Quinyoudee:
I vowed never to read uncompleted stories again and I'm regretting when I read this one, if not for lock down what would I be doing here? please some1 should recommend a completed lit. for me.

EkopSparoAyara:


Sorry dearie, Souloho19 is one writer who doesn't leave his story incomplete, I think he's going through a hard time.. He'll bounce back..

You can read his other completed stories..

Delayed Diagnosis, it's a prequel to The Hole In The Wall..

Also, read up The Devil Wears Okrika, it's a great story.. Trust me you won't regret it..

Check out stories from the likes of Larrysun, Centino, Damselposh, EvaJael, Ironkurtain, Divepen and Kayo80.

EvaJael:

Thanks for the recommendation dear

Solly1:
Oga Soul... Na ur boy o. Why you no come help us complete this awesome story na...?

BTW, 12/4/20 is my birthday, please kindly update before or on that date...

Thanks and God bless..
#StayHome
#StaySafe

EkopSparoAyara:


Sorry dearie, Souloho19 is one writer who doesn't leave his story incomplete, I think he's going through a hard time.. He'll bounce back..

You can read his other completed stories..

Delayed Diagnosis, it's a prequel to The Hole In The Wall..

Also, read up The Devil Wears Okrika, it's a great story.. Trust me you won't regret it..

souloho19:


Bless you bro

souloho19:


Bless you bro

souloho19:

Kaycee9242:
Souloho19 thanks so much for d recap i honestly appreciate but don't let the motive behind it to be defeated by taking so much time to update.

EkopSparoAyara:


This man.. Where have you been.. I was sincerely worried about you..
Am happy to hear from you..
Please drop your email address..

Kaycee9242:
Souloho19 thanks so much for d recap i honestly appreciate but don't let the motive behind it to be defeated by taking so much time to update.

queenbetsy:
Thanks for the recap Souloho19

It really brought back the story

Welcome back daddie!

souloho19:


Gracias!! Glad to see you’re no longer angry with me concerning Rex’s death

souloho19:


Gracias!! Glad to see you’re no longer angry with me concerning Rex’s death

souloho19:


Lemme just drop this on here


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Beatrice drove a Pathfinder jeep, which was still in considerably good shape, although it had spent a good deal of time at the panel beater's workshop over the years. Still she held on to the jeep firmly for sentimental reasons, refusing to sell it, even when she had to sell most of her gold for Uncle Betrand's dialysis weekly fee. Not to talk of the crazy amount she had invested into her elaborate kidnapping scheme. So intricate her plans had been and yet all it took was the blasted Sparrow to turn up and collect the baby. Still....she wouldn't call it a failure....even though it wasn't exactly a success.

The Pathfinder jeep had been a present from her uncle, a sort of hand me down but ever since he became incapacitated it meant more to her than ever. She didn't carry anyone in it. Ever! Okay apart from Christen, her baby cousin.

But yet, here she was, driving home with the chief's daughter in the passenger seat. With the way she hated the chief and everything associated with him, she had been quite perplexed to feel drawn to the withdrawn girl. And weirder was the fact that it wasn't physical or beyond physical at least Ada was a beautiful young woman, in the prime of nubility and she oozed sex appeal surely in exponential pheromones, aided by the ridiculously short dress she had been in. (Remember Ada had been on a date with her boyfriend, God rest his soul)

Maybe it was the haunted look in her eyes...for so long Beatrice had seen the look reflected in the mirror. Especially the moment Fomé died. Or to be apt, the moment she had lost her, which was the day she realized Fomé would always love Rex greater than she could love her.

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Ada remained silent in the car....it wouldn't be right to say her mind was far away cause it was nowhere and everywhere. Her thoughts were all over the place and still it felt like a deep void. A vast black space of nothingness where the only colours were the grim images of Bridge's blown face, his near perfect countenance, ruined in death and for all eternity. And also the mangled remains of 3F when she had stabbed her in the face repeatedly with the glass.

