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Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by izaray(f): 2:37pm On Jan 16, 2020
Treasure17:

izaray! Been a while. Happy New Year and how are you doing??
I wish u same, i'm good and u?

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Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Treasure17(m): 5:45pm On Jan 16, 2020
izaray:
I wish u same, i'm good and u?
Doing great as well.

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Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 5:26pm On Jan 17, 2020
Restless - Episode 74

® 18+ SNVL
© Oyinloye Oluwatosin Emmanuel

El Deols, Anthanna
17: 50PM

"Good evening Ma'am," Sheila's bodyguard greeted as he opened the door for her to get into the backseat.

She stepped in and settled down while he entered into the front seat.

"Wait," Sheila said as the engine of the car was turned on, she took out her phone and unlocked it. "Please, give me some minutes to make a call, I'm not sure I'll like to head home directly."

"I'll have to go with you anywhere you go today ma'am," the bodyguard said, staring at her face through the rearview mirror. "I wouldn't like a repeat of what happened yesterday."

Sheila hated it when he insisted on following her out but she knew her father always compelled him to do so.

"Hey Adrian," she said into the phone as soon as her call was answered.

"Hey," the voice answered softly from the other end. "Good evening Sheila."

"Good evening Adrian," she replied. "I'm about to leave work now and I was wondering if you are free this evening, we could have dinner together like we did yesterday."

There was silence from Adrian's end and it lasted longer than expected.

"Are you with me Adrian?" Sheila asked.

"Oh Yes! Sorry, Uhmm...I'm currently not around but I'll be getting back home in the next thirty minutes, won't that be too late to meet you?"

"Ermm..." Sheila eyebrows gathered together as she considered another option. "Why don't we meet at my place? I'll fix dinner for both of us."

"Oh! Nice, can I be there by seven o'clock?"

"Yea, that's a good time." Sheila answered and ended the call.

A picture of Henry flashed through her mind as she kept the phone in her bag. She remembered again how both of them used to sit at the backseat of the same vehicle and how she used to rest her held on his shoulders while he wrapped his strong arms around her.

She closed her eyes and shook her head. The encounter with Stanley the previous day had brought so much of Henry's memories back to her mind which she hated. Apart from that morning which she did not think of him, every moment she was alone in the office, he had always found a way to creep into her mind. She thought the best way to get rid of him in her heart totally was to give Adrian a chance.

___

Piel City, Bethanna.

"Stay close behind me and hold the guns firmly," Henry said to Wilson as he led him down the stairs. Wilson followed closely, holding the guns in both hands and pointing around to warn the men met as they walked down.

The men gathered together but gave way as they saw how Henry held Tanko's neck firmly under his armpit and had a gun pointed to his head.

"No jokes, step aside men." Henry warned the men continuously as he climbed down to the ground floor and proceeded out of the building. He advanced towards the main gate immediately, keeping an eye on the men who were gathering and following slowly.

The men looked visibly angry and ready to attack. They had different weapons with them except for guns but they could not come closer to them for the fear of Tanko being hurt or even killed.

"Take the car keys from my pocket and bring it closer to the entrance," Henry stopped as they climbed the pavement of the entrance hall. Wilson took the keys and hurried out unstopped.

Henry proceeded slowly after him, looking back and forth as he approached the gate. He looked back more as only one man was at the gate and the others were behind.

His eyes met with the bloodshot eyes of the man they had met while coming in, he could see that the man had sustained an injury on his shoulder from their encounter. He carefully unbolted the gate and stepped outside. He spotted Wilson already driving closer and he quickly moved with his hostage to enter the vehicle.

15 Minutes Later.

"Your men aren't coming after us, they seem to have another plan." Henry said to Tanko. They were both sitting at the backseat of the vehicle while Wilson was at the front driving. For the past ten minutes, Henry had the mouth of his gun kissing the side of Tanko's belly while he looked back from time to time to check if the men from the Piel Territory were coming after them.

Tanko gave no reply but sat quietly in the car with his eyes looking forward.

"Take the turn, and drive into the public garage." Henry said to Wilson, and turned to look back, hoping to confirm during the turn if no one was really following them.

Wilson did as he was told, he turned into the road by the left hand side and continued driving slowly, his eyes searching for the public garage. He located the sign board far away at the front and increased his speed until he got closer. Henry hid his gun behind Tanko as they got to the gate, he took out a currency note from his jacket and handed to the men at the gate. They gave them a pass and allowed them drive in.

"Where would you like us to park?" Wilson asked as he drove into the place.

"The indoor garage," Henry replied.

Wilson glanced back at him wondering why Henry would choose the indoor facility. He however obeyed and drove into the garage. There was a lot of space in it, compared to the open area.

"We'd park where that blue car is," Henry said, after noticing a car which had just parked beside a bus.

"Take out your gun and take care of Tanko, don't bother trying to see what I want to do, it could make Tanko take the gun from you." Henry warned in a light tone and opened the door even before Wilson brought the car to a halt. He quickly put on his face cap.

He stepped out and closed the door immediately Wilson parked beside the blue car. He turned around the car quickly to meet the car owner just stepping out of the blue car. Wilson turned back in the car, pointing his gun at Tanko. He was inquisitive about knowing what Henry planned to do, but he remembered the warning not to watch so he fixed his focus on Tanko.

"Hey man!" Henry hailed the man.

"Hey!" the man stared at the stranger, wondering why he was walking towards him hurriedly. Henry blocked the man in the space between the bus and the blue car.

"I need your car for something quick," Henry said pointing a gun at him.

The scared man put stretched his keys towards Henry immediately and put the second hand in the air.

Henry did not only take the key but pulled him by the wrist. He dragged the car owner with him back to their car and stopped behind the boot.

"Unlock the boot," he shouted in a loud voice to Wilson.

He opened the boot with after noticing Wilson unlock it.

"Get in!" he commanded the car owner. "And do not make a sound for the next five minutes."

Scared of losing his life, the car owner stepped into the boot quickly and watched as Henry closed him inside.

Henry got back into the backseat of the car. He took off his face cap and handed it to Wilson, he also gave him the car keys he collected from the car owner. "Put this on and step out of the car with your head bowed. Get into the driver's side of that car and get it started."

Wilson did as he was told.

"Get up!" Henry commanded Tanko as he opened the door. He stepped out first and Tanko stepped out after him. He turned with Tanko through the front of the car this time and spoke to Wilson while he directed Tanko to the back. "Open the boot."

He dragged Tanko to the back of the new car and opened the boot.

Tanko already moved to get in even before Henry spoke to him but Henry wanted more than getting in. He took out an handkerchief from his back pocket and covered Tanko's nose with it.

He held Tanko's body as he fell unconscious and got him into the car. He hurried quickly to the driver's side and ordered Wilson to moved to the passenger's seat.

As they drove out, he could hear the car owner locked in the other boot already making some noise and hitting the sides of the vehicle.

___

FOX Corporation Headquarters,
EPA Hill, Bexford.

"Why should the police officers pass through a route in the village that has no CCTV coverage," Steve blasted angrily in the open office where he was.

Over ten people had their seats and tables in the office and more than seven were currently sitting, working on their computers, all trying to get the CCTV coverage to locate the culprit who escaped.

"Keep your eyes on the live stream, we should be able to locate when he tries to get out of that environment." Steve ordered in a loud voice.

"Boss, over fifty police officers were sent to Fortune area to search for him." Evelyn said as she walked into the place.

"Damn! I just hope they can find him, the boss would be mad at us for this." Steve complained bitterly, without turning to look at Evelyn.

"The boss is mad already, he called the police commissioner. The officers who took him from here are in trouble." Evelyn replied as she got closer. She stopped beside a table where a man was sitting and working on a computer and bent to peep into his work.

"That guy is wise, I truly doubt if they would find him." Steve said.

"Boss, we should be optimistic about this. It would be difficult for him to escape fifty officers," Evelyn tried to encourage him.

"That's if he hasn't escaped already before the officers got there," Steve said as he turned to her. "Those fools have just messed things up."

He turned again and walked to table to check what a female officer had on the computer screen. he was still standing there when his phone began to ring, he checked the caller. It was Paul Edwards.

___

Benuit, Bethanna.

Elvis Kahn was sitting alone in the living room. He had a laptop in front of him and a mouse by the side. His finger was however on the down arrow button which he used in scrolling the webpage he was on. He held the mouse and switched to another tab after finishing on that webpage. He scrolled for some minutes on the new page before he opened a new tab. He typed in the URL - youngicee.com into the navigation tab and clicked on go. The homepage of the website loaded and he scrolled to the news section. He scrolled down slowly, reading the headlines of the news when a particular one caught his attention, the featured image of the article was Stan's picture and the headline read - Suspect shoots police officers on Transit and escapes.

He clicked on the news quickly and began to read as soon as it loaded. He picked his phone after patiently reading for close to two minutes.

"Hey Ario, did you get the news that Stan escaped from officers on transit?"

"Yes sir, I did and I just made arrangements for some men to go in search for him." the call receiver replied from the other end.

"Also make arrangements for your men to remain at the station, your station is the closest to the location and he would most likely come there for protection. Fifty police officers have been deployed to search for him." Kahn said.

"That would be done sir," the receiver answered.

"Good, make sure he doesn't get back into the hands of the police." Kahn said.

"Yeah, I would try all I can."

"Good."

Kahn ended the call and put his phone on the table. He thought of calling Hutton to inform him but he changed his mind. Hutton was on a very important trip and even though he was the strategist who always knew what to do in different situations, he deserved to be excluded from worrying about some things.

Kahn opened his contact list and began to scroll in search for people he could call to influence the police and stop them from carrying out an intensive search for Stan.
Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 7:13pm On Jan 20, 2020
Episode 74 contd

El Deols, Anthanna.
19:23PM

Adrian sat quietly on the dining table and watched as Sheila served the food on the table with the help of the maids. He was unusually silent that night.

He had on a black coloured cotton shirt tucked into grey trousers, with black cover shoes on his feet. His shirt was buttoned almost hallway down, slightly revealing his hairy chest. He looked cuter in his new haircut and new pattern of beards, but he looked less confident that night.

"The aroma is breath taking," he tried to fake a smile as Sheila sat directly opposite him.

Sheila smiled in reply. "I hope you would enjoy it."

He picked up his cutlery and smiled again at the sweet smelling flavour Bobotie dish. "I'll surely enjoy this," he said before he started to eat.

The elements in his stomach danced and cried out for more as he made the first chew, the food was as delicious as he expected.

"Did you prepare this yourself?" he had to ask as he couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Yeah, I've not cooked in a while, so I'm not sure if I did it perfectly." She replied.

"This is more than perfect Sheila," Adrian smiled. The smile came from his heart this time.

"Thanks baby," Sheila replied.

Her reply got Adrian so surprised that he paused the chewing in his mouth and stared at her face. She kept eating without noticing he was staring at her. He took his eyes off her and continued chewing before she looked up.

She had just called him "baby" which she had never done before. Adrian did not know what to think. Just the day before, she had warned him to keep a distance and the next day she was trying to endear him to her again. He felt so confused that he almost lost interest in the food, but he chose not to spoil the moment and continued eating quietly.

They finished the meal in ten minutes and the maid helped in clearing off the plates from the table.

"Can we move to the living room?" Sheila asked Adrian.

"Oh Yes!" he said and picked his phone from the table immediately. He got up after her and she step aside to let him walk past her.

He made himself comfortable on the three seater sofa while she went to turn on the television and pick the remote control. She joined him on the same sofa, at the other edge.

Adrian wanted badly to discuss with her immediately but he decided to wait for her to set and fix a channel on the television first. He feasted his eyes on her body while he waited. Her legs were crossed and arms rested on the left armrest of the sofa, her short blue gown revealed her hot thighs in her sitting position. He could not but admit in his mind that she was not just beautiful with a perfect figure eight shape but she also had a sexy body which was difficult to resist. He however swallowed in his lust with a huge drag of breath and managed to take his eyes off her body.

She rested her back after selecting a music station and turned to face him.

"So, how did your day go?" she asked.

He took his eyes off the TV to her face. "Work was great today and the day couldn't have ended better with the delicious meal you prepared."

Sheila eyes closed briefly as she smiled, her smile making her face more beautiful. "I'm glad you enjoyed the meal."

"Yea, but..." he heaved a sigh and raised his brows. "I'm kind of surprised you invited me for dinner tonight, I thought I had been disturbing you with so much invitations for dinner."

She smiled again. "I'm sorry if I made you feel bad yesterday, I just wanted to be careful with you."

"Careful?" Adrian squinted. "Careful of what? Are you sure you're not doing this because you thought I felt embarrassed by that guy yesterday?"

"Well, I saw the look on your face when we left the eatery. It was obvious you didn't feel good about it but that's not the reason I invited you for dinner tonight."

"You're wrong Sheila, I didn't feel anything about those guy's words last night. He was wrong about me and I don't give a damn about his opinion." Adrian replied. "I was more surprised with the way you handled it, I didn't imagine a single punch from you could crash him to the ground."

Sheila chuckled at his words. "Well, I didn't imagine it too. I had not had time to practice my fighting skills on anybody."

"Your fighting skills?"

"Yeah, I joined Henry for exercises and training a couple of times, he thought me how to make the right hit with my fists."

"Hmm, Henry." Adrian muttered, staring down for few seconds. "Henry was your former bodyguard, right?"

"Yes, he was." Sheila chuckled as she separated her legs and rested her head on the backrest of the sofa. "He was more of a friend than a bodyguard."

Adrian held his breath as he stared at her thighs again, he was having a hard time resisting touching her. He sniffed in gently and took his eyes off again.

"Sheila, you are in love with him. Aren't you?" he asked in a calm voice.

Sheila did not reply immediately. It was difficult to admit she had fallen in love with someone she only knew briefly after saving his life and it was more difficult to admit that she hadn't been able to get over him even though he rejected her.

"Yes, I am and it's difficult to get over it." she finally confessed after a minute of being quite.

Adrian heaved a deep sigh. He was already developing hopes again that night but he could now see that Sheila's heart was totally given to another man and it might be impossible for him to have her.

They both sat quietly for the next ten minutes without a word from the both of them. The music playing softly from the television was the only sound that could be heard.

"Sheila," Adrian finally sat up with a forced smile on his face. "Thanks for the night, I will like to take my leave now."

Adrian rose up to his feet before she could reply.

"Why are you leaving so early?" She got up and asked.

"I guess I have to be up early enough tomorrow, so I have to go to bed early."

"It's okay, we would talk more later then." she smiled.

"Yeah, sure."

She walked him out of the house to the car and watched him drive towards the gate before returning into the house alone, feeling so lonely all of a sudden.


Read Episode 75 here - https://youngicee.com/2019/08/restless-episode-75.html
Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 9:54pm On Mar 19, 2020
Restless - Episode 75

® 18+ SNVL
© Oyinloye Oluwatosin Emmanuel

19:36PM
Piel City Outskirts

Henry was sitting on a six-inches cement block in an abandoned uncompleted building with bushes surrounding. Wilson had both arms leaning on the window from outside the room while their hostage was on the floor, lost in his state of unconsciousness.

"Have you tried to find the particular location in Anthanna?" Henry said into the phone.

"No, there's no company code or registration number found on it, we can only identify the country's code." Cole replied from the other end.

"Did you find other codes except for the country's code?" Henry asked.

"Yes, there are other codes which we've not been able to decode or identify their package source. And even if we do identify the package force, it could be difficult locating the source of production because Anthanna is a large country." Cole replied.

"What of labels or signatures? Do we have none?"

"None yet sir, the devices are in the beta mode and haven't been fully packaged."

"Okay, please continue your work and do your best to reveal more."

Henry was still talking when he saw Tanko moving his body on the ground where he was laid.

"Yes boss, we'd continue."

"Okay, I'll call you later Cole," he said as he ended the call quickly.

Tanko's vision was still blurry as he stretched his hands and legs. He opened his eyes fully as he managed to sit up, he realized he was on the floor of an uncompleted building. He suddenly remembered how he got abducted and how Henry was forcing him to get into the boot of the car until he blacked out. He turned around to search for Henry and Wilson who he didn't see at first because he faced the wrong direction.

He held a breath as he turned and his eyes met with theirs. He fixed his gaze on Wilson's face in particular. He now realized that Wilson had only been acting victim at the Nanl Territory, it had been a planned work all along with Henry.

"Would you let me tell you where Morris is, I need to return home." he said after a while of being quiet.

Henry chuckled. "Who says we are letting you return home?"

"You have to let me go," Tanko replied. "All the men in the Nanl Territory would be out now looking for me, they would discover you and I'm very sure you can't take down all of them like the few you took down this afternoon."

