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[center]CHAPTER 45[/center]

“Please, sit” Gen. Audu said to the wire-rimmed glass man using his left hand to demonstrate to the couch he is to seat on.

Now seated and facing each other, the wire-rimmed glass man rotated his neck as he looked around the parlour, taking every detail into considerations, starting from the furniture which was not made in Nigeria but on the Italian turf, to the marble tiles beneath his shoes.

The air in the room remitted faint smell of rosa flowers that radiated the room, the smell of the sweet perfume danced on the underneath the nose of the wire-rimmed glass man.

A bodyguard popped into the room using a door painted in gold colour, which made the door looked like a calved golden rectangular tablet, the bodyguard was wearing an overall black suit as he walked briskly towards Gen. Audu, on getting to Gen. Audu, he outstretching a small silver container that he concealed to his side earlier when he entered into the room.

The bodyguard went out of the room through the route he came, leaving no trace of his being there, as if he walked in the dark. Placing the small silver container on a glass table that was positioned before Gen. Audu, he opened the silver container, Gen. Audu brought out a marijuana, neatly rolled, which was chubbier than a cigarette, even robust than a human finger.

He placed the marijuana between his smooth black lips, adding pressure to the marijuana, he reached for his pocket and brought out a lighter, a customized lighter, different from the common lighter sold in the streets of Kaduna.

Using his short chubby finger, he rolled the small grey roller designed beside the hole where fire erected out to a stand, bringing the lighter to the mouth of the marijuana and lighted it up.

The man wearing the wire-rimmed glass watched with all calmness as his employer displayed the scene as if he wasn’t there.
Gen. Audu took his first drag from the marijuana, it was as if an inspiration surged into him, sharpening his mind, filling his lungs with the sweet sensation, and then it came out of his nose like the orifice of a gun that has already released its bullet.

“You care for one?” Gen. Audu asked the wire-rimmed man as he removes the marijuana from his lips.

“No sir, thanks. Let’s go straight to business.” The wire-rimmed man replied.

“Alright.” Gen. Audu said.

“Sir Vladimir Kasparov said you are the best bomb engineer in Nigeria, I was surprise when I heard about a Nigerian, being a bomb engineer, it is so rare.” Gen. Audu said further.

“I never learned bomb engineering in Nigeria, I learnt it in Russia, Sir Vladimir Kasparov saw the potentials in me, as he always says it, that I will make him proud” he said further “I have worked for him for three years.”

“Hmm, that’s terrific, well, let me hear your proposal, am sure Sir Vladimir Kasparov has narrated what you are going to do down here.” Gen. Audu said.

“He has, and I will start the process when you send the monies for the shipment of the mechanics for the bomb and make it pass through the seaport without being checked by your customs service.” The wire-rimmed man said further “And you will also pay for my services.”

Gen. Audu returned the marijuana back to his lips, he pulled hard again from it, and the white smoke rushed out of his nose in a rush. He looked up at the ceiling painted in white, then removed the marijuana from between his lips, then pushed out the remnants of the white smoke through his mouth.

He could feel the burning fervor of the marijuana, it was as if he was having sex, he could feel it, the white smoke exploring lungs in a hot sensation.

“Don’t worry about anything, it is all being……..” Gen. Audu was cut short by a phone call.

“Excuse me” he said as used his right hand to dig into his right-hand pocket.

“Yes” Gen. Audu said into the phone.

On the other line.

“Katrina as been arrested.” The voice on the other end said in a low hush tone.

These information made Gen. Audu perplexed, as he asked “What has she said?”

“She hasn’t spilled the bean yet, but she will when the interrogator push her to the wall.” The other man replied.

“What about the other agent?” Gen. Audu asked.

“He is dead” the other voice said.

There was a pause in the line.

“Well, you know what to do.” Gen. Audu said before he hanged up the call.

Placing the phone on the glass table set before him, Gen. Audu cursed on his breath, he wondered in his mind how stupid those two agents are, for letting the Police catching them. How did the Police know their whereabouts? How? And where is that Scorpion?

“A minute, please” Gen. Audu said to the wire-rimmed man as he picked up his cell phone from the glass table.

The wire-rimmed man watched how a bead of sweat formed on Gen. Audu’s forehead even though the room is fully air-conditioned. He tried to decode Gen. Audu’s expression as the military man tried dialed Scorpion’s number.

“Hello Scorp” Gen. Audu said.

On the other line.

“Hello Sir” Scorpion said.

“Where are you currently?” Gen. Audu asked as more carbon-dioxide came out of his mouth.

“Am at Mr. Jude Peters’ house.” Scorpion replied.

Gen. Audu was startled, but he asked “Jude Peters is one of the five?”

“Yes sir” Scorpion replied quickly as if he was knew Gen. Audu was going to ask such question.

“Have you removed him from the equation?” Gen. Audu questioned.

“No, Sir” Scorpion said further “He is heavily guarded”

“I see, move on to the next person on the list” Gen. Audu said further “I will handle him myself.”

“Yes sir” Scorpion said.

“Scorp, one agent is down, the other arrested” Gen. Audu said.

“But I have told the hidden pawn to remove the piece” Gen. Audu said further.

There was a pause on the other line.

“Am sorry sir” Scorpion said.

“Don’t call me unless you have found the checkmate.” Gen. Audu said before he ended the call.

Facing the wire-rimmed man, Gen. Audu asked “When is the shipment coming in?”

“It is currently on the water, it will get here latest in three days time.” The wire-rimmed glass man smiled.

Gen. Audu punctured a hole between his lips with his marijuana filling the vacuum, he dragged from it as he smiled.

stephenGee12:
Nice write up.sorry pls if u don't mind,can I have ur contact pls?wanna ask u sumtins

All right. 08189678645.

tojahh:
Jane Doe
Op have you seen the movie "Blindspot"?

No, why did you ask?
Is that name related to the movie Blindspot?

CHAPTER 44

There are two opinions as to what type of interrogation room there should be.

According to the traditional thinking, an interrogation room should be at a place where there is no interference from the daily routine work of police office.

The room should have no windows, nothing should be hanging on the walls and there should be no telephone, so that the room is free from any distraction; two straight-up chairs without arms, one each for interrogator and suspect without a table in between.

The logic barrier this concept is that a table, a physical barrier in between, will lead to become a psychological barrier, and will be more advantageous to a suspect than an interrogator.

Again the interrogator will not be able to observe the suspect’s physical reaction to crime related and unrelated questions.

Similarly, a window with see-through views outside, decoration on the wall, and telephone ringing at the height of an interrogation are supposed to distract attention of the suspect and less advantageous to the atmosphere for interrogation.

But this concept has considerably changed now and the modern thinking is that an interrogation room should be more comfortable than the traditional interrogation room with all the modern facilities of observing and recording of the activities that takes place during interrogation.

