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MumZ:
uhn Divenpen, r u saying all wat Oma4u wrote in his chapter was a dream. sorry o, bt me dint gbadu dis ur chapter @tall. u wrote 90% of d last chapter as it was n only added few stuffs dat dint really fuel my int. deer r a lot of xters u could av developed instead of taking d easy way. nway I know its not easy 2 write, tanks 4 putting in ur time. kudos 2 all d writers so far.

It depends on the way you see the story, but Divepen as a writer, I believed he just want to add a little twist to the story. Mind you if the story continues from where OMA4U stopped, it means everyone will write from one POV, cos the key is with someone else and a lot of antagonist had died. But with the situation of things, he just left the succeeding writer something write on, the key is still safe and they are still after it. Just my own thought sha o. I may be wrong too cos I wrote this as a result of how I see the story so far.

More updates drop later in the afternoon. Kip it locked and kip your comments coming.

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Sylvester was dishing out instructions to his fellow officers while Clement stood at a distance waiting for them to finish whatever was being discussed.
"Sir, what is my business here?" Edgar, the computer analyst asked.
"You just wait and see." Clement replied smiling.
"You need to tell me now, so I can prepare my mind. I am still wondering wether we have gone short of men at the station that you had to include me in the team. We all know I deal with computers, and not undergrounds, moreso, I can't handle a gun, in case things go bloody."
"Cool down man. We need you computer expertise here and nothing more." Clement said.
"We are done." Sylvester announced.
Clement raised his head up to see about ten policemen holding their guns firmly looking ready for action even at the expense of their lives. About ten millitary men led by Leiutenant James were also standing some little distance away.
"Lets go them" Clement said.
"Lead the way sir." Jame said.
Clement smiled before he pulled Edgar with him towards the underground room.
He entered the link room and descended the stairs into a small room inside which the underground opening was. He covered his nose immediately he go there. Hassan's dead body was in a sorry case already and it was smelling. He had never beheld such sight all his lfe, all he had seen were two days corpse and fresh corpse, but a week corpse, he had never seen it before.
"Everyone stand back up there, we've got not much room here." He said to the men who all stood back.
He turned to Edgar who was almost dead as a result of the odour.
"Keep it cool man. You see, to get into the underground, we need to disable and electrocuting power connected to the covering there, and without doing that, we can't open and covering and we can get this body out of here. Can you do it?"
Edgar nodded in affirmation.
"Now get to it." He said.
Edgar stepped forward towards a small keyboard pinned to the wall, it had a small screen that could let you see what you are typing, the codes you are combining and how it matches with the code used in locking the underground.
Five minutes later, Edgar was still at it, he was olny fifty five percent correct with his combinate, he needed at least seventy five to be able to unlock it, but he seemed to have used all the available combinates in his head, he couldn't think of any other thing. The odour in the room was affecting him, he could go any further.
"Edgar, any progress?" Clement asked for the uptenth time, even though he knew his reply was going to be positive. He was shocked to the marrow when he replied in the negative.
"How far have you gone?" Sylvester asked as he descended the stairs, his hand on his nose.
Edgar stepped aside for him and he also fumbled for a while, he was able to move it to sixty precent but that was not enough.
"No no no. Don't click that. It is a dangerous security measure. It will take us back to less than fifty percent." Edgar shouted but it was too late, Sylvester had already clicked the button.
At first, nothing happened, but a few seconds later, an odour seemed to be emanating from every corner in the room, slowly, the odour was replacing the existing odour in the room.
"What oduor is that?" Sylvester asked.
Then it hit him, it was dangerous gas, similar to the one released a month ago, at the Airport complex.
"Get out of here guys." Clement screamed. At once, Sylvester took to the staircase and ascended at once.
As a result of his size, Edgar couldn't run, but Clement pushed him as they both successfully got out of the hole.
A few minutes later, Sylvester was bleeding from the nose, as well as Clement, including Edgar. The standby medical team set to work at once by producing the right antidote for the infection.
"There is a problem guys." The leader of the medical team said.
"What problem?" James asked.
"We have two doses of the antidote which could be used on two people and as you can see, we have three people here."
"Meaning?" James asked.
"One of them will have to die."
"Can't someone quickly rush to get another dose of the antidote?" James asked.
"Am afraid, they have less than two minutes to live."
"I will sacrifice." Edgar said.
At once, the medical team, stablized Clement and Sylvester's condition while Edgar battled with his life.
"Sly, don't for a mniute leave my mother alone. You are all she's got left." He said to Sylvester who nodded his head with tears in his eyes.
Now it was clear, Edgar was an half caste, as well as Sylvester, they could be relatives.
"I am proud to die while fighting for my country." He said, not it was evident he will drop dead any moment.
"Clement, I am counting on you to bring insurgency to an end. I know you can do it, do it so I don't die in vain." He said and he shook hands with all of them before he breathe his last.
-tbc-