Henry smiled at him. "I'm sorry but I'll have to keep you with me until I find Morris," he said and bent to repair the lace of his shoes which had gone loose.

"That was not our agreement!" Tanko blared.

"We had no agreement," Henry retorted. He sat up again and stared at Tanko in the eyes. "You said you knew where he was and I told you I would take you to lead me there."

"I can't lead you there, I've not been there before." Tanko shook his head in negative. "I can only give you the details."

"You may have to lead us there physically if it's necessary, but I truly do hope it isn't necessary." Henry replied. "So, tell me where he is."

Tanko was about to reply when Henry's phone rang out loud. Henry took a glance at him before taking out his phone.

"Hey Dave! Where have you guys gotten to?" he said into the mouthpiece.

"I'm not sure how to pronounce the name of this location, but the map says we have an hour to get to you," Dave replied from the other end. "We are in the store now and we have gotten the waste bin and bags, is there any other thing we need to get before leaving the store?"

"No, there's nothing else required for now." Henry answered. "I'll be waiting in this same location for you."

"Okay boss," Dave replied and the call ended.

Henry returned the phone into his pocket. He met a questioning look on Tanko's face and he knew that the guy would be inquisitive about the person he got the call from.

"So Tanko, where is Morris?"

"Morris is at Kebba, he went therewith Ovil - a native of Kebba, the next day after I picked him from the house." Tanko replied and flashed a look at Wilson. They understood he was referring to the house at Vincil. "I haven't seen the both of them since I dropped them off."

There was confusion on Henry's face. Kebba! Why would Morris go to Kebba?

Kebba was a town in the neighbouring country, South Husan. Located close to the boundary between Bethanna and South Husan, it was well known for their practice of sorcery and magic. The town existed like a different colony on it's own even though it was classified under South Husan. The people of the Kebba tribe were also rumored to have strong rejection of western education in their land, their children who grew up in the town passed through their location education and some were identified through special means to go through the sorcery and magical training.

"Morris cannot go to Kebba," Henry said with a baffled look on his face. "There's just nothing relating with him there, there's no way Morris he would have chosen to relocate there."

"He is at Kebba," Tanko insisted. "Ovil made arrangements for him to relocate there."

"I don't get it," Henry got up and began to pace about. "What's Morris looking for there?" He asked himself, getting so confused about the whole issue. He looked at Tanko again. "Tell me exactly what he's gone to do in Kebba?"

"To live there, I believe for better treatment. Kebba has large numbers of herbal doctors and the death rate of people through sickness there is virtually zero, no one dies there from illnesses."

Henry heaved a sigh, Tanko had made a point. He had heard rumours about the quality of herbal medicines in Kebba but he had never gotten a opportunity to confirm how true it was. Wilson had also told him that Morris had a serious illness and if it was indeed serious as Wilson made it appear, Kebba could be a good hiding spot for Rex to spend time to treat himself.

"So, how do we reach him in Kebba?" Henry asked as he returned to the block he was sitting on.

"We have to reach Ovil first," Tanko answered.

"How do we reach Ovil, do you have his telephone number?" Henry asked.

"No, Ovil doesn't use a phone, I asked him. You have to get into Kebba to ask after him. His name is Ovil Matuse," Tanko said.

"In this age? How can someone not use a phone?" Henry asked in a surprised tone.

"He's from Kebba and he lives there, you know those people are strange, I hear they see some electronic devices as evil tools." Tanko explained.

Henry sighed.

"How do we find him?" He asked in low tones, more to himself than to the other two. He raised his head and stared at Tanko again. "So, if he doesn't have a phone, how do you reach him when you want to?"

"I don't reach him, he contacts me when he wants and he has only done so twice." Tanko replied.

"How then was he linked up to Morris?"

Tanko frowned. "I don't know," he replied, pushing up his shoulders. "I just received a call from him on a certain day, he introduced himself and told me he got my contact from Morris Caleb. Then he said he needed to me to meet and pick him up at the boundary. Immediately after his call, I got a call from him," Tanko paused and pointed a finger to Wilson.

Henry turned and squinted at Wilson, Wilson stared back at him and made no effort to deny.

"I thought you guys barely knew each other?" Henry questioned Wilson.

"We've spoken on phone on several occasions but only seen twice." Wilson replied.

Henry turned back and shrugged for Tanko to continue.

"He called me with Morris' line and told me he called to confirm if I had gotten the call from Morris' contact, I answered him accurately because it wasn't his first time of delivering messages from Morris to me."

Henry turned again and stared at Wilson's face.

Wilson raised his brows and stepped back from the window. "I only follow Morris' instruction, he told me to call Tanko and ask him to follow the instructions of the man who called him. I never knew what they planned to do," Wilson explained, spreading his palms and shoulders to emphasize that he did nothing bad.

Henry turned his face back to Tanko. "And you picked Ovil from the boundary and drove him to Vincil?"

"Yes, Ovil and another man he called his brother. I drove both of them to Vincil in my car. After some discussions that evening. I drove them out of Morris' house, we stopped to lodge in a hotel and continued our journey to the boundary the next morning."

"So you didn't go into Kebba?"

"Yes, and I've never been to Kebba. I only dropped them at the boundary, they had someone waiting to pick them there." Tanko replied.

Henry glanced and Wilson and then turned again. He picked his phone out of his pocket and dialed. "Dave, are you back on the road?"

He had new instructions to give.
___

22:03PM
El Deols, Anthanna.

Sheila was already fast asleep in her bed when her ringing phone disturbed her sleep. Her hand reached for the phone but the call went off before she could answer.

She yawned and stretched with the phone in her hand. It began to ring a second time. She turned the screen to herself, the caller was Adrian. She wondered why he was just calling back after she had called him several times to confirm if he had gotten home safely without him answering the calls. She knew she could have hurt him by affirming she was really in love with Henry but she couldn't bring herself low to lie to him. He had always been suspecting that she had something to do with Henry when she always found herself mentioning him in their conversations and expressly saying she missed him. He had actually asked her once if they had anything together and she had said they had none but that evening's question had been different, he had asked if she was in love with him.

She finally answered the call and placed it close to her ear after so much hesitation.

"Hello," she said in low tones. The expression on her face changed as she heard a different voice, a lady's.

"Hello Madam, we're reaching you from Highways Hospital. This man was rushed to the hospital after being attacked by some unknown men, he's currently receiving treatment. Your number was the last one he dialed and we believe you might be a member of his family or you may be able to reach any of them for us quickly. Please, we need someone here for him now."

"Oh! Thanks, I'll be on my way there now." Sheila said as she quickly rolled out of the bed in panic. She began to take off her nightwear hurriedly.

*28 Minutes Later*

Highways Hospital, El Deols.

"Good evening Nurses," Sheila greeted impatiently as she got to the reception of the hospital.

"Good evening Madam, how may we help you?" the nurse on duty asked her.

"I was called some minutes ago that My friend was rushed down to this hospital, I'm here to see him." Sheila replied.

"What's your name please?"

"I'm Sheila," she answered.

"Okay madam, please come with me." the nurse said as she turned out from behind the desk and turned towards a hallway.

Sheila followed immediately with the bodyguard behind her. The nurse led them past few wards but stopped as a doctor stepped out from one of the wards in front and turned towards them.

"Doctor, we have the woman we called here." the nurse said to the doctor.

"Oh! Good evening Ma'am," he said as he stopped briefly in front of them. "Please come with me to my office," he said and made way to proceed further.

"Please Doc, where is Adrian?" she asked, not willing to turn back with him without seeing Adrian.

"He's fine," the doctor replied, turning back briefly. "The nurses are dressing his wounds now."

"Can I see him now?"

"No please, you have to give the nurses time and space to work." the doctor insisted.

Sheila turned reluctantly and followed the doctor. Her bodyguard turned with her while the nurse who was with them continued towards the ward the doctor had stepped out from.

"What happened to him Doctor?" Sheila asked as they entered into the doctor's office.

"Please, have your seats." the doctor replied calmly, taking off his white coat and hanging it before going to his seat.

He got to his seat and sat before Sheila could sit on the visitor's seat. Sheila signaled for her bodyguard who was standing behind to sit next to her.

"Is it just the two of you here?" the doctor asked.

"Yes for now, he has none of his family members in this state and his only friend I know isn't in town right now."

"Have you called any of his family members?"

"No, I don't have their numbers but I should be able to reach them by morning tomorrow."

"Who are you to him?"

"I'm his close friend, he left my place around past eight." she answered.

"Okay, he was brought in here unconscious. People around said he was stopped by the road and attacked by a group of unknown men, they beat him up within minutes and escaped leaving him by the road side." The Doctor explained.

"Oh My God!" Sheila exclaimed breathlessly. "Would he be fine?"

"Yes, he would. Luckily, he sustained no severe or internal injuries. Just some wounds on his body, that's all."

Sheila sighed deeply. "Is he still unconscious?"
Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 9:54pm On Mar 19, 2020
episode 75


"No, he's been revived but has been given some sedatives to allow him feel less of the pain from treating his wounds."

Sheila closed her eyes as she took in a deep breath she rested her back.

The Doctor picked a phone to make a call. He was heard telling the call receiver to bring something to his office.

"He's being treated already but you would need to pay some money for us to continue the treatment," the doctor said after some seconds.

"That's no problem, how much do we have to pay?"

The doctor was yet to reply when his door opened and a nurse walked in with a file. She dropped it on his table and said some words to him before walking back out.

'Here's the bill,' the doctor said, handing a short piece of paper he took from the file to her.

She scanned through it quickly. "I'll like to pay to the account," she said and took out her phone quickly.

"It's no problem," the doctor said and rested his back, waiting for her.

It took her two minutes to complete the transfer and she leaned forward turning the phone's screen to him for him to confirm the payment.

"No, you should..." He tried to look away but looked again at the screen as his eyes caught something, he scanned through quickly for a second. "You should show them this at the counter in the reception, they are the ones to confirm your payment and issue the receipts."

"Oh! Okay," she replied and kept the phone back on the table. "When would I be able to see Adrian?"

"I'll let you know when the nurses are through with him, it should take about fifteen to twenty minutes more." the doctor answered her.

"Okay , thanks." Sheila said and got up to her feet. "I'll go show them this at the reception now, so that the treatment can continue uninterrupted."

The doctor was quiet and watched as she walked to the door with her bodyguard.

"Miss Sheila Jack," he called as her bodyguard opened the door for her to step out. Sheila turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow, wondering why he had called her back and why he called her full name. He had a smile on his face. "Nice to meet you, I have a son who is studying to be just like you."

"Oh! My pleasure, I'll wish to know more about your son later." she said and bowed out of the office. She concluded that he must have seen her full name when she showed him the evidence of payment.

*25 Minutes Later*

Sheila stood beside the bed in the hospital ward watching while the doctor did his final check on the patient for the night. Adrian was in the bed, a bandage around his head and a wider one around his belly, he also had a plaster on his right knee.

"That would be all for the night," the doctor said as he turned to Sheila. "Goodnight ma'am," He smiled at her before walking past, taking off the gloves on his palms as he did. The two nurses also followed him out, leaving Sheila and her bodyguard with the patient.

Sheila pulled the plastic chair closer to the bed and sat on it, resting her elbows on the side of the bed. Adrian turned his head to face her. They both stared into each other's eyes for moment.

"I'm sorry Adrian," she said, looking into his eyes with so much compassion.

"I'll be okay," he said and managed to put a smile on. "Thanks for coming."

Sheila stood up from the seat as her eyes moved from his face and to his whole body, checking all the places he was injured. She noticed her bodyguard had come close and was standing beside as she sat back on the seat.

"Do you know the men who did this to you?" Sheila asked.

"No, they had masks on." Adrian replied.

"And you couldn't recognize the voice of any of them?"

"Yes, I couldn't."

"Are you suspecting anyone?" She squinted her eyes at him.

"No," he answered in a surprised tone, wondering why she was asking him questions like a detective.

She took in a breath as she stared thoughtfully. It seemed as the same situation to her like the one that had happened with Henry months ago when they were lured somewhere and he was beaten up. She suspected that Stanley could be behind the attack.

"Miss, it's almost twelve o'clock." her bodyguard bent beside her and whispered to her ears. She stared at his face. "We might find it difficult to get home because of the police road blocks," he added to explain his point.

"We can leave tomorrow morning," Sheila replied him.

"No Sheila, you have to go home please." Adrian cut in. "You can't stay here."

"We would stay here Adrian, it's late already." Sheila replied.

The bodyguard stepped back to give them space to take the decision.

"No, you have to leave please. You can't sleep well here, I won't let you stay here." Adrian insisted.

"But you need someone to stay with you Adrian."

"No, I can talk and call the nurses when I need someone or help, you don't have to stay here. Besides, I wouldn't be needing anything for the night again," Adrian said in a pleading tone.

"Calling them will be a lot of stress for you, I'll stay here in case you need help."

"It won't be stress, a nurse station would be close to this ward and I'll definitely get them whenever I need them. Please go home Sheila, I beg you." Adrian replied.

"Please, listen to him ma'am." the bodyguard joined in a firm tone before she could reply him. "I can get you back here very early tomorrow morning."

She looked at him and he withdrew his gaze on her. He knew he had no business in their discussion as a bodyguard but he had to speak up because he was scared of what Sheila's father would say to him if he found out she spent her night there.

"Please go home Sheila," Adrian pleaded again. "Come back to check me before going to work tomorrow, please consider him at least, I'll be fine."

She drew in a breath and finally got up from the seat. She held his palm in hers for a while as she stared at his face.

"I'll be here tomorrow morning," she said and caressed his face gently for some seconds before planting a peck on his cheek. "Goodnight Adrian."

With that she turned and walked out of the ward with her bodyguard, leaving Adrian with mixed feelings.

___

The Next Day - April 1, 2016.
13:15AM

Location: Bethanna - South Husan Boundary.

"Kebba is the way straight after the roundabout," Samantha said to Henry as they approached the rotary intersection. She was looking into a map on the tablet device with her.

"Thanks for confirming, I studied the map for some minutes before we left." Henry replied.

Henry was driving the car with Wilson beside him at the front and Samantha as the backseat. They had left Dave and the Doctor with Tanko, their new hostage. Dave and Samantha had joined Henry at the uncompleted building the previous night and helped in moving Tanko from there without suspicions.

"It took us more than five hours to get here," Wilson said after looking at the time on his Android phone. They had taken off from Vincil around seven o'clock.

Henry drove past the roundabout and continued in the straight direction. He drove for five more minutes when he saw the big signboard reading "Welcome to Kebba".

They continued driving until they got to the main gate of the city. They stopped briefly to change their Bethanna Dollar notes to the currency used in South Husan.

"Where do we go?" Samantha asked Henry as they proceeded further into the city. Henry had given them a brief of his discovery and had picked her to follow him there.

The whole place looked so different. The people's dressing looked ancient and somehow uncivilized. Most of the men tied wrappers and wore knee lengths garments, they had something tied like a keffiye around their foreheads. A lot of them especially the young men had earrings on and different types of rings on other parts of their bodies. The women were dressed differently. They also wore wrappers but something like an veil covering their bodies from their heads down to their waist below, only showing their faces. Only about one or two ladies out of fifty seen were on short blouses and wrappers without their heads covered. According to what Henry had previously heard about them, the ladies without their heads covered were the prostitutes and the call girls in the land. The place seemed somewhat overcrowded with the number of people walking and working around the road.

"Ermm...I'm thinking we can lodge in a hotel first," Henry suggested, looking around even as he drove slowly.

"But how do we locate a hotel?" Wilson asked with a confused look on his face. All signboards and notices which they could see around were written in the Kebban language which they couldn't interpret.

Henry pulled over beside a man selling fried meats by the road side.

"Good afternoon Mister, please we need to find a hotel around this area." he said to the man.

"Ini handinzwisise zvauri kutaura," the man replied him in the Kebban language meaning he couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Can you speak English?" Henry asked but the man replied again in the language. He drove forward and stopped again beside a group of three men walking beside the road. He honked to get their attention. They placed their eyes on him but did not stop walking.

"Hello please, I need direction from you." Henry shouted.

They continued staring at him as they walked away without answering.

Henry followed them slowly with the car. "Please, can we speak to you for a moment?"

The men kept on walking and staring at the car without answering.

"Please, wait and let's talk to you."

One of the men finally stopped and bent over to stare into the car.

"Chii chaunoda kubva kwatiri?" he said something to Henry in the Kebban language meaning. "What do you want from us?"

Henry heaved a sigh of frustration, not knowing what to reply until the man turned and walked away with his friends.

Henry continued driving until he found a group of ladies by a large pipe-borne facility with buckets, queuing to fetch water.