Strange that she'll go along with this lady who just turned up. Back at Brota, she had only looked at her and said "are you coming,?" after snapping at the cop lady who didn't want them to leave.

Ada had gotten up automatically and followed her. She couldn't really stand the high handed and self righteous bunch called Brota. For one, her family had been torn apart because of them and although she had never gone to visit her father not once....only her mother.
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Her father was a monster, or had been a monster... according to Emenike who was always disturbing her to 'go see the old man,' because he was a changed person

Apart from her grief, (craziness) she had felt a common bond with this woman. The woman definitely hated the Brota lot and since her bloody rebirth, Ada had come to realize she was strongly predisposed to hating Brota or to be specific, she felt indifferent for the rest but hated Rex. Oh God she hated him so much. That was what they had in common; They had the knowledge, they saw through the farcade, the media hero potrayal , the man of the year awards and key of the city gigs, the selfless hero potrayal, and the general public perception of Rex Obasi as a defender of the helpless.

He was a con man, a user, a mainpulative exploiter. She had been young and blind in love, swept off her feet by his effortless charm but it was just a game to him and he had played her and didn't even console(pun unintended )

Ada was more than comfortable with the silence, it was the perfect setting to explore her thoughtless thoughts.

"I'm sorry" The lady said suddenly

"For what?" This was the first time she was talking. Since her ordeal, she had been vocal only when she let out the strange cry which had strangely comforted her in her moment of madness.
Sss
"For whatever you went through," she handled the steering with one hand...her left hand, and placed her right over Ada's on the hand rest. .

To her surprise Ada found herself laughing. "I went through Rex Obasi..the bastard is the root cause of everything wrong with my life...." She stopped laughing and looked at the driver. "what's your name?"

"I'm Beatrice.."

"Okay Beatrice, you see Rex Obasi is the catalyst of everything...the son of a bitch ruined my love life...he broke my heart into a million pieces, and yet somehow I managed to move on...and Bridge was everything I could hope for and he too was taken from me." She looked at the driver. No...not just the driver anymore. Beatrice was her name. "And you know what Beatrice? Rex Obasi was also the cause of that too.

"What a bastard" Beatrice agreed without taking her eyes off the road. She noticed Ada didn't pull her hand away. It felt cold.
"I know exactly what you mean. Rex also ruined my first love."

She felt Ada glance at her. "You loved him too?."

"Oh no..." She snickered "God forbid...do you know Fomé?"

"Yes I..." It wasn't surprise that flickered on her face, just enlightenment. Her amygdala had since been stretched past it's emotional sensory input.

"So the both of you were in love?" She asked after sometime

"Yes.."

"So you're a..."

"Yes.." Beatrice glanced at her, "do you have a problem with that?"

Ada shrugged.

"Good"


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Clyde was the one who came up with the idea of calling Bami. He was basically at his wits end. Looking at what was likely to be the corpse of his boss, and his boss's father struggling not to break down but sobbing nonetheless.

PHe felt out of his depth. Put him in a 1 on 1 combat situation or even drop him in a house, unarmed with a handful of thugs, armed or not...he liked to believe he'll survive unscathed...at least he would know what to do...moves to make and which stealthy option to take.

But out here, standing beside the sobbing father who was kneeling over the corpse, Clyde hadn't the slightest idea what to do. So he called Bami.


"I'm going into the house...maybe there's something to find, some clue or evidence...to explain this" Kirsten glanced at the corpse when she said, 'to explain this'

Clyde was about to suggest she wait a bit for the fumes to totally clear out, but Bami picked the line.
"Hello sir...I'm at the house."

"Christ! Finally....what exactly is happening?"

Clyde updated him about the fire and the body.

"Good God...Clyde...don't let that body out of your sight. I repeat don't let it out of your sight. I'll make arrangements right now...I'll be there first thing in the morning"

"Roger that sir"

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The decision had been made on impulse but when Bami put down the phone he knew he had made the right choice. He should be with the family right now....and Olivia....oh God. Olivia
He checked his contacts and selected a profile, Dr. Car

As usual the line went straight to forwarding and Bami gritted his teeth. He'll have to drive to the teaching hospital, get Dr. Rasheed and arrange flights to benue by first light. They'll have to be discreet, keep a tight lid on the news until the doctor would be able to make a positive identification of the body.
Bami forced the conversation with Tonye out of his head and began to hope the body won't be a positive match.

