Welcome back, Soul. Thanks for the updates.

Glad you're good.

Thanks for the update bro.

I've so waited for this.

Y'all know how i'm feeling? Like i just finished eating my favourite meal.

Welcome back Soul. Thanks for the updates.

Welcome back soul.


And thanks for killing rex his just been one lucky bastard.

Hardes:
Welcome back soul.



And thanks for killing rex his just been one lucky bastard.

are you sure he is dead?
Abi you don forget say first minister send sombody to save them?

Abi nah the third tittle make you think so?

Souloho is that all ? Oliver twist asks for more

Welcome back Souloho19
Tonye should just scatter the minister's brain on the bed, pls Rex can't die just like that. I'm saddened that Bigelow is dead even though he sacrificed himself to save the rest

do4luv14:



are you sure he is dead?
Abi you don forget say first minister send sombody to save them?

Abi nah the third tittle make you think so?

If he doesn't die now na to carry ancestral sit give am o.

Hardes:
If he doesn't die now na to carry ancestral sit give am o.

lolzz make we see as e dey go naw

finally... Oga soul don com back o. chai soul biko don't kill my Rex o abi u no know say actor no dey die for film?? and pls how is Andy?

Blesstar:
finally... Oga soul don com back o. chai soul biko don't kill my Rex o abi u no know say actor no dey die for film?? and pls how is Andy?

No worry yasef, rex na cat, he's got nine lives. Kikiki

soul well done

Tnx for the update, nice work

Just find a way to resurrect Rex please. He should not die.
Thanks for the update though

Oga Souloho, please come and give us food o!

We're starving, in fact you should be feeding us back to back because we don lean finish from starvation

Thanks Soul for the update

Please don't let Rex and Andy die

And finally he is back! Welcome boss...thanks for the update...We the entire family missed you...Waiting patiently for the last update.

Finally. Welcome boss and thanks for the update

Yaaaay!!!!!soul baba is back. I'm so happy. I was determined to wait even till next year.
But Rex. Please, please, and please. I know you understand.

Thanks for the update.

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The news stations were all running the story of the letter bomb which had gone off hours earlier in the Apapa general hospital. Some stations reported, people had been gravely wounded and others reported there were no casualities.

In actuality, the young man who had opened the letter bomb had part of his face blown off for his trouble. He died half an hour later as a result of the grave injuries.
However, the intended target was still recovering in the inner room. And when Jimoh detonated the bomb, the tremor forced his eyes open, as the EKG in the corner went through fluctuations for a brief period.

Andy stared at the ceiling, scenes of last night played in his mind; working on the news paper report with Helen, then having the quick snack of peanut butter sandwich on the kitchen floor, after which they spent time talking about themselves, goals, drems and family. And finally, making love with the fiery reporter. He had fallen for her in such a short time, was that even possible? And by the way....where was she? He moved his head, scanning the room. It was a private room and vaguely farmiliar...in fact he had a nauseating feeling he had been exactly in this position before....maybe when the shadow had shot him.

Why wasn't anybody here with him. Where was Rex, Bami Tonye? Helen?

"Helen..." He managed to whisper, his lips were patched and his throat dry. He had difficulty talking and gave up.

A telenova was showing on the TV in the corner and he watched for some seconds, as a man sporting a bushy mustache, tore open the outer garment of a younger woman. Who gasped in shock and slapped him, trying desperately to hold on to her dress. And then suddenly she abandons the cloth and grabs the man, and they indulge in a steamy kiss.

Looking at the video with an eyebrow raised in amusement, Andy suddenly gave a short start and subconsciously sat up. He had just remembered the bomb blast.

Him and Helen.

She had been behind the wheel....inside the car, he had been standing a little away, waving as she began to reverse.

Oh good God....Helen!
He lay back down slowly, staring at the ceiling, a tear rolled down his eyes, but because of his horizontal position, trickled down his ear, causing irritation. He couldn't itch it if he wanted.

Every woman he seemed to fall in love with always suffered horrid deaths, at least two had. How many times did a man get to love in a lifetime for God's sake?

Maybe he was cursed or something.

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Benue
(Omirida's residence)

Meanwhile Alli was outside, trying his best to pacify his friend, Jimmy who still seemed surprised with the visit.

