tired, all I need is rest. I'll update tomorrow.
I hope y'all understand.