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Chike knew he couldn’t take Lana out of the
present equation for long if he wanted his plan
to succeed. He had clearly stated out his plans
to Lana who he was sure would give into else
they would go on National TV and arrest him and
prosecute on several charges.
Lana would be the mole they wanted in Alhaji
Hassim’s camp.
Lana was on his way to his house when Nikky’s
call came in, he picked
“Hello Nikky” Lana answered
“Whats up, heard some assassins were at your
house early this morning” Nikky replied
Lana inquired “How would you know that, was it
on Linda Ikeji’s blog, that just happened about 3
hours ago”
“Hope you’re alright, we would be meeting
Karim very soon” Nikky responded
“WOW…information travels that fast?” Lana
replied
Nikky continued “The most important thing is
that you’re safe, i am on my way to your house
now, we need to sit down and talk”
Lana replied “What’s there to talk about? My
house is filled with dead bodies, blood splattered
everywhere”
Nikky replied “I’m on my way, i will arrange for
the bodies to be removed, hope you now believe
me about Seyi and Kelechi planning to execute
you”
Lana replied “Can we not talk about Seyi and
Kelechi now, I will see you in a bit”
Lana dropped the call, urged his cab driver to
speed up, the JTF office was located somewhere
along Awolowo road, Ikoyi. He needed to get
home before Nikky gets there.
Nikky arrived a few minutes after Lana got there,
she looked around the place, the house looked
like a mini war-zone.
Nikky was wading her shoes through the blood
spills and rubbles on the floor, Lana came down
from his bedroom, he found some guys
downstairs cleaning out the living room.
Some were dragging out the bodies of his
bodyguards, cook, and the assassins’. Nikky
looked around and asked Lana how escaped. She
looked him in the eye and asked him to answer.
Lana replied “How can you ask me that sort of
question, i survived the gun fight, killed the
assassins”
Nikky didn’t look satisfied with the explanation
Lana gave her and pushed for more answers but
Lana fought back by saying
“How come you don’t believe i could survive
those assassins or did you send them to me?”
Nikky knew she had to stop pushing now, she
looked through the living room, kitchen and
finally made her way to Lana’s room. Nikky’s
investigative approach to his assassination
attempt was getting on Lana’s nerve. She was
deep in her thought looking around for what
Lana didn’t understand.
Lana startled her when he tapped her arm as he
asked the question “When are we meeting
Karim”
Nikky replied mindlessly still looking around
“We’re to meet with him for 3PM”
Nikky continued “Need you to raise about N7M
before that time, i have got N7M already on my
own”
Lana asked curiously “Errm…..What am i bringing
N7M for?”
Nikky continued “Well, since you’re new to the
game, you need to know, we need to bribe this
man. He is Alhaji’s right hand man. He has been
receiving gifts from people who are interested in
this position, I know some people who have
bought him Bentleys, Patek Phillipe wristwatch,
all sort of expensive things. I have the ultimate
gift that will steal his heart away”
Lana replied “Okay, i never thought about that
but there is no problem, I just need to go to the
bank and withdraw money, you might need to
reschedule the meeting for 9PM.”
Nikky replied “Okay, no problem” she got out of
his bedroom and he couldn’t but notice how
cute her behind was in the skinny jeans she was
wearing, the high heel she was putting on helped
make sure her behind was a prominent feature on
her back. Lana was almost feeling a boner in the
pants. Imagining sliding his thing into her from
the back, looking at that tattoo behind her neck.
Nikky placed a call to Karim to inform him about
the rescheduling of the appointment, he was
cool with the new time they agreed on.

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unless u dont wanna continue and finish d story.. Mention was right, it is ur story not ours but it is to ur own achievement and success..

PEACE..

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Mention: So you are planning to abandon this work?

yeah. I try my best to make this a success and I know it'll be but people not following it? I can't write a story only me is gonna be reading. best thing is to abandon it for now till I find a platform where people are actually gonna read it and commend me where I should be commended and correct me where I should be corrected

Mention: Nice one bro..
I suggest you include a link to this story in ya signature and comment on several posts to gather more followers..
I doubt if you have up to 20 followers!

I don't have that time. Just using this to fight boredom and I'm already looking at other alternatives to killing boredom