Gone are those days when in a Nigerian Police Station interrogation room, the interrogation indulge in the barbaric torturing of suspects, by the pressing of electrical iron connected to the power source at the body of the suspect or innocent person.

There is some variation as a DVD recorder was placed in the middle of a square shaped table and a reasonable sized plasma television hung on the wall to show CCTV clips.

Also chairs was on Katrina’s side, the table and any fixed item are usually bolted to the floor to stop them being used as weapons, having a table thrown at you isn’t fun and the recorders can make a decent dent in your head if you don’t duck fast enough.

Most modern custody blocks have all rooms video linked to the main custody desk as well so that all activity can be seen and recorded remotely.

The alarm button now tends to be an alarm strip so that you can get to it from anywhere in the room.

Katrina sat down after drinking a cup of water given to her by Detective Abu and she said

“Thank you”.

Looking cagey, she looked around the interrogation room and was impressed as how Nigeria Police interrogation room has changed drastically, it was applauding.

She noticed how a CCTV camera hung at the far upper angle of the room, coated in black paint was the wall, making it hard for her to see the black tiny mosquito that temporarily attached itself to the wall, digesting the tiny blood it had drank before transferring it as malaria to another victim.

The lightings overhead brightly lit on her hair, radiating her face, a pure fluorescent light it is called.

Her hands was in the shackles of an iron ring that fitted into her wrists properly, which had a small iron chain affixed one iron ring to the other, it was impossible for her to remove it without its key, as a tiny passage-able hole for the entry of a small key to fit into.

She raised her thoughts like a mist, travelling fast and blanketed her mind, retracing her memories back to the house, their hideout, how Marcus had scream, stuck between the burning furnaces of fire, churning off his flesh, the horrific cries he had shed, almost inhuman for the police to have left him there, but when she thought of how Marcus had hold her leg, without giving her a rightful cause for her to stay, to die, as he had died, engulfed her with anger. ‘He thought I can just waste my life for who? Gen. Audu? A joke.’ She said this in her mind.

The doorknob was turned and tiny iron mechanics holding the fort of the interrogation room gave way and pushing the door forward, two figures appeared in the doorway.

The first figure was way dark and had a chubby cheek, while the other was slim with a physique of an exercise trainer.

Detective Abu, the chubby one, entered first, then Detective Niyi followed suit and closed the door behind him.

Detective Niyi had a white A4 paper file, its whiteness was stained by different vertical and horizontal lines on it.

Detective Abu came forward and sat in front of Katrina, while Detective Niyi rested his back to the wall, looking away from Katrina to the floor, downcast.

Katrina looked from Detective Niyi to Detective Abu sitting in her front, waiting for them to start interrogation, wondering who would go first, as if she had been trained to be interrogated.

But Detective Abu added sound to the atmosphere by the clearing of his throat before asking

“What is your name?”

Katrina didn’t respond, she was just looking eyeball to eyeball at Detective Abu.

“I asked what is your name?” Detective Abu said this with more vigour.

Katrina blinked her eyelids before answering “My name is Jane Doe.”

Detective Abu smiled, and then the smiling face turned into a frank coldness “Do you know the gravity of what you are in for? You are looking at a death penalty if you don’t cooperate with us now.”

Katrina shifted her gaze to Detective Niyi who was still surveying the floor as if a mysterious wild creature will emerge from it and eat everyone in the room for lunch.

“Jane Doe” Katrina said again.

“Dear, dear, Jane Doe, we searched our database for your personal info but we didn’t find any” he said further “that makes it good, because we are going to lock you away, no lawyer for you, you will be locked away in some shitty blackhole where male janitors will have their sexual pleasure with you, on a cold floor without a mattress, eating only half cooked beans and cassava and cutting grass without a slippers supporting your foot in the bush.”

He said with a satisfactorily smile “That is Nigerian Prison for you my dear.”

Katrina looked uncomfortable when she heard this. “My .......name..... is ..........Katrina"

“Katrina, hmmm, what kind of name is that?” Detective Abu asked.

“It is my covert name” Katrina said in a quiet voice as if choked to spill the bean.

Detective Abu arched his eyebrow “Hmm, covert name, I see. Then who is the other guy with you in the house when we brought you out?”

“His name is Marcus” Katrina answered reluctantly.

“Don’t you guys have any real name?” He asked.

“We had it before, …. But ….. it doesn’t exist anymore.” She replied.

To be continued.

jagugu88li:
Not even an insane reverend would agree to bury him. Isn't a sin to commit suicide (I can't remember the last tine I read the bible) or is it just me.

R.I.P Marcus

Looools. Enjoy.

Ultimategeneral:
I like the courage of this man

Mr. Jude Peters is really a straight arrow.

Lols

iamloyalty:
He handled scorpion properly, lets see if scorp can take both of them out at once. Am tired of scorpion killings though.

Scorpion will reap what he is sowing.

Endure.

preetypam:
Whizzdom dearie

sorry i'm late, didnt even know i had a mention but i'm here now...hope i'm welcomed shaa

You are most welcome ma.

Feel free, don't be shy and enjoy the story.

Readers!!!

CHAPTER 43

Sitting down and holding a mug of tea in his left hand was Marcus, after recounting his childhood ordeals, he sipped the tea in his hand with less interest in it, he had to drink it just to make his victim-to-be on the same page with him.

Walter Timileyin’s stomach looked big as he stood as if he had had too much food for the day and wanted to fall down somewhere and doze off.

His two hands were soft and clammy as he channel them to his back, folded and placed on his rear-end, and his legs were an inch apart from each other.

He stood near the dining table, beside the doorway Mr. Jude Peters will certainly emerge from.

Scorpion’s thoughts were unreadable to him, he tried to grasp his inner thinking, looking the back head of the man sitting on the couch, he tried to depict it all, and because he had a strong thought about this man, a bad aura surrounded him.

Walter Timileyin has always think of himself as a man who could pierce into the fountains of people’s lives, using his spiritual power that he thinks God of the religious Christian bodies gave him.

He looked at Scorpion with disdain and pity, how can a young man like him surround himself with dreadful omen that will chase away good fortunes from him.

He feared Scorpion not knowing that the evil ones are pinning him down with a corrupt karma ‘it is not his fault, he is blind’ he said in his mind.

During the course of his deductions, the enigmatic Mr. Jude Peters came into the room.

Walter Timileyin gestured him to Scorpion with the use of his hand, it was like saying ‘ladies first’ and he followed suit.

Scorpion turned his head back when he heard the sound coming from the opening and turning of the doorknob and opening it by Mr. Jude Peters, he erected up from his seat, adjusting his ruffled and tucked in Police shirt first, as if meeting with a lady he has being stalking for days, now was the moment of confrontation, he must put on his best appearance and boldness.