'Good afternoon young ladies, we are new here and we need direction to get to a hotel." Henry said to them after parking.

The ladies stared at the car for a while and then stared at themselves and mumbled words to each other.

"Does anybody understand English amongst you? Please we need help," Henry shouted again.

The ladies looked at themselves again but laughed this time.

Henry heaved a sigh of frustration. He glanced back at Samantha and saw that she was frustrated also.

He had read about the people of Kebba rejecting Western education in their city but he never thought it to be serious to the point that they could not understand or speak English at all.

He understood that Morris could have chosen Kebba because it was a very good place for him to hide but how Morris could cope with their lack of knowledge of English language was what he couldn't understand.

Their mission of finding Ovil Matuse or even Rex was going to be difficult!



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Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 7:41pm On Mar 23, 2020
Restless - Episode 76

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Unedited Update

13:35PM
Highways Hospital, Anthanna

Adrian was still fast asleep when he began to feel fingers gently caressing his forehead. It continued for some few seconds before he opened his eyes.

"Sheila," he called under his breath. She was smiling down at him. He hadn't seen her that morning as expected but she had sent someone to bring his breakfast.

"Good afternoon Adrian, how are you doing?" She asked.

"I'm doing better today," he replied, smiling back at her.

"Sorry I couldn't come here this morning, I woke up late and I had appointments to catch at the office."

"I understand," he replied. "You're a very busy woman, thanks for coming to check on me."

She smiled and dragged the plastic chair closer to sit.

"Hello," Adrian managed to raise his hand and wave at the Bodyguard standing close to the door.

"Good afternoon," he smiled and replied with a nod.

"So, you've been lonely through out the day." Sheila said as she took out her phone and placed it at the side of the bed.

"No, two of my friends were here to see me earlier and police officers were also here very early to ask questions." He replied.

"They should have arrested him by now," Sheila said with a brief frown appearing on her face.

"Who?" Adrian asked.

"Stanley, the guy at the eatery."

"Do you think he could have done that? I was actually thinking it was a case of mistaken identity."

"Stanley and his friends are drug addicts, they always take stupid and dangerous steps."

Adrian sighed without saying anything. There was silence for close to a minute.

"So, I sent the driver to get your lunch already, he should be here in five minutes time." Sheila said to him.

"Oh! Thanks, but I actually made arrangements with my friends for lunch."

"You would eat the one from me, he's getting the same thing for the both of us."

"What time is it? Ain't you going back to work?"

"I closed from work already," she replied.

"You closed? Is it evening already?"

"No, it's only some minutes to two o'clock."

"Why did you close so early today?"

"What else could be the reason? To spend sometime with you of course," she shrugged.

Adrian smiled. "You see, Sheila, my friends are around and you don't need to bother yourself about me, you don't have to disturb your work for me."

"Well, I'm not disturbing anything," she frowned at him. He was somewhat sounding like he didn't want her around him. "Or you don't..."

The door flung open before she could complete her sentence. Sheila's driver walked in with two nylon bags, one in each hand and each containing the food she had sent him.

___

The FOX Corporation Headquarters,

EPA Hill, Bexford.

"Have you profiled the woman who helped Stanley Wiz escape?" Paul Edwards asked from the seat in his office. Two other FOX executives were sitting in the visitors' seat behind the table and facing backwards while Steve, Evelyn and Daniel were standing behind.

Paul's face was stern and strict, his eyes fixed on Steve's not-too-confident face.

"We haven't gotten a clear description of who the woman is," Steve replied. "The people of the community said she was a visitor lodged in a hotel, they barely know her name. She only stayed there for three days."

"This doesn't make sense," Paul chuckled angrily, looking at the faces of the two other executives sitting before him. "A visitor arrives three days ago in a community and helps a culprit escape the police on the third day."

Steve and his colleagues had nothing to say. They could literarily feel the heat of the burning anger in the eyes of the executives staring at them.

"If these FOX officials arranged for Stanley to be moved to the police office, they must have also arranged his escape." the grey haired FOX official put in, staring directly at Steve.

The junior officials remained quiet.

"I warned you before you took the step and you told me you would be monitoring personally," Paul Edwards leaned closer to his table, his head slightly bowed but his eyes raised to Steve's face.

"Sir, the process itself was yet to begin." Steve said in explanation. "Moving Stanley to the police office wasn't a part of the process, it was only something to be done to begin the process."

Paul shook his head angrily, Steve was sounding so stupid to him.

"Now that it has happened, what are you doing about it?"

"We have sent men to arrest the lawyer this morning, he is the only one who knew the suspect was about to be moved to a police office." Steve replied.

"Is that all you've done?" Paul raised his brows. Steve was silent. "You've virtually taken no step to ensure that the culprit is found and returned. What about the police office you contacted? What if someone got the information from them?"

Steve tried to speak but no words came out.

"I'll give you three days to bring Stanley back to the FOX headquarters," Paul said in a strict tone.

"Sir..."

Paul raised a hand to stop him. "Just get out!" He said and turned to face the wall in his swivel. Steve and his team filed out hesitatingly.

__

The Wolves Strategy House

Newland Estate, Bexford.

The Nissan car honked for the third time in two minutes and there were still no signs of anybody coming to open the gate for them. Two people - a man and a woman - were sitting in the car both dressed in Arab wears, the woman was at the driver's side while the man was sitting in the passenger's side.

They honked for the fourth time before they noticed signs of movement at the gate. The smaller entrance of the gate was opened and two security men stepped out, they walked towards the car slowly to check the people in it.

"Hey man! This is Stanley," the man in the passenger's side took off his turban quickly.

"Oh! Stanley," the security guard exclaimed and looked around quickly, hoping that no one else was looking in their direction and had seen Stanley. He signalled to his partner to proceed with opening the gate while he continued talking with Stanley. "Who is she?"

"She is my friend," Stanley replied. "She helped me get away."

The gate was opened just after Stanley replied the question and the security man talking with him directed them to drive in.

Florence drove into the compound and followed Stanley's direction to the car park. The security guard who spoke to them outside the gate joined them there.

"Hey Stan! Please wait," the security man stopped Stanley who was about to proceed into the building. "I have to perform the security checks on you, you've been away with an enemy group for sometime."

Stanley smiled and stopped for the security guard to get to him. The lady stopped beside him. Other security men from around the building appeared from the corners where they were.

"Two of you, put your hands in the air." the security guard instructed before he began to check Stanley's body. It took him a minute to complete the check. By the time he was through, a female security guard had come closer and was already checking the lady's body.

"There's nothing on her," the female security guard said after completing the check.

"Okay, lets go in." the man said and led the way towards the entrance of the building. "No one knows where you are, have you contacted any of the executives yet?" the guard asked Stanley as they began to climb up the stairs of the corridor.

"No, I have not been able to reach anyone yet. That's why I'm here," Stanley replied him.

"We've been on the lookout for you since we got the information that you escaped while being transfered from the FOX to the police yesterday," the security guard continued. "Elvis Kahn gave the directive for every unit to expect you."

"I have not been able to reach Kahn or anyone else, all my devices have been seized and I can't go home to take anything."

"I know."

They continued in silence after turning into a long fairly lit hallway until they got to the center where there was an entrance into another hallway.

"The news says a woman helped you escaped," the security guard said in low tones as they turned. He moved closer to Stanley, conscious of the lady walking at Stanley's other side and continued in whispers. "Is she the one?"

"Yes, she is." Stanley affirmed.

"Do you trust her enough?" he asked.

"I just met her," Stanley replied, giving him a look that suggested he was asking too much of questions. "Who's around? Is Kahn in?"

"No, Kahn isn't in. He's not been here since their last meeting. We have only Aaron around."

They got to the door at the center of the hallway and stopped. The door had no visible lock or knob to open it with, except a small card like screen by the side. The security guard took out an access card from his pocket and placed it close to the reader. A green light showed at the top of the door and it opened for them to step in.

Stanley was allowed to step in first and the security guard allowed the lady to follow before entering after them. The door closed by itself after they had all stepped in.

The large room was painted all white, from the walls to the ceilings and window frames. A ten-inch flat screen hung on one of the walls which was close to another door at the other side. There was a large table at the center and about twenty chairs in total around it. At both left and right sides of the door, there were comfortable three one-seater sofas neatly arranged and facing each other with a small table at the centre. It made each corner look like a living room on it's own. The atmosphere in the room made it look like they were in a totally different building from the one which they had been passing through the hallway. It was fully airconditioned and smelling so cool. There was no one in the room but the large screen on the wall was on with a screen saver displaying on it. The room was one of the conference rooms used by the Wolves for meetings, but was a different one from the one used by the executives for their meeting.





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Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 7:41pm On Mar 23, 2020
76 contd

"Aaron should be inside," the security man said after looking around without seeing signs that anybody was in. "You guys should wait here while I go get him."

The security man proceeded to the other door while Stanley and the lady stood waiting for him to return.

Florence stared around the room. It looked so simple but she knew it was a place that was used for very important things. Stanley had told her he worked for a dangerous organization, she did not know how dangerous it was or what danger they cause but from the look of things, they seemed like a serious organization.

The security guard returned a minute after and following behind him was a man dressed casually in a white shirt tucked into black trousers. He was of a light complexion and slightly pointed nose. He walked calmly and confidently. He held a tablet device in his right hand and a wallet in his left.

"Good afternoon sir," Stanley greeted as the man came closer.

"It is indeed you Stanley," the man said in a gruff baritone voice. He rubbed his noise gently with a finger and moved the device to his left hand where the earphone was. He stretched out his hand to offer Stanley a handshake. "Welcome back."

"Thank you sir," Stanley replied as he took the handshake.

"This is your friend, I believe, who helped you get away from the police." Aaron said, fixing his eyes on the lady.

"Yes, her name is Florence." Stanley answered him.

"Florence," Aaron muttered under his breath. He stretched out a hand to her. "Nice to meet you Florence," he said as she took his hands warmly and with a smile. "Let's take out seats, " he pointed in the right hand direction and they moved there to sit. The security man excused himself.

"First of all, have you informed Kahn of your presence here?" Aaron asked as they got close to the sofas. He took out the phone from his pocket before sitting down.

"No, I've not been able to reach him." Stanley replied.

"I'll call him right away," Stanley said as he settled down. Florence sat on the third seat.

They watched as Aaron dialed and put the phone close to his ear.

"We have Stanley Wiz right here," Aaron said into the phone, his eyes peering at Stanley.

Stanley kept his gaze on the man's face and watched as he nodded and gave only one word responses to the queries from the other end. He couldn't imagine the kind of questions and instructions Kahn would be giving from the other side.

Aaron placed his phone, the tablet device and the earphone on the table at the center after ending the call.

"Kahn got information of your arrival immediately you got to the gate," Aaron said to Stanley.

Stanley was not surprised, he knew Kahn was always aware of anything that happened around the Strategy House.

"Does he have instructions for me?" he asked Aaron.

"None yet, he just wanted me to make some findings from you," Aaron said and took in a breath calmly. He rested his back against the backrest and crossed his legs over each other. "How sure are you that you weren't followed to this place?"

"A hundred percent sure," Stanley sounded so sure. "We changed cars three times, we changed clothes and she made no phone calls or reached anybody."

"Who is she?" Aaron asked now moving his gaze from Stanley's face to Florence's face.

"I met her when I ran into the bush, she was picking seeds." Stanley's mind flashed back to the event as he began to narrate. "We bumped into each other and she got up fighting me for injuring her, I tried to beg her to let me go but she refused until the police officers came closer, then I found out that she was wanted by the police."

Aaron moved his gaze back to Florence after listening to Stanley.

"Tell me who you are young lady?"

"I'm Florence Brown, a native of Anthanna. I worked with the Ilios Organization in Anthanna six years ago, I moved to Bethanna last year and worked as a hacker for the Cupe Bandits, they were caught December last year by the FOX and I've been on the run since then."

"Hmm... Sounds interesting," Aaron said as he rested his chin on his palm, his elbow resting on the armrest of the chair. He knew about the organization she mentioned and the bandits also, all he needed was to confirm if she was saying the truth. If it was the truth, then she was going to be a great asset to them.

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Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by hotswagg12: 7:56pm On Mar 23, 2020
@op you no longer update this story regularly like you used to in your blog. What changed?
Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by do4luv14(m): 10:14pm On Mar 23, 2020
Same here @ Oyinprince what happen





hotswagg12:
@op you longer update this story regularly like you used to in your blog. What changed?

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Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 12:23pm On Mar 25, 2020
do4luv14:
Same here @ Oyinprince what happen






Work no dey give me time jare
Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by do4luv14(m): 12:30pm On Mar 25, 2020
For this lockdown, you still dey busy, oga oooo




Oyinprince:

Work no dey give me time jare
Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 5:57pm On Mar 25, 2020
do4luv14:

For this lockdown, you still dey busy, oga oooo





I work as a content writer/marketer. You sure know contents on the web haven't been locked down
Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by do4luv14(m): 8:45pm On Mar 25, 2020
Lolzzz it cant be locked down

but pls do something about RESTLESS,

i score 4m in the 4th aniversary quiz and answer, gift no go reach me kwa?



Oyinprince:
I work as a content writer/marketer. You sure know contents on the web haven't been locked down
Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 12:54pm On Mar 28, 2020
do4luv14:





Lolzzz it cant be locked down

but pls do something about RESTLESS,

i score 4m in the 4th aniversary quiz and answer, gift no go reach me kwa?



Lol, there were many others who scored higher
Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 12:58pm On Mar 28, 2020
Restless - Episode 77

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Kebba, South Husan

For almost an hour, Henry and his team continued to drive around seeking for direction but unable to communicate to anyone. They had gone far into the community already and were yet to stop when they saw a group of newspaper vendors by the road side at a junction. Henry felt some relief after seeing the vendors, he believed that the one of the newspapers at least should be written in English since English was still the official language of South Husan, and that there should be at least one of the vendors who could read and understand English.

He slowed down as he approached he junction. He turned his car to the shoulder of the road and parked. He opened the door and was about to step out to walk to them when they suddenly rushed him on seeing them. He stepped back into the car and closed the door to wait for them. About five of them stopped beside the window, displaying their items.

"Good evening guys, is there a newspaper written in English language?" he asked and watched as the men begin to step back one after the other. "Is there any paper written in English?" he asked again. They exchanged glances and slowly began to return to their stands. Henry was about to give up and drive away when he saw another man who had initially remained at the stand now coming closer.

"Hello," Henry greeted as their eyes met.

"Hi," the young man replied in a funny accent.

"Do you have a newspaper written in English?"

"Oh no, not such newspaper here," the young man replied answered the best way he could.

Henry heaved a sigh of relief. It was obvious the young man wasn't fluent in English language but meeting someone who at least understood was a great relief.

"Okay, do you know any good hotel around here?" Henry asked.

'Hotel?" the young man stood straight and looked around briefly. He bent again to look into the car. "Hotel, far place here." he replied, snapping his fingers towards the left direction.

"Can you lead us there?" Henry asked, knowing it would be difficult for the young man to make a description of the way in English Language.

The young man looked around for a moment. He obviously wasn't ready to go and it showed in the expression on his face.

"Selling all these before I go from here," the young man replied, shaking the papers in his hands.

"I'll give you the money for all that, just lead us to a hotel." Henry offered.

The young man squinted for a moment, then he stretched out his palm wide mentioning the amount to be paid in the local currency.

Henry took out some notes from the money he converted and the gate and offered it to him without counting it. The young man's face lit up brightly as he stretched out his hand to receive it. He flipped it without counting, he was sure with the denomination of each note in the bundle that it far exceeded the amount he requested for.

"I get my bike now and take you to Hotel," the young man said and quickly walked away. He could be seen packing the rest of his things at the stand. He walked to the back of the stand and came out a minute later with a motorcycle, his things had been carefully tied to the back of the motorcycle. He sat on it and turned on the engine, he then beckoned on Henry with a wave of the hand to follow him.

Henry followed at the speed of the motorcycle. After five minutes of driving, the young man stopped at the front of a building. Henry parked right beside him and stepped out of the car to listen to him.

"Here, hotel," the young man said, flashing his full set of teeth.

It was a bungalow and it looked more like a residential building. The walls were painted and neat compared to the other buildings that could be seen around. A big sign board hung at the front of the roof at the entrance, the notice on it was written in the Kebban language. Henry assumed that it was the name of the hotel.

"What's your name?" Henry asked the young man.

"Ern," the young man replied, pronouncing it with the "r" sound present.

"Hen?" Henry frowned, wondering if the guy understood his question.

"My name Ern," Ern corrected, stressing the "r" sound in the name.

"Oh Ern!" Henry pronounced the best way he could. "You still have to help us, we don't understand the language here and we need someone to help us speak."