--continuation--
Victoria was sitting down in the living room, her head rested on her mother's laps.
"So what do you intend doing with those guns?" Her mother asked.
"I don't know. Maybe I will return them to the gang members." She replied.
"Don't you think that will be too risky? Considering the fact that they might not want you to leave."
"Mum, I know how to handle them." She replied.
Silence enveloped the living room, the two ladies to their own thoughts.
"Mum, I saw Kelvin last week." She announced.
"Kelvin? Who is Kelvin?"
"Mum! Kelvin Obi Patrick. Your son." She replied.
Hot tears trickle down Mrs Alice Obi Patrick's cheeks, her son that has been seperated from her for many years now. She could remember the last time she saw Kelvin was the same day, she packed out of Chief Patrick's house ten years ago. While Clement still visited her for five years until their father banned them from visiting her.
"How did you recognize him?" Her mother asked.
"Mum, remember he is my brother. We are connected by blood, the moment I saw him, I knew had to be the one."
"Where did you see him?"
"He is dating this popular model, Sandra Oselu. She told me about him."
Just then her phone rang, she checked the caller and discovered it was Sandra.
"Hello Sandy." She said.
"Vicky, please can we meet?" She asked in a matter of urgency.
"Hope no problem?"
"Just meet me at the wine shop in my estate." She said.
"Okay." She replied and hung up.
She sat up to face her mother.
"Are you going out again?" Her mother asked.
"Yes mum. I'll be back before you know it."
"Victoria, be careful." She warned.
"Mum! Your daughter is now a changed person."
"Okay o. The car key is somewhere over there."
Victoria quickly walked into her room and returned a minute later dressed in a white shirt and a black pleated skirt that brought out her curves. She couldn't remember the last time she wore skirt. She was always in trouser, ready for anything.
She grabbed the car key and exited the house.
"Now I got you." Matilda muttered immediately she saw Victoria drive out of her mother-s duplex. She followed her immediately.
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Ngozi dropped from the bike and paid the bikeman. She crossed to the other side of the road and entered the police headquarters. She continued walking towards the building as young officers greeted her and she replied them with her smile, even though she was crying inside.
The first thing she noticed was the absence of Clement's car or Sylvester's FBI car. She knew at once that they are both out doing their jobs.
"Welcome detective Ngozi." A policeman behind the counter greeted.
"Thank you. Did anyone ask of me?" She asked.
"No. Oga Clement was the only one calling you. But I think the ASP asked of you this morning. Oga Clement said you are on an assignment." He explained.
"Thank you very much." She said as she picked up the pen and signed on the attendance note. She was the last person to arrive for the day shift. Everyone knew she was not a late comer, as she had never came late to work, but there is always a first time.
She walked towards the office shared with other officers including Mike, Habeeb and Clement to mention a few. The place was a little bit tidy, meaning some of them have not reported for work this morning. She sat on her chair and allowed tears to roll down her cheeks freely.
She felt fed up with life, she wanted to die that moment, but first she had to talk to Tobi, if her forgives her, she'll live, but if he doesn't, she'll commit sucide. But before then Kelvin has to pay the price for molesting her.
She picked up a magazine that lay on Clement's table and went through it. The first headline got to her,
"PRESIDENCY TO DECLARE STATE OF EMERGENCY IN LAGOS STATE." Her heart started pounding with full force, state of emergency? Meaning all existing structures will be abolished and millitary administrators take over. That will mean the end of their jobs. Its not gonna happen.
She let herself think about life without her job, how will she survive? Tobi's salary should be enough for the family, but as things were, she thought about life without Tobiloba. Loosing two things at a time was something she never bargained for and will never subscribe to.
Then she remembered her brother, Jay. She stood up at once and proceeded towards the cells in a bid to find him and talk to him.
"Nwankwo." She called as she approached the cells.
The corridor was dark and so she couldn't see anything.
"Baby." A voice called.
She knew it was her brother, she traced the voice and switched on the light with the switch inside the cell. Even though she couldn't go in, she could see him through the iron bars. And the first thing she saw was a tattoo above his tommy.