Mr. Jude Peters walked towards couch, where Scorpion was standing, he was wearing a casual white shirt that had a design of a two fledged bird on his chest like a badge.

His trousers were plain deep blue, but the fabric is not one to be made in Nigeria but on the international turf.

His perfume radiated the whole room giving it more reason for people to inhabit it the more, but his Dunlop slippers tainted in green and blue mishmash pushed the whole dressing code into ruin.

“Sit down” Mr. Jude Peters said to Scorpion positioning his left hand to the couch as he too took his seat.

Scorpion sat down as he studied the old man for weakness he thinks he did have. “Thank you sir.”

The room was silent for a minute as Mr. Jude Peters didn’t say anything as he directed his gaze to the television displaying a golf open championship.

But Scorpion pierced the atmosphere with his voice, resonating as it came to catch the attention of Mr. Jude Peters “Sir”

This action jolted Mr. Jude Peters back to the matter at hand, he turned his head towards Scorpion as if he had already planned to rotate it with such ease.

“Yea. How can I help you Officer…..?”

“Detective Sylvester, sir” Scorpion completed it.

“Yeah” Mr. Jude Peter said

Suddenly, Mr. Jude Peters’ voice changed the atmosphere with a quizzical look that came with it, in a loud offensive tone.

“One of your fellow Policeman drove into my compound and started questioning me if I have knowledge of anything belonging to Mr. Chief Fredrick in my possession.” He said further “I am a very busy man, I don’t have time for Policemen wanting some tip.”

Walter Timileyin at Scorpion’s back nodded his head to the statement of his master, agreeing with him and scorning Scorpion with mocking eyes.

Scorpion almost let out a frown at the man’s agitation “Sir, before I state the reason for my being here, can you tell you worker to excuse us?”

Mr. Jude Peters looking steadily at Scorpion replied without moving or rolling his eyeballs

“He can be trusted, and what you want to say, say it and let me attend to something else.”

“Sir, my fellow workers who came here before me, came on a different mission” he said further

“His mission is to find out if Chief Fredrick gave you anything before he died.” He said this with a serious look on his face, and stopped to let this sink in.

“And what is your mission here?” Mr. Jude Peters asked with a eyes trying to catch his bluffing.

“My mission is to let you know that some people are conspiring to kill you” he let this sink in before continuing “this is what our sources gathered.”

The strand of hair at the back of Walter Timileyin erected to a stand as he heard this shocking revelation, a threat to life? 'Mr. Jude Peters has never received a death threat from the inception day of working with him, it is a lie, this is how all this Policemen do, whenever they needed a large sum of money in their pocket as a bribe.’ He said in his mind further with a smirk ‘they, that can’t protect their own lives, want to protect the life of my master, very humorous’.

“Can I see your badge, some identification?” Mr. Jude requested.

Scorpion dipped into his trouser right pocket with two fingers, bringing out his wallet, he searched for his fake identity card, finding it, he brought it out, and outstretched it towards Mr. Jude.

Taking the identity card from Scorpion, he studied it with keen eyes as if praying for some discrepancies to pop up, but they didn’t, instead the photo passport size of Scorpion stood at the center of the card, while ‘The Nigerian Police Force’ is written at the top of it, with the post of Detective written below the photo passport in italics text.

Returning back the identity card with disappointment that he hoped the identity card were fake, which Scorpion collected from him with gentility of a refined man that he wasn’t.

Mr. Jude Peters blinked his eyes in quick succession as if his eyeballs have lost moisture.

It was as if the walls were enclosing to him, his heartbeat changed tune from two steady beat at a time to a gong beat, which he thought Detective Sylvester might hear if it continues in such spectrum.

The thought of some people trying to kill him almost wear him down but he composed himself, he doesn’t want to look vulnerable, timid and weak in front of this jerk that called himself a Detective.

“I receive lots of death threats most of the time, am a politician, so it’s plausible for some nutjob to carry a gun and declare he wants to end my life.” He said further in an arrogant manner “look at my mansion, look at the electrical shock sliver wire placed on my fence, un-climb-able, the gate is iron metallic made of a special kind of sulphur that will stop any bullet. And also a bunch of highly skilled security operatives.”

Mr. Jude Peters leaned forward and said “So don’t worry.”

Scorpion smiled this time around “Are you saying that the Police can’t protect you sir?”

“No, all am saying is that ‘I can handle myself with or without the Police intervention.” Mr. Jude Peters.

Scorpion seeing through the man said “So did you have any of Chief Fredrick’s things with you sir?” he asked as he brushed off the itchy back of his left ear.

Mr. Jude Peters stood up with boastfulness, adjusted his shirt very well before saying “No he didn’t and good day officer, my Walter will show you the door” and he left the presence of Scorpion.

mxplosvtoluene:
Great story, only started reading till this point today.

I'm not trying to decide for the author, but I'll love if he could consider opening a WhatsApp group and continuing the story in there simultaneously. I'll be expecting a reply

A WhatsApp Group for my story? How many people will be added?

Thank you for the recommendation but I don't want simultaneous platforms for my story as for now. Nairaland is easier to connect unlike WhatsApp when you start to refer people to your group, it takes time and you are the first person to bring it to my attention.

Please try to find time to read more here on Nairaland.

Readers!

jagugu88li:
Chai! Lawd have mercy

This guy sef.....maybe he would have served time and got out, even if he would gave been a granpa then. This one of frying himself to death, ah ha

Where have you been?

Have missed you and your comments?

Pls respect the dead and pay homage. loools

Marcus rest in peace.

SuperSurupe:
Have been away for awhile and will be away for some time due to the nature of the network in my current location. Hav missed you guys alot,

Are you in the jungle in loools

Just pulling your leg, take your time.

We all will be here when you come back.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!

I LOVE YOU GUYS.

DRINK LESS. READ MORE.

READERS!


CHAPTER 42

Firemen rushed to the scene, as acting crew had evacuated the stage, their rubber water pipe in hand, they rushed with an agitation that every patriotic citizen of a country ached for.

The house was already engrossed with fire, a flame aching towards the sky as if the clouds and sun were consumables to be entangled with.

Spectators stood at the other side of the house, this time they were large in numbers than when the scene started.

Children chatted as they pointed to the fire and made fun of the firemen that couldn’t go real close the fire, daring them to go near the fire with such naivety, as if the fire was a gushing water that will cool the body.

Some onlookers who were present when the Police came to the area, narrated how it all started, from the Police storming the vicinity with their RRS team as if a terrorist situation is drawn, then to how they barged into the grounds of the house currently burning, how a series of shootings were heard, which alarmed the neighbourhood into seclusion into everyone's house.

