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CHAPTER 38

Mr. Jude Peters sat down on one of the seats, cross-legged, as he looked above the nose bridge of the two Policemen.

One was tall and looked matured, while the other young, with bright eyes.

Walter came into the room with two cups of tea on a tray, he set both on a glass table that was stationed in the middle of the two couch facing each other, both cups were facing Charles and Anthony, as he went out of the room.

Charles reached for his own cup of tea, warm and it had chocolate mixed in it, grasping the cup with his two hands as he took a sip from the cup, while Anthony ignored his.

The room is being cooled by the air condition standing by the television, the coolness relieved and loosen all muscles in Anthony’s body as he relaxed.

“How can I help you?” Mr. Jude Peters said.

Charles putting down is cup of tea said “Sir, we are from the Kaduna District Police Unit” he tried to say further “An…..”

“Can I see some identification?” Mr. Jude Peters said with his fixed on Charles.

Charles reached for his fake identity card from his breast-pocket and handed over to Mr. Jude.

Mr. Jude collected it with a “Thank you”

And he looked at Anthony, who was not paying attention to their conversation, but was gone on a long thought.

Mr. Jude cleared his throat in a loud manner which jolted Anthony back to the present.

“Identity card, please” Mr. Jude said modestly.
Anthony tried to say something but Charles beat him to it “He is my assistant not a police.”

“Oh I see, alright.” Mr. Jude said with his two eyebrows raised up as he studied Anthony with keen eyes.

Now studying the identity card in his right hand with intense and fanatical gaze, as if he knew all the policemen in the whole Kaduna State, Mr. Jude finally authenticating the identity card without seeing any discrepancies on it said

“Detective Jonah, how can I help you?” he lean front to hand over the identity card back to Charles.

Charles took it and replaced it back into his break-pocket

“Mr. Jude with all due respect, we are here because of the murder of Chief Fredrick of the Southern Political Faction. I head the team that is currently investigating the murder”

“Continue” Mr. Jude said.

Charles shifted his weight from the couch and leaned forward, his two elbows were on laps

“We are very certain that you are well acquainted with Chief Fredrick, right?”

Mr. Jude didn’t twitch nor flip an eyebrow when this was said, he simply smiled a bit and said

“Yes, Detective, Chief Fredrick is a friend of mine. I boosted him during his run for Chairman of Kaduna Local Government, that was in the 80’s” he said further “Chief Fredrick is more of a black sheep to me, he was a bright and knowledgeable fellow. I interviewed him once when I was still a news anchor, he spoke with such assertiveness and vigour. His words could move a mountain.”

“When you heard about his death sir, how did you feel?” Charles asked as he scratched the back of his neck that was very itchy.

Mr. Jude brightened up a bit with what seems to be sorrow in his eyes “Fredrick, old stubborn goat, Politics is a very dangerous game. But I never knew that old Fredrick will be killed in such an inhuman manner, when I heard it, I cried inwardly, concealing every pain within, I …..”

he trailed off, losing his words, as he wanted to drop a tear, he used his nightwear’s long sleeve at the arm section to wipe off the tear.

Charles waited a bit for the man to get his composure back in time before he moved on

“Did Chief Fredrick in at anytime give you something to keep for him? nothing is meaningless sir, anything at all?” Charles asked.

“Fredrick will never give me anything of his to keep for him, because he knows that I am a reporter, anything he gives to me, I will be curious to find out what it was inorder to make a big story.” He said further “No, he didn’t.”

“Are you not drinking your tea, it will get cold” Mr. Jude said this as he looked at Anthony.

Charles looked at Anthony with a eyes that said ‘C’mon drink the damn tea, its delicious.’ But Anthony looked at Mr. Jude and said “Sir, am not thirsty, thank you sir.”

Mr. Jude said “Oh, you are missing out, the tea is made in Finland, in the course of super cold snow, a group of visionaries came together and made this tea, specially sold in Finland, and it was made of aloe-alkaline roots, Chinese hundred year old ginger and other herbal stuffs. It healed sicknesses and the Finland Government invested into.” he leaned further facing Anthony

“I had to smuggle it to Nigeria because the taste was irresistible. I hope the Police will pardon me for this.” He turned to Charles as he said this.

“No problem sir, thanks for the tea, it is very good.” Charles said.

Anthony surrendered as he picked up the tea cup that was sitting on the table, in front of him. He first looked at the tea surface, it looked brown.

He noticed Mr. Jude and Charles gaze on him, waiting patiently for him to drink the tea, ‘what is so special about this damn tea?’ Anthony said this in his mind, as he raised the cup to the lip, using his lower lip as an effort to pour the tea into his mouth.

He sipped a little, stopped, the cup still in his hand, he sipped another again, and another again.

“How does it taste?” Mr. Jude already beaming asked.

Anthony trying not to show any amazement on his face said “It is manageable, it is okay, not bad.”

Mr. Jude Peters watched Anthony with a sarcastic look on his face, he dislike when people can’t admit that something is good, which is good initially.

Charles is the one who cleared his throat this time, as he looked at Mr. Jude who was studying Anthony “Sir, are you sure that Late Chief Fredrick didn’t give you anything when he was alive, because that thing will be our helper in solving this case.”

“Look, gentlemen” Mr. Jude Peters rose up from his seat, watched the two men for the last time and said “Chief-Fredrick-did-not-give-me-anything-to keep-for-him.”

Before Charles say another word further, Mr. Jude Peters said “I have a very cryptic schedule, my Walter will show you out.”

“Good morning” Mr. Jude left the room clearing his throat as he left.

Charles rose up from his, looking at Anthony, who still has his cup of tea in hand, with a trait of smiles on his face. “Anthony, drop the mug and lets go.”

Walter Timileyin appeared into the room using the door that was connected to the hallway, he crossed his arm like a gentleman that he is, awaiting the two policemen to rise up from their seats.

Which they did, Anthony finished the cup of tea with delight on his face and wished he could have more of it. But it was too late.

Walter showed them the door, leading them out of the room into the dazzling sunlight, the weather wasn’t hot and heated up like yesterday.

Their car was parked in the small car park in the mansion grounds, almost facing the gate, a Peugeot Sliver Series 2015 model was parked beside Charles’ car.

Anthony admired the car, and wished he could rent one for him and Tina to drive into the heart of Kaduna, pimping their ride.

Charles sat down in the front, in the driver’s seat, as he was the one driving while Anthony sat in the front seat also, alongside Charles, enjoying the ride.