It was early October 1984, A cool evening
Breeze blowing in the Barracks.
General Ishaya was close to retirement, having
served his country for well over 35 years, a
close ally to Gen. Babangida. Those were times
when the nation was strict and properly
regulated. Not so many people were into oil
bunkery, some of the biggest thieves then were
a couple of corrupt Army Generals.
General Ishaya limped his way to his car with the
aid of his walking stick, limp from an injury he
sustained in the Civil war, his old age made the
limp more evident. Nobody could retire the
General unless the Head of state makes mention
of this, even at that it has to be done
honourably due to the huge part he played in the
Civil war years ago.
The General left Dodan Barracks to visit his
friend at the Apapa port, The Senior Customs
officer had spent virtually the same amount of
years the General had spent in the Army.
Walking into his office, the General noticed he
was talking keenly with a junior officer.
However, he noticed that the conversation
wasn’t like that of a senior officer to a junior
officer rather it was more relaxed and laidback,
it sounded more like there were gisting to
General Ishaya.The General broke off the
conversation his friend was having by making a
joke at his friend’s potbelly with his walking
stick.
He dismissed the young officer, they both
greeted each other in Hausa, as they walked and
talked about family and about the General’s son
upcoming wedding. The General was however
interested in the officer his friend was
conversing with earlier on.
General asked “Jerry, who is that young man
you were talking to earlier on”
He replied “He’s very intelligent and full of
promises; he could be DG of Customs if he plays
his politics well”
General asked “How can you make such
statement about him, he looks so young, who is
he?”
He replied “He is ASC-II Aliu Momoh, he
graduated from the University of Benin, studied
Business Administration, one of the best in his
class”
General replied “Hmmm”
He continued “Also a very smooth operator”
General hit back sarcastically “I knew he had to
be special to you, more than him just being good
in school work, he supplies you girls abi, i must
tell Maureen about this, Jerry! Jerry!! Jerry!!!”
The General joked as he pointed to him as he
mentioned his name.
Jerry replied “Look at this, old man. It’s not
what you think it is, he helps me with
bookkeeping with my small side business o”
General replied “Are you sure, or are you just
hiding behind that excuse”
Jerry replied “If it was that one, i would have
informed you; those young girls are good for
the blood, you shameless crippled old bastard”
They both laughed.
Jerry continued “Why are you asking about this
young man anyway.”
General replied “I know the kind of person
you’re; a strict disciplinarian, I know for sure
you don’t mix with your subordinates. I’m just
wondering why you would stoop so low for that
boy.”
Jerry replied “I have told you, he seems
trustworthy and he’s been running a few errands
for me and am very satisfied with his overall
performance”
General responded; “its okay then, but i would
like to know him, any young friend of yours is a
friend of mine. We need this young men more
than they need us”
Jerry replied “I can get him for you now if you
would like to meet him as we speak”
General cut him short and responded “No need
to see him now, send him to my office by
Friday”
Jerry replied “Okay, let’s not forget about your
son’s wedding”
General replied “All that has been taken care of,
he would bring her to greet you and Maureen
tomorrow evening, his wife is from Kaduna
state, she’s even royalty”
Jerry replied “No wonder you never spoke
against it, we all know how meticulous you’re
about your children’s marital lives especially
your first son”
General replied laughing “what is your point
exactly, Jerry?”
Jerry replied “My point is that if her family was a
nobody, you probably won’t give them your
blessing, so cut the bullshit”
General laughed “Well, i need to make sure that
this family fortune i have built doesn’t get into
the wrong hands. The only way is to make sure
that our children marry into the right family so
we can both move forward, not marry into a
family that will take us back to stone age.”
Jerry countered his argument “But you were a
nobody when you married Aisha, Aisha’s father
loved you like his son, he never despised your
humble beginning. Now, look at where you’re”
General replied “We’re all on the same page
here, okay, i want to expand his franchise, that’s
why the royalty in my son’s wife family is highly
required”
Jerry stood up and started packing up his table
as General continued to prove his point to
Jerry. They both came out of Jerry’s office and
made their way to their individual cars and
closed for the day.
Aliu Momoh was just arrived at General Ishaya’s
office, an average height, slender, good-looking
young man stood before General’s secretary,
Mrs. Lawanson. She asked him to sit down while
she disappeared into the large well decorated
General’s office. The General’s office was filled
with different medals of honour in service of his
country.
After a few minutes, she came out and told Aliu
the General was ready to see him now. She led
the way for him. He tried to salute the General
but he was way past that the salutation.
He continued “Good afternoon, Aliu”
Aliu replied “Afternoon General, Oga Jerry sent
me to you”
He snapped “So, you and Jerry have gotten so
comfortable with each other that you now call
him Oga instead of his title”
Aliu replied “Am sorry sir”
The General continued folding his hands over
each other on the huge table “You come highly
recommended by Jerry, so i want this to be
short and very direct”
Aliu replied “Thank you, sir”
The General continued “I have a business
proposition for you, its way bigger than what
Jerry is offering you. I can assure you, you will
make so much money that you might even
resign from the Nigeria Customs & Excise
Services. ”
Aliu getting excited replied “I am interested, Sir”
The General continued “The perks of the job are
absolutely incredible, the remuneration is totally
based on how much work is done. Basically, you
will be the PR person for the job. But how do
you feel about doing something illegal?
Aliu swallowed spit as he gazed at the stone
cold look on the General’s face, he thought
about it and decided that there was no going
back on what the General was telling him. Its
either he takes it or he winds up dead in some
hidden bush path somewhere in a few days time.
Aliu responded “I am okay with it, sir”
The General replied “Am glad, we’re on the
same page, now to tell you more about our
operations”
Aliu settled well into his seat.
The General continued
“During the Civil war, I led a lot of men to war
against Biafra. That was where i got shot in the
leg, i would have been resigned from the Military
but i am part of the ‘powers that be’ in the
Nigerian Army. So I get to stay in the Army as
much as i want.
Long story short, we came across some NNPC
pipelines that were vandalised. People were
stealing the oil.
We were able to stop them from stealing the
fuel, but it was difficult to stop the damages
done to the pipes. We decided to investigate
what they do with the stolen oil; it wasn’t only
used for fuelling their machines but they sold
them to the neighbouring country to buy arms
to fight.
We were also able to uncover the conspiracy
where they trade arms for other resources with
Israel, Israel was a great support to the Biafran
Army, We’re able to seal one part of their
funding for the war by manning those NNPC
pipelines.
Aliu, the problem was half solved not fully
because some of my soldiers came to me with
this lucrative deal of stealing the petrol. I bluntly
refused the proposal but i couldn’t court
marshal them because they were the best of my
men. We’ve been in so many wars together. A
good General is only as good as soldiers in his
command.
I later agreed out of satisfying them than
myself.
Over the years, we broke more pipelines and
increased our operations to other parts of the
country where NNPC pipelines passed through,
we also made sure that the vandalization looked
like it was carried out by indigenes, my boys
also dressed as indigenes when carrying out the
operations.
Business is good. I know you’re wondering how
you’re relevant to this operation”
Aliu was paying rapt attention to the conspiracy
theory the General was telling him.
The General continued “Aliu, I am growing old;
my legs are beginning to fail me more than
usual, I need a new face for the business,
someone new, someone my business partners
can trust”
Aliu swallowed his spit for the second time as he
listened to the General’s epistle.
The General asked “Before i forget, Where do
you pray on Fridays?”
Aliu was puzzled “How do you mean sir?”
The General replied “Friday prayers, where do
you pray?”
Aliu replied “I’m not muslim sir, am a Christian”
The General replied confused “Ok, any more
surprises, i hope you aint telling me now that
you aint Hausa”
Aliu tried to put it in his best way he could and
said “Sir, am not a muslim and neither am i an
Hausa man , I’m from Ishan Central in Edo state”
The General didn’t know what to say anymore,
he just started laughing.
He replied “Why didn’t Jerry tell me you weren’t
Hausa and not muslim either. Anyway, what’s
most important is that you’re sincere and we
have an understanding”
Aliu still kept mute while the General continued
“You can leave now Aliu, i will contact you very
soon”
This was the beginning of the business
relationship that would produce the notorious
anonymous outlaw, Alhaji Hassim

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Karim’s life was sweet, he was no longer
required to bust pipelines and lift oil. His work
was a little more subtle, ever since he got into
the big league, he got things even before he
needed them especially this season when the
privileged information that Alhaji Hassim was
recruiting for new associates got to him.
In the last couple of weeks, he had collected
over 10 cars from people who felt he could
influence the decision of them joining in. He
would make tonnes of money selling the cars.
His plan was to sell all of them but he changed
his mind and would rather keep 2 of the best and
sell out the 8 remaining ones. The cars were
exotic, the least one will cost about N8M,
calculating N64M from nothing but just been in
charge of a job position.
His job these days seemed like he was working
with the DPR (Department of Petroleum
Resources). Do you know what kind of bribe
those guys get?
A new envelope was dropped for his driver to
give to him this early morning as he made his
way out.
As Karim’s driver drove out of the gate into
Bourdillon road, he opened the envelope and
found keys and a note along with the keys, they
note read
Here is the key to a luxury flat in Dubai, fully
paid for. All the documents in your name when
you open the door.
JB +2348099987763
Karim laughed out loud in the car, his driver
Musa wanted to ask but it’s not always a good
idea to question your boss’s action. So, he
ignored.
Karim had been receiving gifts from this JB man
for a few weeks now, last week he enveloped a
Bank of America cheque of $120,000 to
Karim.He was sure, the JB guy knew exactly what
he wanted, so he decided to give him a
call.Karim rang the number, the voice on the
other side of the phone answered
Good morning Karim, I thought you’d have called
sooner?
Karim replied JB, I have been receiving your gifts
for a couple of weeks now, how may I help you?
JB replied: My name is Jibola Balogun, I just
have one request for you. I hope you can help
me?
Karim replied: let’s hear it.
Jibola replied: The new positions Alhaji put in
your charge are still open right?
Karim replied: Yes, they are still available. It’s all
yours if you want it?
Jibola replied: I have no interest in it but it
should never go to Lana Reis & Nikky.
The line went dead.
Jibola thought to himself, Nikky tried to kill me
to steal what I built with Yemi and now wants to
sit on top of the world.Meanwhile on the night
Jibola was attacked.A stranger saved Jibola after
the Policemen beat him and stabbed violently
several years ago. It took several surgeries and
staying underground for him to be back in
business.
The stranger happens to be the only surviving
daughter of Alhaji Hassim’s mentor. The man
who started the enterprise of Oil bunkery, the
dead Army General. The General revealed the
tricks and network of the trade to Alhaji Hassim.
Behind every great fortune, there is a great
crime. Alhaji Hassim not only betrayed the
General but also sought to destroy everything
the General had. She changed her identity when
she survived the wiping out of their entire family
by the skin of her teeth
With family wealth of over $3 Billion submitted
humbly to the JB’s mastermind, Jibola had
everything he needed to save his in-law’s name
and also annihilate Nikky.