--to be continued--
--to be continued--

Thanks guys once again. Updates resumes tomorrow by the special grace of God. You know how we do it, don't you? Two early morning updates, then the rest drops later in the afternoon.
Goodnight!

--continuation--
She had always wanted to explore his detective skills but he hadn't gotten the chance to do that. She was still a pretty young female FBI agent, she had always wanted to handle a case that seemed a hard nut to crack, she had always wanted to keep tabs on criminals, but no one believed in her.
When Sylvester called her among the team he'll be taking to assist the police force in their investigation she was elated and happy at the same time, but she was disappointed when after almost a month of their stay with the police, she wasn't given the chance to do anything, not even to go out with the rest of the teams, she felt sidelined. And when she was about giving up, Clement's call came in telling her to keep a twenty four hours surveillance on a certain lady who lived in a duplex, house 25, Anthony cresent, Ajayi estate. She didn't know the connection between the lady and the insurgency case at hand, but whatever the end may be, she knew she would be praised for all her deeds. All Clement required of her was to keep the twenty four hours surveillance and trail her to wherever she goes and try to get more information about her, but with the situation of things, no one knew not a single thing about her which gave her a feeling that the assignment will be decisive in her future in the agency. She was yet to give Clement feedbacks which was why she had switched off her phone, in a bid to concentrate on the job at hand.
She could remember how Clement spoke to her on phone. "Stop at nothing except the desired result." He had said that fateful evening, two days ago.
He didn't know it was quite difficult to ask questions from people living in an estate, most of whom were in the working class and had little or no time in knowing about their next door neighbour or the family occupying the next flat to theirs. They cycled from home to work and work to home on weekdays, and sundays, they go to church and return home to rest. Everyone keeping to himself. She hadn't seen a estate as silent as this, where she grew up, the owners of the properties in the estate sometimes do community works like cleaning the drainage and the rest but here, they have people taking care of that. Such was the type of estate she was asked to stay and find out more about a suspect.
Clement's last word kept ringing in her head. "I believe in your abilities, that's why I am giving you the chance to prove a point." He had said and hung up.
She wasn't going to disappoint him.
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Victoria walked out of the house and headed to the backyard with a polythene bag in her hand and a bottle of kerosene and a matchbox.
She emptied the contents of the bag on the floor. The contents included, sveraly pairs of gloves, face masks to mention a few. They are the equipments she uses as an assassin.
She striked the matchstick against the box and it lit up, only for it to extinguish immediately. With shaky hands, she tried for the second, the third, the fourth time without significant success and on the fifth try, the stick caught fire and she dropped it on the material lying on the ground. She wept as they burnt slowly. It takes the grace of God to make decisions such as this. That moment she felt she had lost a long time comapnion, but she conlcuded that it was all for the good of it.
She could remember the atrocities she had committed as an assasin, she could vividly remember the people she had killed, even though she had lost count of the total number. She had killed poticians, business men, popular individuals to mention a few. She knew if her case file should be revisited by a competent police, she'd face the music. She just can't wait to travel out of the country to start a new life.
She went on her knees as tears rolled down freely and made the following resolutions;
"I will no longer kill to make money, I will no longer be a source of sadness to some people, I want to spend the rest of my life distributing happiness and joy, which is why I will donate all the money I have made in this business to the charity. So help my good lord." She said.
"Amen." A voice said behind her.
She frozed the moment she heard the voice which unmistakably belonged to her mother.
"Mum! What are you doing here? I thought you are still in bed."
"I came to see what my daughter is up to with that bag." Madam Alice replied.
"Am sorry mum." She said as she resumed another round of crying.
"Its no problem. I love your courage." Her mother said and hugged her tightly. The two women sobbed unto each other's shoulder.

