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Franko,

One of my favorite men.

Keep it up bro!

U are awesome!

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Any1 miss me?

I want to say a big thank you to every 1 who voted for me.

Winning the awards as the top in the three categories in which I was nominated was no easy feat.

Thanks a lot guys.

You rock!

Really? I won? Yippeee!!!!

Make I go plan my victory speech.

No updates for you guys tonight.

Muah!

Good Morning guys.

First of all, I have been going through a hectic week. Proposals, IT meetings, installations, server re-routing, A LOT. However, ALL the while, I ALWAYS had you guys in mind. Please rest assured that I WILL FINISH THIS STORY.

I agree that Ahmed's death was not in the original plan. I actually didn't have a plan but I NEVER INTENDED Ahmed to die. He was supposed to be the guy who avenges his Uncle's death. Anyways, I had made you guys used to daily 8pm updates and I guess work took its toll and I could not make it for a few days. It is understandable that you guys got agitated, more especially as I already have a very interesting uncompleted thread.

I take responsibility for the inconsistency in Ahmed's character and say I am sorry. I don't really do well under pressure.

I love you all. The suggestions, the love, the critique. Una too much.

Updates later at 8pm tonight. Expect the unexpected!!!


Still, I write.

annastacia15: Read this story from scratch to this point, your imagination is impeccable, the writing skill is classy but with a few rough edges but every other writer I know has a rough edge, that's what makes each one unique.... You are good kelvin, very good and I hope someone rich enough reads this and starts paying u royalties for a movie. Soon if u put ur mind to it..... Keep it up darl

Thanks honey. You know I appreciate this dearie.


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Please guys, no updates today. I am really sorry.

However, double updates tomorrow. 12noon and 8pm

Please understand.

I love you all.

Good Morning Every one.

I sincerely apologize for my absence yesterday. Asides from the fact that I was terribly busy, I have a writer's block. I want to write but I just cant seem to put the right pieces together. We are nearing the end of this fantastic ride and I MUST NOT lose the tempo.

I promise an update today or latest, 12noon tomorrow. I want to write something fantastic for you guys not just scribbling anything. And this means that I have to really task my brain.

For the record, Bee is the babe who I talked about in my Diary. She is the one who made me stop.

She is also the one who inspired me to start this thread. Believe it or not, she gave me the title of this novel/movie and told me to try writing something along that idea. She has been my back bone, my everything.

I love you Bee and I owe you everything.

I also want to appreciate Sexitee for all she has done. She has been a darling.

Thank you all for being a part of this....

Still I write.

[size=14pt] PREVIOUSLY ON “AN EVENING WITH EVA”: [/size]


“You are strong sweetheart, but not strong enough. Watch your step my lady.” – Sean

“Target heading to execution area. Advance now sir. Do you copy?” ¬– Austin

“How much time have I got Robin? I’m held up by a little lady here in the loo.” – Sean

“If you leave now, you have five minutes sir.” – Austin

“Sorry my lady, but I really have to go. Sleep tight.”

“Three minutes sir. Target is now mobile in the execution area.” – Austin

“Copy that. I’m en route” – Sean

“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you. Just close your eyes.” – Sean

“Sit down Eva. It’s time for you to officially meet Sean, your anchor.”¬– Sophia

“We have gotten to the final stage of this operation. This final mission is the most difficult and tasking this Corporation has ever dared to embark on. With the General at the helm of affairs, nothing can go wrong. For the first time ever, the Deadly Quartet will be involved in the same mission including Bruno, Eva and Sean. An encrypted email will be sent to your individual accounts at 14:00hrs. It would self-delete fifteen minutes after delivery. In your own interests, be with your various devices. We reconvene tomorrow at mission time.” – Sophia

“Please I have a delivery for your Oga. Can I drop it here?” – Tawo

“Wetin dey inside the envelope?” – Gateman

“Would you like me to drop it? Or you want me to go with it? I don’t have time for your nonsense this man.” – Tawo

“I warned you not to eat that whatever you saw on the menu, Bujunoir means boiled octopus. Now, you are shitting your intestines out. How do you feel?” – Colonel

“Not good Uncle, Not…hmmmphhh..arrrrggghhhhh… hhmpphh….not..good… at… all ooooo” – Ahmed