"Alli what happened?...this is no random visit, not at this time." He looked through the window, into the parlour where the family were seated...or more aptly, clustered. His eyes settled on the woman in the wheel chair. She looked like she had gone through a lot, the knee casts implied that, her eyes implied that, her whole demeanor implied that.

Most of the children were asleep, carried by the adults. Martha and his wife were close friends also, at first as a result of the tight bond their husbands shared but now they had basically been best friends for the better part of two decades. The two women carried two little girls, who were fast asleep. Then a much younger woman he didn't know carried one of the twin boys, Utebo carried the other. There was yet another strange young man, beside the Utebo's husband the major, who carried the last twin.

Jimmy glared at Alli, "you guys are ten! ten!"

His recent survey had also been a census.

Alli rolled his eyes, "Jim relax we have other things to talk about...I heard the fight season will soon start, are you getting a ram?" Alli knew how to push the right buttons when it came to his friend. He no longer contested in the ram fights, not since the days of Rambo(of blessed memory)...about 2 years ago.

His friend still looked worried but his voice grew excited. "I plan to go to uptown market to buy one by weekend. But Simon says he has one available, from Lagos, former Champion in 2014."

"Hmm...that one na veteran oh." Alli said with a half laugh

Jimmy chuckled but Alli noticed he still glanced through the window.

"Jim, you're my closest friend and that's my family in there. We're in some kind of fix at the moment and you should know how I feel moving my family to someone's house in the middle of the night...don't make it worse for me."

His friend looked a little surprised. "Haba, it's not that...I'm here thinking if I can still catch Kingston Jo to buy food for everyone because if Nanama starts cooking now it may be too late to eat when she finishes.

Alli waved the suggestion away. "We're not hungry at all...we had dinner first, and you see those children? Till tomorrow morning before their eyes would open. They're done for the night."

"Tooh...in that case no problem. I have already eaten since 6 because of the drugs."

Alli nodded slowly, "how are you feeling?"

His friend lowered his gaze, "Nwokem, let's go inside and talk about better things."


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Lagos


There was an emergency meeting at Brota headquarters. It was difficult to tell if there was going to be a second attack, so they had driven all the trucks, pickup vans, and private cars, forming a sort of barricade against the damaged main entrance.

Sparrow had remained outside, to parade the grounds and lookout, in case they had any unexpected guests. This time he was armed to the teeth with a wicked looking assault rifle. No matter how fast and sleek one was, you couldn't outrun or dodge a bullet. He had learnt this the hard way and still had the pain in the gut to show for it. His shirt had been ripped by Bami, during the frantic effort to save him and now he wore a navy blue polo shirt with the words; Brota Security Consultant in block letters on the chest and back.

Inside the building, in a slightly bigger than average room called Hall 1, the surviving members of the attack held their emergency meeting. Dagnet, Ada, Beatrice and Short Sam.

Bami had gone down to the weapons room and brought out the big guns. A collection of hand pistols, sub machine guns and assault rifles, rpgs, flash bombs, grenades...

He decorated the gadgets on the Formica table in the center. A subconscious gesture to instill confidence in himself and the shaken individuals in the room.

Short Sam's wife was out with her son in the pantry. The boy was ravenous and eating a late night snack and his mother was not letting him out of her sight for a second. She was still jittery and terrified at how close they had come to loosing their lives.

Short Sam himself had just re-entered the meeting room, having gone to check on his wife and son, for the fifth time in ten minutes.

"How're they?" Dagnet asked

"They're fine.. Junior's still eating."

"That's encouraging."

There was a short silence and finally Bami cleared his throat. "Ok, I called this meeting cos we need to plan our next action...I don't think it's wise to continue staying here. But then again, we have nowhere to go...we can't go home cos there's every possibility our homes are being targeted. That's why the best option we may have is to bunk here for a night. We have a secure bunker panic room, which is bomb proof and comfortably stocked. We can wait out the storm in there..."

"I don't think it's fair and safe to leave Sparrow all alone outside while the rest of us bunk down till morning." Dagnet interrupted.