Timilehin the Walter called out the gateman who was in his station, listening to music using an earpiece into both ears blocking his sense of hearing temporarily.

The gateman was a young man in his 30’s, he had beards arched coming from his head going down below his lower lip then up again to his head.

Dressed in a uniform with a cap not covering a small portion of his head, in a frenzied way he was listening to the music, the volume was turned on high as he danced using the old shoes he wore to unsettle the ground, shaking his head up and down, using body movements, dancing to the rhyme.

“Gateman!” Timilehin was shouting at the top of his lungs for the third time.

Then he went closer to gateman’s station, he looked inside and saw the gateman dancing, the gateman was oblivious of Timilehin gazing at him.

“Chidi!” Timilehin shouted at the gateman, as he was filled with anger.

The gateman danced a dancing style that made him turn around, he saw the Walter at the entrance of his station, shocked, he stopped dancing and quickly removed his earpiece.

“Anything sir?” The gateman asked in a respectful way.

“In your line of duty, you are here dancing like a person that just won a lottery, right. I will inform the boss about this your erratic behaviour”

Timilehin said further “Come and open the gate, a car want to get out.”

Timileyin left the entrance of the gateman’s station and went back to Charles and Anthony that was sitting in the car, wondering what was going on, he peeped through the Anthony’s car glass and told them not to be annoyed, the gateman will open the gate.

Immediately, the gateman rushed out of his station, he sorted for a key in a bunch of keys tied together with a robe.

Finding the one he was looking for, he inserted the key’s zigzag roughened and sharpened section into the tiny hole of the padlock.

The padlock opened at once when the gateman turned the key’s round section.

He removed the padlock and pushed the gate open to the right hand side, the gate had three rollers fixed at the footing part of it, making it easier for the gateman to move free the gate.

Charles turned on the ignition key when the gate was opened, the Walter greeted him goodbye but he didn’t reciprocate, marching on the tracks, he drove out the car out of the mansion.

Turning left into the street that was tiled black with coals, his car took speed.

That instant, another car tried to drive into the mansion, blocking the path of the gate that was about to close.

This action marveled the gateman, he told the person driving the car to stop, and he came closer to the driver of the car.

The Walter wondered who that might be, he raced towards the car that was at the middle of the entrance of the gate, but couldn’t move further because of gate iron structure was obstructing any other movement, the gate was obstructing any other motion through it, in such a way that the car body paint would be peel off if the car moves any inch further.

The driver of the car lowered his car glass and tilted his head out of the car as he told the two men that he wanted to see Mr. Jude Peters, that it is very urgent.

“Who are you?” the Walter asked as he stopped his tracks in front of the car, looking intently at the eyes looking at him.

“I am Detective Sylvester from Kaduna District Police Unit” Scorpion said.

Smooth278:
Hopefully they will gun down inspector Shola!!!

Really? You want Detective Shola dead even though he was cajoled and blackmailed by Gen. Audu?

preciousnobel:
This gonna be a godly encounter!

Godly encounter indeed.

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THE TEAM ON THE RIGHT HAND SIDE stopped for while when they heard the gunshots, they tried to process what was going on.

But the man leading them said “Go, go, go.” They hurried their footings, seeing a door at their left hand side, they used their boots to open it and they went forward into it, into what seems to be a staircase, leading to only-god-knows-where.

This time, their footings was in a rush manner, forgetting the entire hush-hush manner they first entered the house ground with.

“WHAT IS THAT?” Katrina bolted up.

She quickly went to the window that shows the subsist happenings of her environment.

By the gateside, she saw two policemen with guns outstretched towards the house.

“Damnit” she cursed under breath.

Marcus was sleeping on the couch; he was having a fever ever since he was stabbed in the hospital by Susan.

A special doctor was sent by Scorpion to treat Marcus. The doctor said to Katrina that the scissors pierced his small intestine.

Due to the fact that he could not be taken to the hospital because of the police.

The doctor was wearing a jacket with capacious pockets, but still he was carrying his medical bag.

The doctor entered the house, his bag in hand, as he greeted Katrina who opened the door for him; he kneeled on one leg as he checked Marcus sleeping on the couch.

The bag was lockable and not left unattended. He brought out his stethoscope, as he placed the small disc-shaped resonator on Marcus’ chest, while he connected the two tubes to his both ear like an earpieces.

He listened to the internal sounds, like the lung and heart beats, it was normal. He also listened to the intestines and blood flow in arteries and views, but it was weird, it was not functioning as it should be.

He brought out a sliver-coloured injection container from the bag; medicines are stored between 4o and 25oC.

It was meant to likely keep the medicines cooler than a traditional black bag. He filled the injection container with a drug and then injected Marcus with it.

This being done, the doctor operated a surgery on Marcus, connected the pierced intestine and sew it up.

He fixed Marcus up in a professional way, even more than a professional without Marcus knowing anything because the doctor gave him a sleeping injection.

“Let him have a good rest.” The doctor said this on his way out. He locked his bag firmly so that bright lights will not inactivate some drugs in the bag.

Back to the present, Katrina quickly went to Marcus’ phone, inorder to call Scorpion, but the call lines were jammed.

She cursed under breath. She blamed herself for not seeing it coming.

Marcus sleeping on the couch, rose up with a strength that Katrina wondered where he got it from because yesterday Marcus was sleeping like a worm.

Marcus tried to get his bearings, which he did, he fixed his eyes on Katrina before saying.

“Katrina, what happened?”

Katrina shifted her weight from the floor, trying to think a way out of this “The police are here, they have found us.” She said further “We need to defend ourselves.”

Marcus was silent.

“Lets quickly strategize this first, so I need you to gather all the strength you could gather and fight our way out of this.” Katrina said further.

Marcus stood up, he was wearing a sport jersey of a foreign club, with a deep blue jeans beneath it, while Katrina was wearing a long sleeve stretchy clothe with a black jean trouser.

“How many heads did you count?” Marcus asked as he used the back of his palm to clean the saliva by his cheek.

“They brought a Bearcat here, so it is ten.” Katrina replied. “I believe four from one side while the other three on the other side, because three are standing by the gate.”

“Good, install a grenade by that door.” He said.
Katrina hurriedly went to the kitchen and Marcus followed suit.

A rectangular chest fridge was stationed by the wall beside the dish washing sink. The fridge, Katrina opened it, cold air lifted before her eyes, inside are different kinds of guns, bullets, neatly arranged.