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Lana’s sleep was cut short by the incessant call
from Nikky. She had called about 4 times earlier
that night. He loves his 10 hours over night
sleep; he always said anything that will cut it
short asides from intimacy had better be paying him
instant cash.
Nikky had become an important part of his life
after their first meeting at Rehab and then with
the not so fantastic news that he might not be
the only running for the new associate to Alhaji
Hassim’s crew.
Lana picked up his phone, and answered Morning
Nikky,
Nikky replied: Lana, i have called you for over 4
times, anyway, Its done!
Lana replied sarcastically: Morning to you too,
am fine, my night was fine, thanks for asking and
what exactly is done?
Nikky managed to giggle a little bit
Nikky continued : Kelechi & Seyi are dead and
gone
Lana got out of bed and paced nervously around
the room, it then dawned on him that he had
just murdered his close friends and business
partners.
Nikky continued: they had an organized accident
last night while coming back from an orgy in
Lekki Phase 1.
Lana was speechless for a moment and then
replied: How exactly did it happen?
Nikky replied: why are you bothered about the
details
Lana replied getting impatient: you killed people
on my behalf, I need to know how they
died, what sort of accident was it?
Nikky caved in and replied : The assassin left a
broken down vehicle around third mainland
bridge, it was too late for your friends to
manoeuvre around the truck, they swerved into
the concrete slab almost diving into the water, it
was the impact of the attack that killed them.
So, I guess that’s the end of your troubles?
Lana replied: Hmmm
Nikky replied: Isnt that what you wanted?
Lana replied: Nope, that wasn’t what I wanted,
that was what you wanted, Nikky. I have known
those guys for a couple of years now, we were
friends and business partners.
Nikky replied: They have also been trying to kill
you, Lana!
Lana replied: I haven’t had any attack yet. I don’t
even believe your stories anymore!
Nikky replied getting furious: You think I’m
selling you a fake story?
Lana replied: There isn’t a lot of proof to justify
your story, Nikky.
As he continued his argument with Nikky over
the phone, he moved to the window and looked
down at his gate from his room on the top floor
of the duplex; he saw the small gate of his
house open ajar. It was very unusual that the
gate would be open at 7am in the morning.
His house staff couldn’t be awake, they we’re
heavy sleepers, unless he called, they don’t
wake up.
He told Nikky, he would call her back, she
dropped the call. Looked deeply into window. He
saw blood dripping out of the chest of his
gateman lying lifelessly in a secluded corner of
the house.
He was shocked and confused, definitely more
confused. This must be the arrangement Seyi
and Kelechi made to kill him. His security people
should be downstairs.
As a technology-crazy guy, he had installed
cameras everywhere, hidden cameras.
He ran to his door to make sure it was locked,
the door was securely locked. He moved to his
bed side table, slid open his iPhone and
navigated to the app for the cameras, Lana
started scrolling through all the cameras, he
found his chef soaked in his house blood in his
hallway.
He flipped through the hidden cameras, he
couldn’t find them in the living room, kitchen,
and bedroom downstairs, and they were nowhere
to be found.
The last place to check was the staircase; the
flipped to that camera and saw 2 well armed
men walking up towards his bedroom.
It wasn’t new to him that people were trying to
kill him. However, the new thing here was that
they had been able to kill his security details.
His bodyguards were his last line of defence;
they have never failed him until today. He went
to the drawer beside his bed, brought out his
own handgun, his black revolver, the most
powerful handgun ever made.
He loaded it with bullets, he knew the guys were
trained and their outfits looked different. He
heard footsteps faint then they became loud and
then it went dead. He was sure they had gotten
to his door.
Lana summoned all the courage left in him as a
man; they called out his name and told him to
open the door. He remained silent looking at
them through his phone.
A million and one thoughts ran through his mind.
He was sure, it would take a while to break the
door, he would use that time to think of
something to save his life
The assassin called out his name and told me
Lana, you knew this was coming, didn’t
Lana still remained silent.
Lana heard shots but the shots were not on the
door, the hallway was silent, he didn’t hear
anyone talk anymore.It sounded more like a
gunfight in his hallway.
Someone gently knocked on the door and said
Lana Reis: please open up, the Assassins are
gone.
Lana replied: if they are gone, then who are
you?
The voice replied: My name is Chike Onihevo, am
with JTF
Lana muttered the name to himself, there is no
way am getting caught now, am this close to my
dreams. The camera had been destroyed in the
gun battle, making him blind to what was
happening outside.
Lana replied, what do you want from me?
Chike replied hysterically: I just saved your life,
wouldn’t you thank me to my face atleast ?
Lana replied: This door is re-inforced steel, with
this thickness, you would need more than bullets
to open the door
Chike replied: I know, that’s why we brought C4,
I know it wouldn’t bulge at the beginning but
with the amount we brought, your whole house
will come down and am super sure, you’ve got
things you still cherish in this house plus by
then it would mean you’re breaking the law.
Lana replied with confidence: How?
Chike replied with a firm voice: Lana, you’re
resisting arrest that is an offence. Moreover,
we’re only here to talk to you not to arrest you.
Lana wanted to trust the guy that saved his life,
but they were government people.
There is an emergency exit he created when he
moved in to the house; the exit was in the roof
of his bathroom. Lana expertly moved into the
roof of the bathroom and made his way out of
the house, he jumped into the vacant piece of
land behind his house.
The vacant plot was occupied by some touts, as
soon as they saw Lana, they all hailed him and
passed him a joint. He dragged twice and
returned it. He moved to a part of the land, and
dug for a bit and pulled out a backpack, changed
into fresh clothes and took cash he left in the
bag, about N100k. He gave the boys N10k and
headed out to the main road to get a cab.
Just when Lana thought he had gone out free,
he was walking down the road when a car
stopped by him and asked him if he wanted a
lift, he turned it down.
Lana continued on his journey by foot but the
driver of the car was very persistent. He used
the car to cross him down and stepped out. Lana
still tried to be nice when he noticed another car
stopped behind as well.
The driver approached Lana and said: I think I
know you
Lana replied nicely: I don’t see how that’s
possible, I don’t remember your face. I am very
good with faces and yours is very unfamiliar.
The driver responded with a smile: Really?
Lana replied affirmatively: Yes!
The driver stretched forth his hand in
introduction: My name is Chike Onihevo
Lana replied with a smile: Shit! Shaking his hands
back in return.
Chike replied: Why would you say shit! Am not
the devil!
Lana replied: I see no difference between you
and the devil especially with people we work
with.
Chike replied: Oh common, I only work the
government and you’re stealing government
resources.
Lana replied, turning his eye away from the early
morning sun: Don’t say it like that, when you
say it like that it sounds depressing. How about
if we call it wealth re-distribution?
Chike replied, as they settle to sit on the bonnet
of Chike’s car: Hmmm, What a fancy name to call
Oil bunkery considering you are not giving the
loot to charity.
Lana replied: I bet you know most of our
Godfathers are Highly placed politician and
retired Generals.This isn’t business for an
average Nigerian, you of all people should know
that.
Chike replied: I am getting bored with this
conversation.
Lana replied: Well, you started the conversation,
Chike .
Chike replied: Alright, I’m interested in secret
information I think you might be able to provide .
Lana replied: Why will I want to talk to you? Not
to talk of giving out secret information?
Chike replied: I know some very effective
persuasion techniques, my friend.Moreover, i
hate to impound that your custom Range Rover.
It’s not bad for a government agent or what do
you think?