"No one needs to stay outside...we have surveillance systems in the panic room, we activate the cameras and alarm system once more and keep watch from in there. That way if anyone shows up we can strategize properly on the best way to neutralize the threat."

S.s nodded, "I think that's the best we should do...what about the bodies?"

"They remain in the van where we piled them.. tomorrow I'll drive it myself to dispose or maybe straight to the mortuary."

"I mean...I meant ours....our people?" He shivered.

"Body not bodies..." Dagnet whispered softly. The haunted look was back in her eyes again. Bigelow blowing himself up would never leave her memory.

"Yes...Buzz..I'll reach out to his next of kin...he has an elder brother who was a guarantor in his application I think....so sad, their sacrifice will never be in vain."

"It's easier to talk and form hard but we both know the truth..you guys are cowards. And if you hadn't messed up the sarin gas plan two years ago, at least 60% of the hole would have been wiped out. Making it easier to end them completely. But instead hero Rex saves the day and smiles sheepishly as they hand him awards after awards...enjoying the recognition, not knowing he's being patted on the back, like a kid who has done good!" Beatrice spat the words at Bami, each syllable dripping with bitterness.

He stared at her, imagining taking the sawed off shortgun from the table and shooting her in her venomous mouth.

Beside her, Ada remained silent. Arms crossed and not really looking at anyone.

Bami stared Beatrice in the eyes and said, "don't think this is over...your're still going to pay for what you did to Olivoa. And thanks for reminding me to call Rex. I need to update him on the latest developments."

Beatrice just glared at him, at a loss for words.

Bami fought the urge for a cigarette and dialed his friend. He hadn't smoked since he got married, one of the habits he had to give up because Tonye was really anti-smoke. Lung cancer had killed her father so even the mere thought felt like betrayal.

He frowned. "Rex isn't picking....lemme try again."

After three more tries and no response, he called his wife instead. They were supposed to be together after all.

She picked after what felt like forever. "Hello.."

He immediately noticed something was wrong....her voice....she sounded like she had been crying.

"Tonye....baby what's wrong? What happened? Are you okay?"

"Yes...I'm okay ...it's Rex.. "

"Rex....what happened to Rex?"

".....he's dead.."


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In kirikiri maximum prison, the man had spent hours patrolling round his small villa-like cell. He had gone through every emotion available. He had shouted, he had cried, he had wailed, pleaded and hoped. On his knees as he prayed to his god. Fervently, with the phone pressed to his ear.

But sir Holly had told him, his voice strained but clear, raspy and annoying....no not annoying....his voice had a way of tingling with one's ear drums, and drifting through the mind like smoke...it was invasive and unsettling.

You never relaxed when you spoke to Sir Holly, you were constantly on your toes.

"Look, look, Amunike... You were my heir, the future of the hole but you turned out to be such a disappointment. You were the one meant to take over....you were meant to be the first minister...but you were so stupid you couldn't see the bigger picture...instead you were running around with your wife...acting like some kind of infallible syndicate..." the voice faded off and there was a hard spitting noise.

"You betrayed the hole, and yet you're begging me to spare your family? You should have been killed long ago, but I showed you mercy...one of the few times in my long cursed unending life I've shown mercy and this is what happens. The sacred list of the brotherhood handed on a platter to the enemy! No not enemy...you see how you rubbish me, making me refer to small weights as the enemy? I can't show mercy twice. It isn't possible.

The time is up, but you have to know first, your daughter's dead. Your son's dead, your whole family is dead...wherever Emenike thinks he can hide he can't, your precious Ada is missing she'll never be found but be rest assured your wife will receive a body part in prison this week..and I won't be surprised if she dies from shock...and your little boy in Netherlands studying to be a doctor..."

His voice faded again but this time there was no spit. The venom was gone now, and there was almost emotion. "That's enough....right now you're going to end the call and take a nap. Save me a plate when you get to hell, bye son."

Dial tone.

After which, the warder had taken the phone and looked at him with pity eyes, as if to say...'I'll miss you sir' and he turned and left but didn't shut the gate.

Less than a minute later, the priest was there. Well, not really a priest, but he was dressed like one, but instead of a Bible he held a shinny silenced Brownning in his gloved hands. This was no priest, this was death.