Marcus came nearer and peeping into the fridge, he reached for a MPW .300 Aac Blackout. While Katrina grabbed a Aero Precision X15 Rifle, with some grenades.

Marcus came out the kitchen, followed by Katrina, she quickly went to the door.

She ripped a wire connecting to a socket, peeling off a strand of wire from the three coloured wires lined together, and tied the grenade opening handle with the wire then to the door handle in a very systematic and professional way.

While this was going on, Marcus was feeling the pain due to the weapon he was carrying, the weight of the weapon was causing pain to his stomach, almost knocking the breath of him.

He maintained his stance, and quickly turned the couch around to shield them from incoming bullets.

Then he said to Katrina who was getting more weapons from the fridge.

“Where is your adrenaline injection?” He asked as if he was in a duress state.

Katrina surveying him “Why do you need an adrenaline?” she said further “If the adrenaline wears off, it will crash you.”

“I understand, just give me the damn injection!!” Marcus shouted as beads of sweats engulfed him.

Katrina not resisting his demand, quickly went to the kitchen, opening the upper cupboard, and brought out a small sliver case that is rectangular in shape, placed the case on a gas cooker (the gas cooker is not on).

Opening the case, she brought out an empty injection container, by it was a small bottle, that contains liquid that is colourless, and pinched the injection needle section on the breakable panel on the bottle, the needle went through and extracted the liquid from the bottle into the injection container.

Without putting the case back to its place, Katrina walked out of the kitchen and gave Marcus a shot at the back of his neck.

Disposing the empty injection container on the floor. Marcus could feel an imperial energy surged through him with great velocity. As if he was reborn again.

Katrina and Marcus took positions behind the couch, awaiting the Police.

saxwizard:
ride on and that was a good job

Thanks, man.

Didn't proofread it. Was busy. Enjoy.

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The cat mewed away, it ran towards the gate at a blazing speed, like that of a cheetah.

The RRS men cursed under their breath, the man leading them gathered himself from the ground and they rushed into the open door.

HEARING THE sound of gunshots, the three detectives were at the ready, surveying both the right and left corner side for any being coming.

Their guns outstretched with intent to kill the enemy or enemies if they fail to comply to arrest.

The detectives were not failing even with the bulletproof vest that is currently shielding any bullet that tried to hit their chest to their waist.

A figure emerge, moving at a fast pace, towards them. Detective Shola nearly pulled the trigger, as a shock wave flowed into him, almost turning him into a zombie, but it was the fear, the fear of being killed like a his late friend.

One minute you are here and the next you are not. He can’t lose his life now, he has many things to do, one of them is to find his way out of Gen. Audu’s shackles of control, wrapped around, pinning him down, and dragging him around like a dog. A puppet.

He tried to call Marcus, to tell him that they are coming to their hideout. But he couldn’t establish a connection, the line was not going through.

Later, the System Analyst told him that he has cut off all connection from the house, shutting down all cell towers in the radius of the house.

He asked how he could be able to do that, he said he hacked his way in, blocking all data logged in and rerouted all incoming data to another cell tower, which will make all call conversation not audible enough and some not going through.

The telecommunication agencies mustn’t know about it, because if they did, they will sue them for tampering and causing malwares to penetrate their firewalls, making them lose data and money.

Detective Shola didn’t know what to say when he heard this, he was speechless, he looked dense.

The cat ran passed them and escaped out the gate with the helping hand of a hole that was not big enough, but the cat squeeze itself through.

The onlookers at the other side of the house nearly head-butted each other when the gunshots went off, they ran with urgency.

Some who had children playing in front of their house quickly and roughly grabbed their children with an energy they never knew where it came from, into their house and locked the door behind them.

They shouted each other’s name as they went in, telling each other to get in and close the door in their different languages.

The street was silent like a cemetery that has no visitor for the past ten years. Oncoming cars had to quickly sped pass as they saw that the street was dormant, only a mass of houseflies that were flying and rejoicing over a spilled palm-wine that was on the ground, which was visible enough for the attentive eyes to see.

To be continued.

CHAPTER 37

There were peeling paint, shutters, shingles missing or askew, windows broken, weeds growing around it, maybe the foundation has gone making the house lean a bit to one side.

The house sat at the end of a weed infested gravel driveway. The trellised roses which had once given it an air of coziness had gone wild, the vines digging into the broken clapboards as though they wanted to drag the house into the earth.

A few patches of paint remained in the places sheltered from the weather, the cheery yellow now more of a sickly white.

By observing the exterior, one will get the impression of a cottage in the country-side.

The stark white color of the house is toned down by the rows of palm trees and shrubs in the front lawn.

The multicolored flowers greet the RRS team as they brushed pass it, keenly they took every step with caution, soundless footings that a cat will never hear.

Before that, tricycle drivers that were lined up in front of the house were sent away by the RRS team as they stormed the area.

They used a bolt cutter to cut off the chain that has a padlock, which is used to seal off the gate.

Opening the gate, the RRS team went forward while the Detectives followed, next was the DPO.

They took each step deliberately, not trying to alert the assassin or assassins what is going to befall them.

There were onlookers, more of spectators, they stood at the other side of the road, watching and murmuring something to each other, contemplating the fate of the suspect.

Something not audible to the DPO or the RRS team. The onlookers started making their verdicts, some said they were thieves, other said they were murderers, some fraudsters.

During the course of different opinions flowing from the mouth of the onlookers. Some set of the children came out from nowhere, beating their empty tin container, singing childishly.

One of the children had mucus trapped in his nose, which was visible enough for one of the onlookers to see and he angrily sent the children away, the children dissipated to their various houses, making fun of the onlooker as they went.

The RRS team went forward leading the mission, the DPO wondered what the assassin are during in an almost runned down house.

The painting of the house is yellow, while the gate was painted in black. This is the perfect cover, the DPO thought as his 9mm beratta was already outstretched.

RRS team divided into two, three persons will take the sharp right hand corner leading to the back, while another three persons will take the left hand corner leading to the back also and the three detectives will block the gate incase the assailants got away from the two teams.

This done, the two teams started, moving fast now, but you could hardly hear their footings even if you are attentive.

The team on the left hand had to shift away from a dirty show glass that blocked their path.

As they continued their journey, the first man that was leading the other two men stepped on a broken glass that was covered with sand, but his hard black boot didn’t give way for the sharp edge of the glass to pierce his foot.

This action made an echo, almost loud to the surrounding. This happening, the RRS men quickened their pace and rushed, saw a door by the right hand side before they got to the dead-end wall facing them.