“Alright then, we leave in the morning.” – Colonel

“Tsk tsk tsk tsk. I would not do that if I were you. I have limited time on my hands. I am going to ask you this question only once. The life of your wife on holiday in PortHarrcourt and that of your three children in Ghana depend on what comes out of your mouth. What is the location of Colonel Giwa Haruna?” – Tawo

“Thank you Abel. You are Hawk Eyes but you never saw this coming did you?” –Tawo


“Agent Shina. You are required to pick up Eva at noon tomorrow and drop her off at a location she would disclose to you. Thereafter, she will give you the destination you should head to next. That would be all. Thank you.” – Corporation

“Agent Ambrose. You are to infiltrate the presidential security detail. Your ultimate target is to stall any move by the presidency on his travel plans to the United Arab Emirates. We will send you the full plans later.” ¬ – Corporation

“Agent Bruno. You have been assigned as the Personal Assistant and guard of Agent Bravo. You are to do whatever he tells you. He will contact you.” – Corporation

“Hello son. Warm night don’t you say?” –The General

“Agent Eva. Agent Shina would pick you up at noon tomorrow. You are expected to be at Hotel Paradise at 15:00 hours. A suite on the west wing has been prepared for you. You are to lodge in the hotel and await further instructions.” – Corporation

“Agent Bravo. Agent Shina has been compromised. Take him out. He would be at Hotel Paradise. Arrive at noon and wait for him. Leave no trace. When mission is accomplished, return to the Hotel and ask for a room key in the name of Alexander Bashorun. It is a suite in the west wing of the hotel. Further instructions will be given to you later. Good luck.” – Corporation

“Tawo, you are my son. However, you are also a Super-Agent accountable to me, The General. I will forgive this indiscretion of yours one final time. I have been tracking the Colonel. I know everything he has been up to. I monitor all my Super-Agents, you inclusive. I do not want you to do something stupid like you have already done today. Are you listening to me? If you disobey me, I will kill you myself. Follow me” – The General

“Hi Uncle. Who was that?” – Ahmed

“Ahmed, please see what that guy wants. I am so angry right now; I fear I may blow his head off.” – Colonel

“Giwa, I know what you feel. I know how you feel. No one has to die tonight.” – The General

“Marcus, I am not sure you know how I feel. My son was murdered. Yours is still alive. You know what I think? I think you would understand how I feel when your son is dead.” – Colonel

“I did not intend for this to end this way. Obviously you are not ready to be sensible. Bye Giwa” – The General

At 9pm, Shina got into his car and headed home. He had not moved for more than twenty minutes when he began to vomit, He parked his car and began to throw up, spilling a lot of blood through his mouth from his intestines. He opened the door to get fresh air. He fell on the floor and into the gutter. Blood came out from his eyes, ears and nose.

Three minutes later, his heart stopped. Shina was dead.

[size=14pt] AND NOW. . . [/size]

Eva was bored. She had been in the hotel for six hours now, yet there was no word from Corporation. She knew she would be contacted. One of Eva’s strengths was her patience. She was never in a hurry. She had kept herself company with a bottle of red wine from the well-stocked fridge. She opened her email for the umpteenth time to check her messages. Still nothing. It was a few minutes past 9pm. She couldn’t take another second of the boring hotel. She went on the internet and searched out the nearest club. The wine was beginning to have effect on her and she needed to unwind. There was a strip club about 30 minutes south of the hotel. It was the perfect way to unwind and let loose. Wearing a provocatively short mini skirt and a chiffon see through blouse, she stepped out of the hotel. Eva routed all her emails to her mobile phone just in case Corporation decided to send her a message. She had not had fun in quite a while. She had every intention to let loose and go wild.

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Sean passed by the Redeemed Camp at exactly six minutes past ten. He put off his air conditioning and wound down the windows. He needed the gentle wind that blew him as he sped through the Lagos-Ibadan expressway. About an hour earlier Sean had driven by Shina’s convertible. A small crowd had gathered around the car. He knew what had happened but he had to be sure. Parking his car away from the growing crowd, he had walked over to the scene. He managed to make his way through the barrage of bodies and got to the front. Shina’s lifeless body lay face up in a shallow gutter, both hands on his stomach. Sean looked round at the faces of the different people that gathered. Gloom, sadness and fright could be seen on every one of them.

As he walked back to his car, he heard tiny whispers of how it was possible that the man in the gutter was a ritual killer and had met his waterloo. Still others whispered in low tones that he must have done something terribly evil to have met that kind of fate. If only they knew.