5 Days have passed since Emmanuel received
that phone call from Nikky. The assignment
wasn’t the first of its kind; he had helped her
execute some other assignment of this nature.
An antagonist named Jibola was his last kill for
Nikky, he was trying to overthrow Nikky from her
enterprise few years ago. Emmanuel was
ruthless on that one, made sure it looked like
an angry crowd mobbed him. Jibola’s personality
made sure it was believable for people.
He was a rude stingy self centred prick. The job
was fun for Emmanuel as he and his entourage
dressed as Police officers.
They installed a fake checkpoint at a dodgy
location they were sure he would pass through.
It was few minutes after midnight in a very silent
area of Ikeja. As he passed, they stopped his
car. Jibola as typical of him insulted and cursed
the policemen. They ordered him out of the car,
which he was very opposed to. He was dragged
out of the car and descended on. Emmanuel’s
entourage of drunken policemen dished out
merciless pounding on Jibola.
During the pounding, Emmanuel brought out a
knife and stabbed Jibola aimlessly. They left him
for dead, Emmanuel was sure Jibola wouldn’t
survive the next 10 minutes. Jibola’s blood had
soaked their Policemen attire, they removed the
clothes and threw them away.
Emmanuel paid his entourage of 4 people, N40,
000 each and kept what was left of the
N500,000 he was paid for the job. Sweet
memories of the job he reminisced.
However, this new assignment is more tedious.
This one is for two friends. Tailing them around
was the boring part of the job. He hated it.
Their schedules were always different, they were
both good friends, he had seen them have lunch
together and all but he still couldn’t get how
best to execute the 2 of them at once.
Emmanuel always admitted that he was very
lazy, he had been cracking his head on how to
make this assignment easy for himself.
He had given up on Seyi for today, the guy’s
movement was too complex, he chose to tail
Kelechi today. In his rickety Volkswagen Santana
hatchback cab, he bought the cab at his
mechanic’s workshop for N85, 000. He was sure
it would come in handy very soon, and time was
now.
Kelechi wasn’t much of an outgoing person, he
just visited a couple of places which included his
long visit to Bank after which he just went home.
He came out at about 8PM and headed to Seyi’s
place where they both disappeared into a lonely
street off admiralty way.They stopped in front of
a beautiful duplex where 2 girls came out of the
house to welcome the guys.
As soon as the guys went into the house,
Emmanuel stopped a few houses away from the
building. Took out what look like a radio, and
started to tune to a particular frequency.
Earlier on at the bank, Emmanuel had collided
intentionally with Kelechi in the banking hall and
secretly sneaked a tiny receiver shaped like a
button into the tiny front pocket of Kelechi’s
jeans.
Kelechi was furious at the stupid retard that
wasn’t looking before colliding into other
people. He muttered “fat sloppy bastard” slowly
as he walked away from him.
Emmanuel was praying that Kelechi would wear
the same jeans as earlier on when he planted the
bug on him and luckily for him, it was only the
polo top he changed.
Tuning the listener and receiver to the same
frequency wasn’t very tedious, a little turning
the knob left and right gave him the perfect
clarity he needed. He muttered to himself
“Thank you, eBay..”
He had bought several gadgets from eBay to
ease his little fledging assassin work, very
thankful he bought this one. Their voices came
alive in the radio. He could hear their
conversation with the ladies.
Seyi asked: So, Kemi what do you have for us
today ?
Kemi replied: well, I’ve got 4 of my friends for
you today, they are fresh
Kelechi replied estactically: Oh yes! That’s what
we’re talking about.
Kemi continued: I have put them into different
rooms, the first room is for you Seyi and the
room down the hall is for Kelechi.
Kelechi was about to move to his room when he
stopped and looked back like a bright idea just
flashed into his head.
Kelechi proposed: How about we use the same
room this time around?
Seyi replied: Hmmmm Orgy
Kemi replied: the girls have no choice plus I
took them separately, they don’t know
themselves from anywhere.So, no reason for
them to be shy.
Seyi replied: with N100,000 for a night, I don’t
think they will have a choice.Moreover, we’re
due for another one.
Kemi went into the first room to take the two
other girls to the second room.Kelechi was
looking at their direction. He saw what he liked,
the ass on the last girl was impressive to him.
Emmanuel was wondering what a life these guys
were living. Sadly, this would be the last orgy
they would have. All sorts of sounds started
coming over the radio, the reception had started
going bad.
Emmanuel sat in the cab and organized for the
rest of his plan.
3 hours later, Kelechi & Seyi came out of the
building and drove off. As they came out of the
building. Emmanuel called the driver of the
LAWMA PSP truck waiting at entrance gate of
Lekki Scheme 1.
He alerted the driver about a red 2010 Toyota
Corolla S, with 2 passengers. The truck driver
started his truck and proceeded to third
mainland bridge to conclude the plan.
Kelechi drove like he was auditioning for the
transporter movie, speeding off back to the
mainland.
They were gisting and laughing about the orgy
they just finished, Kelechi couldn’t sleep out, his
wife was that troublesome. Seyi had to succumb
to his friend’s request even at the dead of the
night. Seyi confirmed from Kelechi when the
assassins would kill Lana,and celebrating how
they would become Alhaji Hassim’s new allies,
they had already sent cars to Karim, brand new
GL450 and Bentley Continental GT. They were
sure sending the cars and eliminating Lana would
give them the shot.
The time was 2:45am in the morning. Kelechi
was lost in the joy of their last espionage that it
was too late for him to swerve successful away
from a broken down LAWMA truck in the middle
of the road just some few meters after the
Herbert Macaulay exit. His abrupt swerve from
the truck ran him into the concrete divider of
the bridge, damaging the front of the car beyond
repair.
The airbag deployed but they weren’t able to
keep Seyi alive as he wasn’t wearing his seat
belt.
Seyi hit his head on the windscreen of the car,
killing him instantly. Kelechi lost all
consciousness with his head resting lifelessly on
the steering wheel.
Emmanuel and the driver of the abandoned truck
moved close to the accident scene. Emmanuel
grabbed his 9mm, strutting his fat flabby arms
as he walked down; the driver brought along with
him a car jack. They both got to work as they
lifted the bodies away from the car onto the
floor.
Emmanuel use the car jack to break off the
whole windscreen of the car, checked them for
pulse, they were both dead, they dumped their
bodies into the water.
They got into their cars and drove into the
night.
When Emmanuel got home, he sent Nikky a text,
saying done!

Colonel Weyinmi is of average height, a little bit
thick in stature; he cut his professional teeth
with Internal Affairs in Darfur. He has been sent
into some of the most troublesome terror
areas, and had been able to calm the area; he
was a first class soldier during his days of
battle, now the head of special division with the
JTF. He was also redrafted from the Army just
as Chike was.
Like every successful leader, he had trustworthy
lieutenants, the Colonel trusted his people and
when the new assignment of JTF came up, there
was only one credible soldier in mind, Chike
Onihevo.
Colonel was just getting back to the JTF office
after a joint session with the President and
some of his cabinet staff. The President wanted
to know what the decisive step is been taken
about reducing the scourge to the barest
minimum.
The President had complained long about the
Alhaji Hassim myth. He asked Colonel Weyinmi
quite sternly if was true that the man existed.
Colonel Weyinmi admitted there might be some
form of truth in the myth but they needed more
time to go over all the angles as well as initiate
a fresh investigation.
Colonel Weyinmi knew for sure that the Villain
Alhaji Hassim existed but that wasn’t gonna
come out of his mouth to the president.
He was walking down to his office, in the
crowded office space of the JTF, he saw some
officers debating about the Boko Haram charade
and thought to himself, I have a brilliant way for
eliminating them.
He couldn’t disclose to them because he had his
own priorities as well.
Femi and Chuks were already waiting for the
Colonel in his office. He came in and silently
ignored their greeting.
Moving into the item of the day, he began “The
President wants something solid about Alhaji
Hassim”
He made his way to his seat at the other side of
the crowded table top and rested his hands
firmly on the table.
Femi gave an idea, and replied “We can look into
files, the JTF had previously about him. There is
a possibility we might find something
interesting”
Colonel fired back “Might?? I don’t like might; I
want something more constructive, something
more concrete. I think we need to open up a
fresh file and stop looking into some corrupt
file. I have told the President that this whole JTF
has been sabotaged. I don’t think any
information here is going to help anybody. I can
safely tell you that one.”
Chike joined the conversation as he strolled into
the Colonel’s office; he gave a salute to the
Colonel while Femi and Chuks rose up and gives
him a salute as well. He nodded to their gesture.
He wasn’t interested in subordinate protocol; he
continued “I agree with the Colonel, we need to
start our own investigation because I can’t think
of how I would be attacked by some form of
exotic militia with Sniper rifle as well”
Colonel asked Chike “How do we proceed?”
Chike continued “The file you asked them to
deliver to me, there is a Lana Reis in there, we
should tail him for a while, study his movement,
look into his setup, we should have something
from there”
Colonel replied to Chike “Thank you, Captain
Obvious”
Femi and Chuks wanted to laugh but they
couldn’t, the Colonel was a dry humor specialist.
Colonel continued “I need you to be more than
investigative, you need to super on this one”
“I have another meeting with the President in a
few weeks, we need to have something a lot
more concrete, we have excelled in other
regions of the Africa, we need to put in all we’ve
got into this “
Colonel said.
Chike settled into the couch behind the 2
visitors chair in front of the Colonel’s table.
“You all have a flight to Lagos by 4pm,
transport will pick you up at the airport, settle in
and start monitoring Lana Reis, he might be our
only hope for getting the fresh investigation
up.” Colonel concluded.
—
Emmanuel was an assassin; he was fat and super
sloppy. He wasn’t your regular assassin, not the
one with the different types of guns as toys, he
was an accident expert. His works were always
untraceable. He looks so disgusting and ugly,
also a loud mouth.
One of his finest works was when he killed a
politician by mixing up his tablets with a cyanide
pill, clean and smooth execution and with
Nigeria, that autopsy isn’t legalized. No one will
be able to find out how he died, some will feel
the politician had epilepsy as he foamed to
death.
He was also rumored to have killed a man by
infiltrating his home as a cleaner and neatly
strangling life out of him with the tube of the
drip attached to his body.
The tales of how he kills is the silent corridors
of people who need his services.
Nikky was dialing Emmanuel’s number, he was
highly needed in this new assignment, foul play
shouldn’t be assumed in the murder of Femi and
Chuks. Lana mustn’t be suspected despite how
impossible it was.
Emmanuel was having his lunch at White House
in Sabo, battling with a bowl of assorted meat
with a small amount of Pounded yam in another
container.
He was talking while eating, people were
greeting him. It was Thursday afternoon; he was
dressed in expensive light blue Ankara material.
The Assorted meat almost stained his cloth as
he tried to pick a call.
He dug his other hand into the chest pocket of
the attire, his phone was blaring Wande Coal’s
Ghana freestyle.
Emmanuel couldn’t identify the caller ID. He put
it back on the table muttering silent insults at
people hiding their number to make calls, he
alone was sitting at a table due to his body
mass.
The Phone started ringing again for the second
time, which he picked, he heard
“Hello Emmanuel” He immediately identified
NIkky’s voice.
He replied, “Long time, anything for the boys?