Using their boot to knock the open, the door gave way, opening, but the RRS men didn’t rush in, instead one of them picked up a stone that almost occupied his hand, and he threw it into the opened spacious vacuum.

The stone landed in, making a thud sound, but nothing else followed suit.

As the RRS team were about to enter into the house, a figure pounced on the man leading the team in, knocking the man down.

The gun in his hand went off, firing series of bullets into the air as he went down; almost hitting the men he was leading.

The other men at his back positioned their guns to the figure, trying to get a clear shot at it, but it was a cat.

Looks like some people are not following me bumper to bumper.
Or should I stop the story ni?

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IN THE SITTING ROOM, Charles and Anthony had offered themselves seat even when the butler didn’t offer them one.

Anthony said towards the right hand side, the upholstery leather that covers the couch looks bright and exorbitant.

Charles sat cross legging, he surveyed the house, and a flat screen television that was attached to the wall was showing football match competition.

He and Anthony said without saying a word to each other, but Charles brought up a discussion.
“Anthony, about yesterday……” Charles tried to say.

“I don’t want to hear it at all. it is bye-gone Charles. Drop the matter.” Anthony cut him short.

Charles was silent.

Butler Timileyin came into the sitting room where Anthony and were sitting down.

“Gentlemen, Mr. Jude will be with you shortly.” He said further “Do you care for tea?”

Charles glancing at Anthony, as Anthony glanced at him said “We would love tea.”

But Anthony didn’t say anything. He just did as if he didn’t exist in the room, letting Charles do all the talking.

The day was refreshing by the breeze coming from the trees nearby the house, and there was a lake not far from the mansion.

The living room, kitchen, dining room is located on the first floor. The walls has favourite theme that will look cool on your eyes.

Also, there is a hallway, there are paintings, family paintings, awards and achievements.

One can sit back and heave a big sigh of relief.

The finished décor of this mansion is worth every cent of the owner’s hard earned money and every unit of his energy.

Within the mansion, a similar condition prevails.

The perpetual open windows allow for healthy ventilation and full view of the serene and beautiful garden when you use the upstairs.

The living room boasts of a dark mahogany sofa set which is complemented by parquet flooring.

Lights decked out of a open door, Mr. Jude emerge from into the seating room, this time he was wearing a weak short sleeve shirt unbuttoned, he wore a white singlet underneath his shirt making his hairy chest visible like that of Esau in the holy bible.

A short nicker he wore on his waist, while a brown cowboy’s cap covered some portion of his head.

Charles and Anthony stood up in unison as he rotated towards the seating room.

“How can I help you boys?” Mr. Jude Peters asked.

CHAPTER 36

Jude Peters, a well-respected and trusted figure in Nigeria, broadcast journalism, is best known as the managing editor and sole anchor of BMT News.

In this role, he produced and reported documentaries and extended expertise in breaking news events and election coverage.

Peters’ distinctive style and charm made him a well-recognized star of television news through the 1980s and 1990s.

During this time, he was credited from his work in various film appearances, television appearances, radio appearances, and several bestselling books.

Peters also won every major award given in broadcast journalism, including a SecretEve Award, two duPonts, and several Tmmys and is also known for his charity work.

Peters’ father worked as a construction foreman at the Black Hills Ordnance Deport, or BHOD.

These types of work cause the Peters family to frequently move during Jude’s young childhood.

The family lived in a small residual community in Tagwaye, Kaduna. Jude Peters was admitted to the University of Kaduna after finishing high school.

Peters soon dropped out after he majored in what he called “beer and coeds”. This advice came from his guidance counselor who insisted he take a break.

However, he went on to attend the University of Lagos in Lagos State. Although he struggled with his studies, Peters went on to earn a Bs.c degree in Political Science in 1964.

While attending the university, he married former Miss. Nigeria and author, Rebecca George. Together, the couple had three children.

Jude had an early obsession with reporting and politics, even staying awake until one A.M. as a young child to see the results of election nights on the television.

Jude’s love for politics also came into play as more opportunities opened up for the young reporter at the age of twenty-three.

“Honey, your tea will get cold” Rebecca George said to Jude.

Jude sat at the dining table in his mansion, reading what the newspaper was saying about the motion the house of assembly passed into the law.

At the age of seventy-six years, Jude was still in the media houses, still anchoring news, still mingling and gaining more political influence.

He rose up his tea that was in a mug placed on a small plate and was balanced on the dining table, to the arm reach of Jude.

Jude carried his tea and sipped it, it lacks sugar, but there were still traits of sweetness in it.

“Darling, I am going to the breakfast meeting of the Governor’s wife” Rebecca said.

Jude dropped the newspaper on the dining table in a frustrated way, and shook his head, looking towards the direction of his wife Rebecca.

“I told you not to meet that lady” he said further with hoarse voice “But you wouldn’t listen.”

“It is just a breakfast meeting, that’s all.” Rebecca said this.

“Don’t you know the implication of this to my political ambition, my reputation.” He said as he coughed frantically.

Rebecca quickly ran to him and patted him at the back.

“Sorry dear, don’t talk too much, you know the doctor said it is not good for your health.” Rebecca said further

“Use the doctor’s prescribed drugs before you leave the house.”

She kissed him on his forehead before carrying her handbag “I won’t stay long.”

Heading towards the door, she opened it and entered into the morning light and she was gone, out the door.

All this while, Jude’s cough had stopped, he stood up and went for a door at the right hand side direction, abandoning his tea and newspaper on the dining table, he opened it and entered, it lead him to another world, a world full of books.

There were books on the gigantic shelves, books were arranged into it volume by volume, neatly arranged and stacked up.

Still wearing his nightwear, he sat on a wooden and polished brown chair that was at the middle of the room, a table was in front of the chair, while some books are on the table.

The shelves was in a curvy way that it almost dominated the whole room.

This is a “corner of peace” as he called it; and this is a purpose of relaxation.

A durable rug was already on the floor, books for leisure reading and a portable radio that has a twelve band digital receiver, from thirteen meter band up to seventy-five meter band.

He brought out a book from the books that were already on the table, and dust off the invisible dirt away from the book, the book is more of a memo, where he jotted out his inspiration.

As he is currently writing a new book titled “Separate and Unequal” from the manuscripts he has with him, he has already done some documentaries thoroughly exploring the economic realities, political controversies and social consequences of dividing the country.

