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CONTINUATION




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By the time Triple C rounded up the day's engagement, Mr Ola and Bolu were already at his school. He drove into the premises and went straight towards the Principal's office. She stood up to greet him as he entered and offered a seat. One of the influential parent around!


"Mr Olaniyan, you are most welcome!" They shook hands.

"Sure, how is work and everything?"

She affirmed all was well and while he went into inquiring about his son's performance, Bolu settled and stowed away his 'goodies'. He was surrounded by his hungry-looking mates who on sighting the car enter, quickly trailed and assisted him, among them were a few of his friends.



He asked after Courtney and prepared to meet him at the 'lower area'. A few of his seniors bugged him for a share of his stuff. It was major reason he turned down bringing provisions. But it could have been worse if he was predictable to the fault of dealing mainly with cash.


It had been tested as he met his locker burgled on a few occasions.



"So Bolu, come over." His dad beckoned after he was through with the Principal.

"What did she say?"


"If you want to make the team, dont force it now. It is affecting vital subjects......." his dad went on, yet calm and reassuring of a father-figure.


"Yes sir." He only said that when he felt his dad bothering him.


"Good, this is the third term. I want to see a repeat of last term's result if not better" Mr Ola said and entered his car.

Son waved bye to father, they would see in a few weeks. As the car exited the school, Bolu recounted what made him to be present at the meeting even if they didnt participate fully in it. He smiled, turned and raced down to the Games arena to find Courtney.


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Seargent Okoro was about dozing when he heard a rap on the door. He approved entry and in strode four of his men. He eyed them one after the other as they saluted him.


"So..... What are your fndings and conclusions?"


"Sir, we traced the vehicle dated 2008! The plate detail are in there sir." Corp Kenny explained.


"So you telling me it was last seen at Berger, on the outskirts of Lagos?" He questioned and smooched his beard.


"Not only that sir. Since crowded areas will be less an option for such operation, we've come up with six possible location which are low key to anyone who thinks and needs a place for a kidnap victim" Corp Kenny once again explained.



It made the others seem as though they had nothing tangible to suggest. They simply gazed lazily and straightened up when the boss gave them a reprimanding look.


"Are you saying the rest of you have nothing tangible to say?"


"erm sir.... the VIN number details were handled by us. We went to Area G station sir.... To dig up cases of stolen or missing vehicles......" the Constable fizzled out in fright


"Yes! Yes!! Is that all? Well you are just seven. And i want you all to think first if this young boy was your son....." the room fell silence, except for the ceiling fan.

"Think what would you have done anyway...." He walked up to them staring them in the eye. One by one their gaze fell. "I believe you all did the right thing here, but going to eat and wash it down with bottles of stout instead of being here to trigger me to follow up. We are not even dooone with the case" He squeezed his face and turned to answer the telephone.


The officers were glad for this interruptions. He waved them out and spoke on the line still

"Okay, thank you very much Sgrt! Very well. Good day!" he stretched and soon his men were ordered to get ready, a combat team was on its way to spear the mission at hand. He dialled Mr Ojemba to notify him of the change in operations, but his line was dead.


Seargent Okoro fell into his chair and was soon asleep.



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