He got up from the couch and walked to where Short Sam and his wife were huddled in front of the computer screen, keenly observing the strange ritual being captured on the camera.

Sparrow and Dagnet were standing facing each other. He seemed to be instructing her, then he held her, helped her raise her arms sideways and over her head then drop it slowly. There was something about his movement and even on the camera it was clear Dangnet's arms were knifing the air with a "swish" almost like she was flying....

Then he worked his hands down her thigh and helped her to stand on her tiptoes...no, on closer inspection, her feet were still planted on the ground but there was definitely some kind of stretch springing from her feet which corresponded with her hand movements.

"Sam...I have to leave, I Just received a very important call..." Bami looked at the screen, "what are they doing?"

"It looks soothing" Sam's wife commented dreamily. And true enough there was a detectable aura of serenity about the duo as they built some sort of rythm.

"Is anyone seeing the birds?" Sam asked incredulously. "At first it was just one, then two...now it's half a dozen"

True enough a couple of birds had formed some sort of semi circle...too close for the comfort of the average flighty bird. It was peculiar indeed. And even as they observed, another bird swooped in, bringing the semi circle closer to a circle.

"What kind of birds are these....their smaller than the normal common bird.." S.s wondered aloud

Bami squinted at the screen. "that's a Sparrow....Sparrow...wow" he looked at SS and his wife. "you understand? Sparrow as in his name."

Short Sam's eyes grew wide. "This man is a wizard."

Bami forced himself to look away from the screen "I need to head to Luth....just lock up and remain on lock down

S s also finally tore his eyes from the screen. "What's going on? Why do you have to go to Luth"

"Just need to check a lead and I'll pass by Andy and check up on him at the Apapa hospital first"

"Okay...but this is past 2...can't you wait for like 4 hours?"

Bami sighed impatiently "s.s you're safe in here, stop being such a wuss"

"Hey I'm not scared, I'm just being worried for you"

"Well thank you"


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Benue....


In the omirida residence, Olivia was worried about her husband. Still she had to struggle to keep a lid on her emotions because of Martha. Rex's mother was more hypertensive than not and even though she had been revived immediately she fainted and seemed to be doing well now or a bit better at least. She was clearly heartbroken about the news of the house. And also worried for the whereabout of her son. .

"Cynthia try the number again" she said to her eldest daughter.

"Mum the number isn't going. I'm sure the phone is dead once he charges it he'll call himself"

Martha winced at the word 'dead' even though it had been in relation to the phone's battery. Still....Cynthia didn't notice but Olivia did. Her heart began to race a little faster.

But then the farmiliar cry of Emma emerged from the room and Utebo placed her shoulder on Olivia who had began to turn the wheelchair

"Don't worry I'll rock her back to sleep_"

"No please....bring her to me....I need to...I need to hold her" Olivia said almost pleadingly

Utebo nodded with deep understanding. "Sure...I'll bring her....but Olivia....? Rex is alright okay? He's Rex now.... we'll see him by morning latest"

Olivia managed a smile, "thanks"

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After the instruction from Bami, Clyde stood guard firmly over the body. Even whipped out his badge although it was next to useless in Benue state.

"This body is our family, we'll arrange medical tests autopsy and burial, there's no way we'll dump him in a morgue.. we'll take it from here captain."

The captain argued at first then shrugged. His work was done. They had put out the fire. They weren't undertaker's, they combated fire.

"The police would be here any minute, you tell that to them. Load up guys, let's move!" He shouted at his men

Alli had finally straightened up. His eyes were dry now and clearer although still red. His mouth was also in a thin line.
"What do you mean?" He asked Clyde

"Sir, Bami is on his way, he doesn't want the body contaminated so our department can carry out DNA tests to determine who's body it is"

Alli's eyes sparkied....a little bit. "So this may not be Rex..."