The book also entails the issues of poverty and race. It gave an honest look at the progress made forty years after the civil rights movement and what issues still persist today, issues of illegal immigration in the documentaries, in the Shadow of the American Dream.

Jude was scribing something down on the diary as he picked his thoughts, trying to compare the different laws of poverty.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, Jude looked up and a silhouette figure came into the room, more of a library.

He was a skinny man with bright eyes, his skin features were dry, light in complexion and he had a black spot at the front molar of his teeth, rashes of pimples decorated his face, making him look homely.

He wore an eye glass, more of a reading glass, covered with a long sleeve designers shirt with an armless jacket.

He looked twenty-five from the way he walked featly towards his master, Mr. Jude Peters.

The butler’s name is Timileyin Osewa, he has being the butler of the mansion of Jude Peters for ten years now, he is in-charge of the dining room, wine cellar, and pantry.

He is being paid handsomely and sometimes he is also used as a chauffeur.

Timileyin is a soft person, honest and talented as he could do acrobatic stunts, work-alcoholic.

He likes to balance his profession with his family life. Professional life gives him exposure, confidence and sense of achievement.

He believes that the fulfillment one gets from one’s work is very important for one's well-being.

“Excuse me sir, two gentlemen are waiting for your downstairs in the seating room” The butler said as his hands were behind his back.

“Who are they and what do they want?” Jude asked.

“They claim to be policemen, sir” The butler replied.

“Police? Police?” Jude made a chuckle. “Tell them I will be with them in five minutes time.” he said further “And serve them tea.”

“Yes sir” The butler rotated backwards and left the library.

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The RRS Team quickly went to the Weapons room to get their weapons at the go.

Size and composition of the RRS Team varies. Many RRS teams deploy two distinct elements on an operation – entry team tasked with entering and clearing an objective and a sniper/observer team that provides overwatch.

RRS team units are analogous in role and tactics to military police tactical teams such as GRMV Special Reaction Team and Air Force Emergency Services Team.

RRS officers undergo a number of training course which may include close quarters combat, explosive entry, sniping, dog handling, negotiation techniques and repelling/fast roping.

The Kaduna District Unit RRS team quickly geared up with tactical weapons like flashbang stun grenades, battering rams, haligan tools, ballistic shields, tactical radios and flexicuffs.

Clothing includes body armour, protective helments and eye wear, assault webbing for holding magazines, knee pads, gloves and reppeling harness.

While assault rifle carbines AR-15 variants like the M4a1, CQBR, Colt Commando with 9mm HK MP5 were used by the three RRS men, two others went for .40/.45 HK UMP automatics.

The entire team rushed to their BearCat series vehicle which is their RRS Vehicle, which is customizable with a variety of non-standard features depending on the customers’ requirements.

Bearcats are wheeled armored personnel carrier designed for the RRS and law enforcement use. It has .5 inch thick mil spec steel armoured bodywork is completed with .50 caliber rated ballistic glass capable of multi-hits, blast resistant floors, gunports, roof hatches/turret and agency specific equipment and/or modifications such as lights, sirens, battering rams, winches, thermal cameras and spot lights.

It is used to transport tactical RRS teams to and from hostile situations and to assist with the recovery and protection of civilians in harm’s way during terrorist threats, hostage incidents, or encounters with large gatherings of aggressors.

Detective Niyi was driving the RRS vehicle while at the back, the five RRS team with the three detectives and DPO, making nine individuals were in the vehicle as the vehicle roared to life and away it went to find the assassin, their suspect, Marcus.

CHAPTER 35

9:00am

Today the sky is nothing at all. It’s like a child began to draw on it with a pencil and then erased it in a way that smudged and spread the grey.

It is an endless canvas that colors are tossed upon. Some days it is a pure, interrupted blue that stretches seamlessly across my field of vision.

When the sun rises, it is a child’s painting, bright pinks and oranges piled on top of each other, reflecting off low hanging clouds and filling the world with a haze of wonder.

When it storms, the harsh glow of lighting illuminates the gathering piles of dull grey clouds that are angrily pushing against each other.

At night, the moon glows, giving the speckle of stars a guide light. The sky is alive, growing at each passing moment, a constant changing canvas for the world to see.

As brilliantly blue as any other summer day, was impervious to the carnage below.

It was a cruelty, an evocation of summers past when we were whole and young, not decimated by this senseless conflict, not burying a loved one every other day of the week.

It was a reminder too of our mortality and that our great troubles are insignificant to the world.

This azure wash above will be here next year and every season to follow where we were here to witness it or not.

Anthony watched from the car, the frenetic city hubbub, the honking taxis and swarms of pedestrians marking on their own personal missions the sky was comparatively in slow motion.

The movement of the clouds was barely perceptible and even the birds wheeled in slow lazy arcs.

But this juxtaposition was lost on the citizens. No one even looked up. And so the sky above, as pretty as any million-dollar painting slowly darkened to midnight blue, never quite black due to light pollution from below.

There was traffic; Charles was driving the car, finding a way to opt out of the traffic.

There is always traffic in the morning, as people find their way to their various place of work or other destinations.

Anthony and Charles sat side by side in the front seat of the car, ignoring each other as the car moved at a slow pace every five minutes or so.

Charles kept to himself the answers Anthony was not looking for; he knew that Anthony would not consider it a good reason for the agency to abandon a man, not an ordinary man but a secret agent of theirs.

Anthony would never understand that in their line of work, they must conceal some secrets for the better good.

After this mission he concluded, he will know everything, how the spy agencies system works.
At the Kaduna Police Unit.

“WHERE ARE YOU CURRENTLY?” The System Analyst asked the man on the phone.

“Send me the money first before I reveal the address” the other man on the phone said.

“Haven’t you gotten where the call is originated from?” The DPO asked as he stood behind the System Analyst as he looked intently at the computer monitor.

Detective Abu and Shola stood at the right hand side of the DPO while Detective Niyi stood at the left hand side of the DPO, they too were looking and studying the computer monitor intently.

“Yes, I got it” the System Analyst said “The caller is from Ebemenugbe at the riverside, in Kaduna here.”

“Good” the DPO said further with worried look “Are you sure that this is the good intel?”

“According to the statement of this person, the assassin is residing in a two storey building.
He said he is a tricycle driver, he drives a tricycle with his fellow tricycle drivers like him, and they are stationed in front of that house. That is how he knows.” The System Analyst replied.

Detective Shola said with boldness “This might be the assassin’s hideout, I have a gut feeling it is.” Looking from Abu to Niyi and then to the DPO.