"Please let me make a call first, I have to make a call...." The Chief pleaded.

The killer obviously knew him....had probably taken orders from him some point in the past and now he nodded slightly.

Chief Amunike...removed a smaller phone from the drawer and made a call.

He gave a huge sigh of relief after hearing something on the other end. "Oh thank you...thank you so much...I'll like to speak to her...she won't?...okay." He ended the call and heaved almost peacefully.

His Adagbeke was still alive. The center of his whole universe. Bami had said she was in shock and wouldn't talk to him. He had been driving and was in a hurry to end the call but, Amunike was going to die with the knowledge that his daughter was fine.

Now he needed to make some other calls, for his children...and also in any way he could help Rex. They had saved his daughter and that was all that mattered. He was going to do all he could to help them, cause they were really in for it.

"Time's up." The priest announced

"Please just a minute for one call..." His heart began to race as he dialled a number from memory.

Two minutes later, he removed the Sim card and swallowed it, then climbed into bed, properly tucked himself in and took a nap.

When two bullets shattered his head, he didn't feel it...didn't know.

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The Omirida's had a lovely home. They lived alone in a 4 bedroom bungalow, as all their three children were out of the Country. Which was yet another reason they were so close to the Obasi's . Two old couples with children far away....there was a lot to bond over.

The children had been tucked in bed and Mrs Omirida had insisted on making tea so she had served the unexpected guests hot beverages or green tea...depending on preference. There was also cookies which they all devoured. Afterall they were unaware Alli no joy had done a mouthpiece job for the group earlier and passed on any dinner.

No one bothered to talk about the reason for the visit and they all thread around it, talking about other things, mostly politics.

Jimmy was a good host, and he and Alli told Paul, Kirsten and Clyde adventures from their younger days.
Utebo and Olivia had definitely heard it before and Olivia couldn't pretend to be alright and listen to anybody when she was yet to see her husband.

She signaled Utebo, trying to appear calm when she was filled with uneasiness and impatience. "please can I use your phone to call Rex? I've still not spoken to him."

" Ok....dad even said they spoke and exchanged texts some hours ago....but that's true where is Rex...he should be back by now..oh-oh"

"What is it?" If it was possible for someone sitting upright in a wheelchair to sit up, then that's what Utebo did.

"No...it's my phone...I think I left it at home."

"Oh..."

"Wait lemme ask my dad....Dad can I use your phone...I want to call Rex."

Alli broke off in mid sentence and dug into his pockets. He handed it to his daughter....looking round the room with a sudden strange expression on his face.

"What's the matter...?" Martha asked worriedly.

"I just hear a lot of sirens that's all....does anybody hear it?" He asked, looking at his son in law.

They all shook their head. Nope....no one could hear anything.

"Haha Al is this old age or what...?" His friend laughed at him and Alli shrugged but he still frowned.

Meanwhile, Utebo had tried dialing the number twice but it went straight to voicemail. Then she tried her own line but there was no answer.

She was in between dials, when the phone vibrated in her hands. The number calling wasn't saved and she glanced at her father before deciding to answer it.

"Hello..."

"Hello sir....hello ma....! Na pa Ayewa dey talk....your house dey burn! Your house dey on fire...everything Don dey burn reach roof!"

The voice sounded frantic and there was lots of commotion in the background....at first Utebo didn't understand what she was hearing. Then the key words; house, burn, fire, seemed to spark her brain.

"Oh my God!" She gasped and the phone fell from her hands.

Everyone in the parlour fell silent and looked at her.
It was like the phone was a time bomb, about to go off with whatever explosive news Utebo had just received. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for the blast.

It was Martha who said, for the umpteenth time that night, worriedly, "what's wrong."


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Back in Lagos


Bami didn't say anything for a long while then he coughed and said..."it's not possible...are you sure?....wait lemme find somewhere private and call you back." She heard him shuffle his feet and call to someone; "I'll be right back...I have to take this call outside..." He ended the call and Tonye thought she had heard Short Sam's voice, but she wasn't sure.

She was not even in the frame of mind to break the news that still felt surreal to her. Her mind right now was fixed on a goal, Revenge.