--to be continued--

Op, I have a short advice for you if you really want to write, even though I can see the passion in your post.
1. Do all xpac01 said and you'll be suprised to see how good you'd become.
2. Write, write and write. The more you write, the more imaginative horizon widens. You imagine things the more and you put them into writing.
Another thing is, you can become a betterwriter if you let people see what you have written. You can always convince yourself that you are getting better, but letting other people see what you have written is a plus for you. Give them to your friends, neighbours and learned people around you. They may not be professional editors, but you would be suprised at the correction would make.
To me, I believe becoming a better writer starts and ends with you. Keep writing and reading.
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MizMyColy: I am honoured.

The next update drops between 9:30 and 10pm. Keep it locked.

--continuation--
Janet had just woken up, feeling hungry but she dared not mention it. She still slept in the store where she had been sleeping since she was brought into the house. She had on her , the cloth she had on when she was conered by Victoria and the odour emanating from the cloth has been giving her concern. She hadn't taken her bath in two days and hadn't changed her cloth, she hadn't cleaned her mouth too. She knew its only in a matter of time before maggot begin to fall from her body.
She would have asked Don or any of the guys for help but she knew it must come with a price, something she knew won't be fair on her part. She could be asked to sleep with all the guys in the house and that will be too much on her part, considering the face that she had only had s.ex once. She could be punished brutally for asking for such favours from these merciless guys, but she was gonna ask anybody that comes calling at her temporary room.
How she wished she had said no to Rahmon's advances, because she could remember he gave her the option to either agree or decline, but as an intelligent girl who was taught to pay kind people back in the way they had treated her. She wanted to say no, but she knew he could throw her out if she said no, or better still flare up and call her an ingrate, which was why she took the job and did it, but now, everything had bounced on her and Rahmon is somewhere enjoying the rest of the money made from the deal at peace. She knew this victoria of a girl must be an expert at what she does, but she wasn't convinced. She had a loving heart that isn't devoid of emotion, she might loose against Rahmon.
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Ngozi was trying the clothes Kelvin got for her at the boutique accross the street, there was no point covering her unclothedness, she just let him have a view of his life as she busied herself with dressing up.
There were so many strange things about Kelvin that she just couldn't phatom. First, it was his gentleman nature, he looked gentlemanly from the outside but inside him was like a outside of a serpent. She never in her wildest dream thought Kelvin could use her to satisfy his sexual urge. Even if she felt something for him and wanted to have a fling with him, she believed every man should take the normal proceedure when it comes to sex, because it takes the feeling of the two parties involved to have a good sex.
Another strange thing she noticed in the two nights she spent with him was his underwear, most especially, his singlet. It was customized 'D-K,' even though she didn't know what it meant, she still knew it was no brand or designer and therefore she came to the conclusion that it was made for him. Her conclusion was further buttressed by the fact that his name start with the letter 'K' but what the 'D' meant was unknown to her.
She also concluded he was hiding somethings from her, one, he doesn't recieve his calls in her presence and two, his phones are always locked up in the bedside drawer, and since he had all the keys with him, she couldn't check the drawers, but from what she observed, he had been using this particular hotel room for quite a long time now. Another thing she noticed was a tattoo she saw on his body, just above his tommy. While he was molesting her in late last night she dugged her fingernails into his chest out of the pain she was feeling and ripped the singlet into two, then, the tattoo became visible, but he was quick to stop his act and disappear into the bathroom where he returned with a new singlet on his body.
She had the feeling she had seen the tattoo somewhere, not so long ago, but where she saw it, she couldn't say. She knew the tattoo meant a lot to him, which was why he had been concealing it. She could see letters inscribed in the middle of the tattoo which was circular in shape, but he disapeared so fast that she couldn't have read the words inscribed.
With no other word, she walked out of the room, thank God he had given her her transport fare. She had one place in mind, Tobi's apartment where she would take her bath, change and cloth and go to the office immediately to clear herself. Her clearing before her fiancee can wait.