Clyde almost began to wish he had held his tongue. It would be messed up to rekindle a little hope and then bash it again.

"What's she going to do?"Alli interrupted his thoughts.

Clyde followed his gaze, were Kirsten was approaching the house. She had a bandanna tied over her nose, pirate style and what looked like water goggles on her eyes.

He shrugged, "she's going to look for evidence"

"Hmm...she's a good agent."
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Kirsten crossed the tresh hold, careful not to touch anything and singe her palms. She held a touch light in her right hand and even with the handkerchief tied round her nose, she could still inhale the smoke. Although with most of the house burned down, cross ventilation was quickly dissipating the fumes, still her eyes stung a little, despite the goggles. However the flashlight was powerful and the beam cut through the smoke and illuminated shadows.

What was it they had said: the fire must have originated from the body. The person just have been somehow incapacitated to watch as he was set on fir, unless he was already dead. (She purposely thought of 'the person' and not Rex)
She swept the been across the rubble, not even sure what she was looking for.


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(Post too long, see below)

souloho19:
Big foot remained in his car...glancing at his phone every couple of seconds. He had texted a couple of times to his handler Flacko who in turn was yet to receive confirmation from the first minister. So big foot still waited in his car, hoping for the go ahead to invade the journalist's house, and burn it to the ground, along with any evidence.

He thought about how he’ll carry out that job in particular as he watched the chaos outside the general hospital. He had drove past past the reporters house earlier and there had been just a police car outside.
It wouldn't be a problem for big foot. He just had to wait for the go ahead. He sighed, wondering what the delay was about.

"Fucking chain of command" he muttered in disgust.


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Bami tried not to disturb the meditation process. He went through the rigour of reversing the van from the blockade and reversing his small bulletproof Audi car which belonged to 3f. It was a miracle the car was bulletproof. He and Ada surely would have been killed when they badged into the compound.

He came down and reversed the van again. Noticing the birds had increased to about a dozen. Neither Sparrow nor Dagnet seemed aware of his presence or even the engine noise hadn't gotten to them.
Now they were both seated on the air, with just their right leg bent for support, left leg crossed across the right knee, and both thumbs and index Fingers joined together and the remain fingers pointing downwards with their arms at their side.

"Damn....I'll like to learn that" he said wistfully. But then he jumped over the van and hurried to the car which was still running on the other side.
"Dr Carmichael, Dr.Rasheed, Dr Rilwan....get ready I'm coming for you.." he sped down the path and into the highway.


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Dagnet had never ever experienced something like this before. Something extra ordinary was happening, a strange pulse of energetic life was flowing into her or flowing through her cause it seemed to come from within, for one she could barely squat for a minute before crumbling or giving up, but here she was sitting one one leg and not feeling anything. The air felt solid and kept flowing.
Sparrow's voice was as dreamy as Don William's with a mesmerizing effect as he instructed her and spoke to her softly.
"Breathe in slowly, suck in your chest...and breathe out slowly till your abdomen contracts...
Rise up slowly and raise your hand palm up ..tongue on the roof of your upper lip...then push up slowly as you breath in...do you feel the solid...you touched something when you pushed didn't you?"
"Oh Jesus....yes...abstract like the wind was solid..."
"Shhh....drop your arms slowly and touch the earth as you breath out...this qiqong exercise is the real heaven and Earth. For a second you touched the first heaven... but you need to concentrate more and more..."
Back in the panic room, of course S.s and his wife couldn't hear what exactly Sparrow was saying but they watched with a keen interest"


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Four star hotels had plenty perks which Tonye found advantageous for her task at hand.

MTV base, top ten African countdown provided the perfect camouflage for the had saw noice. It wasn't really noisy per say but then again it wasn't totally inconspicuous.

Thanks to the loud volume from the television speakers, when she powered the saw, it was considerably drowned by the song.

