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    The Inspector General of the Gennanian police
    force, Destiny Noel, strode leisurely down the
    stairs, his fingers making quick, fussy
    movements on the rails. Many things dwelt on
    his mind. His legs buckled and he suddenly
    stopped. A pulsating headache overtook him
    and his heart palpitated with the rush of
    adrenaline. After a while, he summoned a little
    strength and hastened to the sitting room.
    Soon, he was lying stretched out on a couch.
    The previous day, his doctor had called his
    attention to his rising blood pressure and
    advised that he found sufficient time for rest.
    When his doctor said that, he had stared at
    him with utter defiance. Was he not aware the
    nation was in a dire and complex situation?
    He thought. “I’m the Inspector General of
    police for goodness sake.” He told his doctor,
    “The nation looks up to me to get her out of
    this mess.” He said with a note of finality. The
    doctor looked up at him and suggested, “Why
    don’t you ask the president to give you some
    days off. Your health is at stake and you can’t
    help the nation if you break down.” The IG
    smiled, “Thanks for your concern.” He
    squeezed his shoulder gently, “I’ll not
    breakdown, not now.” And he had dismissed
    him. Though the IG was glad when he was
    appointed the Inspector General by the late
    President Williams Bruno, the current security
    condition of the nation was seriously weighing
    down on him. To compound his misery, he
    now lived on his past glory but was
    determined to resurrect as the savior the
    nation once knew. Even as he made up his
    mind on this, he knew his chances were lean.
    After a while, he shut his eyes and
    concentrated his thoughts on the late
    president. He remembered with pains how he
    was murdered right under his nose and how
    the police were still up to the moment kept in
    the dark about the person behind his death.
    At this point, he felt his headache increasing
    and immediately swallowed some pills he took
    from his Bosom pocket. Reaching for a can of
    water on the stool, he poured some quantity
    into a glass and drank it. Feeling somewhat
    relieved, he allowed his mind to drift and he
    remembered vividly how he came to become
    friends with late President Williams Bruno,
    many years back, when they were still
    undergraduates of Federal University of Efotu,
    *** It was a bright Thursday morning in the
    Federal University of Efotu. The time was 7:45.
    The campus was warm and caressing and
    there was a cloudless sky above. The campus
    buzzed as usual with students and lecturers
    going about their daily routine. At the gigantic
    campus gate stood a couple of armed military
    men screening long line of cars that drove in
    and out of the campus. Among the cars
    driving in was Williams’ Honda Prelude. The
    school gloried in being the oldest university in
    the country and the only university built by
    the British before they allowed Genna
    independence. The dilapidated buildings
    scattered all over the compound attested to
    that fact. This particular morning, the
    atmosphere of the campus seemed calm but
    all was not normal. It was the month of the
    first coup in the country, the month Major
    General Robert Smart struck. Cultists cashed
    in on the tension and confusion, which
    engulfed the nation and terrorized both
    students and lecturers with their nefarious
    activities. They connived with the soldiers
    working in the school and made the campus
    hell for both staff and students. It was the
    turn of Williams to be screened. He edged his
    car to the gate and put a foot on the brakes,
    “Williams Bruno,” he said, “a fourth year
    student of law.” He pulled his ID card from his
    pocket and showed the soldier who was now
    leaning on the window of the passenger’s
    seat. The soldier examined it scrupulously and
    “What’ve you got in the boot?” Williams shook
    his head, “Nothing.”
    The soldier regarded him, “Let me have a
    Williams shifted the gear to P, got out of the
    car and moved behind the car, to the boot.
    The soldier followed him. Williams unlocked
    the boot. The soldier looked into it, nodded
    and handed him his ID
    “You can now go.” He waved him on.
    Williams smiled, entered the car and sent it
    forward. He drove up the main avenue,
    slackened brakes and turned left, en route for
    his classroom. He was only few miles to his
    classroom when he saw them. Two cultists
    rushed from under a yew tree to the road,
    blocking him. They were holding pistols.
    “Pull over here.” One of them said, pointing to
    the side of the road, “You know the drill.”
    To Be Continued…