--to be continued--
The above update is dedicated to everyone who stood by me during the times I was banned, and to those who gave words of encouragement during the 20hours+ ban. You guys are one in a million. Most especially Emzypaz who took my place and updated on my behalf and Rahma26, my wife who got banned trying to update on my behalf. I love you all.

I think my ban has been lifted. Lemme quickly run round and pick the next update from where is was saved.

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Good to hear that. When is the naming sef? Wednesday right, or when?

omotalkie:
Ok ooh am patiently waiting, and baby is doing great

--continuation--
It was a friday morning and as expected, Clement was on his way to work. He didn't bother checking on his wife and he had explained to her the reason behind the change in plan. He had an appointment with Mike who was still serving his suspension but in the undercover, all on Clement's plan.
He had been waiting at this point for almost ten minutes with no sign of Mike around. Just when he was about giving up, the passenger door opened and Mike hopped in.
"Good Morning Mike." Clement said.
"Morning. Sorry for keeping you late." He apologised.
"No problem. Straight to business."
"Yeah, there are new development on the case and I believe they'll go a long way in helping us stop the killing of the students and also nabb the perpetrators whom I know also indulge in other illegal acts." Mike began.
"Cut it out Mike. Go straight to the point, I don't have all day." He cut him short.
"Okay. There is this model, Sandra Oselu. She was spotted with Deoye's cousin yesterday. And we did an immediate follow up but we were denied entrance into her house by the gateman, with an excuse that she is in a bad mood." Mike explained watching his boss reaction.
"Does that lead us anywhere?" Clement asked checking his time piece.
"Certainly it does, but it will only take time. We'll have to keep tabs on Sandra, and she might not know much. Because from what I saw, she transacted a business with the gang and nothing more." Mike replied.
"Okay. What other thing?" Clement asked.
"Doctor Rapheal was spotted at the residence too." Mike replied.
He knew so many Rapheals, he had a classmate called Rapheal back in highschool. He met another Rapheal during his univesity days, the Student Union government back then. Another Rapheal during his professional course in criminology at the CIA in the US, this time a whiteman. But none of these people were doctors.
"Doctor Rapheal?" He asked unsure.
"Yeah. St Battaihas private hospital. In charge of Ngozi's treatment." Mike enthused.
"Are you sure?" Clement asked.
The two men discussed for a while and reached a conclusion. Mike and his men keep tabs on Deoye and his boys, then he follow up on Rapheal to know his connection with the gang.
"How about the girl I told you about?" Mike asked.
"I have one of Sylvester's men from the FBI on it. He'll get back to me before the end of the day." Clement replied, then he remembered the address sent to him two nights ago. His mother's residence.
"Please tell Rachel to forgive me. I'll find time to come check on her." He said to Clement as he unlocked the door and pushed it open.
Clement picked an envelope that stood on the dashboard and gave it to Mike.
"For upkeep and miscellanous." He said.
"Thanks." Mike collected the envolpe and pocketed it.
A minute after Mike had disappeared into the teeming crowd by the roadside, Clement swung the car unto the road towards the police station.
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Dolapo alighted from her temporary car and walked towards the ICT complex.
"Do you mind if we follow you into the exam hall?" One of the two policemen escourting her in the absence of Ngozi asked.
"No, don't bother. I'll be good." She replied.
She continued walking towards the complex, then her phone rang. She picked it after the third ring.
"Hello, please who is this?" She asked.
"Oh my God! Chidinma? Where are you?" She asked excitedly.
She listened for a few seconds before speaking into the speaker.
"In the hospital? So fast? Did you fly from Ibadan?" She asked laughing as she rested her back agains one of the pillars that stood gallantly in front of the complex.
"I'll join you as soon as I finish my papers for today." She said happily and hung up.
Her exam would be commencing in theirty minutes time and she hadn't read a thing, yet she was confident she would leave the exam hall smiling.
Just then a guy walked towards her seat covering himself with a hood.
He bent down beside her chair and slipped an envelop on her laps, in between her purse and stomach.
The guys rose up at once and walked hurriedly out of the hall taking another exit that connect with the Art department. Going after him would be herculean, the Arts department by the time is always overcrowded.
"SAVE THE BEST FOR THE LAST. YOU ARE NEXT!" The content of the letter inside the evelope reads in red print. Blood-like in nature.
Her heart flew into her mouth as sweats formed on her forehead.
What could this mean? Who will she explain this to?
Just as she stood up to go and talk to her police escourt outside, the lecturer handling the course walked into the hall flanked by three other young lecturers assisting him. She sank back unto her seat in disappointment.
--to be continued.

