D9ty7:

Well, to answer your question. The glasses were up actually.

Good answer , thump up dude ...

Sly ??
I can't believe dis........... I just can't

adewealth027:
Sly ??
I can't believe dis........... I just can't

then, u must be a doubting Thomas (no offence o)

If there's any specie that roars then it could be lion. Slyvester is about taking enough for the owners to see, is he going through the tunnel to capture adventure or to kill haykm or for a detective purpose? Cos i could'nt pinpoint the benefit of suffering ngozi on perusing mr ayo okorie's house.

who would have thought Sly is the mole.
too bad he didn't love his wife and allowed her to be sacrified...you killed ur second-half and unborn child.
and now, u are standing on the fence, u are neither with Khal corp nor with the police force
na thunder go piece u from dat fence wey u stand.

How is clement doing? just curious

Ngo dearie..becareful with this Sly guy b4 he sacrifices u like he did his wife

welcome back D9ty7...
the journey so far has been splendid, smooth, entertaining, informative and action-packed
can't wait to read the last chapter
*kisses*

i had the feeling from the start that it was sly,especially when he was made to be leader over clement,bt started doubting later as the story went on thinking it was tobi,i'm not totally surprised its him sha.
no sinner will go unpunished.

Good job Boss.

Unna well done.

ajaxtea:
Onemansquad, Techno4life, Bluestarry, Stuff46 please guys go grab your Guns lets go look for D9ty7, he doesn't go offline like this without a notice.. *** hope he is shaa alrite where he is ***

Adewealth027, please go gather all the ladies on this thread make you look for D9ty7...

No try that kind rough play here.
oga d no need to be searched for with rifle
btw this is new year, dont involve me with sin

This guy life called sly life don spoil o........Hw can you kill your wife??.........well, can't just wait for everything to end......oga D9y7 you get mouth jare....fire on

I‘m nt really surprise as sly been d mole too much skeletons in his cupboard

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX- THE FINAL BATTLE.
Just as Sylvester took off to escape from whatever danger could be lurking around, Ngozi did not move.
"What's the matter?" He asked.
"Do you think that thing." She said turning her head in such a way that even a kid would know that she was referring to the roaring sound. "Is a lion?" She asked.
"I don't think a lion could be kept in an underground such as this. But chances of it not being a lion is as high as the chances of it not being a lion. But what is it?" Sylvester replied.
"I don't know, but it sounded more like a man." She replied.
This time, the sound was getting closer and Sylvester was moving backwards with Ngozi holding his arms tightly.
"That's impossible, a man cannot roar. I have never heard of it, maybe." Sylvester began and paused weighing his words.
"A zombie?" Ngozi asked, more like an addition rather than a question.
The sound was covering more distance towards them as they covered more distance backwards still chatting, but not planning to run because they felt running may spell doom for them.
"What do you suggest we do?" Sylvester asked already considering and exit from the underground which ever ways.
"Lets hang around, maybe we could see what was producing the sound." Ngozi replied, uncertainty evident in her voice, but all the same she doesn't want to sound as weak as her partner.
"The other cave would be a nice place to do that." Sylvester said and at once turned back as he fled out of the tunnel.
"Wait up sly." Ngozi called as she ran after him, glancing back as she did so.
Just when she was loosing her mind, brain and breathe all because the monster was seemed to be running after them too and since she was the one behind, she was at greater risk. Just when she wanted to give up and pass out, a stong hand gripped her and pulled her into what looked like another tunnel.
"Sorry dear." Sylvester said as he lowered her to the ground to sit her chest going up and down abnormally.
Sylvester motioned her to keep quiet as they listened to the footsteps of the monster which now audible enough that they could hear it.
"What's it?" Ngozi asked silently.
Sylvester didn't reply, as he placed his ear against the rocky wall of the cave listening.
"It has stopped moving." He replied silently.
Then they could hear whatever was standing at the other side sniffing so loud probably trying to percieve and odour.
"Why is it sniffing?" Ngozi asked, this time she had stood up and standing behind Sylvester.
"Did you wear a perfume?" Sylvester asked.
The question did not only throw her off blance because she wasn't expecting such question, she was suprised too. She nodded her head in affirmation.
"Remove your shirt and give it to me." He said.
Ngozi almost slapped him for making such request. If at all he wanted to steal a glance at her boobs, he should be man enough to rip off her shirt himself, and moreso, not in this period will she allow a man get pleasured through her body.
"The scent is strong and it could detect our hide out." He explained without looking back.
Ngozi carefully unbottoned the two buttons atop of her police t-shirt and at the same time Sylvester was removing his shirt. He handed it to him.
"Wear this." He said thrusting his shirt backwards.
And immediately, Sylvester threw the t-shirt a little bit forward to bring the monster out. He wasn't disappointed as the monster started moving once again and in what seemed like eternity, the figure came into view.
"Oh my God." Ngozi had screamed her lungs out and immediately, the monster turned to face them and was dragging its feet towards them.
Sylvester was cursing Ngozi as the monster inched closer.