"Okay," Ern nodded with a smile. He turned off his motorcycle and stepped down, standing it properly.

"Is this where we park?" Henry asked with a frown, staring back at the car.

"Yes, safe. Nobody steal, no one." Ern answered, shaking a finger in the air to emphasize his point.

"Okay." Henry stepped back and instructed Wilson and Samantha to come in with the few bags with them while he walked into the place with Ern.

The place was neater than what Henry expected and the people at the desk were neatly dressed even though still in the native wears.

"We need to book two rooms," Henry said to Ern as they approached the desk.

"Makamuri maviri anodikanwa," Ern relayed Henry's words in the Kebban language.

"Chiuru," the receptionist replied with the cost of the two rooms.

Ern interpreted her message to Henry.

Henry took out some money from his wallet and counted the amount requested for, he handed it over to the receptionist.

She collected and counted to confirm. She kept the money under the desk and opened a drawer by the left side. She picked out two different bunch of keys and placed it on the table.

"Chikamu C uye Kamuri J," she explained in the Kebban language, handing the keys to Ern.

Ern picked the keys and in turn explained to Henry. "Room C," Ern said, showing Henry the label on the first key. "Room J, facing each other." he said showing him the second key.

Samantha and Wilson appeared behind them with the bags.

Henry turned and handed a key to Samantha. "You'd stay in a room while I stay in another room with Wilson."

Ern stood there staring at Henry with a bright smile on his face.

"Can you come with us Ern, I still need your help." Henry requested.

Ern nodded with a smile and led the way towards the hallway. Henry followed beside him while Samantha and Wilson followed behind.

"Ern, how come you understand English and others do not understand?" Henry asked a question that has been troubling him.

"Not everyone speak English, very few." Ern replied.

"Very few indeed, we've been driving for almost one hour before we met you, no one could help us with directions."

"Some understand but can't answer today," Ern replied.

"I don't get you," Henry raised a brow.

"They speak not English today," Ern repeated.

"They don't speak English today?" Henry asked to clarify. Ern nodded. "Why? But you are speaking."

"I not from here, stay here with parents here when I small." Ern explained. "This is week of consecration, no Kebban man or woman speak another language."

"Oh! Week of consecration," Henry exclaimed. He had come across that term before while reading about the Kebban tribe. The week of consecration was 7 long days before a festival, the people were expected to keep themselves holy during that week. Maybe not speaking other languages was part of keeping themselves holy, Henry shrugged.

"Not many understand English, people who speak well not more than five in Kebba." Ern said as they proceeded further in the hallway. He began to help them check the label at the top of the room doors.

"First room here," Ern finally said. He turned about and faced the opposite door. "Second room."

"Please, come in with us," Henry said as he opened the door to the room. He pushed it in after unlocking and gave way for Ern and Wilson to enter first.

The room was a moderate sized one. It wasn't too beautiful but it was neat. The couple sized bed was covered with white sheets. A ceiling fan hung at the centre of the ceiling and a white bulb hung beside it. A plastic chair and table were positioned at a corner of the room where the window was.

Wilson walked straight to the wardrobe and dropped the bag while Henry proceeded to the restroom to check it. He opened and took a step in, it was a combined toilet and bathroom. There was a tap and two water buckets in it. He closed the door and stepped back outside.

"Ern, since when did this week of consecration begin?" Henry asked.

"It start every first day week of Kebban, that is on Saturday for you." Ern answered.

"It means that this particular week of consecration will end tomorrow?"

"Yes," Ern nodded. "The big Festival is tomorrow and one can speak any language," Ern added, stressing the word "big" to buttress the importance of the festival.

Henry heaved a sigh. It would mean they could not do anything much for that day, they had to wait until the next day.

Henry closed his eyes briefly as he thought of what next to do. Wilson was already sitting at the edge of the bed and trying to dial a number on his phone.

There was a knock at the door and before any one could answer, it opened and Samantha walked in.

"Any progress yet boss?" She asked, his eyes scanning around the room. It was exactly the same as hers.

"We might not be able to do much until tomorrow," Henry replied. "The natives of these town are on a week of consecration and tomorrow is their big festival," he explained, emphasizing on the word "big" like Ern had done.

"So, we should just rest today and continue tomorrow?"

"We can start making enquires today," Henry replied her. He noticed her eyes were fixed on something behind him and he looked back to find Wilson making a call.

"Hey dear, it's been a long day. I hope you are safe at home," they could hear Wilson talking into the phone's mouthpiece.

"Wilson!" Henry called.

Wilson stared at them and raised his brows. "I'll call you later baby," he said before dropping the call. He stared widely at Henry. "Can't I call Sophia also?" he asked with a shrug. "I left my little sister all alone in the house and you don't want me to keep watch on her?"

"I instructed someone to watch over her already, don't you get it?" Henry frowned.

Wilson was there when Henry had given Dave instructions to look after the girl but he still couldn't keep his mind at rest.

"How can he watch her well? He is not staying in the same house with her."

"Shut up Wilson!" Henry marched towards him and snatched the phone from him. He turned it off and put it into his pocket. Wilson heaved a sigh of frustration.

"Call Dave and ask him to check what Sophia is up to at the moment," Henry said to Samantha as he returned to his previous position. Samantha moved closer to the corner where the seat was and sat there.

"Ern, let's take a seat." Henry said and pulled Ern gently by the arm to the bed. They sat close to each other at the edge.

Henry got up again briefly to take the wallet out of his back pocket. He also took out Wilson's phone from the front pocket. He pulled the back cover and took out to battery to access the sim cards, he took out the two sim cards and put them in a small space in his wallet.

"Sorry Ern," Henry smiled at Ern as he dropped the phone and waller beside him. "Thanks for helping us get here, we probably would still be on the road if we had not met you."
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Ern smiled.

"Well, we came here for a purpose. We are looking for someone, our friend." Henry continued. "But our friend lives with someone who is a native of this town, his name is Ovil Matuse."

The smile on Ern's face totally disappeared as he heard the name, his eyes widened in shock and he rose up slowly to his feet. He hit his palms together severally as if dusting dirts off.

"I will have nothing to do with Ovil Matuse, never."

Henry grabbed him by the hand as he tried to drift away.

"Why?" Henry raised a brow. "We really need to find Ovil Matuse, our friend stays with him."

"No!" Ern shouted and tried to snatch his hand off Henry's hold but Henry's grip was firm and strong. "Allow me go!"

"Relax Ern, you gotta help us." Henry pleaded. "Just tell me what the challenge is."

Ern struggled to free himself for some more time but gave up when he saw that his struggles weren't yielding results. He took in a breath and sat as Henry dragged him down.

"Now, tell me, why don't you want to have anything to do with Ovil Matuse?"

"Ovil Matuse, evil man. Hate every stranger and say they enemies of the gods of Kebban land." Ern began to explain in a frustrated tone. "Ovil killed my Pa, and Ma broke her left leg when he and the boys attacked our settlement."

"Oh!" Henry exclaimed with his eyes wide open. He realized that Ern had every reason not to want anything to do with Ovil. He let go of Ern's wrist and turned to face the front.

They sat quietly. Samantha had also come closer to them after making the call to Dave.

More questions began to rise in Henry's heart. Was Ovil Matuse really evil as Ern had put it? It was difficult to judge from the report of only one person, he thought. And why would Rex have chosen an "evil" person to help him?

Henry spoke again after two minutes of silence. "Ern, you see." He turned to Ern again. "I understand you perfectly, we're not going to let you get involved in this, all you need is to just tell me how to find Ovil, I'll go there myself."

"Ovil stay close to rocks, a very big compound where the Priests stay." Ern replied.

"Ovil is a Priest?" Henry asked.

"No, Ovil father is a high priest."

"I see," Henry replied. "So, how do I get to this rocks?"

"You ask, Imba yezvibayiro " Ern replied.

"What's that?" Henry asked, trying to pronounce it in failure.

"The name of the place, Imba yezvibayiro mean Home Of Sacrifice, but in Kebba " Ern explained. "Say like that, people direct you there, whether them understand English or No."

"Oh! You called it right," Henry asked, trying to get the pronunciation.

"No, " Ern corrected again.

It took about three minutes before Henry was able to learn the pronunciation correctly from Ern. He kept muttering under his breath and even recorded it on his phone to keep in case he forgot.

"Go now?" Ern asked, gesturing with his hand that he was ready to leave.

"Ermm... How can I reach you again?" Henry asked.

Ern frowned. He thought he was done with them and wondered why Henry was thinking of reaching him again.

Henry could read from the expression on his face what he had in his mind.

"Hey relax man, I promise I ain't gonna get you into any trouble."

"Ask me at the place we sell, I go there now." Ern finally replied after some seconds of thoughtfulness.

"Oh! Thanks, take care."

Ern forced a smile on. He bowed slightly and then turned to leave.

"Till tomorrow right?" Samantha asked as soon as Ern was out.

"Yes, but we can continue studying the map of this area for now." Henry said as he got up to his feet with several thoughts passing through his mind. He stopped at the window and rolled the curtain to look outside.

"Why don't we go out to make enquires this evening?"

"We might not get to make so much progress if we go out to make enquires now, I can envisage that they'll be busy preparing for their festival."

"Then we've got to start early tomorrow if we want to get the maximum results," Samantha suggested.

"I agree but we've got to think about some of the things involved before proceeding," Henry replied after turning back. "We don't have someone to interpret our language to them and we also have to be ready for anything we are welcomed with."

"So, what do we do?"

"We need to find a way to take in weapons with us," Henry said.

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The Wolves Strategy House,
Newland Estate, Bexford.

In the same conference room they had been earlier, Florence was sitting at the center of the short side of the table while five men including Stanley and Aaron were sitting around the table. She was the center of the discussion and all the men at the table except for Stan were asking her questions which she gave answers to.

After a long session of questions and answers, she was able to convince the four executives of the Wolves that she would be an asset to their organization.

"Florence, we have the first job for you," Aaron said after a silent deliberation among the executives.

She looked up, ready to listen to what her first task was.

"You trust her Stanley?" Aaron turned to Stan.

Stanley nodded affirmatively and turned his face to Florence. He had only known her for a day and had seen how intelligent and skillful she was, he was sure she was efficient and would be able to carry out tasks given to her by the executives.

"Florence," Aaron called again. "Your first job would be taking Stanley out of the country successfully tomorrow. You have from now till 12am to communicate your plan with us."

Florence took in a breath and folded her arms as her back leaned against the backrest, her eyes staring down thoughtfully. She looked up briefly and noticed that Stanley's eyes were on her, he seemed to have some look of doubt on his face.

"Why her?" Stanley questioned. It was obvious from his tone that he wasn't too confident that she could help him get out of the country uncaught.

'Why not?" Aaron replied him. "You trust her right?"

"Yes, but don't you think she's still too new to be handed that responsibility as her first task?"

"Her credential says otherwise, with her past experience we should be sure that it would be a very easy task for her." one of the other executives put in.

"I'll take it," Florence said before any Stanley could speak again. He stared at her face. "I'll help him get out of the country safely," she added confidently.

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Kebba, South Husan

The festival day came. As early as six o'clock, sounds of drums and music in the Kebban language could be heard from every corner. Samantha woke up with an angry growl as the music sounded annoying to her.

She picked her phone and turned on the torchlight. She laid still in the bed for a minute more, yawning and stretching. The night had been the most terrible one, from the annoying food served them as dinner to the terrible darkness throughout the night due to lack of electricity and the annoying sounds and bites of mosquitoes in the room.

She managed to sit up on the bed and turned her phone's screen to check the time. It was already past six. She drifted close to the edge of the bed and placed her feet on the floor. She dialed Henry's number.

"Hey boss!"

"Hey Sam!" Henry replied even before she finished talking. "Hope you are dressing already?"

"Ermm...I'm about to start dressing up," She replied with a yawn and got up immediately. She had called to wake Henry up but was surprised to find out he was awake already.

07:52AM

It took them much more time than they expected to find the Home Of Sacrifice. They had found it less easier than they thought it would be. Ern had told them people could speak other languages on the day of the festival but they were shocked to confirm that only one out of hundred of the Kebban people could speak English. It was no different from their experience the day before and they now believed Ern who said only about five people in the whole town understood English language.

The Home Of Sacrifice was a big place like Ern had described, an area of land covering several hectares. The fence around the land which was made of bricks and mud demarcated the land.

The place was very busy as expected, people could be seen trooping in and out through the entrance gate. Very few were on horses while most of them were in feet dressed in their casual way. Those on horses were expensively dressed compared to the others and one needed no explanation to know that they were the rich people in the society.

The sound Samantha heard early in the morning was child's play compared to the sound coming from the House Of Sacrifice. The drums and voices were so loud, the chants of excitement that filled the air were electrifying.

Henry and his team parked their vehicle at a place far from the place and proceeded there on feet. Henry had his usual disguise on and a face cap, Samantha also had some makeups on and a new wig while Wilson only had a facecap and little beards attached to his chin.

There was no one at the gate to stop them as they proceeded in. The only thing they noticed were the eyes of everyone around them. Henry checked the time again. They had gone beyond the time they planned to get there but he was still sure they could do something since the festival proper was to begin anytime after nine o'clock.

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Morris eyes popped open again. He took in a gentle breath through his nostrils. It wasn't his first time of having the same dream in that week of consecration. He felt it strange but there was nothing he could do about it. Maybe it had to do with the week of consecration that was happening, he thought, but all he prayed for was that the dream not to come to pass. He was willing to put the past behind him, but if his dreams were signs forwhat was coming, it was something to dread for him. He didn't want to meet Louis again.


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Highways Hospital,
El Deols, Anthanna.

"Hey Sheila, you're here again!"Adrian widened his eyes as she walked into the ward. His friend who was sitting on the chair beside the bed also turned back to look at her.

Adrian was sitting with his back resting against the headboard. He had plate of food in front of him and a spoon in his hand. He was bare chested, the bandage around his chest had been taken off but a spot was still covered with a plaster.

"Good morning Adrian," She smiled at him and also waved at the guy sitting on the chair. "Hello James."

Sheila was dressed in a black trouser suit a sky blue inner shirt. She held a blue coloured handbag in her hand.

"Good morning Sheila," Adrian replied and he took in a deep breath, the scent of the perfume from her body filling his nostrils. She looked stunningly beautiful as usual that morning and also smart in her suit. "You look stunning as ever this morning," he managed to say.

"Thank you," she smiled and put a hand on his shoulder as she leaned closer to him. "So, I see you're doing better this morning."

"Sure, I am better." Adrian smiled. "Thank you so much Sheila, the doctor said you paid the bill."

'Yeah, I had to do that. He said we had to pay something for your treatment to continue."

"Thank you so much for doing that," Adrian smiled. "Please let me get your account details for me to return the money."

Sheila raised her brows at him. "Why do you need to do that?"

He frowned back at her. "Of course, I need to do it. You paid when I was unavailable but now I can pay back, you shouldn't be paying my bills."

"I won't accept it, you don't need top return it."

"But Sheila..."

"Shh..." Sheila hushed him and held his lips lightly with her thumb and index finger. "I'm not here to discuss, I'm just came to check that you're okay this morning, I'll see you later in the day."

She turned back and proceeded to the door after that.

"Hey Sheila!" Adrian suddenly called back.

She turned and stared at him.

"Ermm...The doctor says I can leave today," he said quickly.

"Oh!' she took some steps back towards him. "What time is he allowing you leave?"

"He says after the evening check up," Adrian answered.

"I'll close early enough to take you home," Sheila offered.

"You don't need to bother," Adrian objected quickly. "James here would take me home."

Sheila squinted and slowly moved her gaze to James' face. She turned it back to Adrian again and put on a mischievous smile. "No Adrian, I'll take you home this evening. James can come along with us if he wants."

With that, she turned and walked out of the ward. Adrian watched her speechlessly until she walked out of the room.

"Sheila likes you already," James said as soon as Sheila was out and he returned his gaze to his friend.

Adrian shrugged. He didn't know what to believe, she was acting the exact opposite of her words.

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Fox Corporation Headquarters,
EPA Hill, Bexford
Bethanna.

"So, you won't need me to do this again?" Lydia asked.

They were in Steve team's investigation room. This day, there were long stools around the table and they were sitting on them, five agents in the room. They had been sitting together and discussing for over ten minutes.

"For now, we have to face searching for the culprit's possible locations first, after that we can come back to the next step you're expected to take." Steve replied.

"So, that means I'm free to go back to work?" Lydia asked.

"Yes, you are free. Thank you Agent Lydia," Steve appreciated with a gentle nod and a smile.

Lydia got up calmly from the stool. She tapped Dan on the shoulder and Sandra on the back on her way out of the room.