As Sean got into his car and sped away, he had a slight feeling of guilt and remorse. Shina did not do anything against him to deserve to die. He had pondered for hours, how he would take Shina out. He had settled for the poisoning, feeling that poisoning him would give him a quick, painless and private death. It was not his intention for Shina to be humiliated this way. Shina was a very good man. A man of honor. Class. Taste. Finesse. Sean was even in awe of him sometimes. There were times that he wondered how a man could be so meticulous. Shina was good at noticing every single detail. Pity he did not see his death coming. Orders were just what they were; orders.

As Sean connected Ikorodu road to the Lagos Ibadan Expressway, he called Sophia.

“Voice recognition. Make me one blabber blubber bulging bunch of balderdash.” Sean spoke to his high device phone now connected to the sound system of his car.

“Voice recognition initiated. Welcome Agent Bravo.” A mechanical feminine voice replied from the speakers of his car.

“Thank you Iris. Call S.” Sean said, not taking his eyes off the road.

He wound up the windows and put on the air conditioning.

“Calling S… Do you want to block all incoming transmissions?” The Voice replied.

“Yes Iris. This is a Code Call.” Sean replied.

“Call Connected. Call Secure.” The voice replied.

The next voice that came on was Sophia’s.

“Hey baby. You miss me?” Sophia said smiling.

“I wish I did. Sadly, I do not.” Sean replied and continued

“Target is deactivated. What next?” Sean finished.

“Good. Can you come over? I really miss you inside me.” Sophia said sounding er0tic.

“I am currently en route Hotel Paradise as the instructed in the Mission Command. I guess I’m next on the hit list, aren’t i?” Sean said with deep seriousness in his voice.

“Sean, I recruited you myself. No one touches you. Besides, if you are going to die I will have to do it myself. And I don’t see that happening anyway. You, my love are in the master plan of the Corporation.” Sophia assured him.

“Why did Shina have to die?” Sean asked.

He had been dying to ask that question ever since he read the Mission command. However, bringing up such questions at the time would mean he was questioning authority. It had happened before. Mission commands were switched and the initial target had automatically become the executioner. He knew better. Now that he had achieved ninety percent of his mission objective and was now heading to the hotel, he felt it was safe enough to ask.

Besides, he and Sophia had developed a bond.

“Shina was compromised. He made contact with the other side. Four years ago we noticed his unusual distaste for Execution Missions. He rejected three execution missions, preferring Extraction Missions. He was the best Extractor the Corporation ever had and one of our best agents, so we really did not think anything of it. However, when he rejected the last mission to take out the Governor, the General had me look into him. So I planted Eva in his care. I knew he had a soft spot for her right from the first day he extracted her. He dotted on her and took her in his wings. So when I made him take up Eva as his protégé, he was more than happy to. What he did not know was that Eva had her instructions too. She was to spy on him and make him fall madly in love with her. However, she had to be subtle about it and make sure he was scared enough to tell her his true feelings. She passed in flying colors and delivered Shina to our hands. Are you still there Bravo?” Sophia said.

“Go on S.” Sean said.

He slowed down to 80km/hr. and kept to the right lane of the road.

“The Governor Mission was a very important one and we needed it to be very clean. Only a Super-Agent could perfectly execute it. Shina’s refusal to take it up only shined more doubt on his loyalty. The rest of the Super Agents were busy with other assignments, so no one else was available”

“Then you guys decided to hang the mission on my neck. What if I had flopped? What if I could not pull it off? The Super-Agents have 56 years’ experience combined. I had a meager two. You surely were betting on the wrong horse, weren’t you?” Sean interrupted.

“We took a huge risk. We had no choice. But deep inside, we had this confidence you could pull it off. You are the fastest risen agent ever in the Corporation’s hundred year history. That was the little hope we held on to.” Sophia replied.

“So after I had taken out the target, who the hell came up with the idea of torturing me?” Sean asked

“Actually, that was my idea. I needed you to be strong. Besides, I can’t have a weakling as my right hand man. I fell for you the first day I saw you, when I picked you up on that lonely path. Ever since then, all I wanted you to be is what you are now. Besides, is this not supposed to be about Shina?” Sophia asked.

Sean was passing through Ogere now. The once very busy road had now become isolated. During the day, scores of young lads would flock around the window, advertising different kinds of edibles. There was usually light traffic and cars moved at an agonizingly slow pace, coupled with the policemen who were conducting searches and checking vehicles.