Then to the almost deafening explosion that even made people to wrap themselves underneath their beds with the gripping fear of dying by bomb explosion.

Some passerby stood to watch the burning house, some folded their arms, in their native languages they spoke to the onlookers, that they hoped no one is currently trapped in the fire.

RRS Team stood at the gate inorder to wade off all onlookers and a press, working for an upcoming newspaper in the state.

The head reporter of the press crew alleged, that they had every right to be at the site of the scene, taking photos and videos, which will elucidated and shed more light to their story when it is printed in paper for the general public to read.

But the RRS didn’t bite, instead, told the press crew to stand opposite the house to get the photos they needed, and inside the house is off bound.

After threats were being thrown by the press crew, they retreated as they stood in front of the house, taking photos and videos of the burning house inorder to sell it out to other media houses in need of it.

The head reporter scribbled on his notepad as he quizzically questioned some knowing onlookers about the happenings of the day, this resulted to many onlookers speaking at once inorder to be shown on television, for having the detailed events of the burning house.

The flames were vanishing as tons of water rushed into the house, firefighters scattered about in the compound with their helmets on their heads, protecting their heads from incoming fire spill and a self contained breathing apparatus.

Ladders were temporarily attached to the house as the firefighters climbed the ladder with their long water rubber pipe in hand.

Water was opened into the house through the window, and some firemen had to mount the stairs to the room the fire was originated from.

The deflated and snake-like water pipe erected to a chubby stand when the water tank was opened for all water pipes attached to it, it stood with such firmness that one could run off when seen for the first time.

Noise engulfed the area as the firemen barked orders at one another through the use of two-way radios for communication.

One hour later.

It is now made naked and bare, the house has lost its invulnerabilities, its contents were turned into fuel for the fire, but the fire had dissipated into a faint haze of smoke, flying away into the sky, disappearing into the atmosphere, it is now being breathed in by the firemen as they carried out the body of Marcus.

The body was burnt beyond recognition, painted in black, the body depicts a horrifying omen, and it was a charred corpse. Calcinated, seared, burned.

The fire had most certainly done its damage, the skin was intertwined in its clothing. The sickly sweet aroma of overcooked flesh still hung in the air as they rolled it into an ambulance that arrived at the scene thirty minutes ago.

The onlookers stared at the remained carcass of the house, as if vultures had eaten away the good fortunes off it, and jamming their legs on the ground when they saw the corpse being rolled into the ambulance, lamenting for the loss of life, showing features of weeping, pity and sympathy on their black African faces.

The press crew quickly rushed to the gate inorder to get the news of the day, as they outstretched their camera to get a clearer look of the corpse that the firemen discovered.

The lead reporter holding a microphone that has a rug-like head and a chubby holding part almost to his mouth said

“A dead body was discovered by the firemen, as you can see, the body is being discharge into the ambulance.”

To be continued.

........................Continuation.....................................

Bringing his head up, his eyes was watery, products of the vomit was on his lower lip, a pounding headache came with it, almost busting out his senses.

On getting the bedroom door, he turned the doorknob and pushed it Inside, the lights were out, which made the room dark, but he could make out how two silhouettes curdled together on the bed separated at once.

He reached for the light switch which was at the left hand side of the wall, switching it on, he saw two almost naked bodies on the bed, one was Segun, who used a pillow to cover the genital part of his body, while the other one was a dark pretty teenage girl, about the same age with Segun, she had an afro hair cut as she used the grey bed cover to cover her front body from armpit down.

She humbled her eyes to the bed, feeling shy of her current predicament. But it was Segun who had the ego to speak up.

“Dad, what are you doing here?” he asked

Segun’s Dad took two steps into the room “But this is my house, I have every sordid right to come to my house” he said defiantly as he opened his eyes the more.

Segun’s Dad eyes were touched with inferno purchased from the pit of hell, it was like a volcano that is originated from the sun, it came with a force, an anger it is.

“But you said you are on a business trip to Yola”

In his drunky state, he said as he pointed his finger to Segun

“You son of Sodom and Gomorrah, I banish you from this house!” he said further “Pack your things and appurtenances and leave my house. I disown you as a son.”

That was all that happened, under the cold rain, and as the moon was stained with a little dark cloud on it, so did Segun packed out his bags and personal belongings from his father’s house, with hatred that was inherited, never forgive nor show mercy to anyone.

No mercy became Segun’s mantra as he lived in uncompleted buildings, rotating round a burning wood in the bush with some cultists with Ak-47 at hand.

Till that day, that dreadful night, when the wolf in the forest of Gwanyang, cried out to its fellow wolves because it was the full moon, time for the hunt, which came.

It came as a knock to Segun’s Dad door, the knock came again, but this time, it was loud enough to wake up the neighbour next to Segun’s Dad’s house.

Segun’s Dad opened the door, the man was skinny as if a disease has taken its toll on his body, the wind that blew could almost push him to the ground, he had erected a black beard on his jaw, but tiny white hair had spring up amongst the host of black beard.

His eyes were shaky, not steady as before, those piercing bright eyes that looked at a vehicle and knows when it was made, was stumbling for sleep.

He looked forward, but the doorway was empty, he felt delusional, no, he heard a knock, he was certain, he made the effort to step out onto the doorway, which he did.

Looking left and right, he searched for the stranger or a known person that knocked the door, seeing no one but some children playing with a doll, maybe his mind was playing tricks on him this time around, maybe he will lose it at any point in time, when all is said and done, he will be admitted into the rehabilitation centre for psychological reset of the current mind disorder that is going on in his brain.

Turning, to go back inside his room, he staggered, that was when he heard it, it was like a splash of water, as if the moon was sliced into two, making the halves dangle due to separation of the whole.

It sounded more of an electronic beep, like a time bomb, but this is different, it was fast, subtle and unbelievable.

How can an electronic beep be that fast, no, it’s not, it was the pressing of a trigger, the release of a cold metallic tiny short rod, which was released into his heart.

Segun’s Dad heaved for more breath as if the oxygen in the atmosphere is not enough, as if all oxygen should be diverted to him only, even if all oxygen were diverted to him, he couldn’t take it, as he slumped on the red rug, tainting the red rug with bright and red liquid, coming from his skinny body, in his very heart, two red colours competing on the rug, but the difference is clear.

He tried, to mutter a word, help, but the thinking faculties were altered, blocked, by some evil forces, unseen, or by the cut of an organ.

His eyes, his eyes were sleepy, they wanted to be shut, the owner of the eyes still want them open, but he was powerless, in a slow motion, both eyes were shutting down, as if a computer is about to go off.

Looking at his room for the last time, the room had changed its colour, going from bright to faint, then darkness fell on him, like a black blanket covering his face.

.........................Continuation....................................

Animal mating is below the lease of Segun’s father’s worries. Sunshine shines its light as if the current light was not enough to see where you are going, it was a scorching light.