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    Episode 2

    Williams pulled over immediately, his heart
    hammering violently. His hand was already
    shaking as he turned off the ignition. He
    closed his eyes for a quick prayer but was
    instantly brought back to the reality by a
    severe pain that suddenly overtook him. Blood
    was dripping down his fine face. One of the
    cultists had pushed his hand through the
    window and smashed his forehead with a gun.
    “Leave the key in the ignition and jump out of
    the car this minute.” He fired several shots
    into the air and lecturers and students around
    the vicinity ran helter-skelter, soon the road
    was deserted. No one dared stop them. They
    all knew the implication. If you interfere in
    their business, you become the next victim. A
    story was once told about a dauntless male
    student who tried to stop a group of cultists
    raping a female lecturer inside a classroom
    from the act; who was later found dead in his
    room the following morning, his head missing.
    Williams clung on to the car key. He wasn’t
    going to let them take the car. He determined.
    It was his parents’ only car and it had cost a
    fortune. He wouldn’t stand the tears that
    would streak their ageing faces when he told
    them the car was gone.
    The cultists grew furious. One of them hit the
    roof and said, “We’ve got no time to waste.
    Step out immediately.” His voice was a roar.
    Williams didn’t respond. He sat still, his body
    trembling and his head burning. The blood
    was already past his nose and he clenched his
    lips tight to stop it from entering his mouth.
    One of the cultists, dark with rage forced the
    door open and the other helped him to drag
    Williams out of the car. They pulled him
    across the yew tree to an empty classroom
    and began working mercilessly on him. One
    was kicking him violently all over his body
    while the other was jabbing a gun in the
    wound on his forehead. Williams screamed
    until his scream became a muffled cry. The
    floor was filled with his blood. It was only
    when Williams became unconscious that they
    decided to leave him. Before they left, they
    turned his pockets inside out and took his
    wallet. One of them picked the car key from
    the floor and they started toward the door.
    When they were about eight paces from
    Williams, Destiny Noel rushed into the
    classroom, panting. He was wearing a black
    turtleneck sweater on navy blue jeans.
    “Jesus Christ!” He said with a great rage.
    “What the hell have you_”
    A shot rang out, a bullet making for Noel, but
    he was too fast. He stooped immediately and
    the bullet missed him, piercing the wall. The
    cultists fired four more shots but Noel was
    already behind the iron door. He dodged each
    bullet with it as he became a bundle of
    nerves. They dropped their guns on the floor
    and rushed at him. Noel watched them
    coming violently toward him and made his
    hands into fists. He wasn’t going to let them
    kill him without a fight. They got to him, each
    aiming to hit him at strategic joints. The first
    missed him, blowing the wall and leaving a
    crack on it. The second was not unfortunate.
    He punched Noel in his ribs, sending him to
    the floor. The first, whose eyes now glittered
    murderously, whisked out a knife from his
    pocket and made to slash Noel’s throat. Noel
    saw the knife almost on his neck, made an
    acrobatic move to the left and jumped to his
    feet immediately. The knife made a deep hole
    in the floor and stuck there. The miss sent the
    cultist off balance and he tumbled to the
    ground. The second aimed his fist at Noel’s
    mouth but Noel stopped him halfway with his
    forearm and quickly gave him an upper kick,
    followed by a knuckle sandwich, breaking his
    jaw. A tooth flew out and blood came gushing
    out. The cultist felt dizzy but didn’t give up.
    He grinned and closed in on Noel, giving him
    a hard blow on his cheek. Noel was sent
    backwards. He felt the deep cut the cultist
    had inflicted on his cheek and the blood
    coming out from it. He managed to regain his
    balance and looked around for weapons but
    found none. In a second, he moved swiftly and
    was on the cultist again. Noel hit his elbow at
    his broken jaw again and again and watched
    him fell on his knees. Blood kept pumping out
    of his mouth and splashing on the floor. To
    the left, out of the corner of his eyes, Noel saw
    the first cultist as he hastened madly toward
    him, his knee held in place for a wild kick; his
    target was Noel’s g---n. Noel sprinted forward
    and the kick missed him and landed on the
    jaw of the other cultist. Blood kept flowing
    profusely from his jaw and mouth and Noel
    gritted his teeth to stifle a laugh. He knew the
    young man wouldn’t last the next minute. Like
    a rocket, the first cultist rushed for his gun.
    He picked it and fired three shots in Noel’s
    direction. He almost took Noel unawares but
    he was lucky for he jumped behind the one
    with a shattered jaw and used him to dodge
    the bullets. It was only when this cultist that
    was his shield slumped dead that Noel knew
    he was going to die. He felt his stomach
    quivering and he bit his lips bitterly. I died
    saving an innocent life. He thought. The
    cultist was now inching closer to him, a smile
    that barely went beyond his lips resting on his
    face. His short finger was firm on the trigger
    and his red eyes were fixed on his lifeless
    colleague that lay on the floor.
    “Mr. Smart, you’re wonderful.” His voice was
    mirthless and he brought his eyes to Noel,
    “Your skill is commendable but your time is
    up. Tell me, what’ll you miss most when I kill
    you?” He was now in front of Noel, the muzzle
    pressed hard against his ribs. Noel didn’t
    utter a word. He was figuring many things in
    his mind, his head slightly bent. The cultist
    puckered his lips, “I’m waiting.” He pushed the
    muzzle harder against his ribs and Noel felt
    an excruciating pain that he felt like
    attempting to snatch the gun from him. He
    knew what Noel was considering, “Never think
    of it.” He said slowly, “Play any funny game
    and I’ll make your death painful and lingering.
    Macfigure, the comrade you just murdered will
    miss his bevy of beautiful girls.” He gave him
    a stern look, “I’ll like to know yours. Now, tell
    me what you’ll miss most when I kill you. It
    won’t change anything but believe me, it’s
    going to help.”
    To Be Continued…