"Hey guys," Steve called the attention of the other three after they watched Lydia stepped out. "We've got to solve this quick and make things easy for ourselves," he paused and directed his gaze to Evelyn. "You've got to continue your trail on Daysman, we've given him enough space and he should have started making other moves already."

"I suggest you permit me to find a way to get into his farm and work from inside," Evelyn said.

Steve heaved a sigh, it wasn't the first time she was making the request but he was yet to agree with her because he had thought over it and was not sure if it was the right step to take at that moment.

"I've been doubtful about that because getting involved through the Suntan farm would consume your whole time and it might be difficult to get you to sit with us like this," Steve voiced his fears.

"But if we want to get quick results, we may need to divide our focus that way." Evelyn replied him. "The five of us here may need to focus on investigating the different personalities involved separately."

"I think I agree with her," Dan put in. "If we let her focus on Daysman and forget about the others, she would come out with better results quicker."

"And Dan could also focus on investigating Agent Elkim's death while I focus on Richard Brad's and you boss focus on getting Stanley back," Sandra contributed.

Steve remained silent, squinting at the table. Their suggestion made perfect sense but was risky. He did not want to take any step that would get him into another trouble with Paul Edwards or the executives.

"Well, I'm focusing on Daysman. He's been walking around the streets free for so long and we've got to nab him," Evelyn said in a stubborn tone, after waiting for Steve's response for more than a minute without getting it.

Steve glanced at her and tried his best to conceal a chuckle, the look on her face somehow gave him the confidence that the proposed plan was going to work. He remembered the last time she had stubbornly led the others to do something without his consent, it had gotten all of them into trouble with the executives but had yielded maximum results ultimately.

"We're good to go, we'd take the individuals individually for seven days, " Steve finally said. "After seven days, we must converge back here with results."

"We need to break into separate teams..." Dan put in but got interrupted by Steve.

"I'll make a provision of a four man team for all of us, each of the four men would consist of two each from our remaining six men," Steve said. "The most important thing is that we come back here after seven days with results and no stories."

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08:02AM

Kebba, South Husan

Much more than they expected, the people were so busy making arrangements for the festival. Apart from the initial attention they got when they stepped in first, they barely got any attention as they moved in further. The place was so large and crowded with people hurrying to get things done that no one had time to check another.

Far away at the left side, they could see people arranging chairs around a large field. At the center of the field was a structure which looked like a stage, clean and well decorated. Little children could be seen running round happily and pursuing each other on the structure.

After walking for about five minutes, Henry stopped and looked around quickly. The place was so busy that he found it difficult to decide which direction to go or whom to ask questions from.

"What way do we go boss?" Samantha stopped beside him and asked, as if she could read his mind. She also looked around but had to put her palm above her eyes to shield them from the sun which was already out and scorching. Henry was putting on his face cap and that made it easier for him to look around in the sun without difficulty.

"Let's talk to those guys," Henry answered, pointing in the right direction where some men were under a tent, they seemed to be doing some handwork there.

Henry and the other two proceeded to meet the men under the tent. The men already spotted them coming and kept their eyes on them.

"Good morning guys!" Henry greeted with a smile.

They stared back at him unsmiling, as expected by Henry. He managed to keep the smile on his face.

"Ermm... English, does any of you understand English?" Henry asked, just to be sure.

None of them answered, instead they glanced at each other's faces and stared again at him.

"I need to see Ovil Matuse," Henry went straight to the point, hoping they would be able to know what he wanted on hearing the name.

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"I need to see Ovil Matuse," Henry went straight to the point, hoping they would be able to know what he wanted on hearing the name.

As expected, the expression on their faces changed when they heard the name and they paid more attention to him.

"Ini ndinofunga vanhu ava vari kutsvaga Ovil Matuse," One of the men said to the others sitting behind him. In English, he said "I think these people are looking for Ovil Matuse".

"Handifunge kuti ivo vane pfungwa yezviri kuitika nhasi," another man replied him meaning "I don't think they have an idea what's happening today."

After that, the men continued with their work quietly as if no one was standing before them.

"Sirs, I'll like to see Ovil Matuse," Henry repeated after watching them silently for close to a minute.

The man in front stopped his weaving and looked up again, directly at Henry's face. He turned back to the other men.

"Aya vanhu vanozoita nezuva rakaipa kana vasingabve," he said in a sad tone and shook his head. He looked at Henry's face again and continued with his work silently.

"Unotaura chokwadi," two men behind voiced out in unison, stating that they agreed with what the man told them. He had said in his language that the day was going to be bad for the visitors if they do not leave.

"Does anyone speak English?" Henry asked in a frustrated tone after a moment of silence but they continued to ignore him. He turned back to his team and shook his head, his eyes scanned around for some minutes and he located a brick building close to them. It looked like a residential building and he could see a man and a woman standing outside, dressed in the same type of clothing and speaking to each other. "Let's go to that house," Henry said, pointing to the place. "This people seem too busy for us."

They proceeded together to the brick house and met the man about to enter the house while the woman turned to sit on a bench under the shade outside the building.

"Good morning here," Henry greeted in a loud voice, wanting to call the attention of the man who was about stepping in. The man turned back and squinted at him.

He took some steps back and glanced at his wife who was also looking at him.

"Do you understand English?" Henry proceeded to ask. The couple remained silent, staring at them. "English! I mean can you speak it?"

They stared back like morons in response and Henry slightly shook his head in frustration. He placed his hands on his waist tiredly and turned to his team, looking at their faces to see if they had any suggestion for him but they looked as frustrated as he was.

"Let's ask these men," Samantha suggested, turning back towards the road path. Some mature looking men, five in number, all looking neatly and expensively dressed were walking in their direction.

Henry turned quickly and walked with his men to the road side.

"Good morning!" He greeted the men in a loud voice even before they got close. The men noticed them and reduced their walking pace.

"Good morning!" Henry greeted again when he got closer but they all stared at him without responding. Henry decided to proceed with his enquiry since they were giving him attention. "I'm here looking for Ovil Matuse."

The expression on the men's faces deepened on hearing the name and they stared at each other wondering who understood what the stranger had said. After glancing at each other, they all glanced at the man standing behind as if they expected him to interpret the language.

The man stepped forward. He was of a fair complexion and a slightly round face. His nose was flat, his eyes were a bit bulgy and lips were darker than his skin. He had a white keffiye on his black garment. His belly protruded unattractively behind the garment.

"Unotaura chokwadi," the man turned to his men and told them. They turned back to him and fastened their eyes on him.

Henry felt a bit relieved that the men seemed to be ready to listen to him.

"Chii chaari kuda?" another man spoke, asking the one in front what the stranger wanted.

"He's here to see Ovil Matuse," the man in front replied in the Kebban language.

"You here to see Matuse?" The man asked Henry to confirm.

Henry and his team were finally able to breathe after hearing the man speak. Even though it was bad English, they had hopes of being able to communicate.

"Yes, Ovil Matuse." Henry affirmed.

"Vari pano kuti vaone Ovil Matuse," The man turned to speak to his friends, confirming that the strangers were really there to see Ovil.

"You know what happen today?" The man turned and asked Henry.

"Uhn?" Henry found it difficult to understand the question.

"Today, something happen, you know it?" The man repeated again in a more aggressive tone.

"Ermm... Festival!" Henry answered with a lit smile. "Week of consecration festival."

"Oh ho!" The man smiled and turned to his friends. "Vanoziva isu tine mutambo unoera nhasi," he spoke in his language, telling them the strangers knew the event happening.

Another man turned to the interpreter with a frowned face. "Saka, ivo vari pano kungokonzera dambudziko," he said in a serious tone.

The men glanced at each other's faces. The last man who spoke had said "They know it's a week of consecration and they still came to spoil it."

"Follow us," the interpreter said to the strangers and turned, he signaled to another man who turned with them while the other three continued in the direction.

Henry and Samantha had noticed the frown on the face of the man who spoke the Kebban language last and had exchanged glances. They knew he didn't say something pleasant. As they followed the interpreter, they readied their minds for anything that could happen.

After five minutes walk down the path, they got a very large building, very large compared to the other buildings seen in the Home Of Sacrifice.

Many young men could be seen around, dressed in a different way from the normal pattern of dressing. They were without Keffiyes, all of them with smooth shaven heads. They had white clothes tied round their bodies and hanging perpendicularly from their shoulders.

Henry looked around as the men led them through a corridor in. They passed through a room where they saw ten middle aged men sitting on a mat in a circular pattern, all dressed like the young men they saw on their way in. A circle drawn with substances like white powder was at the center and a white pot filled with water at the center of the circle.

The men were holding hands and their lips could be seen moving but nothing could be heard. None of them seemed to notice the people passing by.

The men led Henry and his team further into the house until they got to a very large room where some men were sitting and discussing.

"Tine vashanyi pano," the interpreter said as he led the strangers towards the men.

"Varipi pano?" The oldest men among them replied.

"Vari pano kuti vaone Ovi Matuse," the interpreter said back.

The men stared at the strangers' faces for a while before the oldest man spoke again.

"Vanoziva here mutambo wedu?" he asked looking at the interpreter's face.

The interpreter gave him a response and the old man stared at the strangers' faces again before saying something else to the interpreter.

"Ndichaita sezvawataura," the interpreter bowed slightly and turned. "Follow me, he says I take you in."

Henry also bowed to the men in the same manner the interpreter did before he turned, Samantha and Wilson followed his example.

The interpreter led them out of the room through another door and they proceeded through a corridor into another section.

"Tora zvombo zvako uye gadzirira kuendesa murume uyu kujeri," the interpreter said in a loud voice and all the men sitting around got up quickly and began to move. "Come," he said and led the strangers through another door into another room.

He stopped at the center of the room and turned to the strangers. "Wait," he said.

Henry frowned and glanced at Samantha's face, their eyes met.

"Why? Are you taking us to Ovil?" Henry questioned the man.

"Wait!" The man repeated in a harsh tone.

Before Henry could speak again, the door opened from the back and men when weapons like swords and spears began to step in. They formed a circle around them as the interpreter stepped away.

"They taking you to the prison, enjoy very well," the interpreter said in an evil grin and then proceeded to the door.

"What?" Henry exclaimed loudly. "We've not done anything wrong, we are only here to see Ovil Matuse, we have come in peace and mean no harm for anybody here..."

The interpreter shut the door after stepping out without waiting to listen to Henry.

Henry heaved a sigh and looked around. The men surrounding them were about eleven and they are closing in slowly. There was nothing he could do at that moment, the weapons were raised and the sharp edges were pointed towards them.

He looked at Samantha's face and could see a worried look. Wilson standing beside her was already trembling visibly.

The men grabbed them from behind, placing the sharp edge of the weapons behind them. A door at the front was opened and the men pushed them towards the door.

Henry wondered what they had done wrong and what it was that Ern had not told them.

Indeed Ern had missed out something, not because he wanted to but because he himself did not know. Ovil Matuse was one of the ten men supposed to be ordained as new priests that day and until the ordination, they were not supposed to have anything to do with anyone and anything that was unclean or that did not participate in the week of consecration for it would be regarded as a sacrilege. That was what the strangers had insisted on doing, they had insisted on seeing the son of the high priest and make him commit the sacrilege. It was considered a crime.

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Kebba, South Husan

"Hey, take it easy!" Henry exclaimed as he was pushed into the cell by the men. Wilson was thrown in after him.

The men did not wait to listen to anything as they closed the door of the cell and walked away immediately.

"Are you okay?" Henry asked, looking at Wilson who was struggling to get up. He moved closer to him to help him up but Wilson refused his help.

"Leave me alone," Wilson wriggled his hand off Henry's grip.

He struggled to get up with his hurting back but almost collapsed to the ground but for Henry who held him and pulled him closer to the wall to rest his back.

"Leave me alone," he pushed Henry away again out of frustration. "I told you we were not supposed to come looking for him, there's no way we would get out of here now."

"Relax young man," Henry stared at him with caution. He began to regret bringing the young man along but he remembered that it was necessary to bring him or Tanko and he was the best option. "We would get out of here, relax man."

"These guys are barbarians, sorcerers, witches and wizards. They might end up using for sacrifice," Wilson complained, the look in his eyes showing regrets for agreeing to come with Henry.

"They're not going to do anything to us," Henry replied him in an assuring tone.

He took in a deep breath and stepped back. He looked around the cell walls slowly and then looked at the ceiling. He moved closer to the wall and touched it to confirm the material. The walls were made of strong bricks and were painted red. He moved to the small window located at the top of the back wall and held the metal rods used to make the burglary proofs. It was made of strong materials, harder than he expected. He walked to the door which was made of the same metal rods. He held the door at both sides as he moved his face closer and to look outside. He took a moment to check the padlock used to lock from outside, it was a huge one which Henry knew would be difficult to break.

He turned back into the cell and went to sit beside Wilson. He faced his palms on the ground as he stretched his legs forward. He closed his eyes and began to think of the next step to take.

He believed breaking out of the cell would not be a difficult thing to do, the only little challenge he had was Samantha being put in another cell which he didn't think was close to where they were. There was no way for him to talk to her. They did not bring their phones to the place and the communicator which they brought had been taken from them by the men who took them to the cells.

On a second thought, he realized that there was no need for breaking out of the cell. There would be people injured or even killed during the process and it would lead to the unfulfillment of their task there. The best option they had was to remain calm and watch the men. He was also sure of Samantha's ability to fight if the need arose, all he hoped for was that she also remained calm for the time being.

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Wolves Strategy House,
Newland Estate, Bexford
Bethanna.

Florence Brown walked briskly through the dark corridors heading for the conference room where Aaron was waiting for her. Something seemed different that morning, there were more people in the strategy house and it appeared that there was a meeting of some sort.

She passed through a couple of men who gave her no attention as she proceeded. She took out her phone as she turned into the corridor that led to the hall and dialed Aaron's number.

"I'm close, please open the door." she said into the phone and kept it back into her pocket.

She walked some few more steps to the door and it opened as she got to the entrance. She walked in and the door closed behind her.

Three men including Aaron were sitting on the sofas at the left side of the hall and they had their eyes on her as she looked at them.

"Congrats Florence, you passed your first task." Aaron said, raising a glass cup. "Come take a drink," he offered.

She walked closer to them. "No, thanks. I don't drink."

There were two bottles of wine on the table at the center of the sofas and three glass cups, one was completely empty showing that one of the three men was not drinking with them. She recognized the other two to be part of the men who had interviewed her the day before.

Aaron got up from the sofa and began to walk towards the large table at the center.

"So, are you just coming from the airport?" Aaron asked.

Florence ceased a breath, wondering why he was asking the question. "Yes, I'm coming from the airport." she answered and joined him at the center of the hall.

"What were you doing there for so long?" Aaron asked, as he turned one of the chairs to sit on.

"I needed to clear off the records before returning," She answered. "Without clearing the records, Stanley could get to be traced by the security agencies."

"I thought you used a different profile and identity for him," Aaron asked, he took another sip from the glass cup.

"Yes, I did but I still had to clear off the records. Any intelligent and hardworking officer could trace him up with the fake profile."

"You're right, we were watching you." Aaron said. "You disappeared within the airport only to return to the car after seventy minutes."

"Yeah, it took me time to gain access."

"You did a good job though, Stanley has been received by our partners in Anthanna and he should be settling down to do the job we have for him there."

Aaron had barely finished talking when the door to the hall opened and two men dressed in black suits stepped in. One of them was the man called Daysman. He took off the dark eyeglasses from his face and kept it in the inner pocket of his suit jacket. The other man walked further in to join the other two at the left corner leaving Daysman at the entrance.

"Mr Daysman," Aaron let out a wry smile on seeing Daysman.

Daysman looked towards him and proceeded in the direction.

"Aaron," Daysman hailed and let out his hand for a handshake.

"Here's Florence Brown," Aaron introduced her to Daysman.

Daysman turned to her and offered a handshake. "I heard about you yesterday Miss Brown," he said with a stern look. "I checked your records and didn't find anything contrary to what I read."

"It's my pleasure to meet you Mr Daysman," Florence said as she took his handshake.

"So, how was your first task?" Daysman asked her.

"It went easy," she replied.

"I see, I sincerely hope other tasks goes easy for you as well," Daysman said before turning back to Aaron. "I got the call from the boss," he said to Aaron.

Aaron raised his brows and then let it drop in a second. He looked at Florence. "Please excuse us Miss Brown, I'll call you when I'm done with this conversation."

She bowed slightly and turned away. Daysman turned a chair around and faced Aaron. They waited for her to get out of the hall before they continued talking.

"We have to be careful of her, she has no stakes with us." Daysman said, referring to Florence.

"You watched her in the airport, did you notice any fowl play?"