Thanks to all those who have commented today. You guys are just too numerous to mention.
Omotalkie: Update will come, just relex. How is our baby doing?
Shankie215: Keep it locked.
Arabaribiti, Flakeey, bdabuwa, tecno4life, labaski, yemmyteespeed007, scholesjnr, kocvalour, sheylarhh, onemansquad, Omolamide, Macpetrus, Ogbarmey, boladex1, kayham, Xslaze3xd.
Hollawaley: My namesake. Its good to have you here.
Abeg, anybody help me see my Adewealth027. In case you do, tell her I miss her o.
#update go drop, but first I have to eat, then type the updates. Keep it locked.

Ah never see snow before in my life.

OMA4U:
Snow or what did I see? Please, let's write something we can relate with. I don't live in the part of the world where snow falls.

--continuation--
Akpan banged the girl below him with great abandon and they were both lost in the ectasy of their lovemaking.
"Oh! My God. Am cummming." Akpan screamed and he continued banging the eighteen year old girl.
A few more thrusts, they were both panting and trying to regain their lost breathe.
The girl stood up after few seconds and walked into the bathroom, she returned a few minutes later already dressed and looking beutiful safe for her hair which was rough. But this isn't the first time she'd be leaving Akpan's apartment with a rough hair. He doesn't have a comb.
"Akpan." She called beating him violently.
"Wake up jor. What did you do that you are sleeping?" She asked.
Akpan opened his eyes. "You are going?" He asked.
"Yes, my money. And that of last week too." She said with a straightface.
Akpan walked towards the basket where a few of his clothes were, he picked three trousers and walked out of the room, in a bid to confuse her incase she tried stealing his money next time. The trousers are all the same.
He returned a few minutes later refreshed, wearing one of the trousers, he gave her one thousand naira note. She collected in and tucked it into her purse.
"When next am I seeing you?" He asked.
"I don't know o. Maybe on my way back from lesson tomorrow, I'll branch, but we won't do more than two rounds o." She said.
"No problem." He said and gave her two hundred naira extra, as usual for transport.
He saw the girl off to the gate where directed her to the shortcut that leads outside the estate. The girl left and he walked into the house.
A minute later, another knock sounded on the gate.
"Who be? Why did you come back?" He asked thinking it was the girl who just left.
He opened the gate and came face to face with two men dressed corporately in suit.
"Good evening sir." He greeted.
"Yeah. We don't have much time. We are from the Federal Security Commission." One of the men began.
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It was time for the monthly departmental meeting at the police headquarters. The commissioner's office was the venue of the meeting which had the likes of the SP, the ASP, Clement, Sylvester and Edgar from the ICT department.
"How much progresses have you made in the cases at hand?" The commissioner asked.
Clement and Sylvester exchanged looks and Sylvester cleared his throat.
"We've gotten about sixty percent of what we need to stop Khal corp. Now we have three of their men in custody including our own man who was their mole and also an underground was discovered inside Mr Ayo Okorie's residence. We have all it takes to stop Khal corp in a few weeks. Minimum of two and miximum of three." Sylvester said confidently.
"That's a good one there Mr Sylvester. You know, I knew your inclusion in the police team would pay off." The Commissioner said smiling.
Clement smiled, if only they knew Sylvester did little in getting any of these men. Except that he let them know about the phonee call between Jay and Danger-kelv.