Small grass grew up on the land as he walked; the building looked like a maze, he looked around the building in a searching way.

One of his neighbours told him that Segun used to come to this locality, to this exact building to do something, but he didn’t know what it was.

He thought his neighbour was lying to him, since nobody minds his or her business in his compound.

Too many gossipers filled his compound, both male and female. You can’t do anything secretly outside, or in the night, you can’t secretly smuggle something or provisions into your room, someone will surely see you and rat you out in the morning in an adroit manner.

As Segun’s father was about to take a sharp turn, that was when he heard it, first he thought his ears were deceiving him, but they were not.

He took the sharp turn which lead him in contact with a group of school boys throwing and betting on a dice, money in their hands, their school uniforms were unbuttoned, which revealed their dirty white singlet, one of them wore a black singlet which had a small whole at the chest part.

There were six of them, mentally and physically engaged in their betting as they bent, throwing the dice, marijuana was tucked between the lips of each of them, as they dragged hard from it, puffing it upward, white smokes came out of their nostrils steadily like that of a car’s exhaust pipe.

Different bottles of alcoholic drinks graced the floor beside them, this is not the first time they will drink an alcohol because there were empty bottles gathered together at one corner at the left angle.

They didn’t look up to see Segun’s father as he stood still by a pillar of block, arms folded in awe.

Then, that was when he saw Segun, he was holding different Nigerian currency in hand, a happy smiled filled his face as it was his turn to throw the dice.

That was when he glanced up and saw his father, he was startled, the other boys followed Segun’s gaze to where he was looking, then they saw Segun’s father too.

But the astonishing part was that, the boys didn’t flinch neither did they move a muscle of fear or shock.

They jokingly said ‘did your dad come here to smoke pipe with us?’ and all laughed except Segun, who didn’t know that to do.

He couldn’t express his feeling, what he was feeling was beyond him, it was like his hatred trumped up when he saw his father looking at him as if he was embarrassed, nauseated in his current state.

He doesn’t know what it meant to be embarrassed, to be lied to. The other boys told Segun to go and attend to his father and let them continue with their betting.

One of the boys removed the marijuana tucked between his lips, bringing them out, he outstretched it towards Segun’s father, that he should take and feel the power of imperial smoke, a hallowed marijuana.

Segun’s father looked as if he has been struck by a lighting, he just repeated the words ‘Segun, Segun, Segun’ in a low tone mumbled this.

He placed his right finger standing to the shortest finger in the hand to his lower lip, regretting, he hadn’t train up his child properly.

That day went by, but on one rainy night, Segun’s father came home after getting drunk to the fullest a bar, 20 miles from his home, he was dripping wet, turning the door handle, he stepped in to a b,ightly lit room.

Closing the door behind him, waters liquidating down from his heavy wet clothe fell down on the red rug below.

He used the back of his right hand to wipe off the waters away from his face, two red couches faced each other, the couch were Italian made, which has a design of a lotus flower mechanically sewed on it, making it look royal.

Moving towards one of the couch, he sank down on it with all his weight, making a tired sigh as he did.

The rain was getting momentum as it accelerated its droppings, striking lightless tiny rods on the ground with full force and vibrancy, which made showering noises that, was almost boisterous.

He tried to mutter something, to shout it out, to call out the name of Segun, to know if he was at home at the moment, but he kept it to himself, concealing it.

He started to dislike him, his son; he is causing him havoc that will send him to his death early.

Because of him, he started visiting herbalists, seeing pastors for counseling and prayers, from one to the other because one of his relatives said he should take this route, still it yields nothing, nothing changed after so many ritual, praying and fasting, Segun remained the same.

He tried to use parental discipline on him, flog and punish him, but it resulted to Segun holding his cane when he wanted to flog him, then pushing him with the cane aside like a piece of trash.

He is fed up to the extent of getting himself drunk this night. A standing fan standing at the far left angle blew windy air with the aid of the coolness of the current rain, the fan blew cool breeze on him, drying off the water on his face, making him sleepy.

The portion he was seating on the couch caught water and was wet as if a baby had bed wetted on it.

He was being dragged away as he closed his eyes into a sleepy state, but a sound jolted him back to the present, knocking him back from unconsciousness.

He shifted his weight on the couch as he sat down properly; he diverted all his attentiveness to his left ear, trying to catch that sound again.

After a minute, the sound came again; it was coming from his very flat, from his bedroom. It was a moan, a feminine voice, he grabbed the couch’s chubby handle by his left as a effort to stand up.

Tiny droplets of colourless liquid fell down from his clothe, but this time, it wasn’t much as before when he coming from the bar, it seems the couch as drank a large quantity of the water on him.

He staggered as he walks towards his bedroom; he nearly fell down as he journeyed on a straight path, he bypassed the dining table, walking unsteadily, when he was about to get to his bedroom, he thew up, vomiting a mixed mashed combination of the alcohol drinks he took and particles of jollof rice he ate in the morning.

To be continued.

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Compliment of the Season.

A Prosperous New Year Ahead.


CHAPTER 41

Standing in front of a shelf where awards were orderly arranged in a chronological order, Mr. Jude Peters’ awards, they were in different shapes and designs, his merits and achievements in the society from the telecommunication industry to political arena.

Scorpion stood there with sarcasm on his face, he was filled with disdain for Mr. Jude Peters as if it was a dire thing to be given an award, odium filled his inner sanctuary or is it jealousy or envy, 'the man feels fulfilled with all this?' He said to himself.

Ray of sunlight coming from the outer world shines bright through the window that was at the left end, but Scorpion ignored it as he always ignored his dad when he was alive.

His mother was, from what he was being told when he was growing up is that his mother is dead, had gone to a place where there will no longer be sufferings or pain.

But he knew, Scorpion knew that the story they fed him with when he was a youngster was fictitious, a pure conjured and cooked-up story made by his father, his mother ran away with another man, a wealthy man from what he heard by eavesdropping on his father’s conversation with one of their relatives on one hot afternoon at the age of seven.

From that day on, he lost complete trust in his father and hated his mother for the abandonment, for not staying for him.

His father was an illiterate mechanic, but with his illiteracy, Scorpion’s father always urge him to read ‘Segun, read your books and be great’ Scorpion hated it, he hated that old man’s voice beseeching him to face his studies. Isn’t he wealthy enough now? Where is the old man now? He is lying in his damn coffin.

This is how it started, when Scorpion was bearing Segun as at the age of seventeen, he boycotted school on one cloudy day, the school authorities phoned Segun’s dad and reported Segun’s bad acts in the school and also how he left the school grounds by jumping off the fence with some other boys.

His father pleaded on his behalf because the school authority has made their decision to expel Segun from the school, he promised them that Segun will turn a good new leaf.