"No," Daysman shook his head. "She's new and she's intelligent, her intuition would let her know we are watching her and she might be trying to gain our trust."

"You don't seem to like her at all," Aaron noticed.

"No, don't get me wrong. Looks like she's going to be a great asset but we have to be careful," Daysman replied. "The boss has said we should find her family, and even if she is genuine, we need to tie her to us before trusting her completely."

"What has the strategist said about her?"

"I heard nothing from him, I guess he's out of town for a business, he should be back this week." Daysman replied.

"How about the FOX, are they still trailing you?" Aaron asked.

"I guess they should but I'm very careful, they can't get me by trailing." Daysman replied.

Aaron chuckled.

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Suntan Farms, Bexford
Bethanna.

"Here, have it. This is the our uniform," a middle aged woman said as she handed a neatly folded overall to Evelyn.

"Thank you ma," Evelyn replied as she took the cloth.

She turned and looked around, thinking about which place was right for her to change into the uniform. There were several people dressed in the same uniform passing through the common room, most of them had cleaning tools with them.

"Go through that door, you'd find the changing room at the back," the middle aged woman said to her. "Change into them quickly, I'll be waiting here for you."

"Thank you," Evelyn said and walked away quickly. She had just been employed to work as a cleaner in the company and she was resuming immediately.

She returned three minutes later dressed like every other cleaner, her long hair had been well packed and held together behind by a rubber band. She met the instructor already talking to another set of cleaners. She waited until the woman was through with the other cleaners.

"You're ready," the instructor adjusted her eyeglasses as she scanned Evelyn from head to toe. She looked smarter in the uniform than the woman expected, so different from the earlier of appearance of a "slay queen". "I'll take you to the section you'd be working for the month until reshuffling," the woman said as she walked to a table and pulled out the drawer. She took out a key and handed it to Evelyn. "Go keep your bags there," the woman pointed her to the cupboards meant for keeping the cleaners bags. From the label on the key, Evelyn was able to know which space was meant for her.

20 Minutes later

"What did you say your name is again?" A man standing behind a table asked her.

"I'm Tracy," Evelyn replied.

"We resume seven o'clock every morning here, the other workers resume by nine o'clock and they start using the stores most times by ten, that's why we come earlier to clean it before they arrive. We're meant to clean the store rooms for the eggs, the cold room for fishes and other foods, and all offices in this section. We work from Mondays to Saturdays, when you come on Monday, you check the roster to know where you would be working for that week. Do you get me?"

"Yes," Evelyn nodded.

"Okay, today is the last day of the week already, so go join those cleaning the cold room." the man concluded, pointing her in the direction of the cold room.

She picked the tools meant for her and hurried to join those already working there.

"Hi, my name is Tracy." she introduced herself to a male colleague who she was working close to.

"Hi Tracy, you look new here." He replied after giving her a glance.

"Yeah, I'm new." she answered.

"Welcome, I'm Jacob. You can call me Jakes," he replied her and continued his work.

"How long have you been working here?"

"Four years," he answered.

"Oh! That's quite some time," Evelyn smiled and continued to work silently just like the rest of the cleaners, she had gotten the right person she needed to be friends with. Her aim was to get to none other than Daysman in less than four days.

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The FOX Corporation,
EPA Hill, Bexford.

Steve was sitting alone in the investigation room, his right palm placed on the mouse and his eyes glued to the screen of the computer. He was checking through footages again, he had a note and a pen by his side in which he wrote the particular minute of each footage where he found something useful.

The phone placed by the left side began to ring. He glanced at it and saw the name of the caller. He picked and answered.

"Agent Sandra," he said into the mouthpiece.

"Hi boss, I found where Henderson's embalmed body was kept," Sandra said.

"What?" Steve got up from his seat. "Where are you now?"

"I'm there, Cravings Hospital, Off Billingsway." She replied.

"Wait for me, I'll join you in some minutes."
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16:43PM
Kebba, South Husan

Samantha was laying back flat on the floor of the cell where she was locked, her eyes staring at the ceiling and her mind wandering. Everything in her belly was crying out for food but she managed to remain calm even though it appeared that the people of Kebba were planning to starve them to death.

She had been there for several hours without hearing any sound from outside. She had called out to get attention but got no response apart from her voice echoing back to her. She decided to believe that all of them had gone for the festival and no one was around or close to the cell.

She began to imagine what was going on with Henry where he was. She knew he would have searched for her if he had broken out of cell and the fact that she hadn't heard any sound which suggested so meant that Henry had other plans. She had also realized that breaking out may not help them achieve their task.

The distant sounds of drumming, singing and chanting which she had been hearing since she had been left alone there began to subside gradually and after twenty minutes, it totally stopped but she didn't notice. Her mind was occupied and her body felt too empty. Not until she began to hear sounds of footsteps did she realize that the festival noise was no more.

She got up from the floor and hurried to the door. She was about to call for water when she saw two men already coming in her direction. She closed her eyes and heaved a sigh of relief on seeing that they had plates with them.

She opened her eyes when they got to the door and noticed that they were waiting for her to leave the door. She stepped back and walked to sit at the center of the cell.

They unlocked the door and the man holding the plates stepped in. He dropped them just beside the entrance and walked out again. They locked the door and walked away. Samantha rushed to take the plates. The round plate on top contained water while the one below contained the food.

She couldn't recognize what food it was when she opened the plate, the aroma wasn't enticing either. The food in shape looked like Macaroni but was larger and longer and of a different colour. There was no cutlery provided, so she dipped her hand in and began to eat. It didn't taste so bad, neither did it taste delicious.

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Wilson barely allowed the men who brought in the food step back out before he rushed to the door to get it.

"Hello guys, I need to talk to you." Henry called after the men but they walked away without looking back.

Wilson took the plates of food and water to the center and sat on the floor to eat. He hesitated for a while for the lack of cutlery before he dipped his hand and began to eat without.

"I would finish this if you don't join now," Wilson looked up and said to Henry.

Henry only glanced at him. He wasn't so interested in the food. He moved closer slowly and took a little of the water. He got back up and walked to the door to check if there was anyone around but there was none.

18:23PM

Henry was yet to eat the food kept for him by Wilson. He had only taken some more water and remained silently at his corner, waiting to hear sounds of footsteps in the corridor again.

He finally got the sound he was expecting and he rushed to the door to check. He saw two men walking towards their direction. He stayed at the door to confirm if the men were coming to their cell or would stop before getting there.

He stepped back when they got to the door. The one with the key unlocked the padlock and opened the door.

"Titevere," the other man beckoned on them with a gesture of the hand.

Henry looked back and waited for Wilson to join him first before turning again to the door.

They both stepped out as the men directed them and proceeded forward through the hallway. The men followed behind them, holding their spears in front.

Samantha was already in the room Henry and Wilson were led to. It was a gathering of not less than ten other people sitting on short seats like footstools, all of them dressed in white except for the man who had brought Henry and his team to the house - the interpreter. Three of the ten men were sitting in front, the older man who the interpreter had taken them to sitting at the middle. Three others were sitting by the left side while four others were sitting at the right, with the interpreter at the edge.

Henry and Wilson were made to stand beside Samantha and five guards holding spears stood behind them.

"That's him," Wilson whispered inaudibly under his breath and caught Henry's attention. Henry did not hear his words but looked at his eyes and noticed his expression. He traced with his eyes who Wilson he was staring at.

Henry's eyes met with the man's eyes and he was sure without any doubt that the man was Ovil Matuse. He was sitting at the left hand side of the older man in middle. He appeared to be the youngest man among those sitting. Henry deduced in his mind that the older man was the High Priest who was said to be Ovil Matuse's father.

"Chii chatinofanira kuita kune varume ava vakaedza kumisa kuiswa?" the older man said in the Kebban language, asking the other men what to do with the strangers that wanted to stop the ordination.

"Ngatinzwe kubva kwavari," Ovil Matuse requested that they be heard first. The High Priest gave his consent with a gentle nod. "I heard you guys came in search for Ovil Matuse?"

The response was not sharp as expected. Both Wilson and Samantha turned to look at Henry's face wondering what his reason was for not replying quickly. Henry wanted to be careful in replying even though he was sure the man asking was Ovil. His spoken English sounded pure and better even though it still had an accent.

"Yes, we are here to see Ovil Matuse." Henry finally replied.

"You don't know him, do you?" Ovil Matuse asked.

"I've never met with him but he seems like no other one but you," Henry answered.

"I don't know you," Ovil said with a frown. "But why did you choose to come on this day?"

"We needed to see you," Henry replied.

"And you couldn't come after the festival?"

"We only found out there was a festival yesterday and we never knew what kind of festival it was," Henry answered.

"You should have made more enquires."

"More enquires?" Henry frowned. "No one understands English language here."

Ovil was silent for a moment, then he whispered something to the High Priest. The High Priest stared at the strangers for a while and then turned to whisper back to Ovil.

Ovil stared at them for some seconds before speaking again. "So, why are you here? I've never met you before, why do you need to see me?"

"We are here to see Morris, I was told he came here with you some months ago."

Ovil frowned. "Which Morris are you talking about?"

"You took him from Vincil in Bethanna," Henry replied. "You were driven to Vincil in Tanko's vehicle and he also drove you back to the border."

Ovil frowned harder. "But Morris isn't supposed to have any friend visit him, no one knows he's here, how come you are here for him?"

"You seem to have forgotten this face," Henry said, pointing to Wilson.

Ovil stared at Wilson's face for a while and was finally able to recognise him.

"You! You betrayed him," Ovil accused.

"No, I didn't. This man here is Morris' best friend and he's only here to help him," Wilson replied.

Ovil stared at them quietly, he kept moving his gaze from Henry's face to Wilson and back.

"Will you take us to Morris now?" Henry requested.

"Yes, I would." Ovil replied with a frowned face. He turned to the High Priest and whispered some words to him. Then he looked towards the guards and spoke to them. "Nditorere vamwe vashanu varindi."

Two of the guards went out and returned with five more.

Ovil got up from his seat and said some words to the elders before proceeding forward.

"Follow me," he said to them as he walked past.

Henry and the two others turned, the guards turned and followed after them.

After walking through hallways and sitting rooms for about two minutes, they got to a short hallway with four rooms in it. Ovil led them to the last room at the right hand side.

The door of the room was opened but a thick curtain was covering the entrance. Ovil raised the curtain and walked in. Henry followed him with Samantha and Wilson behind. The guards also entered.

A man was sitting on a wheelchair facing the window, his back was turned to them. He was still and did not bother to turn even though he sensed that some people had entered into the room.

Ovil walked to the man and bent beside him. "Some people are here to see you."

The man remained still without giving any visible response. Ovil got up and turned the wheelchair backward.

Tears formed in Wilson's eyes as he saw Morris' face again. Henry was disturbed, here was Rex sitting in the wheelchair but a totally different Rex it was.


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Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by yungbanks(m): 10:14am On Apr 29, 2020
Haaa bros longest time abeg come finish ooo

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Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by hotswagg12: 12:10pm On Apr 29, 2020
yungbanks:
Haaa bros longest time abeg come finish ooo
Did u say come finish? With the slow pace at which he update this story at his website it will take 5yrs to finish this story here on nairaland despite his fans always asking for more update than the one update a week. He doesn't even pay attention to their complaints.
Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by yungbanks(m): 8:02am On Apr 30, 2020
hotswagg12:
Did u say come finish? With the slow pace at which he update this story at his website it will take 5yrs to finish this story here on nairaland despite his fans always asking for more update than the one update a week. He doesn't even pay attention to their complaints.
Then let him tell us how to buy the story nah
Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 10:40pm On May 03, 2020
hotswagg12:
Did u say come finish? With the slow pace at which he update this story at his website it will take 5yrs to finish this story here on nairaland despite his fans always asking for more update than the one update a week. He doesn't even pay attention to their complaints.
Lol, 5 years ke. Even Tarasha that was long wasn't up to 5 years. Work doesn't give me time to write fiction, that's why I've dedicated only Saturdays for Restless.
Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 10:44pm On May 03, 2020
yungbanks:
Then let him tell us how to buy the story nah
I'm currently writing the story
Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 11:25pm On May 03, 2020
I'm feeling too tired to proofread, kindly manage this way

Restless - Episode 80

® 18+ SNVL
© Oyinloye Oluwatosin Emmanuel

Henry remained on the spot staring at the face of the man on the wheelchair, he was too shocked to move. He felt the urge to say something or call his friend's name but his lips were strangely sealed. Only Wilson moved closer and squatted beside the wheelchair, holding Morris' hand in his. Samantha also stood beside Henry dumbfounded, she had not known Rex but from Henry's talk about him, this wasn't the Rex she expected. He probably wasn't lucky to escape the murder in a healthy form like Henry.

"The fall was so intense, it affected his spine, his brain, he has dysarthria and is numb. It's a miracle that he survived this long without proper treatment, " Ovil Matuse began to explain on seeing Henry startled. "He should have gotten better than this but the change of environment affected him a lot and we started with treatments to make him adapt first instead of treating his condition with herbs, we had to travel far and wide to get the herbs used to make the concoctions for him."

Ovil Matuse stopped when he got to Henry's front, he stared him in the eyes for a second and then walked to his back to close the door.

Henry turned his neck for the first time since he entered the room and watched Ovil walk to the bed. The bed was clean and firm like it had never been touched.

"He doesn't like to sleep in his bed always, that's why we provided a head pad for his wheelchair." Ovil continued. "The only thing keeping him alive is our herbs and sometimes, I feel like he wants to communicate to him that I should let him die but I remember promising him sometime ago that I would never let him go."

"Can I talk to him now?" Henry asked in a very calm voice, staring at Ovil's face. He sounded so weak, like someone who had been defeated.

Ovil stared at him, wondering if he had been listening to the explanation he had been making. He however understood what his state of mind could be like. He was it would be difficult to recover from the shock especially if he hadn't been told how sick his friend was.

"You can talk to him but he cannot reply you," Ovil replied. "The last time he was able to make any sound was five months ago and even then, no one could hear his words."

With very low and heavy steps, Henry proceeded forward and stopped before his long time friend. Wilson rose and stepped back. Henry went down slowly and placed a knee on the floor, he grabbed both palms of Rex's hands as he stared deeply into his eyes. Tears filled his eyes slowly and he tilted his head backward and closed his eyes for a moment to ensure the tears did not drop. He sniffed in and stared in Rex's eyes again. He then turned his neck to Ovil again and said in a frustrated tone. "How did this happen?"

Ovil seemed confused and he stared at Wilson's face in response, believing Wilson was the best in position to answer the question.

Henry turned his focus to Wilson's face when he saw Ovil staring at the young man. He remembered all Wilson's previous explanations before they got to Kebba, how Wilson had kept on mentioning that he made the phone calls for Rex, including the phone call to Ovil and to Tanko. He now realized the reason for that must have been Rex's slurred speech. But Wilson had not given him complete details about the illness, he had only given the idea that it was a serious one.

"What happened Wilson?" Henry asked again, now staring at Wilson intently.

"I don't have the full details but I can only tell what happened after the day he met me," Wilson replied.

Henry repositioned his body to listen to Wilson.

Wilson began to narrate all he could remember and Morris listened attentively, unable to add to the discussion, everything began to play in his mind again just like it had happened.

FLASHBACK

April 4, 2015

17:03PM

Kunt, Irel State,

Bethanna.

It was a sunny Saturday. Wilson was in the house playing video games with Sophia. It was one of those periods they had time together. He was on leave from his work as a cleaner in the hospital and she was also on her first semester break from school.

They lived in a small apartment of two rooms, the first doubling as the living room and as the "sleeping room" for Wilson. He had his bags and most of his properties in the second room which was the main bedroom but he decided to leave the room to his sister alone. The living room had two sofas in it, a long three seater and a one-seater. The three seater was where Wilson passed the night on ever since they began to stay in the apartment. An ancient television and a DVD player was also in the living room with the game consoles and pads. A fan hung at the center of the room while the white florescent bulb hung on top at the middle of the wall by the left side. It had two windows which had two thick curtains covering them, one by the left and the other at the front, opposite the television.

"You're sure not going to win tonight," Sophia boasted with smiles as she made the choice of an avatar using the controls on the game pad.

"That's what you say everytime," Wilson replied.

"This time is different," she chuckled.

"Let's see how different it would be," Wilson smiled.

His phone began to ring just after they had finished choosing the avatars. He got up from the floor where they were sitting close to the Tv and walked to the three-seater to pick the phone ringing there.

He stared at the unsaved number calling him and frowned. He had received calls from the same number twice that day but everytime he picked, he heard nothing from the other side. He returned to the front of the television, contemplating for a while whether or not to answer the call again. Before he finished deciding, the phone stopped ringing. He sat and placed the phone down beside him and then picked the game pad to continue his game.