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ok ok. from 2moro, i'm gonna make it 2 per day

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thanks bro. My not updating last night was as a result of my very tight schedule..... I got home from Kogi state where I went for an official assignment by few minutes before 10pm. By then, I was exhausted and had a flat battery

Nikky was trying hard to sleep but the sleep
wasn’t coming through. Yemi wasn’t home yet,
it truly bothered her. It was a few minutes after
midnight. It was totally cool that Yemi’s room in
the hostel is the most conducive in the whole
university.
With Yemi being a brute short cul-tist, a lot of
people found it very disturbing that a beautiful
student like Nikky could date an ugly short boy
such as Yemi. Nikky loved a man in control, a
man who wielded power, he had his own
entourage with him round the clock, Yemi had
always been seen as a dangerous boy. He was
always on the squad who went to fight; he knew
how to handle a gun. He was a genius at the
disruption of activities; harassing members of
other cults was his favorite hobby. Irrespective
of the amount of opposition he had, Yemi would
never stand down. He would rant like a typical
Yoruba boy, and fight tooth and nail. If you
defeat Yemi in a fight, all hell will be let loose, if
Yemi defeats you, it’s a different ball game
entirely.
Yemi was nothing short of trouble promoter; the
love story of Yemi & Nikky started at a
restaurant when some boys from other cult
were harassing her over her refusal to date one
of their members. The usual gimmick of
intimidating people into dating them wasn’t
working on Nikky. That particular day’s attempt
was way off; it had turned intoa screaming
match. Being a strong willed person, Nikky
refused to be ordered into anything just because
they look and portrayed dangerous.
They were yelling at each other in the fast food,
Nikky wouldn’t back down despite the fact she
knew they were cult boys. Yemi was turned on
by her aggressiveness, her stubbornness and her
guts never to be forced into any situation. Yemi
was eating with his entourage, some tables away
from where the boys were harassing Nikky. He
had been eavesdropping all the while,he then
asked his entourage to follow him.
Yemi walked briskly over to Nikky’s table, Nikky
was also with a friend who was scared out of
her mind, she was mute throughout the whole
event. Yemi got to the table and tapped the guy
who looked like the head of the sting operation
on the shoulder, he looked back. Fully aware of
how the events of that day could end. The guy
kept mute, and listened to what Yemi had to say.
Yemi put in a simple gesture what he wanted
them to do, the cult boys disturbing Nikky
understood the situation which is simply put in a
proverb that says “He who fights and leaves
lives to fight another day”. Yemi pointed to the
door, making a hand gesture for them to simply
run along. The guy behind the leader of the sting
operation who was a newcomer in the school’s
cult arena tried to pull out a gun from the waist
of his jeans against Yemi but the leader felt the
movement of his boy’s hand behind, stopped
him and they all moved out of the fast food
shamefully with their tails between their legs.
Nikky knew who Yemi was, everyone in school
knew who the Devil in the school was…simply
put…Yemi Blacky
That was how it started; it moved away from
the story of how a revered cultist fell in love a
tall sexy half-caste hot chic. They became an
item; they seemed so happy together in what
looked like a classic case of Beauty and the
Beast. Yemi was strikingly ugly while Nikky was
unbelievably beautiful;
Students spent time trying to understand how
Yemi and Nikky could ever date. Yemi’s face was
like that of a lion, very brute looking and
intimidating despite his lack of a tall frame.
Plainly put, there was nothing good about Yemi,
he had axed people who opposed him in school,
he goes to other campuses to execute people
for his cult, a formidable hitman Yemi is. He
performs the harshest initiation ceremony for
new recruits for his cult.
People could just never see any good in Yemi,
this was something only Nikky could.
Nikky brought herself back into reality as her
blackberry phone started beeping; she heard the
sound of a new bbm message. She was praying
and hoping that it was a message from Yemi.
She grabbed the phone on the reading table,
threw herself on the bed, she had only her bra
and pant on, they had scheduled a romantic
night, Yemi should have been home since 7:30.
She scrolled to her bbm and found out it was
some broadcast message from one of her
classmate. She cleared the chat and proceeded
to delete the person off her phone.
As she was done with her phone, she heard
footsteps on her floor, and then a knock of the
door, Yemi had codes he used to knock that
would alert Nikky of any looming danger. If he
knocks 3 times hard consecutively then a soft
one, then it means there is danger. She knew
the drill, get the gun from WC in the bathroom.
The no-harm knock was just simple calm knock
twice on the door.
Yemi’s knock that night was calm, Nikky rushed
to the door, she opened the door, Yemi came in,
he was looking tired and smelt badly of petrol,
he was also carrying a little bag. Yemi dropped
the cross-bag , took everything off all his
clothes and walked naked into the shower to
freshen up.
Yemi never hid anything away from Nikky, she
knew he was one of the most dangerous guys in
school; the title gave him reverence and also
made him a handful load of enemies as well..
Nikky guessed it was a gun inside, usually that’s
about the only thing Yemi carries in his bag. She
opened the bag to find loads of cash in it. Nikky
wasn’t new to money, she had seen such heavy
cash before but it was from her father’s room.
Nikky scanned the bag and guessed the cash in
the bag would have been about 1.5 million to
2million Naira. She was indifferent about it; she
just wanted to know how he got the money.
Yemi came out of the shower, still looking tired,
the first thing Nikky wanted to do was nag him
about forgetting about their romantic night but
she opted for how he got that kind of money.
Yemi wasn’t a thief, he didn’t steal, she was
aware that if he was into any such practice she
would have noticed it.
He wanted to sleep but the sight of her in just
her underwear was turning him on. They had intimacy
like rabbits in as much as one of them was in
the mood, the both of them were. Nobody dared
to interrupt them. She was under the silky
sheets when he came to her, she was smelling
fresh and very edible. He snuck up to her to sniff
her neck, planting a nice trail of kissing from her
neck to her lips. He was running his hands on
her belly, gently trying to take off the straps of
the red lacy bra when she stopped him in a
gentle and firm way; she asked him “Where did
you get the money?”
No man ever likes to be interrupted when he’s
trying to get his groove on, and at this point,
Yemi had to give her answers.
Yemi replied in calm voice “Are you saying I’m
not old enough to have that kind of money”
Yemi thought to himself, how fearful he was to
everyone, yet Nikky could talk to him anyhow in
the bedroom. How Ironic.
Nikky laughed hysterically, looking into his ugly
face but all she could see was kindness, she
continued
“Why are you answering my question with a
question?” She continued
“I am serious about this, you need to tell me”
“Remember Tosin, my cousin, he told me about
this cool business, he wanted boys with balls for
a business transaction, so he asked me” Yemi
answered
Nikky replied sarcastically “That information was
very helpful only that you didn’t tell me what the