Creating a hole in the wall was no small task. There were lots of variables that come into play....hardware...drilling the wall? Or getting a sledgehammer and just knocking a fucking big hole into it (sorry for the cursing but Tonye was fucking pissed....fuming with anger and the need for revenge).

The scene back in serenity suites in what felt like a thousand years ago, had been smooth, almost too professional to be criminal. The hole had looked like it had been carved into a wall.

Andy had said something about a fancy kind of saw being used to cut holes into walls of not so thick diameter.

Then again there was the fact that the shadow...or fake shadow as it will turn out had been sedated....drugged out of his senses, as the autopsy had revealed.

The bastard in the next room wasn't drugged but he was quickly getting drunk and lousy. She could hear the murmur of his voice again so she went to the mini bar and retrieved another glass. This time she had her nerves in check, there wasn't anything he could say that would make her drop the glass again.

The first thing she heard however gave her an idea.

"Hello....yes...I said send another bottle upstairs..."

Her phone rang again but she silenced it and her automatic options tab came up...she pondered for a second and selected the option, 'cant talk now, busy'

Almost immediately came the reply, Are you okay? What do you need?"

I need to carve a hole in the wall... She typed....

If she knew her husband, he would know what she meant immediately. And he did, cause the phone vibrated once more. However she was caught up in the call the first minister was making.

"....yes....it's a disgrace but this one better be better...if not you know what I can do to your agency...that's right...yes in fact now you're talking...of course...hand cuffs, whips, masks and all..Batgirl mask is my requirements....I'm in room 479...no no no...minimum of 30 minutes if not I'm never patronizing your agency again...and the girl better be perfect, you know my taste, good!"

He ended the call as Tonye heard the knock....his drink had arrived.

She dropped the glass and sank in one of the chairs, rubbing the back of her neck which was aching her. She remembered Bami's message and unlocked her phone.

there's someone here who can help with that. Rem the Beatrice kidnapper lady? She's here. I'll text instructions from her..give me a min.

Tonye remembered the girl she had encountered earlier, who had been making away with the stolen Rolex. So, the first minister was into kinky stuffs and he had ordered another girl...30 minutes, he had said.

Tonye smiled wickedly, half an hour was too long for a plan, she had one already...and on cue, her phone lit up with an incoming message.


Tbc..

My people thanks for your comments...Jah bless you big time. The story just continues stretching but don't worry, the end is very near
Enjoy your weekend fam!

So Rex is really dead?please sir, resurrect him for us.

Thanks for the update Souloho
But why Rex?why?How would the hole go down without him? I'm feeling so sad right now.
Once again thanks for the update.The story is really,really nice. Keep up the good work.

souloho19:
My people thanks for your comments...Jah bless you big time. The story just continues stretching but don't worry, the end is very near
Enjoy your weekend fam!

Thank you.

Please continue stretching and bring back the good guys for us. I'd rather for Rex's father to die than any of the Brota's. They've really tried and would be nice if they all survived the storm

thanks for d update souloho. pls Rex should not die o. no forget say na him be d actor o. and pls Andy has suffered enough,d deaths are too much for him, except he is actually cursed.

RIP to the Chief Amunike of the world. The world is full of people like Chief Amunike. They lived every days of their lives hurting people and bring tears into innocent eyes. But once it's time for them to pay the price of all their evils, one can't help pitying them...
War is coming.
Ride on Oga souloho19.

nothing should happen to Rex pls, thanks souloho

Thanks man for the update...once again u got me glued...ua a genius exemplified...but wait why do I have the feeling that Rex ain't dead? To all of u mourning the death of Rex, have you forgotten the brain behind this trilogy? Souloho19, a man full of twists & turns, one capable of changing the direction in a split second. Eventhough am (Mynet11) the best at what I do (assassination), am no match for Rex.

Souloho19...REX CAN'T DIE!!!

Chai! this updates gimme orgasm....... well done Souloho19

This update just left me speechless�

Oga soul don come again with another suspense...


Nice work bro...i enjoyed dis update o. Though, my eyes were searching to see a place that wud state, "Rex has killed Mr. 11 with a perfect headshot"

But dis one weh house don dey burn like Nigerian properties for SA, hmmmm problem dey be dat o