"Why didn't you answer it?" Sophia asked.

"I've been called twice by the same number today and I hear nothing from the other end," Wilson replied. "It could be a kid playing around with his parents' phone."

The call wasn't returned neither was there another immediately. They continued with their game. Thirty minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

"Who's at the door?" Sophia asked.

There was no response. The knock sounded a second time. They both looked at the door this time around.

"Who is there?" Sophia asked again. There still came no response.

They stared at each other in the face. The knock sounded a third time.

Wilson got up slowly from his seat. He had thought initially that the person at the door was one of Sophia's friends that comes to greet her usually. He walked slowly to the door.

"Who's it?" he asked again as he put his hand on the knob, but still unwilling to open without getting a response first.

"Wilson, please open the door." He heard a weak voice say from outside.

He couldn't recognise the voice but the person had just called him like someone who knew him well.

He used the other hand to unlock with the key in the keyhole before turning the knob.

A bruised looking Morris staggered into the house, his right hand grabbing the left shoulder at the top. He tottered to the one seater and sank into it.

"Morris!" Wilson cried out and quickly locked the door.

Sophia turned and expressed shock on seeing him walk in. She got up and moved closer to him.

"What happened?" Wilson asked, with deep concern in his eyes.

"Get me a cup of water first," Morris ordered, still holding his shoulder.

Sophia rushed to get the cup of water and was back in few seconds. Henry took the cup with his left hand and gulped down the content, he handed it back to Sophia.

"You are bleeding," Morris cried out on seeing the blood on Morris' shoulder.

Morris closed his eyes and rested his back calmly, trying to catch his breath.

"I need your help," he finally said to Wilson when he opened his eyes.

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PRESENT

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"Didn't he tell you what happened?" Henry questioned Wilson. He got up to his feet, having been feeling discomfort in his ankles with the way he squatted.

"He did," Wilson squinted at the ceiling again.

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FLASHBACK CONTINUES

20:39PM

Wilson and his sister watched in horror as Morris screamed while taking out the bullet from his shoulder. The lead object fell to the floor and Morris took a deep drag of breath it, his eyes widened in pain. He kept on breathing in and out deeply for a while.

He was on the three seater sofa with his shirt already torn off from his body. There were bandages and plasters on different parts of his belly and chest.

A pack of ice which he had placed on the surface of the shot to numb the wound was still on the pan on the floor. Beside it was an almost empty bottle of Whiskey which he had to take several swigs of to dull the pain as much as possible. There was a lowly burning stove beside Sophia and a bowl of clean water.

Morris turned after some seconds to look at Wilson's face and he seemed to understand what was wanted as Morris had already giving him instructions earlier. He applied some few drops of alcohol on the large piece of cotton wool and handed it over to Morris. Morris began to clean round the surface of the wound with the piece, grunting in pains as his hand gently squeezed the wool massaged the area.

"Increase the intensity of the stove," he said in a gruff voice to Sophia and she obeyed immediately. He handed the knife by the handle to Wilson. "I need the blade hot, you can bring the stove closer to me."

Thirty minutes later

With the help of Sophia and Wilson, Morris was able to get his wound dressed. Still shirtless, he remained on the three seater sofa, his back at the corner between the armrest and backrest. Sophia was sitting on the one-seater adjacent him while Wilson sat at the other end of the three seater.

"We can't stay here tonight and we also have to leave town first thing tomorrow morning," Morris spoke after a long time of silence.

"Why?" Wilson questioned.

"They would come looking for me," Morris replied.

"Who are they?"

The fear written on the faces of Wilson and his sister was so obvious. They knew from the instant Morris came in that there was danger, maybe not just for him but for them too if they helped him but they could not have rejected helping him, he had been a great help to them in the past.

"Some men we executed a job for," Morris finally answered. "They're definitely going to come in search for me."

"I don't understand," Wilson frowned.

"It's not time to explain, go in and take few of your things and let's leave here as soon as possible." Morris said and sat up, showing his readiness to start moving. "Get me one of your big shirts," he said to Wilson. His own shirt had been stained with blood and was so wet.

Wilson and Sophia stared at each other for a moment. They didn't know where to start from or even if they should follow him but they knew he would never hurt them.
Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 11:28pm On May 03, 2020
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PRESENT

"He told me the two of you worked for an organization that betrayed you," Wilson continued the explanation. "He said it was time for them to pay the both of you but they refused, instead they sent assassin to you. He said he wasn't sure if you were still alive," Wilson paused and stared at Henry's face. "We left the house that night and slept in an uncompleted building, we left town as early as four o'clock the next morning."

"And where did he take you to?" Henry asked.

Wilson stopped and stared at Morris face for a moment. Morris remained still in his wheelchair and didn't make even a blink of the eyes.

Wilson continued his narration. "We kept changing locations daily, from Kunt to Ogbe to Rael and finally to Osti. We stayed together in Osti for a month."

"And nothing happened during that month?" Henry asked.

"My sister was still on break and did not miss any class yet," Wilson continued. "Morris was not always too well, I kept going into town to get drugs for him but I think he needed more than self medication. He later confessed to me that the wounds he had in his belly were bullet wounds and that he had not been able to treat himself well because he was still been pursued by the assassins, his case got worsened and he developed some infections."

"Why didn't he get a doctor or go to a good hospital?" Henry questioned even though he knew the likely reasons that wouldn't have been possible.

"I told him several times but he always said the assassins would locate him immediately he starts to receive treatment from a registered hospital and the smaller hospitals had no facilities enough to take care of him," Wilson replied. "Another challenge was getting money, he was always being careful not to be traced."

Henry could now connect all that had happened and all that he had seen. The reason Rex had gone to his lawyer to change the deal was because he couldn't go to his own personal lawyer to avoid being nabbed there.

"So, what happened?" Henry asked and then turned slowly to Ovil, squinting his eyes at him. "You said he had a fall, how did that happen?"

Ovil frowned and stared at Wilson's face instead of answering.

"Morris' condition was getting worse, so after thirty days in Osti, he had to leave us." Wilson continued, having everybody's eyes fixed on him again. "He gave me a phone, an access card and a debit card and another device. He told me I couldn't reach him but he was able to reach us whenever he wanted to. My sister returned to her school in Bexford, I was left alone in Osti. Morris called few days after he left and told me he was had located an hospital where he could get treated."

FLASHBACK

May 22, 2015

17:48PM

Benuit, Bethanna.

"The wounds were not properly treated," the female doctor complained, staring at the patient with a frown on her face.

A male doctor was at the other side and two nurses assisting them were also in the room. The doctor and nurses had gloves protecting their hands. The patient was laying flat with his eyes closed in bed, his shirt was off and his well built chest covered with wounds was bare.

"We need a scan," the second doctor noted after taking a further look with the aid of the equipments. "I think there's a bullet still hiding somewhere, it has caused some infections and we have to take it out before it causes more damage."

"Let's go straight to the scan then," the female doctor said. She stared at the patient's face as she began to take off her hand gloves. "I'll go get it set up," she said and turned towards the door.

Morris could hear the footsteps of the doctor in the silent room as she walked to the door. He opened his eyes and saw the male doctor and the two nurses still by the bedside.

"How long would this treatment take?" He asked in a gentle voice, looking directly at the doctor.

The doctor stared at him first with a suspicious look before answering. "We can only know that after the scan," he replied. "We need to be sure of the amount of damage that has been done first before we decide the treatment that needs to be applied but it's obvious you're going to be here for more than a week."

Morris smiled to himself, knowing he wasn't planning to stay in the hospital for more than three days. He knew the results of the scan would make the doctors more suspicious of him and they would probably send information about him to the police in the town. It would also take the police intelligent department the next day to search details about him and if they weren't looking for a criminal who was shot at the same time he was, they would forward the information to the headquarters. And even though the police wasn't looking for someone like him, the danger would be that the information would also get to the men hunting for his life and they would in no time come for him.

"I would need printed copies of the scan results," Morris said to the doctor.

"Do you have someone coming to meet you?" The doctor asked.

"Yeah, my brother would be coming here soon." Morris replied.

May 24, 2015

08:12AM

It was Morris third day of being in the hospital. A surgery had been carried out on him on the second day and the bullet trapped in his body had been taken out. His system had been washed clean of the infection and he was placed on intravenous therapy to help him regain strength.

When he woke up that morning, he knew it was time to leave. The breakfast he ordered for was brought to him and he was assisted by a nurse in eating the food. After the nurse left, he began to plan how to leave the hospital. His treatment wasn't perfected yet but he believed the most important part had been done.

08:30AM

About five Sonata vehicles drove speedily into the hospital compound, the nurses and staffs of the emergency section rushed out immediately n readiness to tackle the situation but they were stupefied when the vehicles parked wrongly on the road and roughly dressed thugs stepped out of the vehicles.

From the back seat of the first vehicle, a lightly disguised Richard Brad stepped out. He was putting on a black suit jacket on a shredded blue jean, he had a dark eye goggles covering his eyes and held a small pistol in his right hand.

He led the men hurriedly into the hospital and walked straight to the reception, he demanded for them to lead them to the ward where Tammy Rand was. Seeing the number of thugs in the hospital and the weapons in their hands, the nurses searched the information and gave it to them out of fear immediately.

Richard pushed away and kicked any body that tried to come his way as they forced a nurse to lead them to the ward with the information provided. He pushed away a man dressed in the cleaners overall who almost collided with him at the sharp turn. He proceeded hurriedly with his men first to the office of the doctor in charge of the patient. The cleaner who was pushed to the floor picked himself up and the tools after the thugs had walked away.

Richard Brad forcefully made the doctor and nurses lead them to the ward. He stopped and ordered everyone to pause when they got to the door. He looked back to ensure the rest of the men who were there with him were ready with their weapons, then he pointed two of the men to lead the attack in.

He stepped back as the men opened the door and rushed in with their weapons, he followed shortly after with the doctor and nurse. The bed was empty.

"What the hell is this?" He shouted angrily at the doctor. The shivering doctor stared at the nurse's face.

"He was here," the nurse walked hurriedly to the bed. "I helped him take breakfast some minutes ago."

Richard Brad breathed out heavily and turned his face towards the door to the toilet in the ward which wasn't perfectly closed. One of his men kicked it open and rushed in.

"There's no one there," he said after stepping out.

"He was still so weak this morning, I helped him with breakfast." The nurse said again.

"He must be somewhere around," Richard Brad thundered. "Spread out and search around," he ordered and then picked out his phone to make a call to those outside the hospital and at the reception to be on guard.

80 minutes after

Richard Brad and his thugs had searched everywhere in the hospital and around without seeing any sign of Morris. Brad was about to call off the search and leave the place but was asked by Kahn to turn back to the hospital and question the doctors in charge of the patient.

"What did you treat him for?" Brad questioned the female doctor.

"He had untreated bullet wounds and some minor internal injury," the doctor replied.

Brad relayed what he was told by the doctor to Elvis Kahn on phone.

"Ask her if anyone came to visit or ever asked of him and ask the nurses if they ever noticed anybody talking to him on phone or anything," the strategist voice sounded from the other end. Richard Brad could tell they were together. He had not met with both men but recognized their distinct voices through their several times of interaction via phone call.

"Did anyone visit him or did he talk about anyone coming?"

"No, no one came. He had no explanation when we asked for his family members or friends," the doctor replied and then squinted on remembering something. "He asked for hard copies of his scan results, he said he wanted to show them to someone."

"Did mention who the person was?"

"He said he was his brother but the brother never visited," the doctor answered.

"Can I have copies of the scan?"

The doctor walked quickly to her table and began to search through the files.

Brad returned to his phone call. "He had no visitors but I'm requesting for copies of his scan results which he got from them."

"Also request for deeper details about his treatment," the strategist said.

Brad was on his way out of the place twenty minutes later. He got a call from Elvis Kahn as they drove out through the gate.

"Scan and send pictures of those scan results to us as soon as possible, also send every detail of the treatment." he heard the strategist say.

"Right away sir," Brad replied.

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PRESENT

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"He called me again on the third day and told me he had left the hospital," Wilson said and paused to take a seat on the bed. "I asked why he left the hospital without waiting for treatment and he said the assassins had traced him to the place and he was leaving to continue treatment in a smaller hospital."

"He said so?" Henry interjected.

"Yes," Wilson nodded. "He said the government hospital had done the major aspect and he could continue the treatment elsewhere but not immediately."

"So, what happened afterwards?"

"That night, he called again and said he was on his way to a hospital contrary to what he told me earlier. He said the pains were unbearable and he had no first aid facility to help himself," Wilson continued his narration. "He called me when he got to the hospital and told me he was receving treatment already. That night, he also told me the use of the other device he left with me, he said I could use it to find his location at any point in time and that I could use it if I didn't hear from him within a period of twenty four hours. We spoke the next day and he was fine until the day after, I didn't hear from him. I tried reaching him but I could not connect. I decided to use the device to find his location. It showed me a point in the Oso Rock and that was where I found him, at the bottom of the rock, terribly injured and almost dead. He would have died if I did not get there early enough."

"Do you know how he got to the bottom of the pit?" Henry asked Wilson, with his face full of expression of inner pain. Oso rock was close to a kilometre above the ground level. Henry imagined how painful and hurting falling from that distance could have been. He was sure it wasn't a straight fall, if it was, there would have been no way he would have survived it.s

"I'm not sure, his speech has been slurred since then and he found it difficult to tell me anything. I could only pick out that the assassins pursued him to the rocks and he had a fight with them on top, he was outnumbered. He either fell from the top or was pushed. I arrived there minutes after his fall, it was a miracle that I still found him alive."

Henry let out a deep breath and looked at Rex's face. He could see the pain written all over. His friend had really gone through a lot and he probably would have gone through the same or even worse ordeal if he wasn't lucky to have been taken to Anthanna by men traveling on the sea. There was however some things Henry had not been able to deduce from Wilson's narration. He didn't know what happened before Morris got to Wilson's house, he also didn't know how the Wolves whom Wilson thought were assassins found Morris in the smaller hospital.

Tears filled Rex's eyes. He wished he could talk to his friend Carl. He wished he could tell him how he got to escape death from the Wolves on the night their families were killed, he wished he could explain that the Wolves had found him in the smaller hospital through the scan results - they had sent the results as a memo to all doctors and hospitals in Bethanna, stating that any patient who presented such should be reported to the police.

he felt the pain again as he remembered how he struggled down the Oso rock, how he would grip a pointed edge of the rock for few seconds before it would give way, how he would roll and hit his body against the rock until he caught a grip of another point which would break after some few seconds of holding on. He was lucky to have finally fallen into the water at the bottom of the rock which was deep then because of the rainy season. He had crawled out of the water weakly to the dry land at the bottom to hide. Wilson had thought he found him early,not knowing Morris had been out there long enough for his wet clothes to get dried by the sun.

Henry squatted in front of his friend again and they stared deeply into each other's eyes. Rex wished Carl had never found him. How in the world would he be able to tell him that the Wolves never took his eyes off him even at the bottom of the pit.

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Benuit Bethanna.

"Hello Hutton, I hope you have good news," Elvis Kahn said into his phone as he walked into the living room.

"Yeah Kahn, Carl Winston has just found his friend. He's getting into our hands already."

Kahn smiled to himself. He praised Hutton in his heart. He remembered when Hutton had advised that they leave Rex alive since he was already incapacitated that he could be of use to them in the future, most of the executives including him had disagreed but Hutton insisted.

"Thank you Hutton, for insisting we kept him alive, now he is indeed useful. You are indeed a great asset to the Wolves."

Read Episode 81 here - https://youngicee.com/2019/08/restless-episode-81.html
Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by hotswagg12: 8:41am On May 04, 2020
Oyinprince:
Lol, 5 years ke. Even Tarasha that was long wasn't up to 5 years. Work doesn't give me time to write fiction, that's why I've dedicated only Saturdays for Restless.
I was exaggerating when I said 5years, Restless is a very interesting story and your fans can't get enough of it especially when it's full of suspense and intrigues. And waiting for a whole week to get an update isn't helpful at all but since you said you are always busy, we will keep following it up but hope there will be an improvement some day in the number of updates a week.

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Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 9:52am On May 04, 2020
hotswagg12:
I was exaggerating when I said 5years, Restless is a very interesting story and your fans can't get enough of it especially when it's full of suspense and intrigues. And waiting for a whole week to get an update isn't helpful at all but since you said you are always busy, we will keep following it up but hope there will be an improvement someday in the number of updates a week.
Thanks for understanding. I hope I get enough time too to write more too
Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 9:54am On May 04, 2020
Restless - Episode 81

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Benuit Bethanna.