business transaction was about”
Yemi smiled “We went to vandalize some NNPC
pipeline, stole petrol and delivered it to one
Chief like that”
Nikky was not sure of how to reply him; she was
still processing the information that Yemi had a
new department in his terror kingdom.
She replied “Well, I don’t know how to respond
to this just yet.”
She turned away from him and backed him, slept
off. He knew he wasn’t getting any tonight, so
he dipped his hands into his boxers, gave
himself hand job, and slept off after.
Nikky woke him with a Mouth Action in the early
hours of the morning, he thought he was
dreaming until he woke up and saw Nikky sucking
his di-ck and balls like her life depended on it.
His di-ck was starting to jerk uncontrollably in
Nikky’s mouth; he began rubbing her hair with
his hand, pushing her head down into his di-ck. All
the pressure of the world was on his di-ck, he
was about to pump his load into her mouth,
when she stopped, she knew he was cu-mming;
he was trying to enjoy his orga......sm when she
stopped abruptly.
Yemi was about to lose his mind when she sat
straight and told him that she would like to join
him in his new hobby of stealing Petrol from the
NNPC pipeline.
What? Yemi said silently, angry that he lost the
excitement of an orga....sm. She broke out into
laughter but Yemi was still keeping a straight
face with a boner.
She resumed back to the head and that’s how
their business relationship started.
They made loads of money together, beyond
school, they graduated from school, served the
government in NYSC, still did their business.
A couple of years down the line, Yemi got killed
by a JTF raid when they were stealing the fuel,
from there on, She inherited the business, the
boys still agreed to work with her if she would
keep the bargain Yemi had with them.
Nikky was sitting at the open view of Marquee at
the rooftop of the Mega plaza, enjoying the
scenery of the Victoria Island, waiting on her
meeting with Lana.
This was their first official meeting after their
little chat in front of Rehab the other night.
Lana will be shocked when she tells me what
exactly she’s hoping to offer him.
Lana walked into Marquee, through the bar into
door to open loft. Nikky was wearing jeans with
buttoned down shirt leaving 2 buttons at the top
open, revealing over cream looking bo...obs
cleavage. Her bo....obs looked enticing, Lana told
himself.
Nikky stood up to welcome Lana,
“Good Evening Lana “Nikky started
Lana looked into the Victoria Island skyline, it
was few minutes after 6, the sun was about
retreating for the day. He smiled to himself and
sat down.
“Good evening Nikky “ Lana replied
After their brief encounter at the club, Nikky had
asked him to drop her at Eko Hotel, they didn’t
speak much inside the car, rather they
exchanged phone numbers and Nikky fixed this
evening’s meeting.
Lana been a womanizer that he is, couldn’t help
but look at her. He was even imagining
unwrapping the twins and holding them,
imagining how red her nip-ples would be.
Nikky cleared her throat, the little noise brought
Lana back to reality. She continued
“I need to apologize to you”
Lana was a bit confused as to why she was
apologizing to him.
“Apologize for what exactly?” Lana replied
adjusting his sitting position, crossing his legs
over eachotherr.
“The information I gave you about Alhaji Hassim
isn’t all correct” She responded
Lana adjusted himself into his seat, ready to find
out which information was true and which
wasn’t. Everything he had dreamt about for a
couple of years seem to be coming through.
One of the outputs of this meeting he was
expecting was when he would meet the man
behind the myth.
Nikky continued, “Alhaji Hassim wants to see you
but then, so does he want to see another 15
upcoming oil bunkers”
Lana was lost; he thought this was the
opportunity he had been looking for.
“So, what is the purpose of this meeting then, I
dint know am been interviewed with others” Lana
inquired impatiently
Nikky replied, “Have you heard of Rooney?”
Lana replied “Obviously you are not referring to
the footballer, I’m not sure I have”
Nikky laughed and replied “Definitely not the
footballer, Rooney is the nickname of Alhaji’s
boys, looks like a black Rooney, a very
successful bunker. He has been snapped up by
JTF but Alhaji has arranged for him to be
assasinated while in custody.”
Lana replied “Still don’t understand why you
need me in this state of things, if Alhaji wants to
replace Rooney, he will choose one person so,
it’s either me or you”
Nikky replied “That’s the tricky part, he wants to
recruit 2 people instead of the usual one, he’s
got something up his sleeves.”
Lana replied, “Okay, so why do you want me?”
Nikky replied “I like your greed, heard you lifted
about 8 trucks some nights ago which is way off
your normal limit”
Lana replied, “How did you know that”
Nikky replied, “I am with Alhaji Hassim, we know
about everything, we’ve got people everywhere.
If Alhaji says you wouldn’t sell your loot, no one
will buy from you.
The good thing is Alhaji likes small startups like
yours; you’re full of potential and willing to do
whatever it takes to make it work out.
He has sent me to scout for him a couple of
times, he sends Karim on most of his evil
espionages”
Lana was a little bit offended when Nikky called
his business small time, he supplied petrol to
Petrol stations, he’s got people at NNPC on his
payroll. But he couldn’t get too mad at Nikky for
calling his business small time because rumor
has it that Alhaji Hassim supplies some African
countries from his loot.
Nikky continued “I have been monitoring your
business, it’s quite impressive what you’ve done
with it but the problem is about your partners.”
Lana inquired “What about them?”
Nikky took a sip of her drink, crossed her left
leg over her right, and continued “Kelechi and
Chike have been in talks with Karim”
Lana got irritated and felt betrayed because they
were partners, if not for anything. They should
be strong, be together, and not hope to expand
the business without him.
They share the money equally, he was pissed
about been left out for the meeting with Karim.
He replied “What the Heck?”
“We talk about everything,” he continued
Nikky interrupted him, with a stern look, and said
“Moving on, the worst part of it is that they
need to get rid of you, they seem to think
you’re the weakest of the group”
“The situation now is that we need to move
quickly over them and become the new recruits
of Alhaji.” She concluded.
“We need to become the only competition” Nikky
gave a subtle hint that Kelechi and Seyi needed
to be executed.
Lana swallowed hard, he was a playboy, loved life
but he wasn’t sure he wanted to add murder to
the list of horrible things he had done.
Chike checked himself out of the hospital, went
home, took a long bath and stared blankly at the
TV which was tuned to CNN.
He was totally lost in thought, this wasn’t the
first time people had tried to kill him, neither
will it be the last but what he couldn’t get off
his mind was who it is this time around.
He had issues with some soldiers who went
rogue during peace-keeping, he asked them to
be dismissed and disgraced publicly but they
knew better than to try to assassinate him. He
had rumors that they had become Soldiers of
Fortune.
The assignment file he was given had been
stained with blood as he tried to retrieve it
before FRSC/Police came in to confiscate the
car.
They wanted to blame him for the accident until
they saw the guys on the floor with guns and
masks on their faces.
Chike got off the couch, slipped into his casual
shoe and headed out to JTF office to see the
commanding officer, Colonel Weyinmi.