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    next pls

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    Ride On

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    Episode 3

    Noel believed him. He knew he would
    eventually die, but dying painfully and slowly
    was what he didn’t want. He looked him in his
    eyes, read the callousness written there and
    dropped his gaze. When he finally spoke, his
    voice came out in a whisper, “I’ll miss
    nothing.” He looked up immediately and
    noticed Williams. He was crawling painfully
    toward the gun which was some steps from
    him. Noel knew he needed to keep the cultist
    distracted until Williams got the gun, “Did I
    say I’ll miss nothing?” He almost sang, “Sorry,
    that was a mistake. I’ll miss everything: my
    parents, my friends, my classmates, everyone I
    value,” Williams was now holding the gun. He
    aimed at the cultist’s spinal cord and fought
    to steady his nervous finger on the trigger.
    “I’ll miss Jack, my dog,” Noel’s voice grew
    louder but slower, “and most importantly, I’ll
    miss you.” Williams pulled the trigger that
    instant and the cultist dropped dead.

    In the next fifteen minutes, Williams was
    already on admission in the campus clinic. He
    looked pale and lay unconscious. He was put
    on a drip and was being giving a blood
    transfusion. Noel was sitting on a seat at the
    tail end of the ward, his eyes fixed on Williams
    and a brown plaster was on his left cheek.
    Two detectives stood beside the bed. One was
    in his forties, tall, with a sensitive face and
    hazel eyes. He looked serious minded and had
    the habit of blinking non-stop whenever he
    spoke. The other was equally in his forties, but
    a bit younger. He was an attractive and
    avuncular-looking man who seemed to be
    smiling always. They were both in casual
    clothes. After a brief examination of the
    unconscious Williams, they walked over to
    “I’m Inspector Stephen” the older one said, his
    eyes blinking. He placed a palm on his
    colleague’s shoulder, “and this is Inspector
    Marcus. We’re from the anti-robbery squad.
    We need to ask you some questions about the
    incident that just happened.” They sat down.
    Marcus took out a notepad and a ballpoint
    from his Bosom pocket.
    “You’re Destiny Noel?” Stephen said, running
    his eyes through him.
    Noel wondered whether it was a statement or
    a question. He nodded, “Yes.”
    “A third year student of criminology?”
    Noel nodded and adjusted forward.
    “How did you become involved in what
    happened today?” Stephen’s voice was flat.
    Noel inhaled slowly, “I was heading to the
    library when I heard shots. The next thing was
    that I saw two cultists dragging this young
    man” he pointed at Williams, “into an empty
    classroom. I knew immediately that something
    was wrong and was forced to save his life
    though I didn’t know_”
    To Be Continued…

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