Now, Sean just cruised through. No hindrance.

“What did he do exactly?” Sean asked.

“Shina became born again. He wanted out. He did not want a part of crime anymore. How that happened, I cannot tell. Eva intercepted one of his phone calls. He was watching football with friends and had left his phone in her room after one of his visits. A certain number had been calling him continuously. She picked his call, acting like she was his wife. It was the Superintendent of Police and he wanted them to meet at the usual place. Eva began to keep track on him and eventually had him bugged. We have six tapes of different meetings. He wanted to confess everything in exchange for protection and 100million USD. He even squealed out that something big was going to go down. He did not know what it was yet and was waiting for the information before he finally spilled his guts. That is why you had to take him out.” Sophia explained.

“Serves him right anyway. I have to go now. I’m already behind schedule. See you soon sweetheart.” Sean said.

“I’ll be waiting dear. Be safe.” Sophia said.

Sean waited a few seconds then said more audibly,

“Thank you Iris. Terminate Call.”

“Call terminated Agent Bravo. Anything else I can do?” The computer asked

Sean thought for a while.

“Iris, how long is it from my current location to Hotel Paradise at current speed and altitude?” Sean asked

“Processing Data… please wait.” Iris replied.

After thirty seconds, Iris replied

“Approximately forty five minutes, Agent Bravo.” Iris said.

“Thank you Iris. That would be all” Sean said.

“Have a safe trip sir.” Iris replied.

Sean shifted gear and increased his speed to 120km/hr. He wound down the window again and put off the air conditioning.

He just wanted to get everything over with.

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The General stood at the back of his house, rain pouring on him. He wore a long black mafia suit and gazed on the ground before him. His hands were behind him as he stood motionless, his dark shades protecting his eyes from the drops of water that fell from the heavens. He did not shed a tear as he stood alone as he had done for three days now. He bent on one knee and dropped a single hibiscus flower on the tombstone.

On the tombstone the epitaph read:

“Here Lies The Remains of Tawo Marcus Kushim. Brother, Friend, Son.”

The General got up and took off his glasses. Not a single tear dropped from his eyes. His eyes were red. Fiery Red.

He walked to the head of the tombstone and kissed it gently. He smiled.

“You had it coming, didn’t you T?” He said to himself.

“But guess what? Our code still remains. An eye for an eye. An arm for an arm. A tear for a tear.”

The General walked away from the tombstone and moved towards the huge brick house.

As he opened the door, he turned and took one last look at where his son lay buried.

“A life for a life.” He said.

He entered the house, shutting the door behind him.

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Ambrose got to the Capital where he was ushered into a dimly lit office. He waited for a while before he was joined by a grim looking man with three tribal marks on each cheek. He got up to greet the man but the man waved him off, asking him to sit. He presented his special letter to the Head of the Presidential Security.

“I see that you come highly trained and recommended. Your statistics are really impressive. Why do you think we should bring you in?” The HOPS asked.

“It has always been my dream to serve my country in a special capacity. I only want to help my country in the way my talents can be fully utilized. What better opportunity than to be in the Special Presidential Protection Squad? None sir.” Ambrose replied.

“Have you been interviewed?” The HOPS asked

“Yes I have sir. I have been interviewed in archery, sniper shots, hand to hand combat, gun slinging and infiltration.” Ambrose replied

“How long did that take?” the HOPS asked

“Four hours sir.” Ambrose replied.

“Are you sure you went through all the prerequisite interview drills?” the HOPS asked amazed.

“I did everything that was presented to me sir.” Ambrose replied.

Just then his computer beeped informing him he had an email.

“Your interview results just came in. You were in the 99th percentile in all drills. Really Impressive. How soon can you resume?” The HOPS asked.

“In a week’s time sir. I would want to clear with my family back in Lagos sir.” Ambrose replied.

“Alright then. When you are in the Capitol, call me directly. Congratulations Peter.” The HOPS said and gave his mobile number.

“Thank you very much sir.” Ambrose replied.

They shook ends and Ambrose left the office.

As he prepared to board a plane to Lagos, he sent an email to Sophia.

“I’m done.”

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I am so sorry for my absence. Please forgive me guys.
Love you all.

Would you guys believe me if I said I missed you? I really did.

Work was maaadddd on Monday. I was under the weather yesterday. Too much Kasapreko and Sallah meat. I'm still a little down.

Update coming soon.

Happy Sallah Everyone.

Love you and missed you.