"Mr Clement, what about the LASU students killing? You know the commissioner for education wants the last girl safe." The commisioner asked.
Clement cleared his throat.
"Investigation are in full swing. No stone will be left unturned, and I assure you that by this time next week, we'll have those cultist in our net here." He said.
That's one thing about Clement, he hates giving out details, because it was his own principle not to trust anybody when it come to polic investigation. He talks less to his wife about his investigation.
"We trust you to bring them down." The SP said indifferently.
"Mr Edgar, you?" The commissioner asked.
"I am working on their leads......"
Twenty Minutes later, Clement was heading towards the parking lot smiling.
The thought of visiting his wife in the hospital and seeing his baby was enough reason to be happy, especially a proud father like him.
About two hours later he got home after spending about an hour with Rachel at the hospital, she'll be discharge the following day. Dolapo would be spending the night with her afterall.
"Welcome oga." Akpan had greeted him.
"Akpan, how do you do?" He asked as he marched towards the front.
"Oga." He called.
Clement turned to face him.
"I want to ask maybe I can goand greet madam and the baby at the hospital tomorrow." He said.
"That's very nice of you Akpan. But she'll be discharged tomorrow. But you will be the one to go and pick her up. How about that?"
"Its good like that. Thank you sir."
"Goodnight." He said and unlocked the door. He slipped into the house.
He had forgotten to tell his boss about the visitors he had three hours ago again. This is the second time they'd be coming in two weeks and he had failed to tell his boss about the visits on both occasions.

--to be continued.

Why should I be afraid? You know most Nairalanders don't like their names being mentioned, and most of these people are not literature section users. And I don't like inviting people to come and read my story except I know you from France where I own a school.

Xslaze3xd:
lolzzzzz... U dey fear ke?

candy:
Nice thing you got going here. I want to suggest you leave Princessa's N5000 thread out of this though, to avoid confusing the voters. Besides, it will be more fun on its own, with or without monetary incentive. Some people thrive on just raking in points.

With good publicity annd dedication on thee part of the writers, this thread can, and will survive on its own.

Exactly my point.

candy:
D9ty7, I can see ur busy...enjoy the week my brother.

No matter how busy I am, I still find time to check out every three days. I am loving the twists and turns.

Guy, abeg modify that post which has the names of the birthday people.

Yes bro

Xslaze3xd:
na mtn shebi?

Divepen:
what I meant there is that we will be going to vote for the people not that we will be giving them the money...
The members of this thread will vote for the best three among us @ the thread.

A fault up there. Have you thought about writers who won't join this competition? If the members of this competition end up voting for the three writers here, every month, then non-members won't win the awards. And I think Princesa said a writer can only win the award once so it can go round. If a writer like me is among the best three here and I end up getting votes from members here at the voting thread, are you saying I will win the awards for a second time?
Try to edit some things. Not every writer will join this competetion and not every literature section user will become a member. Its a nice concept which I think should be limited to the recharge card prize.
I may be wrong tho. OMA4U what do you think?