She spent time poring over the manual and fiddled with a knob, extending the diameter, she placed it on the wall but it was still smaller than the outline she had drawn with the lipstick. She consulted the manual again and fiddleled with the knob, widening the diameter till it was as close as possible to the circular line.

A further consultation of the manual and she had figured it out. Pulling the trigger and turning her hand in a circular, rotatory motion and viola the hole would be carved.

But first she removed the saw and powered down. Went back to the dispenser and topped a little more boiling acid. (it was more or less acid at this point.) She poured it gently, allowing it trickle over the highlighted area. This wall was thicker and of more quality than the first which was why she chose to weaken it more. Plus, she was absolutely certain the saw she had was more powerful and effective that the earlier murder saw.

When she finally powered the saw again, singing along to the tunes from the television...".....want to soji....knack am something ehen....knack am something....Anybody..."

In less than a minute she had carved the perfect circle and the slab of concrete fell inward and probably bounced on the first Minister's head cause he moaned.

Tonye felt her heart begin to heat a little. She opened a box on the dresser and removed the extension and began fastening the silencer to the gun.

But then as she studied the hole, an idea occurred to her. She rummaged her purse for her small make up kit where she had removed the lipstick earlier.

She selected the lipstick, eye pencil, a green eyeliner and began to draw on the wall. With the hole in the middle.

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His whole torso was covered with tattoo. On first glance, it seemed like a spider web, spreading across both shoulders down the chest and to the stomach. However there were three fishes trapped in the so called web. Two on both chest and a bigger one on his stomach region. So on closer note it will be determined it was a fish net and not a spider web tattoo that covered his entire upper body.

That was why he was called mynet. His codename was the kingfisher. And right after the success of his mission of eliminating Rex Obasi. He had received his next hit. Emenike was going to land in Mexico in a couple of hours. He had 45 hours to enjoy life. That was mighty generous of sir Holly.
Mynet drove passed the scene again, viewing his work. He slowed down as he passed, noticing the firetrucks were pulling away. Then his eyes met the old man, who was scrutinizing him so intensely even from the considerable distance, that Mynet stepped on the gas.
Arrangements were to fly to Abuja by 8 and then a direct flight to Arizona, where a private pilot with a Cessna would hitch him the 30 minute trip to Nueva Leon which was where Emenike had been sighted.


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When Tonye finished her drawing, she marveled at the outcome. She had never really been an artistic type...but still she had managed to construct the map of Nigeria outside the hole, so the hole was inside and took all the space. With her green eye- shadow she managed to stroke a couple of colourful shades in both sides of the hole. The intent was clear indeed and accomplished. She felt like a genius.

"Mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm"
His muffled cries sounded pathetic. He kept on craning his hear trying to look behind which was impossible.

"This is for Rex Obasi. The hole is going down..." she said softly, then put the barrel into the hole, inclined her hand a bit and released two shots istraight into the first Minister's face.

He was dead

Tonye hesitated for a second then crept out of her room. The corridor was empty...thank goodness. She opened the door, not disturbing the 'do not disturb sign" hanging in the handle. Immediately she saw the device on the table;

The phone like gadget, he always used to make his calls and link with sir Holly and whoever else. She crossed the room, grabbed the device while averting her gaze from the dead body then exited the room.

She switched off the television in her room, made the bed, observed her handiwork once again.

The hole in the wall.

She had to repackage the saw in the carton and carry it under her arm. It couldn't enter her pocket or trench coat. Besides, her gun was still strapped to her waist holster.

After making sure the room was still in order, Tonye exited the room, and headed for the elevator. She didn't feel better. She had just killed the man who ochestrated Rex's death, yet she was unsatisfied.

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Bami tore down the lane, so desperate to get to Dr Rasheed that he almost missed the turning that will lead him to Andy's hospital first. To be very honest he was tired and aching all over. He hoped Andy was alright, and Jimoh..the young lad was very efficient, it was strange his car wasn't going through.

Tbc

Nickshrapnel:
Rex is not dead