Muah!

Apologies in advance...

An HP Proliant G8 server was just delivered and I have to configure it before I leave here to be used on Thursday at Ikoyi branch.

I am so pissed. Updates may not come tonight.

I'm sorry.

But you never know, it still might.

Luv you loads!

My people.

How una dey?

I have been out of town o. Make una no vex for me. I see all your comments. What better kind of fans can I ever ask for? You guys are the best.

This series is gonna end soon. This week, the Ghosts Corporation embark on their final operation. It is Mission Impossible:

TAKE OUT THE PRESIDENT

You want to know how it goes down? Stick Around.

Action resumes at 8pm.

Still, I write.

Done @Mazi

The storm foretold - Ms_fibre
Content:- 8
Organization:- 7
Illustration:- 9
Total=» 24
Night Visitor - Royver
Content:- 9.5
Organization:- 10
Illustration:- 10
Total=» 29.5
The death I forged myself- Oma4u
Content:- 6
Organization:- 6.5
Illustration:- 7
Total=» 19.5
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Content: 9
Organization:- 9
Illustration: 9
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Content:- 7
Organization:- 7
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Wow guys.

And the comments keep coming.

I been wan say make I update today o, but I left my laptop charger in the office. If I get a charger, I will update tomorrow. But if I don't, it will have to be monday.
I think I may have to start updating on weekends. Your hunger is affecting me too.

Coming soon after An Evening With Eva:

The Complete Assassin
The Chase.

Watch out.

Please endeavor to cast your votes at the Award Section.

Love you guys.

Wow! Two pages of comments and counting!!!

What more can a writer on NL ask for? Una too mussshhhh I swear!

Anyways, spoiler alert!!!!


Someone is gonna die tonight!

Who will it be?

Action resumes @ 8pm.

Love you all.

360prince: . Eyeneka how is everything. Nice quote.

Mme ba na fon nagha.

Afo? Song idem o.

MedKen: Undoubtably the undisputable best........1000 gun salutes.......iwu nwanne di na mba







jisike n'olu.....hope u grab it!!!

Thanks bro.

Frank, you are good. Very good. In fact, I have very few writers I respect on NL and you are one of them.

However, don't let the Awards Thread dampen your emotions or your zeal. Write because it is your passion. Write because it is your calling. Write for your fans. Write because you love it.

I have been postponing reading this work because I don't want it to influence my writing but from your other works, I can tell you, you are magnificent.

Just keep doing what you are doing.

One love bro.

Thanks guys.

@kingphillip, Someone (or should I make it some people sef) would die @ 8pm. I will squeeze out time today to write.

Luv you all.

Back to work.

You can only run run run
Run run run
Pass KaY Em JAy
When you run maaaaad

Terry G dey give me inspiration this morning.

Currently in the Bus and about to type the update for 9am.

Thanks for the messages y'all.

Good Morning guys.

Still, I write.

Omo, una good evening o.

I had a MAD day! I just got home. My phones have been off.

I haven't eaten a meal today. Now, I have a banging headache, no thanks to Third Mainland Traffic.

Please I'm gonna update tonyts story @ 9am tomorrow.

I'm sorry for the delay. Pls understand.

Thank you.

Good Morning wonderful fans,

I always have a smile on my face when I see how much love you shower on me. You guys rock!!!

SPOILER ALERT
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Some one is going to die today.

Who will it be?




Love you all.

Have a beautiful midweek my people.

Action resumes at 8pm

Muah!!!!

@Mazi, brother from another mother. I see you!!!

Na the same thing them do you dem dey do me sooo.


Few minutes more!!!!

Are YOU ready?

Shuga jay: @Kay, niceeeeeee work... U re a born STAR indeed... Ur captivating story gat me glued 2 my screen n finally, I'm done.. U re indeed gewd.. I'm deeply sorry cos I see d MOD z tryn 2 make fins difficult 4 u.. U'll surely scale tru...


#TeamKay#..

Thanks dearie.

Funny enough, out of all of the contestants wey advertise, na only me he see.

Isn't that suspicious?

If you can't understand how someone is so good, you ask. He'll gladly show you the way.

@foxy, @kslib and others, I see you.


I just visited the voting thread and then I understood why he was so scared. You guys showed me so much love I was actually blushing!

Jeez! You guys are TEN MUCH!!!

Tuaale jor!!!

Abeg my people, action continues @ 8pm o jare.

Miss it not!