sorry for the late update. I had some pressing issues I had to trash out. Hope you enjoy the update

THE ADJACENT EPISODE 3:
1:30AM
Iyana Ipaja Area
Yusuf wasn’t new at this however he was
tensed.
They haven’t done any stealing as much as this
before, the thought of 8 tankers been loaded
tonight was making Yusuf uncomfortable.The
Police wasn’t the problem, Lana had them in his
pocket; Yusuf was wondering when he started
growing a conscience. He lost all hope in Nigeria
when his father died in service and they never
received his gratuity for another 5 years.
He was waiting outside the fenced area; the
building inside the fence was a gigantic
warehouse structure. The warehouse however is
empty, no goods inside.Yusuf was feeling a bit
uneasy; he smokes anytime he feels tensed,
puffing out the smoke in the cold night. Seun
came out of the gate; Yusuf was standing
outside the gate to pose as security. Seun came
out and saw Yusuf smoking beside gate.
Yusuf asked in anxiety “Seun, how far na, when
una go finish na”
Seun replied “Ogbeni, calm down jo, na today we
don do dey this thing?”
Yusuf replied “I know jo, but not 8 tankers”
Seun replied “Yusuf, na the same way we dey do
the others jo, just chill abeg”
Yusuf replied “Make una sha do quick”
Seun went back into the warehouse and 15
minutes later, ran out to help Yusuf open the
gate of the warehouse.
8 Oil tankers drove out of the warehouse;
Yusuf and Seun and 4 other guys got into an
SUV and disappeared into the night.
Seun brought out his phone and sent a text to
Lana “All the trucks are loaded and we’re
heading to Benin.”
Lana bought this land some years back due to
the information he heard and also verified that
the NNPC pipeline pass through the land, he and
his other partners have vandalized the pipeline
to steal several barrels of Nigeria’s Oil.
The trucks were driving off into the dark of the
night.

Mention: M expecting my 9pm Update sha

bros no wahala. with u for my back, even MTN no reach to misbehave

Mention: Takes a seat at the front while eating popcorn..
Nice one Handie.. I dey ya back

thanks baba. with u for my back, I no get problem o#hakunamatata

MaziOmenuko: Present!

I love adventures, I'm sure gonna follow this.

Op, try limiting the number of times you mention 'Chike' in a single paragraph. That and a few other things.

OMG! The great maziomenuko is reading my post. *dancing shoki*. Boss ur recommendation has been noted and I'll try to do as u recommended

THE ADJACENT EPISODE 2: Shout out to my oga @Deolu Bubble.
Chike was sitting in the middle row of the
conference room, a cozy room with about 15
other JTF agents. The conference room was in a
hotel in a high brow area of Abuja.
The JTF had just received the mandate by the
President to investigate Oil bunkery activities in
the whole federation.
The Projector was displaying a slide with the
information about the depth of the scourge
while the facilitator was pacing around the front
of the projector, giving in depth information
about the menace. He seemed knowledgeable
about this, Chike thought to himself;
AVAILABLE STATISTICS SHOWED THAT IN 2001
ALONE,
ILLEGAL BUNKERING ACCOUNTED FOR A
REVENUE LOSS OF ABOUT $30M, AND BY 2003,
THE FIGURED HAD SOARED TO ABOUT $1BN, BY
2008,
THE FIGURE LEAPED TO ABOUT $10BN IN 2010,
NIGERIA IS LOSING ABOUT 900,000 BARRELS OF
CRUDE OIL DAILY TO ILLEGAL BUNKERING”
Chike was assigned to the JTF from the army; he
was the leader of the Special Forces re-drafted
to the JTF.
He had a long distinguished career in the ARMY,
Chike was in charge of Strategy for about 5
troops further subdivided into 100 men per
troop in Darfur, Sierra Leone, Liberia and several
other war torn African countries.
He did a couple of consultancy jobs for the U.N.
No one would believe that the 37-year-old
Chike, with an imposing frame of over 6ft tall,
ruggedly handsome look with a baritone voice
was the one with this reputable and impeccable
record, Chike joined the NDA immediately after
secondary school, his uncle who became a
guardian after his father died when he was just 9
years old became his only family.
Chike’s uncle could spot how intelligent little
Chike was; he was always very coordinated and
calculated, a troubled soul at a very young age.
Chike was always in one trouble or the other in
his younger years. In retaliation for his
stubbornness, his uncle registered him for the
NDA exams, so he could go and express his
anger in the Army.
Chike became an instant hit at the academy
excelling in tactics and well as intelligence work,
he was top of his class, only second to Hamza
Mustapha’s record at the NDA.
At the end of his school, he was sent abroad
with a couple of other brilliant soldiers to Israel,
Germany, France and Latvia for different
advanced combat tactics and war strategy
courses.
His first official assignment was at peacekeeping
in Sierra Leone, he led an effective and
organized squad that was awarded as the best
troop. He got offers from the C.I.A and the F.B.I
to be a consultant but turned it down for
patriotic agenda moreover the Nigerian Army
would never allow him do that.
This conference would be over in 20 minutes
time he said to himself, as he looked at his G-
Shock wristwatch, he was having an internal
battle caused by the hunger that was eating
away his tummy.
He was saying to himself;
“I have led men to covert operations, got
Medals of Honor from U.N, won the soldier of
the year award several times, and I’m being
disgraced by hunger”
He laughed to himself as the conference was
dismissed; he was about to leave when an
envelope of his new assignment was handed to
him. He collected it, opened it up as he walked
to the cafeteria, he found a couple of keys that
seemed to include office keys, car keys and
other unknown ones. He also found his office
address, his team members, his chief
commanding officer, he flipped the page to view
the profiles of his team members and finally got
to the last page that had the picture of a guy
with the name Lana Reis underneath it.
Before heading to the cafeteria, he went to the
car park to see what car was assigned to him, he
pressed the remote control attached to the key,
a car at the back of the lot beeped, he walked
slowly to the car with enthusiasm, he pressed
the button on the remote again and it was a
black 2010 Volkswagen Passat.
He opened the car, opened the glove
compartment, dumped the envelope into it, and
closed it back. He ran his hand underneath the
passenger seat beside the driver and found the
casing for a silver 9mm handgun. He pushed it
back and proceeded to the cafeteria.
Chike continued dwelling on the new assignment
as he walked to the Cafeteria, the new
assignment specified Lagos, which will mean he
will have to check on his uncle. Chike knew
checking on his uncle would be horrible for him
but not checking again isn’t an option, after
dedicating his life to the military, his uncle’s
family was the only family he has.
The question of when he would get married will
come up, who he was settling down with and all,
he didn’t have an answer now but he would have
to think up something.
Another thought of the Lana Reis guy came up in
his mind, asking himself how best to approach
the new assignment.
45 minutes later, Chike was heading back to his
hotel room at the Transcorp Hilton, as soon as
he got off Ahmadu Bello, driving the newly
assigned car, Chike was moving slowly at 60km/
hr trying to enjoy the beautiful engineering of
the Volkswagen Passat.
Chike was cruising while also enjoying the
scenery of the Abuja road, when all of a sudden
a car came out of nowhere, bashed him in a head
to head collision, totally writing off the front of
the Volkswagen Passat. The car that bashed him
was a grey 2008 Toyota Camry; from the
collision Chike guessed the other car was
probably doing about 140km/hr.
The front of the car was horribly damaged; the
bonnet of the Camry had folded up almost into
the windshield.
Chike was feeling horrible even though the
airbags deployed, his own windshield broke, the
car was beeping some kind of sound, he looked
up out of the broken windshield, he saw 3 huge
guys step out of the car, wearing black face
masks also carrying guns.
They wanted to find out the position of the
driver, if he was dead or if they would need to
finish him off with the handguns and silencer in
their hands. The road was deserted at this time,
it was almost midnight.
Chike while been hurt, stylishly took out his
9mm from the passenger seat beside him, he
put his head on the deployed airbag facing his
own door, the 3 guys moved closer to him.
Chike’s head was already covered in blood, he
was badly wounded. There was a sharp pain in
his neck. One of the guys opened the Audi while
the rest stayed a bit away; they stayed at the
front of their own car.
As the first guy opened the door, Chike had the
9mm on his laps with his hand on the trigger, he
was faking unconsciousness.
He shot the guy right in the chest as he bent in
his head to confirm if Chike was dead or not.
Chike pulled the guy in after he shot him, using
the guy as a body cover.
The 2 other guys immediately started sporadic
shooting at the car but Chike already used the
first guy as body cover, Chike was calm
underneath the dead body, counting the bullets
as they shot at his car, shots hit the fender,
broke the headlights. Chike been aware that it
was 2 shooters, he was counting for 2 guns.
The shots stopped, either they were out of
bullets or they wanted to check if he was dead
or not. Chike knew one of them was out of
bullets and he didn’t hear anyone reloading just
yet.
Chike lay flat to the passenger’s side of the car;
his body cover was still on top of him. They
stopped shooting as one of the guys ordered
the last guy to go confirm if the target was
dead.
The third guy’s arm was firm on the trigger
trying to be fast incase anything came up, he
was moving slowly towards the passat, walking in
small steps carefully.
He got to the driver’s side of the car with the
door open; the killer was paralysed with fear. He
looked into the car, he saw his friend lying dead,
with several bullet holes on his body.
The fear in him didn’t allow him see that there
was another body underneath his friend’s body,
due to the frame of dead assassin; Chike could
easily hide underneath him.
Being a sharp shooter, Chike slid out a bit,
underneath the dead body, fired a bullet into the
forehead of the second assassin. At this point,
the third assassin lost for options decided to
make a run.
Chike was hearing faint sounds of foot stomp in
a fast motion. Chike pushed off the dead body
he was hiding underneath, came out of the car.
Chike’s cloth was soaked with blood, he had a
few cuts himself but majority of the blood was
from the guy he used as body cover, his
strength was depleted. He was feeling very
weak.
He struggled out of the car, he saw the third guy
fleeing away, took a direct shot at the hand with
the gun, the assassin screamed still running,
Chike brought his hand down and targeted his
leg, fired another shot into his leg.
The third assassin fell in his stride; he was
trying to make a turn into an adjoining street,
dragging himself on the ground, still trying to
make a run.
Chike walked towards where the assassin fell, he
was in serious pain, he didn’t know which one to
touch to stop the bleeding either his leg or his
hand, as Chike walked towards the last assassin,
he noticed his left leg was aching him, he saw
blood stain, something from the passat must have
cut his leg. He knelt beside the assassin, looked
at the assassin, and removed the face mask off
him.
He saw a young man of roughly about 29 year’s
old, huge frame, about 6’5 with rugged looks.
Chike knew he would die; he looked all over the
last assassin from head to toe and then saw a
gold Rolex on his left hand.
He didn’t know what to think anymore….an
assasin with gold Rolex, as he turned his body
frame to the other side to remove the
wristwatch, a bullet hit the third assassin in the
right part of his chest. Chike knew the bullet was
for him, he narrowly dodged death. He looked
around; saw someone fleeing from the top of a
building on the same street.
Chike didn’t bother himself, he moved removed
the Rolex wristwatch and made for the
Assassin’s phone, took the both of them, he
noticed a custom message at the back of the
wristwatch that said “Happy Birthday Sesan ”
Chike knew there were no other people plotting
to kill him rather than those involved in the new
assignment he just got less than 3 hours ago, he
had a lot of questions to ask;

