THE KILLER … (18+) … Part 17

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Sani was under pressure from the state
government to arrest the guy with the
sniper but he didn’t even have any clue as to
where to find him. Just some few minutes
back, the governor called him and was
threatening to involve the nigerian army if
NATU fails to do their job.
This is one of the most tasking mission
NATU is embarking on and the state
government might decide to scrap them if
there were not efficient. All this and many
more problems on his neck made him to
regret why he left his Job in the sss just to
become the director of NATU.
If things go wrong and they don’t find a
way to change the status quo of events,
then they might as well start learning trade
because the government would not hesitate
to scrap them and they will become jobless
just like their colleagues in the other states.
He thought about the mouths he was
supposed to feed, how on earth would he
cater for his family when he gets sack?
Perhaps all this wouldn’t have happened if
he hadn’t listened to jimmy’s opinion.
But jimmy had been his trusted man in the
corperation. If there are any two people sani
trusts in his corperation then it has to be
Jimmy and agent Musa.
He quickly called Jimmy.
“Jimmy Nwachukwu” Jimmy replied as soon
as he picked the call.
“are you guys making headways?” sani
asked
“I think you might want to see this” Jimmy
replied.
Sani dropped the phone and smiled. This is
one of the reasons he liked Jimmy, he is very
efficient.
A well dressed man on suit walked into the
prison Yard. He was looking corperate as if
he was going for a business meeting. He
was holding a black leather.
“Good afternoon officer” he greeted the
warder on duty.
“Ehm.. Good afternoon, wetin i fit do for
you?
“Ehm.. Officer i want…” he was saying
something when his phone rang.
“Hello. he picked the call.
What!!! My daughter got an accident? I will
be there right away” he said and ended the
call.
“Ehm, officer no vex, them just call me say
my daughter get accident, i been wan see
my friend but i no go fit see am again, just
help me give am this food, him name na
Olundare jacobs, na yesterday them transfer
am come here” he handed the officer the
leather.
“Tell am say na Dr. Amos bring am” he said.
“Oga, no be police station we they, na
prison. We no dey collect food here, we the
feed them” The warder informed him.
“Ah officer, na my friend o, and na him call
me say make i bring food for am” The man
said.
“Oya taste the food” the warder
commanded.
“Oga na there small wahala dey. I get ulcer
and pepper dey that food. My doctor say
make i no eat pepper” he informed the
warder and handed him some naira notes.
“just use this one buy pure water” he said.
The warder collected the money with smiles
on his face.
“wetin be your friend name again?” he
asked.
“Na Olundare jacobs” the man replied, stood
up and left. When he got outside, he
brought out his phone and dialed a number.
“mission accomplished” he said and ended
the call.
The warder took the food to Jacobs.
“Olundare Jacobs” he called out. Jacobs
bolted up immediately and went to the man.
“Dr. Amos say make i give you this food” he
informed him.
Jacobs gracefully took the food and went to
his corner to sit. Attah was snoring as he
was fast asleep. Jacobs opened the food and
saw the lap of an unlucky chicken sitting
comfortably on a fried rice which looked
very palatable. He swallowed saliva.
“This is going to be a wonderful meal” he
thought.
Dr. Amos almost spoilt his car horn as if that
would make the cars in front of him
disappear. Sometimes he wished he lived in
a less busy town.
He was sweating profusely and he didn’t
even care, all he cared about was to prepare
the antidote for his patient. He had spent
close to thirty minutes in the hold up and he
hasn’t even moved his car. An idea popped
to his head. He picked up his phone and
called his mechanic. In 20minutes time the
mechanic was there. He handed over the key
to his car to the mechanic and quickly
crossed to the other lane where the hold up
wasn’t as much as the one he parked his
car. His plan was to follow one of his
shortcut and when he gets to a clear road,
he would stop a public transport vehicle. He
looked at his Benzodiazepine which he
rapped in a black leather and smiled.
He was about going when a bike came from
behind and snatched the leather from his
hand.

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