Detective Abu and Niyi nodding their heads in union as they saw meaning to the statement of Detective Shola.

After Detective posted the sketch of the assassin on the police website, social media and on billboards, including going to the television media houses to broadcast the sketch to the public, there were many calls and they were hoax.

Since there was a big reward tag attached to the sketch, many people were making claims that they have seen the face on the sketch before, somewhere, but all of them were demanding money first before they could receive the location of the assassin.

While some other calls yield nothing as the caller didn’t talk whenever the System Analyst or Detectives pick the call.

After three days of call pranks and fraudsters trying to siphon money from the police, there is a new lead, a lead that would change things around, nail the killer.

Get promoted, the Commissioner of Police said to the DPO when the DPO attend an official summon from the Commissioner of Police.

“Okay” the DPO said further “Ladies, get ready, only four of us.” He said to the Detectives.

The System Analyst exited the room for the DPO and Detectives to make their strategy on how to capture the assassin without putting any civilian at risk.

“Detective Shola, get the RRS team ready” the DPO said.

“But you said we shouldn’t involve any other person in this case, Sir.” Detective Shola said.

“We don’t know how many assassin we are going to encounter when we get there, it may get bloody, the four of us cannot handle all the exits, we need the RRS team, just that we won’t tell them our location.” the DPO said further “Niyi, you are driving the RRS vehicle.”

He said further as he exited the room “Boys, let’s move out”

Detective Shola brought out his phone from his trouser pocket before saying “I have to use the gents.” And he went out of the room and Detective Abu and Niyi followed suit.

...........................To be continued............................

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“Sir, before you go, in the crime scene where Chief Fredrick was murdered, we discovered a white handkerchief”

he brought out the handkerchief from his pocket “it contains a perfume, we wondered if you could smell it, you may be able tell us who you think uses this kind of perfume.”

Umar was grumbling, not willing to smell the handkerchief, but Scorpion persuaded him further “Please sir, after this, am out of here.”

Scorpion handed over the handkerchief to Umar, which he outstretched his hand to collect.

He was about to smell it but he was distracted by the LovePeddler inside his room.

“Baby, what is going on? Be fast.” She said still lying in the nude on the bed.

“I will be there in a jiffy darling.” Umar smiled a bit, as he looked towards the room.

Now he brought the white handkerchief towards his nose and smelled the odourless and colourless death, which is in form of a gas.

After smelling it, he knew he didn’t smell any scent of perfume from the handkerchief, but he said “Am sorry I haven’t smell this kind of perfume before.”

And he handed the handkerchief back to Scorpion. He collected the handkerchief from Umar and immediately pocketed the handkerchief because of its effects in the body. Scorpion satisfied that Umar will meet his creator soon said

“Very well sir, thank you for giving me your time and attention. Good Night.”

Umar didn’t say anything, he just entered his room back, closed his door and put a lock to it.
“Come here baby” the LovePeddler said to Umar.

Umar was rushing as he removed the robe from his body; he quickly pounced on the bed, inserted himself into the LovePeddler and started stroking. Up and down.

Twenty minutes later, an ambulance rushed into the hotel parking space, pushing out the body of Danjuma Umar on a wheel chair, from his hotel room quickly into the ambulance.

But as they were about to move out the ambulance, Umar have already given up the ghost.

CHAPTER 34

10:00pm

Scorpion entered the hotel building through the revolving door, and was greeted with a cheerful smile by the door man.

He watched how other people who were lodging into the hotel were helped with their belongings.

The back side of the unique stylish hotel faces a big Lotus field beauty every morning and all day long.

Besides gorgeous surrounding, it has a developed infrastructure which makes it comfortable for all types of guest to stay.

Apart from enjoying graceful nature, you can admire the luxurious accommodation.

Accommodation is really luxurious. There are 80 rooms in the hotel, with the aid of an elevator you would get to your destination or room with the press of a button inside the elevator.

He stepped forward to meet the female front desk receptionist. “Hello” he smiled.

The female receptionist signaled Scorpion to wait with the use of her hand, she had a telephone pressed to ear, as she communicated with the other person on the line.

After a minute, she dropped the telephone on its cradle. “Good Evening sir, how can I be of service?” she smiled back.

“I need the room number of one Danjuma Umar that lodged into your hotel room three days ago.” Scorpion said still with traits of smiles on his face.

“Am sorry sir, we don’t give out lodgers’ room number according to our company’s rules and regulations.” She said further

“But I can notify the person that you want to meet them, and that person will give us the go-ahead to reveal their room number.”

Scorpion looked at her point blank in the face, all smiles gone, what remains is the coldblooded face.

He reached for his right breast pocket and brought out his fake identity card.

“I am Detective Sylvester from Kaduna District Unit. I will have to inform you that we are carrying out a murder investigation currently and it will be in the best side that you cooperate with me. Or else, I can arrest you right now for obstruction of justice, as my men are already stationed outside in the park, already awaiting my orders for them to disrupt your business and tarnish the image of your hotel.”

“Do you want that to happen?” he asked.

The receptionist feeling dense and manipulated by Scorpion’s threat quickly consulted her computer that is below her table.

“It is room 248.” She said turning away from the computer.

Scorpion smiles returned back “You are a very wise lady, am not here to cause trouble, and what bad can the police do?” he said this and turned for the elevator.

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“HOW DO YOU WANT IT?” the LovePeddler asked Umar.

Umar had already zipped down his trouser, sat on the bed, while the LovePeddler reached across and started massaging his genital.

Umar was rock had in a millisecond. A minutes later, with her hands still between his legs.

She whipped out Umar’s genital and then licked her lips slowly, coating them with her saliva.

Then Umar watched, in disbelief, as her perfect ponytailed head bobbed up and down on his lap. The tension was unbelievable.

A volcano of near euphoric erotic energy erupted inside Umar’s body. Every vessel in Umar’s body was on fire with pleasure. Feeling like a champion.

In the nude, Umar was inside her has he thrushed himself into her harder, solid hard just like a rock, he was pushing, up and down.

She moaned and shouted as Umar accelerated his up and down speed, just like a machine.

Umar explored the inside of her without breaking a sweat due to the air condition that was mounted at the far upper side of the room.

“Oh yeah” she shouted “Aaaah!”

“Yeah, baby” Umar said this as he massaged her firm breast.

“Fu*k me right there” she shouted.

All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door, this action decreased the up and down exercise of Umar, making him go slowly and tried to process who is at the door.