--to be continued--

Waoh...! "fct" tinz... Baba... Gawd noni...! "(siqn of qood tin diz week... *dancinq sekem...*...)
lemme... Read d hot update charp...! Charp...!

Yiiiipeeeeee...! Jux as i predicted,
I know dat oqa "sly" lah d mole,
Anyway judqinq... From d animal dat roar in d tunnel... I tnk it shud be "beast" or "lion" or it may even be qorrila, Wild bulldoq... Etc... (lol...)


anyway oqa d9ty7... I dey hail oooo...! God bless!

Hey guys, in the next update that I will drop, it might not look real but as I said earlier, the story is purely my own imagination. So I kind of imagined soemthing like this happening.
Don't crucify me if you find it not possible, but in d9ty7's world it is possible.

D9ty7 sef ehn


Come continue joor
So this story go soon end

Was it a lion
Zombie
Or that soja wey no come back

Drop am fast

--continuation--
Sylvester was still visibly shaken as he led a medical team back into the underground and towards the tunnel where the dead monster lay dead.
The dead monster was no other person that Leiutenant James who didn't return after he was asked to spy into the dark tunnel a month ago when Clement led a team of police officers and soldiers into the underground. James over the week had grown longer nails and from the look of things, he had been feeding on human flesh, no wonder the dead bodies they met on their way into the underground were not always in whole.
From the doctor's explanation, she claimed that there is every possibility that James had consumed a harmful gas, or chemical liquid. The doctor even though not sure said that the first time human beings behaved abnormally like Sylvester and Ngozi explained that James behaved before he was shot was in North Carlifonia, about a century ago. The doctor claimed that, miners inhaled a harmful chemical from inside the earth and emerged after many months of futile search for them. The miners still wore their uniforms and spread accross the street biting people off and spreading the virus. The doctor explained that the scene according to history with pictures to back was just similar to the emergence of Zombie apocalypse, many centuries ago. Even though Sylvester was not convinced, but he was tempted to be convinced because the doctor's explanation seemed true a bit, but he couldn't understand how the consumption of a gas or chemical could turn one into a zombie.
He was tempted to be convinced because sometimes ago, he was listening to a programme on radio and the issue being discussed were 'world weird news.' He remembered the programme anchor said something like a girl who was suffering from asthma was injected with a drug that will stop her from having crisis, even though every sane person knows it is impossible to cure Asthma, for the records, no one has ever being cured of Asthma. But white doctors will always want to use every patient admitted in their hospitals as specimen for practicals. The injection in turn cured the young lady of Asthma, but she ended up having a nameless disease which has never been recorded anywhere in the world. The sweat pores on the lady's skin instead of producing hairs, produced nails. Meaning, in every pore on her skin, there is a nail growing out of it. You can imagine how scary that one is.
Sylvester concluded that if a curative injection could do as much damage as that of the young lady, then a deadly chemical or gas could do more to turn one into a zombie.
"Doctor, what are you trying to do?" Sylvester asked.
"We are taking him with us." The lady replied.
Sylvester just wanted to remove his gun and shoot the young lady in front of him.
"Take who with you?" Sylvester asked to be sure that his ears are not playing tricks on him.
"We are taking him with us for further test on the real cause of his deformation." The lady explained.
Sylvester slowly inched backwards in fear.
"That means, I am no longer needed here. Or am I?" Sylvester asked.
"Not really, unless you want to help us in lifting him up." The lady replied.
This time they had turned James into a very big bag which was in turn sealed with only God knows what.
"count me out please." Sylvester said and everyone else in the tunnel bursted into laughter.
"So, we'll be sanitizing this place in a bit and by tomorrow, you should be able to walk through here without masks or anything." The lady explained.
"That means I can't remove my mask now?" Sylvester asked.
"Its dangerous if you do. And if you'll please lead the way out of here."
Together with the medical team and James bagged up body, they filed out of the underground where Ngozi was still lying lifeless.
"How far?" Sylvester asked squatting beside her after he had removed his mask and the polythene overall he was wearing.
"She will come around very soon, still sleeping." The man attending to her replied.
Ngozi had fainted when James stretched his hands towards Sylvester in an horrific manner, blood dripping from his mouth, his fingernails long and dirty. She didn't bother to see how Sylvester shot James or how he fell down and died.