"Hello Hutton, I hope you have good news," Elvis Kahn said into his phone as he walked into the living room.

"Yeah Kahn, Carl Winston has just found his friend. He's getting into our hands already."

Kahn smiled to himself and praised Hutton in his heart. He remembered when Hutton had advised that they leave Rex alive since he was already incapacitated that he could be of use to them in the future, most of the executives including him had disagreed but Hutton insisted.

"Thank you Hutton, for insisting we kept him alive, now he is indeed useful. You are indeed a great asset to the Wolves."

Hutton chuckled at his end and there was silence for few seconds before Kahn spoke again.

"So, what's our next step?" Kahn questioned.

"He's at Kebba where Rex is, we can't attack or kill him yet," Hutton replied. "But I've got my eyes on his every movement."

"Is he alone?" Kahn asked.

"He isn't of course but I'm yet to ascertain how many people he has working with him. That's one of the reasons we can't attack him yet?"

"Are the people working with him that important? Wouldn't it all end if we just kill him?" Kahn asked, already sounding very impatient to see the end of Carl Winston.

"We don't know the calibre of people he has gathered together," Hutton replied. "We can't tell if they are people who also have scores to settle with us. We also don't know how much information they have about us already, we need to find out all these before ending his life, else we would still be left with a major problem after his death."

"I see," Kahn hummed. He was still unsatisfied with Hutton's explanation and still wished for Carl Winston to be killed immediately but he also trusted Hutton's judgement and believed Hutton would take the right step.

"Do remember we are keeping this information to ourselves," Hutton reminded Kahn before the call ended.

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For close to ten minutes, the room was completely silent. All ten guards which Ovil had brought in with them had been dismissed. Samantha had sat on the space in between Ovil and Wilson at the edge of the bed while Henry remained in his squatting position before Rex.

Rex wished he could speak out. He wished he could tell his friend to leave immediately and forget about him completely or until he was successful with his mission. From the day he had seen in the news the death of Richard Brad and the kidnap of Henderson, he had known Carl was back and he immediately began to plan his movement from Vincil to somewhere far where Carl would find it difficult to locate him. Now that Carl had found him, he was not only going to become a liability and a distraction to his revenge mission but he was also like an easy bait by the Wolves for his friend.

He knew from his falling off the Oso rock and crawling out of the water to the edge that the Wolves had not left him yet. He knew they were lurking around and the only reason they had left him alive was because he already appeared decapacitated at the bottom of the rock. He felt and saw signs of them watching him even when Wilson got him to the hospital that day. All through his two months of stay in the hospital, he knew they had kept watch on him. He wasn't even expecting to leave the hospital alive, he had thought he would sleep and not wake up one day, and everytime he saw Wilson in the hospital, he always felt like saying goodbye to the young man but he could not speak at all.

He survived the two months in the hospital and he was fully conscious again but paralyzed in almost in every part of his body. He was only able to move his neck upwards and very rarely his fingers. His speech was also slurred, he could communicate but it would have to take great effort of the listener to pick his words - an art which Wilson mastered later. The Doctor reported that he had gotten a severe brain injury from the fall and now dysarthria and tetraplegia and would need to undergo surgery in a hospital that had the necessary facilities which was absent in Bethanna. He was referred to a hospital in Indian and another in Anthanna and only needed money for the trip and treatment. Rex had the money, but he was conscious that the Wolves had their eyes on him. He knew they must have also gotten the doctor's report on his health and would be expecting him to make a move to travel. He was certain they had a greater reason for letting him remain alive, but at that moment, he never thought it would be to use him as a bait for Carl. Only on the night he found out that Carl was back did he also realize that the Wolves had kept him for the same reason.

He left the hospital with Wilson to the residence in Osti where he continued taking his medications and planning his movement, being conscious of the Wolves watching eyes. He was able to give instructions to Wilson with his slurred speech to procure some devices which he began to use to make moves, Wilson's hands being his hands, legs being his legs and mouth being his mouth to communicate to others. He was able to securely move out of Osti to another location after which they moved to Vincil securely. Rex was sure his moves had made the Wolves lose track of him for a while but due to his inability and condition, he didn't wipe all traces and the Wolves were able to get their location again through Wilson's sister, Sophia. After realizing that he would probably never be able to escape the Wolves in his condition, he pleaded with Wilson to leave him alone and go somewhere far with his sister, so that their lives would not be endangered like his but Wilson refuse and stuck to him, hiding the information and their deals totally away from Sophia. He however never told Wilson the whole truth, he never told him about the FOX Agency. All Wilson believed was that some bad guys were after Morris' life.

"We have to move him out of here," Henry spoke after a long silence.

Rex's heart began to beat fast on hearing Carl's words. What he greatly feared was already coming to pass, Carl was already being distracted by him.

"Where are you taking him to?" Ovil asked.

"To somewhere he can get quick modern treatment," Henry got up from his squatting position and turned to Ovil. "I know you guys are doing a good job but I just need to move him."

"I don't blame your decision to move him," Ovil said and got up to his feet. "But this man here made me promise never to let anyone take hin from here."

Henry looked at Ovil's face, they stared each other in the eyes. "Can't you see he needs to be taken away?"

"We're doing our best on him, the herbs are working." Ovil replied.

"Don't you see his condition has gotten worse?" Henry asked with his voice sounding pained. "He was brought with a slurred speech but now doesn't talk anymore, who knows what would happen next if he doesn't get better treatment."

"I explained that it happened only because he was reacting to change in environment," Ovil argued. "Do you think he wouldn't have died if our treatment wasn't working at all?"

Henry thought about it. It was true Rex wouldn't have survived that long if the treatment was totally ineffective but he still didn't want to believe that the reason Rex couldn't speak at all was the change in environment.

"Please Ovil, let us take him out of here, he needs to be taken elsewhere," Henry pleaded calmly.

"I would not allow that, I don't go back on my promise." Ovil said, shaking his head to emphasize his stance.

"Even if it means the person you promised is dying?" Henry raised his voice slightly.

Ovil turned for a moment and stared at Rex's face, his facial expression softened and for a moment he seemed to be considering a change of mind. He turned back to Henry and shook his head again. "He's not dying and he's going to get better here," he said and turned away. He walked to the window and dropped the curtains, then he turned on a switch and the fairly bright bulb at the centre of the ceiling came on.

Henry remained at the same spot while Ovil walked around and returned where he was standing in front of Henry.

"When is he going to be able to speak?" Henry finally asked after a moment of staring in Ovil's eyes and seeing that he was unwilling to change his stance of keeping Rex there.

"Soon enough," Ovil replied and glanced at Rex again. "Few weeks ago, he couldn't move his neck but he's moving it slightly now."

Henry took in a breath. He stared at Rex's face for a while and then looked at Ovil again. Ovil stared back at him.

"Please, let us take him out of here." he pleaded once more staring deeply into the man's eyes.

"No," Ovil replied in the same calm tone. He glanced at Rex for the last time before he turned. "I'm going to prepare his meal and drugs for tonight," he said before proceeding out of the room, leaving the visitors alone with Rex.

Henry marched slowly towards Rex and squatted in front of him. He looked into his eyes deeply with a reassuring look and light smile.

"My friend, I'm going to ensure you get out of here and get better treatment." He said in whispers. "You will be well again, I promise."
Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 9:54am On May 04, 2020
Episode 81 contd




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Bexford, Bethanna.
19:20PM

"The post-mortem reports says he died of food poisoning," Sandra said as she entered into the passenger's side of the car and jammed the door. She handed over the document in her hand to Steve who was sitting at the driver's side.

He turned on the inner light of the vehicle before taking the document from her. He scanned through quickly and handed it back to her.

"Does this mean he poisoned himself and dropped dead beside the public bin?" Steve asked rhetorically, thinking aloud to himself.

"That's what it seems like but from all indications, our past investigation reports proves something else happened." Sandra replied.

"If the post-mortem reports says he was poisoned, then he was truly poisoned but the question is, did he poison himself or someone else did?" Steve asked, slowly turning his face to her again.

"I would have to find that out tomorrow," Sandra let out a breath.

"Good job so far," Steve commended as he pulled the seatbelt to lock it. "Seems everybody on the team is been doing so well already."

"Have you heard from Dan and Evelyn?" Sandra asked, pulling on her seatbelt too.

"Yeah, they are doing quite well." Steve replied after starting the car engine. He turned on the indicator and looked into the side mirror to check for cars on the road.

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Kebba, South Husan.
20:35PM

Samantha let out a breath as they turned into the road and she caught sight of the hotel building from afar, she couldn't wait to devour the meal they had gotten on their way back. She was sitting in the backseat of the car while Wilson was at the front with Henry, the nylon bag containing the three packs of food was at the backseat with Samantha.

The day had been eventful and full of surprises, especially for Henry. The biggest surprise which was discovering that his once mighty friend was now so weak and helpless. He spoke no word to anyone as they drove back to the hotel. His eyes were bloodshot and his heart full of rage. It took application of self control gotten as a FOX Agent over the years for him to be able to bottle up his anger and drive without colliding into anyone or anything. The fire was burning in his bones and it made him so restless. It was a fire of revenge, revenge for his friend, his family and his friend's family.

He proceeded straight into the hotel after parking outside, Wilson and Samantha followed behind but at a slower pace. He got into the hotel room and sat at the edge of the bed burying his face in his palms for a moment.

After a while, he got up and proceeded to the locker where he had kept his phone before leaving. He unlocked it quickly and opened the dial pad. He dialed doctor Alan's number.

"Hey boss, I've been worried about you, I couldn't reach you all day." Doctor Alan spoke first.

"Good evening doc, you should know you can't reach us because we're out of Bethanna. I can only reach you when I want."

"Oh! I see..."

"Hope you are doing fine," He replied.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Hope you are fine too, and is there any luck in finding Morris?"

"We got very close today doc, " Henry replied. "Very soon, it should be done."

"Wow! That's encouraging," the doctor said in a light mood.

"Doc," Henry called in a serious tone. "Can dysarthria and tetraplegia which has lingered for close to one year to be treated?"

"Uhmn..." the doctor took some time to think. "Well, it depends but it's rare. Dysarthria is caused by brain injury. We have very good doctors but I'm not sure we have enough facilities in Bethanna to take care of such conditions."

"But can it be treated?" Henry questioned.

"It depends on the cause, for most cases what the person gets may just be some more years to live. Some get to overcome the both conditions but they still have one or more part of their bodies which may tend to experience it some times and they have to live on drugs but like I said before, it all depends on the cause."

"Thank you doc, I'll talk to you later."

"Why do you..."

Henry did not allow the Doctor complete his words before he cut the call.

He dropped his phone on the bed and turned to look at Wilson who was eating already. Wilson hid his face and turned away as their eyes met.

A brief smile appeared on Henry's face as the look on Wilson's face at that moment brought back memories of his son, Kellar, to him. He frowned again and clenched his fists.

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April 3, 2016
07:50AM

Unknown Location

Hutton stirred the tea in the mug gently with the teaspoon in it. His eyes was fastened to the computer screen while his right hand was placed on the mouse. Beside the laptop on the table were three phones and an earpiece. There was also an unknown flat device of a cuboidal shape beside the phones, it had a timer at the left side and an handle on top. On the computer screen was the magnified image of the unnamed device but with the parts well labeled.

He clicked the arrow to move to the next image after few minutes of studying the first. The second image had the device split into four parts with each part named. He switched to the next image, it contained the first part of the unnamed device, well magnified and having each component numbered. At the left part of the image, the components of the parts were listed with their numbers and a brief summary of their functions stated in front of them.

He paused to drink from the tea cup before he began to study the image. A minute after, he took another sip before clicking onto the next image. The whole study took him close to ten minutes to complete after which he switched to a text document. He copied a set of codes on the first line of the document and switched to another application. He clicked on Ctrl + F after the application loaded, a dialog box opened and he pasted the copied code into it and clicked the enter key. Few seconds later, he got results from the command issued and began to study them one after the other.

He stopped and turned in his swivel backward when he seemed to have gotten reasonable facts from his work. He stared thoughtfully at the ceiling for a moment before turning back to pick one of the phones on the table. He dialed Kahn's number.

"Good morning Kahn, how is it today?" he said into his mouthpiece and waited to get his reply. "I'm also doing well," he answered before proceeding to his reason for calling. "What's the name of the new girl?"

"Florence Brown," Kahn replied from the other end.

"Have you met her in person?"

"No but Daysman and Aaron has." Kahn replied.

"I need her to go to Anthanna tomorrow, there's someone she needs to find and kill in El Deols. Get her email address and send to me, I'll forward the details to her and copy you."

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08:25AM
Kebba, South Husan

The sound of knocking at the door jerked Henry off from sleep. He sat up and took a look at Wilson who was still fast asleep by his side in the bed. He rolled out of the bed and proceeded to the table to pick the beards je used for disguise. He had black shorts on and a white armless top.

"Who's there?" he asked as he got to the door. He knew for sure it couldn't be the hotel workers as room service wasn't one of the services rendered there.

"Me, Ern," the voice replied from behind the door.

Henry dragged in a breath and then opened the door to let Ern in. He closed the door after Ern walked in and locked with the key.

"Good morning," Ern said in his usual accent, slightly different from the Kebban accent. He looked at sleeping Wilson for a while and then turned again to Henry. "Here yesterday three times, you not here."

"You gave us incomplete information man, we almost got into trouble." Henry complained, frowning at him as he walked to sit on the plastic chair.

"How?" Ern questioned.

"You never told us Ovil Matuse was getting ordained as a Priest and that it was a taboo to see him before the ordination."

"I knew not," Ern replied. "I find out after the festival Ovil Matuse is one of the new priests."

Henry shrugged and turned to pick his wallet on the table.

"You see your friend?" Ern asked, walking closer to Henry.

"Ermm... Is there any store I can purchase batteries around here?" Henry asked, deliberately ignoring Ern's question.

"Batteries, type?"

Henry took out a small dry cell battery from a device to show him.

"Yes, at the front here." Ern replied.

"Can we go together?" Henry got up from the seat holding his wallet. He took out his face cap from his bag and put it on before proceeding to the door.

'When you leave with your friend?" Ern questioned as they proceeded outside the hotel.

Henry ignored his question again and asked another. "How many people use phones in this Kebba?"

"Few, only business centres and rich ones." Ern answered.

"So why does Ovil Matuse not posses a phone?" Henry asked, more to himself than Ern. To him, Ovil Matuse who was that popular should have enough money to possess a phone.

"Such materials not allowed in the Home Of Sacrifice, priests and stewards not allowed to posses such."

"Oh!" Henry shook his head.

Henry stopped after taking three steps outside the hotel building. Ern also stopped and looked back at him wondering why he stopped. Henry looked around for a moment and then changed direction towards the car.

He took out the car keys from his back pocket and beckoned on Ern to follow him.

"Not far, just here." Ern protested as he got close to the passenger's side.

"Get in," Henry ordered.

Ern sighed and stepped in.

Henry turned and stared at him. "Since when did Kebba start using CCTV?"

Ern frowned wondering why he was asking such question, he understood what was meant by CCTV because he had seen it in movies.

"No CCTV everywhere, only places near the Local Government Office CCTV."

Henry frowned. He hoped Ern was sure of what he was talking about. He had noticed two security cameras on poles immediately they stepped out of the hotel building. He hadn't seen them the day they arrived and the day before because he had no opportunity to look around and it was also dark, especially the previous day when they had to leave so early for the Home of Sacrifice.

"Are you sure there are no security cameras around the streets and roads?"

Ern squinted at Henry, he looked confused. He shook his head. "Don't sure," he shrugged, deciding to say he was not sure rather than give false information.

"You're not sure?"

Ern nodded.

"Okay, let's get the batteries now." he said and stepped out of the car again. Ern stepped out with him, his face covered with confusion.

They got the batteries and returned to the hotel in five minutes. Henry met his phone ringing when they stepped into the room. Cole was calling.

"Hey boss!"

"Cole," Henry answered.

"I need to visit Anthanna, I got some clues to the source of the codes and I need to find the developer."

"When would you like to make the trip?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"Okay, be safe." Henry replied.

Henry held the phone tightly in his palm after the call ended. The mention of Anthanna had brought back memories of Sheila to his mind. He remembered all that she did for him, how she helped him escape facing the same plight or even worse than Rex had faced.

He thought of how she could be of help to him in safe guarding and also treating Rex but he discarded the thought immediately. He remembered he did not want to get her involved in his mission and how he could be putting her life in danger.

Another thought struck his mind. What if he visited Anthanna with Cole? It could give him the opportunity to see her again and even explain his actions better to her and he could even get to know some of the things she wanted to show him.

His heart continued to beat so fast as he thought of it. It seemed like a difficult decision to make.

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