Deserting a vehicle which a client said he will come and pick up after Segun’s dad as repaired it in two hours’ time.

Still in his engine oil stained overall working uniform, the uniform had black spots as attachment on it, making it hard to tell which colour the uniform is when it was bought.

Segun’s father knows where Segun is, he knew his child, tiny globs of tears fell down from his eyes, he quickly cleaned it, so that people passing him by and overtaking him on his pace won’t ask the reason he was crying, cleaning it off with the half dirty white handkerchief he had with him, his hands was also dirty which added more filth to the white handkerchief.

He flagged down a tricycle which was already carrying three passengers at the back remaining one empty seat beside the driver, he quickly hopped in, telling the driver his destination and the driver made an understanding slight nod and drove on.

Fifteen minutes later, Segun’s dad alighted from the tricycle, shuffling quickly into his trouser pocket; he brought out different Nigerian currency and hand-picked a fifty naira nigerian note and handed it over to the driver as his transport fare.

One of the passengers, a male, was staring at the remnants of money Segun’s dad brought out with the fifty naira note, as his eyes came in contact with that of Segun’s dad eyes, he quickly turned his face to another direction.

The tricycle driver deposited the money Segun’s dad gave him into the container that has a black covering that was fixed at his right hand side beside the steering and moved on.

Some children were playing with motorcycle tyres, about five of them, each one had his own tyre, they used a chubby stick to hit the tyres as it rolled and galloped along the bumpy rough surface, and they runned after it in a race for the winner.

Segun’s dad jerked left beside a building undergoing construction, as some labourers filled their pans with mixed cement with the aid of two labourers packing the cement in his shovel, in spoonful and transferring it in the pans of the labourers.

Tethered, dirty, ragged and awkward clothes covered the nudity of the labourers as they carried the pans on their heads, with the support of an already rolled, clothe in a round form, was placed on their head as the pan seated comfortably, which protected their heads from the blunt roughness underneath of the pan.

Some other labourers’ rolled clothes fell down from their heads as they wanted to carry the heavy pan filled with cement on their own, quickly their co-labourers came to their aid and helped them lift up the pans to their head.

Here you see minors, old men and women, young and vibrant adults carrying the pan on their heads and mounting up on a wooden stairs constructed by carpenters, inorder to make the labourers deliver cement to the needed area of the ongoing building.

He went straight and cut right when he reached a demised land, nothing has been built upon it, it was left bare with weeds covering the land.

Now, he was in front of a building, an uncompleted building that has only the carcass block structure, no windows, and no signs of labourers or contractors there.

Since it wasn’t fenced by anything, it was easy for him to gain access into the building, he entered through the front, and he came in contact with a cock and a hen, the cock was flirting with the hen, as it shows off his left colourful feather to the hen, dancing as he raised only his left leg, up and down, in quick succession.

The hen tried to shift off its weight off the ground, tried to play-to-get, but the cock was fast enough to climb on the hen and pinning the hen to the ground, pulling up the hen’s head up with its strong yellow beak.

To be continued.

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There will be a delay in the updates because I will not be online till Wednesday next week 28th December 2016.

Thanks for your supports and criticisms.

See you next Wednesday 28th of December, 2016.

The Sinister Defence will commence with mind blowing twists.

Did Chief Frederick really gave something out that will unveil the truth?

Who did Gen. Audu meet in the Cathedral?

Why did Gen. Audu hire a bomb engineer in a matter of fact?

All will be revealed and made bare.

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..........................Continuation...................................

Fifteen minutes later.

Katrina dropped her gun, as she couldn’t breathe any longer, her lungs was already filled with the smoke.

She pushed off the couch with all her energy, making the couch give a little way, she tried to crawl out of the room with watery eyes but something caught her by her leg ankle, making it difficult for her to progress any further.

She turned and saw Marcus, he was exhausted out, his gun was nowhere to be found, in an awkard manner his head was resting on the wall behind him, half asleep under the strong influence of the smoke, but he managed to shake his head to Katrina, telling her not to surrender herself.

Katrina couldn’t bare the fire although she was trained for this, but it didn’t mean she has to die in such a painful way, not now, she will fight her way away from the police.

Marcus was defiant; he rather stayed and die than to give himself up to the police.

But he wouldn’t let Katrina go and surrender herself up to the police, so he tightened his grasp on Katrina’s leg ankle with all his strength.

Almost passing out, Katrina used her other leg to jab the face of Marcus, making red liquids to rupture out of Marcus’ head.

Marcus was like a terrible nightmare as he held on to the leg of Katrina tightly like a demonic spirit in a human flesh, not giving in to the wound on his head.

Katrina tried to shout out for help but her voice was lost, even the little she uttered was being swallowed up by the rustling of the fire.

Katrina over exhausted thought this is the end of it all, the killers become the prey and was being executed in the most painful way.

Her mother was a reverend sister back home in Italy, she fell in love with a black, young and vibrant reverend, even though the tradition of the catholic church made it a abomination for a reverend or reverend sister to have sexual intercourse with anybody, so as to not to let this happen the catholic church made every worker of the church to sown under celibacy.

Her mother had to travel to a faraway land to give birth to her. Left alone. Abandoned to the orphanage home that was build beside a water-mashed area.

She turned and went back to her service to the Catholic Church, without anyone knowing she had put to bed.

Not having a caring mother or father, but only attended to by the orphanage workers.

The children in the orphanage homes were dressed in rags so that more money can be given to the orphanage home whenever a visitor comes to see the children.

Visitors always donate large sums of money, but the orphanage home will siphon the money for its selfish interest.

They feed the children poorly, smacking them whenever the older ones complain of being tired to a certain food.

They were all thin, while the orphanage home workers drank and eat merrily. Katrina was offered up for adoption at the age of seven, or rather sold out for adoption, she was brownie and bony as if she doesn't eat at all when the a couple came to take her to her new abode.

‘Stand up Katrina’ ‘Stand up Katrina you will be late’ ‘Yes you can make it, go’ a voice said her in her inner mind, urging her to gather strength.

So Katrina jab her left foot again but this time into the stomach area where the doctor had operated on Marcus.

It was like Susan stabbed Marcus again as an imperial pain surged into him, reopening the stitched wound and remitting more blood than before.

A headache ranged a bell in Marcus' head, making him loose his grip off Katrina’s leg ankle.

In that instance, Katrina crawled like lizard that has eaten too much and was moving sluggishly due to the weight of the food in it.

The smoke blinded Katrina as she dangled left and right along the path that lead to the door, path of freedom.

The DPO was about to retreat his men from the house when he heard a sound, exhausted one that is coming from the door, he quickly told his men to check it out.

They saw a figure crawling towards them, towards the door, it was about to near it but pillars of fire was blocking the door making it had for the policemen to reach out to the figure, that was when the inevitable happened.