--to be continued--

bossricky:
There's nothing suprising about sly being the mole

he's not a naija police officer,that alone puts a question mark on his loyalty

then about electing for his wife to be killed,if you guys remember earlier in d story,when he was avoiding discussions about wives,cos his own wife was insubordinate or something like that remember?
Sir d9ty7 i looove this story mahn
Thanks for ending my contract with boredom

I must commend you. You really followed this story and I am impressed.
You won't believe that I have forgotten that Sylvester once ignored discussing about his wife. That would be at the hospital when he went to check on Clement alongside Sergeant Mike and late Sergeant Charles.

chai...who wan come die again oo

nice update oga D....
Last chapter finally

More

v

yeeeeeee

so scaryyyyy!!!!
*now running to hide under the bed*

oga d wah bout clement

--continuation--
The time was 9pm and Clement has been trying his best to keep his identity hidden amidst the dozens of soldiers who guarded his father. One thing about them is that, they are not the men of the Nigerian army, but they were dressed in the regular khaki worn by Nigerian soldiers.
One thing Clement noticed was that these men didn't speak much in English and from what he noticed, they didn't refer to themselves by their names, but the word 'amigo' which meant friend in spanish.
Clement had taken his time over the night to know how things are being down and he had known quite a lot of things, the soldiers are all men of different ethnicity and by their intonation you'll know them. Even though the dominant race is the Fulani while a few Yorubas were there, about three or four including himself were from the east, south east and south south. There were also men from neighbouring country, there was a man who was from Libya, from his khaki, one would know, it had the flag of Libya on it and as the man patrolled the gate, Clement could hear him mutter something that looked like, "Allah bless Ghadaffi."
Clement saw this as a whole new adventure that place him in the hands of death. So many challenges he encountered was the issue of falling asleep at intervals throughout the night. It wasn't his thing to stay awake all night and even if it was his thing, it simply wasn't his thing to be on his feet walking around the compound over night in an area where tse tse fly was rampant and other insects.
He was amost spotted to be an enemy when at some point, one of the men came around and asked him a question, Clement almost blurted out that he was a police but realising that his sleepy brain almost landed him into trouble, he quickly replied the man in english incorporated with Igbo.
In the next few hours, he would be celebrating his first twenty four hours in the compound. He had planned that his stay in the copound won't last more than three hours, he discovered that Chief Obi Patrick was at arms length, but he realised that he dare not make the move to arrest his father unless his security details are somewhere sleeping which is impossible. Also, the best time to strik was when the men were preparing their meal which is always roasted meat, but at least about five of those men would still be with Chief Obi Patrick inside the house while all other prepare the meal.
He sure needed and outside help before he could make a major move.
He thought as he walked towards the back of the house silently and removed a phone he had seen lying on the floor and sent a message to the first number that came to his head, Sylvester. Notifying him of the latest development.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Mike was being led to a waiting van outside the khal corp building with about five men behind him alone. The most suprising thing about the set up was the fact that, his hands were not cuffed or put into any bondage or restriction. He could move freely and therefore, he knew he stood a great chance of escape, because immediately he enters the van, there would be no escape means for him anymore and he can't risk himself being taken to Freetown in Serial leone.
"Wait up everybody. The greatest Abdul Maleek is coming out in a moment." Immediately, everyone stopped moving as if they were observing a minute silence for the dead or rendering the National anthem. Mike was forced to stop in his tracks and just then, Abdul Maleek walked out of the building with at least twenty five men flanking him all around. Danger-Kelv and Hakym led the entourage while Mr Ayo Okorie walked on Maleek's right side and a woman whome Mike had never seen and judging from the suprised look on everybody's face, they had never seen her before flanked Maleek on the left.
Just a few metres to the Limo which stood doors opened behind the van which was expected to transport Mike, Abdul Maleek removed his mask for the first time and his men saw what he really looked like with gasps of suprise and smiles all over their face.
A young man from within the entourage moved closer to Maleek and whispered something to him.
"What? Clement inside Chief Obi Patrick's residence? So who do we have here?" He asked angrily.
"Where is Danger-kelv?" Meleek barked, but Kelvinwas nowhere to be found.
Mike siezed that opportunity to hit the two men who stood beside him, collected one of their gun and did the unexpected, shot straight at Maleek. Immediately, bullets were rained on him but he had miraculously used the vehicles as cover and he was out of the gate at once.
He wasn't sure if his bullet hit Maleek, but he had a feeling, it his him. His vision was getting blurred, then a sharp pain hit him.
He had been shot in the thighs.

--to be continued--

Wow!!

D9ty7 just let it rain

D9ty7 weldone ooo, whr have u been now? We(I) missing u so much!!!! Eyah ngozi pls wake up oo, as 4 Sylvester he will still meet his doomed!! Wicked man *Crying* he just wasted his beautiful wife n d unborn baby. I need a bucket pls!!!*Crying* *sniffing*

They called each other amigo
And amigos(f) is viewing the thread
Abeg she must comment

dat foolish Sylvester has told dem dat clement sent him a message..foolish boy.. d9ty7, abeg continue

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hmmm.. m short of words...bt one thing i know...d9ty7 u are nt one of the best, but u ar better than the best.

The story is going the way I expected. Welldone D9ty7

Wow, nice one D9ty7. Your work inspires me.

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