Updates will be every evening by 9pm unless when I'm too busy. welcome to the Adjacent:
THE PILOT!
Stepping out of the VIP lounge in Rehab, finesse
was evident in every fibre of the white custom
fitted linen outfit Lana was wearing as he walked
towards his car. Good looking and very
intelligent he was every woman’s ideal man,
charming in person and always sporting a smile.
This wasn’t his typical hangout but a friend was
having a small bash for one of his too-
numerous-to count babes.
He was a proper ladies man, tall with an
imposing muscular frame, broad shoulders and
not so dark, his body was the type that had the
ladies drooling. He had chilled alone at the VIP
lounge sipping the most expensive champagne
available in the club; of course, he could swear
that more than half the women had to have been
checking him out.
Even the ones with their boyfriends were
stealing glances.
Checking the time his brown leather vintage
Rolex was telling, he unconsciously patted his
pockets feeling for his Barclays and Bank of
America credit cards. The GT bank card was in
the other pocket with a couple of thousands of
dollars.
With a baldhead that had started developing
some years after his graduation from University
of Port Harcourt, he hadn’t always been so
good-looking. However the kind of money he
had access to now had transformed him into a
complete fine boy.
His current baby was a 2010 Range rover sport
bought in the U.K and shipped to the East coast
Customs, United States for advanced options.
Without trying to show off, when it came to
Lana’s baby MTV’s love-vendor my ride had nothing on
his choice of custom options. He had the full
interior of the car fitted in a simple black,
except the speedometer, which was chrome, the
whole exterior bulletproofed, and low profile
tires and nothing short of all black rims.
The logo chromed into the dark centre of the
steering wheel and his plate number read simply
“LANA”.
He had special lights of dark grey installed into
different places making it look like the TRON
movie, a dark grey as the outline making it look
very dark. One punch of a button changed the
passenger seat into a comfy slim sized bed and
the already tinted glasses, windscreen and
rearview became totally black.
As he made his way out, a half-caste chic walked
up to him introducing herself.
“Hi Lana” He paused, looking back and replying
with a smile “Hi”
“Have we met before?” he asked.
“My name is Nikky” she replied.
“We’ve have been watching you for a while, a
few years actually. We’ve been monitoring your
progress from the days of vandalizing pipeline
into 50ltr containers to stealing with drums,
your oil loot from Takwa bay on the boat
speeding in and out at night.” she continued
Moving closer Lana asked her “Are you with the
JTF? What exactly do you want from me?”
She smiled and replied “I am not with the Law
Enforcement, not at all. I am here to offer you
the big league. Alhaji Hassim has an interest in
you, he wants to meet you.”
Repeating the name silently to himself, He took
a moment to process it.
Alhaji Hassim was currently the richest Nigerian,
off the record of course.
No one can tell you specifically where he is, in
fact people who have met say they met him on
his new 2011 113ft Sunseeker Predator 115
that docked at Benin Republic.
You can only see him if he has asked to see you.
You don’t know who Alhaji Hassim is, because he
was invisible. You only heard his name
mentioned in privileged circles. Some people say
the man is a myth.
He sure those exist, in fact he was the Lord in
our field.
He recently bought a huge stake in Chelsea FC,
second only to the Billionaire Roman
Abrahamovich, he’s got another Hausa man
fronting for him on Chelsea board”.
I had always wanted to join the big leagues. No
one in our field of work was poor, ever!
Alhaji Hassim is sitting at the top of the big
league pyramid. With business dynasties and
hotel chains all over the world, he toppled
governments and ran Africa from his 14kt gold
plated table on his yacht.
It amazes me how he manages to be
anonymous, some people say his name is an
alias for some rich politican.
“Alhaji Hassim would like to speak with you?”
Lana brought himself back to reality.
Nikky walked to the passenger side of Lana’s
car.
As Lana sped off, a black 2010 Toyota corolla
with 3 hefty looking men, trailed him giving him
just enough gap not to suspect anything.

Shoutout to every NL member. I've been a regular and a ghost visitor to this forum. The uniqueness of the stories I read and the expertise of writers like Mazi_Omenuko, Kayemjay, and many others too numerous to mention got me thinking of doing something like them. I teamed up with my BIG BOSS @ Deolu bubble to create a work I hope can stand the test of time and go near the heights of other great works like an evening with Eva, nysc by mazi Omenuko and others...... first update later this evening.