A part of the ceiling lost its invulnerabilities, heavily subdued by the fire, it fell down on the being crawling on the floor, and the figure shouted aaaaaah! as the fire licked its clothe with the flesh.

One of the RRS team went through the lake of fire which lead him into the room, the heavy smoke was about to knock him off, he quickly dabbed at the area fire caught on his shoulder, turning off the fire with is hand, the room was like a fog, he couldn't see very well, then he heard the tired voice again, he trace it where it was coming from.

There, on the floor, the burnt remnants of the ceiling was covering Katrina, he dragged her from it underneath.

She was already out, raising her up, he bent down in front of her facing the doorway and carried her on his back, he rushed towards the pillar of fire blocking the way out, jumping through it, he fell to the other side.

Immediately, a clothe was used to dab off the fire on them both. The RRS team turned to see maybe if they could enter the haze of fire to search the room for any other being, but it was too late, the rest of the ceiling gave up their resistance power and well down into the room, while other entities in the room helped to set the room ablaze.

The men turned, carried Katrina on their shoulders and ran towards the DPO, while the Marcus was shouting in pain as the fire licked every water, blood and flesh in him.

Horrific cries was coming from the fire that was eating up the room, and the RRS team heard it as they retreated downstairs.

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And I didn't proof read this.

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CHAPTER 40

There were multiple gunshots fired from the barrel of gun Marcus was holding, bullets was exchanged in a quick succession.

The door had already been blown up by the grenade Katrina fixed to it, which lighted some furniture and consumables materials nearby with fire, smoke slowly danced in a seductive manner as it encourage more consumables to come in contact with it.

The grenade explosion claimed two lives of the RRS team, remaining three men excluding the DPO who was holding the fort, making it hard for Marcus and Katrina to go through.

Frantically, bullets were flying like a knockout, to and fro, to and fro, it went. Katrina quickly reloaded her gun while Marcus was still catapulting the bullets to the police.

The couch was unrecognizable as bullets pierced it without mercy making it bleed foams of blood.

The entire room had been turned upside down, as different bullets pierced the walls, damaging the television, the tables and chairs.

The sound of the bullets were deafening, it could make a normal person go deaf.

Suddenly, the shootings ceased, it was as if a spirit of peace passed. A ceasefire was held whether without knowing if it is permanently or temporarily.

Peace reigned as both parties was waiting, Marcus and Katrina was panting as he ached for more breath as if they were contained in a breathless container.

The DPO with one other RRS man quickly went forward while another RRS man provided cover for them.

They dragged the dead bodies of the two RRS team like a soldier in a warzone, making sure that their brother-in-arms doesn’t die on the enemy soil.

The two bodies were incomplete, as one leg was missing from one, while one hand was missing from the other.

The bodies reek of the smell of fire as if it was touched with fire or casted into the lake of fire, burnt beyond recognition; their faces had turned pinkish and still dripping of blood, black and dried blood.

The smoke was gaining momentum, rising up, looking forward to the ceiling, aching for more consumables as it danced.

Katrina and Marcus had a hard time breathing as the smoke was getting leverage on them, still they fail to crumble to its threat, sucking it in, guns outstretched awaiting for the latter chapter of this scenario.

They thought they would bring down the six policemen, all at once, at a single blow with the grenade, but it didn’t, it just created a sting on their own side, making them the vulnerable entities.

The only sound that could be heard is that of the rustling fire, sparking as it chewed up more consumables to get to the top.

But a sound pierced the silence, a weary and authoritarian voice penetrated the sound of the fire, it seems to get hold of the fire in its grasp, conforming it to its own will. It was the sound of the DPO.

The DPO is exhausted out, perspiration drips from every tiny hole in his body, soaking his uniform wet, as he spoke his words

“Hey guys, how are you holding up?” he asked in a loud tone.

He didn’t get any reply.

“It is a very horrific thing to die by fire” DPO said further “making the fire consume away the flesh you got.”

Reply didn’t come from the room, so he pressed his words further.

“The fire is mounting up, there is no other way for you guys out, my men have surrounded this house including all exit point, its impossible fellas.” He said further “Why don’t you save yourselves the pain and come out instead of dying for nothing. The person who sent you will be having a nice cup of tea or in a bathtub, enjoying the calmness of the cool water exploring his body.”

The DPO was using psychology to deal with Marcus and Katrina, trying to find a weak spot, ‘push a button’ that was what the DPO’s training supervisor had said when he was a rookie in the Nigerian Police Academy, the words seems to come alive to him today, become useful and efficient.

But he wondered what kind of people is he dealing with, sadist, fearful or just ordinary assassins.

If it was a sadist, it would be very hard to convince them to come out; sadists prefer death than to confess about its hirers, a fearful would have come out after the fire started, and not an ordinary assassin because such person would come out and asking for immunity.

The fire was now on top of the ceiling, billowing black smoke into the air, the room was filled with it, heavily induced by it.

"Check our escape route" Marcus said to Katrina at the top of his lungs.

Katrina shaked her head, stood up with gun in hand and Marcus covered her as she went.

Three minutes later, Katrina came back. She was heavily perspiring, so is Marcus, she knelt down beside him behind the couch.

"The cops has blocked it" She said with anger.

"Damn" Marcus was frustrated.

"How did they know about that route?" Marcus questioned.

Katrina shaked her head in disappointment to their current predicament.

"Let's surrender them" Katrina said.

Marcus landed a heavy slap on her face, which made her almost falling from her kneeling position.

"Are you mad?" He said further "Have you forgotten our oath of dying without being caught?"

Katrina was silent, she looked down at nothing in particular.

Marcus corked his gun and fired towards the door.

To be continued.

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..................Continuation from Gen. Audu..............

People around the vicinity quickly ran towards the scene, to rescue the situation.

The door of the bus has peeled out of its settings, the three individuals by the door side were bleeding due to the impact, there were cries coming from the bus.

Some of the passengers were wounded and hurt. The passengers was disembarked from the bus with the help of the people in the vicinity, they removed the passengers gently from their seats, and blood was dripping underneath the wrapper of a pregnant woman as she cried ‘my baby! my baby!’ she touched her stomach.

An old woman wearing a white traditional dress top was filled with blood, not knowing where the blood was coming from, people seated her down on an interlocking ground, the blood was rushing from her chest, a woman discovered this as she removed the old woman's white traditional top.

This scene make some onlookers stiff temporarily, some covered their heads with their hands as they felt sad for the casualties while others wrapped their hand under their armpits, saying words of consolation.

The driver had knocked-out, not sure if he was dead or alive, as his head was on the steering wheel, the passenger by his side was lucky he didn’t have a wound, only a slight hurt of the shoulder because he has his seatbelt on.