He stopped his doings and removed his groin before shouting.

“Who is that?”

“This is the police” Scorpion said.

“The police? What does the police want with you?” the LovePeddler asked as she studied Umar’s face for answers.

Umar feeling like his life was about to end said “Don’t worry baby, wait here and let attend to the police, just give me five minutes”.

Umar stood up from his sexual position on the bed and stepped onto the floor, he quickly picked up his night robe on his table.

The knock came again as Umar fit himself into the robe. Rushing to the door, he opened it a little that it only accommodated his body to go through the opened space.

Scorpion shifted himself back so that Umar can come out of his room, which he did.

Scorpion studied Umar and deduced that he was having sex. Umar looked the hotel hallway left and right, seeing nobody else in the hallway, he said.

“Officer, what is the matter again?” he said further “I told one of your detectives that came to my hotel this morning all that I know. Why are you disturbing my peace? Don’t you know that it is late?” Umar said in an annoyed manner.

Scorpion raised his fake identity card to his Umar’s face, which shows Detective Sylvester of Kaduna District Police Unit, he also sympathize with him “I am so sorry sir. I know it is late. I am traveling to our Headquarter in Lagos to keep them informed about this case.” He tried to say further “I will….”

Umar couldn’t bear any more question he said
“Look, why don’t we do this tomorrow morning?”

“I am heading to our Headquarter tomorrow morning sir, I must be there at eight o clock am.”

He said further “I like to make sure that my subordinate got all the facts that we needed in this case, as the lead supervisor of this case.”

Umar was angry but couldn’t express and play it out, he simply tap his right leg on the floor on a very low beat, which tames temper.

“Let me go straight to the point. Do you know Chief Fredrick?” Scorpion asked

“Yes I do.” He said further “Your co-worker asked of all these questions. Why can’t you ask him?”

Scorpion didn’t answer but moved up his question to the key questions, bringing out a sound recorder from his pocket, a tape was already inside.

Scorpion pressed the play button, he puts the tape towards his own mouth and asked “Mr. Danjuma Umar, did Chief Fredrick of the Southern Political Faction give you anything except from money before he died?” scorpion asked.

He now directed the sound recorder towards Umar's mouth. Umar was baffled and couldn’t understand why Scorpion needed a sound recorder in his questioning.

“I have said it once before and I will say it again and loudly; Chief Fredrick did not give me anything except money for my service rendered to him.”

Clicking the stop button on the sound recorder and smiling a bit, Scorpion said “Thank you sir”

“You are welcome” Umar excited that the interrogation as finished was about to go back to his room, but was cut short by Scorpion's statement.

“Sir, before you go, in the crime scene where Chief Fredrick was murdered, we discovered a white handkerchief”

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CHAPTER 33

After researching for clues, the digging, the unearthing for more facts that will back Umar’s research, he was tired and needed massaging.

He went out of the hotel, got into his car, and drove out. Ignoring all traffic lights, Umar was in need of more action, more passion.

Umar can’t describe himself as a good father, because whenever he is away from home on work, he takes the liberty of indulging in amoral acts because the urge he cannot control.

Sometimes when there is nobody there to help him out with his urges, he did it himself. Stroking his groin with his hand, erecting watery sperm into his boxer, staining his trouser, he uses his handkerchief to clean off signs of it has it soaked the zip section of his trouser.

Sometimes making it hard for him to walk. He took a sharp turn towards the area where he gets clean whores at an expensive price, but they are damn clean, he always says.

There were ladies by the roadside, some yellow, black, chocolate color in skin tone.

There were four cars there; inside each car were men, young and old, selecting and making their pick.

After deciding on their pick, their choice lady will open the front car door and enter the car, driving them to a hotel of wherever nice they could have sex.

This ladies are different from other street walkers, because they provide sexual favours in massage parlors, expensive hotels and out of their own apartments.

At the end of the spectrum, often, they work for themselves and charge sums of money that can run into thousands of Naira for a night out.

Sometimes their clients are politicians, sports figures, and Nollywood movie stars.

Some of these women have stated that they are attracted by the large sums of money they can earn while they are still young.

Others see it as a way to pay or university education and further advancement.

Most state that they intend to leave the business once they have earned the amount they want or need.

They also see themselves as helping men save their marriages by supplying something they cannot get at home, or helping them chase away loneliness when they are on business trips.

There are women who see prostitution as their way out of poverty. While they may choose to sell themselves, it is economic necessity that drives them.

These are people who are unable to get jobs and are sometimes the only bread winners in the family.

Umar has interviewed some men on the reasons they patronize sex workers; some said, they just wanted sex but without all of emotional attachment that comes with a girlfriend, marriage and family; wanting casual sex with no obligations attached, while some said that they were being convinced that their Instruments is too small and that any average woman would laugh at and reject them.

Finally some said, working long, hard hours away from home, just in the case Umar.

As Umar proceeded with car forward almost eight ladies stepped towards the car, seeking that Umar was driving a Range Rover Sport, which he would pay big.

Umar wine-down his car left door glass and the ladies were marketing themselves to Umar, telling him what they could do for him on the bed, different strokes and styles they could show him.

At the long run, Umar choose a tall yellow light skinned lady that had artificial blue eyes.

Other ladies stepped back as the chosen lady entered the car. She waved to her co-whores and said they will meet in the morning.

The range rover swerved and retraced back to how it had came.

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CHARLES dropped Anthony in front of his house. Anthony looked at his house across the road and said to Charles “We are not making any progress Charles”

Charles didn’t say anything just stared at Anthony as if he was a stature.

“Isn’t there another way round we could nail these people?” Anthony asked.

Charles didn’t reply, he kept staring.

“Answer me Charles, am not talking to myself.” Anthony barked with fire in his eyes.

Charles heaved out a breath, took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket along with a lighter, he removed a stick of cigarette from the pack, placed the cigarette’s butt between his lips and was about to lit it with his lighter, Anthony snapped at him “You know am not comfortable around cigarettes”.

Charles felt the air was knocked out of him “Damn it Anthony, what do you want me to say?” he said further “I didn’t compel this mission on you, it was my mission, you forced yourself in and now you are scared.”

“Am not scared” Anthony snapped again.

“I just want this to be over, I want to go out in the night without looking at my back everyday, I want to go out in the morning without seeing your agents surveying my every movement.

I want to hold Tina hands in mine without being afraid that someone will use her to get to me.