Some bystanders quickly called the emergency line for an ambulance to be present at the scene so as to treat the casualties.

They had dislodged all the temporary occupants of the bus, and people started saying their opinions as to what happened, some said ‘the driver was on the influence of alcohol as he always is’ some ‘maybe the brake was not working that’s why he had to crash into something’.

Two security guards of the bank came out of the bank building, they surveyed the area where the bus crashed into.

The pillar of bricks on the left hand side supporting the gate has crashed down into a dwarf’s height.

The iron gate was already dangling open, about to peel out of its holding, the interlocking stones that was beneath the bus had busted open from their arrangement revealing an almost black soil or sand that earthworms played freely in it.

The wire-rimmed glass guard watched this with no emotion played on his, the armoured car splinted through, passing the path where the yellow bus had come from while the escort car followed suit.

Gen. Audu hired the wire-rimmed glass guard to do something for him, something he has been waiting for years to do, now was the time.

The wire-rimmed glass guard is more than a guard, he is what terrifies Gen. Audu. Gen. Audu thought he was the only one who could do evil, he thought he could assassinate people at ease without anyone knowing.

But here it is, a bomb engineer that has engineered bombs that lead to the deaths of many people in Sudan, Iraq, Afghanistan etc.

This wire-rimmed glass guard will help him engineer a bomb that will be detonated here in Kaduna, and lives will be lost, tears will descend from the heavenly eyes of the families of the deceased greasing on their cheeks, gently liquidating down, down, down, breaking them down, that will shred his enemies into pieces and making them pay for their sins.

CHAPTER 39

Along Bwari/Jere axis on Kaduna – Abuja Expressway an armoured Toyota Frontier took speed from 50 mph to 110 mph, splinting on the tracks like a ravaged lion, while an escort carat its back accelerated speed as well, trying to keep up with the armoured car.

Gen. Audu sat at the back seat of the car, the car was induced heavy with coolness coming from the air-condition of the car, cooling the car to the extent that one will think he is in Iceland.

A rearview camera was installed to help in the case whereby the driver want to reverse, while the auto-folding mirrors were open and could be closed at the press of a button.

Memory settings to take live coverage happening inside the car. The doors and frames were reinforced with ballistic steel, composite lightweight materials, overlaps and a spall guard that is in form of a chip was implanted by the driver’s door.

A guard wearing a wire-rimmed glass sat beside the driver, facing front, the guard had a calm loneliness to his face, inside that calmness lies cold energy like that of a fiend spirit, not willing to connect with the outside world.

The armoured car was provided by the Nigerian federal government to Gen. Audu as a senior official, who is occupying the post of Major General in the Nigerian Defence Academy.

The government voted it necessary for top brass officials to be protected with an amoured car, in reference to the death of Chief Fredrick, who is an enigma in the government, but was gunned down by assassins.

Gen. Audu sat on the luxurious seat as he played with the ring he was wearing on his right hand ring finger, turning it steadily and rolling it gently.

He was not in the car mentally, his thoughts flowed like a water released into a long pipe, he thought about the man he went to meet in the cathedral, recalling his conversation with him, asking him

‘Do-you-love-your-country-Nigeria?’ and also ‘Before they retaliate and counter-attack’

He wondered when the man will send him the strategy for the plan, anger fueled in him, making him bend his ring finger downward, hurting himself, but this pain means nothing to him, it was the pain of seeing those despicable people.

His will is to crush them totally, not giving them the chance to rise up able, to plead to him to spare their lives.

‘I have come this far, I won’t back down now’ he said in his mind ‘what I have gone through, evil things I had to do to get this far, they made me do it, they turned me into a evil monster in human clothing’ he said ‘they won’t live, every last one of them won’t live, no! no! no!’

The car was descending from the expressway, driving down into hell, and later it gained its balance back, reducing its speed level to 30 mph as it entered into a traffic jam.

Car were honking and honking, pinrr pinrr pinrr as there were no progression.

“Why are we stopping?” Gen. Audu asked the driver as he was jolted back to the present when the car was trumping down on the expressway

“Sir, there is a traffic here.” The driver replied as he was now grinding and chewing something in his mouth.

“Ah, can’t you reverse and take another route?” Gen. Audu asked.

“That would have been good sir, but cars have already blocked my left and right.” The driver replied.

The guard sitting beside the driver didn’t mutter anything, he just faced front, looking ahead into activities playing before him presently.

“All right” Gen. Audu sat down properly, and brought out a wine from a brown envelope that is rectangular in shape, the envelope was used to rap the wine.

He had bought it along with him when he was coming to Lagos yesterday.

It hasn’t been opened, he forget to collect a corkscrew from the sales girl that was attended to him.

So he bend down, reached for the ropes used to tie both of the shoes he was currently putting on, he untied them open one after the other, dislodge them from their pattern, removed the ropes from the shoes.

Sitting down properly again, he tied a figure-8 knot into his rope and lower it into the neck of the bottle, knot first.

Tilt the bottle to create some leeway on one side, to allow his knotted rope to slip past the cork and underneath it.

He tucked in his lips in a careful manner as he tired to remove the corkscrew.

Pulling up on his rope as hard as he can – the knot wedge against the neck of the bottle on the bottom of the cork and forced the cork up and out.

Creating a pop sound, and white smoke oozed out of the brandy bottle, filling the containment with the odour of the brandy, strong one.

This caught the attention of the wire-rimmed glass guard, he turned his neck to the back to look at Gen. Audu bring out a white plastic cup from the brown envelope laying beside on the deluxe leather seats.

Gen. Audu sensed that two eyes were prying at him, but he didn’t twitch, didn’t look up as he poured himself a drink.

He was about to look up, that was when the wire-rimmed glass guard turned front and was facing forward.

The thoughts that flowed through his mind were inaudible to Gen. Audu nor driver, they couldn’t read the thoughts, the opinions and the unspoken words of the wire-rimmed glass guard.

He gulped down the drink in a single shot, pouring more down into the plastic cup he gulped it down again in a single shot, his throat were dancing in his neck aching for more wine, like a groom awaiting its bride.

The amoured car moved now, rocking the tracks with its tires, cars were moving progressively.

They were now in an ultra modern market, traders both males and females displayed their wares on both sides of the road marketing their goods to the passersby with loud voices, making it hard to hear your own voice.

Hawkers moved through the busy lane of people going to and coming, they had their goods on their heads as they advertise their commodities also at the top of their lungs.

A yellow bus carrying a full load of passengers was running at a fast rate, making people that wanted to cross the road jump back to the pedestrian lane in a frantic manner.

The people in the yellow bus were shouting as the car wound up at a very fast speed, suddenly, the bus tilted to his left and rammed an iron gate of a reputable bank.

To be continued.