I don’t want to go to my dad as a prodigal son, and tell him how sorry I am for not listening to him because it breaks my ego!” Anthony said further “I am no lab rat Charles. No am not.”

Charles could feel that Anthony was on the brink of shredding tears, so he said.

“I will call my supervisor and tell him to pull you out of this mission.”

Anthony said with anger “You better don’t!”

“Then what the Bleep do you want from me Anthony?” Charles said.

“Just get your stupid agents away from my house.” Anthony replied.

“You of all people knows that I can’t do that Anthony, it is for your own safety. Protection.” Charles said in a calmer way.

Anthony shaked his head before shifting from his seat towards Charles “Like you protected Chief Fredrick? Neither did you protect Saheed.”

“Is that what this is all about?” Charles asked “Casting guilty?”

Anthony didn't answer, he just stepped out of the car, tilted his head into the car from the open car glass and said “You had all the manpower and cause not to let those people die, but in the long run. You didn’t do anything. You and your agency let those people die so that your agency will not be revealed or for whatever fucking reason it is.”

Charles tried to say “We…”

Anthony had turned away before Charles could complete his statement.

Now have mentioned your name dearest.
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CHAPTER 33

After a long day at work, it's understandable that sometimes you want nothing more than to head home, take a nap or plop down on the couch for a few hours.

Working can be stressful and tiring, and unwinding is a good way to cope.

But when that tired feeling becomes frequent fatigue, you may be experiencing more than simple exhaustion after a hard day.

Fatigue can affect your performance on the job and place stress on your time with your family.

Fatigue can make it difficult for you to concentrate in the workplace.

You may notice that you make small mistakes that have big consequences.

You may also find that your reaction time and decision-making skill are not as sharp as they could be.

Repeated yawning and tiredness on the way home from work could complicate your commute.

While some may be the simple symptoms of not getting enough sleep, constantly forgetting things, headaches, joint pain, consistent fatigue for more than six months, aches and fatigue that restrict your daily activities could be the sign of chronic fatigue syndrome.

Adeyemi works in a very demanding mental and physical environment. It is high-stress, high-risk, high-reward.

Attending meetings and deposing correspondents about their findings, stage director showing him new stories and newsline to be covered.

And he love it. But the time demands can be severe, which made his non-work hours very precious.

When he gets home at night, if he gets anywhere near his bed or sit still for too long he simply fall asleep until the next day.

This is not OK. He has many projects and hobbies, dreams and plans that need doing and this post-work tiredness is really cramping his style.

It seems to have gotten worse lately. It's worst between 7:30pm and 9:30PM, if he manage to stay up that long he can go until midnight or so, which is his goal.

Adeyemi stepped into his car inorder to drive out of his workplace, the gateman was already stationed by the gate, he quickly opened the gate for the outgoing vehicle.

As Adeyemi’s car went out of the gate and wanted to proceed further on by his left. He was stopped by Scorpion.

Scorpion stood in front of his car, obstructing his path.

Adeyemi shouted angrily “Mr. Man, what is this nonsense, move away from the car.”

Instead of Scorpion heeding to Adeyemi’s order, he brought out his gun on his holster, and told Adeyemi to get out from the car.

Adeyemi quickly got out from the car and raised his hands up “What is this about?”

Scorpion was wearing a police uniform; he neared Adeyemi, turned his front body to the car, opened up his leg and frisked him, in search for weapons which he didn’t have in possession.

After the searching, Scorpion turned Adeyemi back to himself, and put back put his gun back to its holster.

Adeyemi complained “What is this officer?”
Scorpion looked at him and said “Relax, an anonymous tip came by our station that you were in possession of gun that killed Chief Fredrick of the Southern Political Party.” He said further “I believe you know him.”

Adeyemi looked quizzical “What a joke” he smiled and said further “Even if such a tip comes to your station, must you use a ruffian method of searching for the a gun?”

Scorpion said “Sir, I am the lead detective in the murder case of Chief Fredrick, and the family of the late victim is pressurizing our district to find the killer and bring him or her to justice.” He said further “I never wanted to use this kind of method before, but I was cajoled by my superiors to do this. Am sorry.” He said with a sincere face.

Adeyemi had had enough for the night “No problem, and some other detective came to my office in the morning to ask me about Chief Fredrick giving me something to keep for him when he was alive. Which he didn’t”

Scorpion said “Are you sure?”

Adeyemi looked at him in a mean way.
“Sir, put yourself in the position of the family of the late victim, wouldn’t you want justice for the man?” Scorpion asked in a polite way.

“Yes, I would” Adeyemi said as he was seeing meaning to what Scorpion was saying.

“So sir, did Chief Fredrick gave you anything at all. Nothing is irrelevant.”

“I swear he didn’t.” Adeyemi said with honesty.
“All right sir. If you later remember anything, please come to our station to make the statement.” Scorpion said.

“I will.” Adeyemi said as he was tired of the conversation.

Scorpion turned away and disappeared into the dark, while Adeyemi opened his car door, entered, turned on the ignition key and drove away.

Adeyemi wished the police could stop tormenting him about the murder of Chief Fredrick. He was feeling breathless being interrogated.

He took a quick turn, and was on a bridge; he watched the water below by his right hand side.

He used his right hand to turn on his mp3 player, he was playing Sasha Jones’ music; how to love. And sang along as the music was playing.

Suddenly, creeping up beside him, on his left hand side, was a person on a powerbike, the person told him to wind down his car glass.

Using his hand to demonstrate, Adeyemi didn’t know what to do. He ignored him and accelerated his speed.

The powerbike keep up to him, Adeyemi didn’t understand what was going on, he didn’t accelerate his speed this time around, he just focused on the road ignoring the bike man.

Instantly, the person manning the powerbike brought forth a pistol and pointed it at Adeyemi’s car glass, fired three shots, and accelerated his speed, all three shots hit Adeyemi in the head, splitting his left eye straight into his skull. Blood.

Dead Adeyemi’s car went out of control, as the car swerved around and broke the long iron pipe-like railing fixed by the side of the bridge.

Other oncoming vehicles avoided Adeyemi's car has it swerved. Rotating wildly and out of control.

And it slipped, slipped off the bridge. And fell into the deep sea. Sinking low. The sea swallowing the car and its contents including Adeyemi's dead body.

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Two to go.... I think Umar knows something else that might help the duo or, the excitement of getting a reporter who knows about the Latnoc misleads me.

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Am sorry. I will. Thanks for reading, hope you are enjoying the story.