ELVIS (ACTION) EPISODE 3,4&5

CHAPTER THREE

Monday
09:50
The test is about to start, students can be seen entering in anticipation of the test. Elvis is about 5 minutes out; he woke up late due to the midnight calls he did the previous night. He ran as he tried to keep up with the time, his friends didn’t sleep in the room overnight so there’s no one to wake him up. He was sweating like a Christmas goat as he grinded to a halt in front of the hall, he joined the queue and tendered his Identification card as he entered the hall.

“Where is your drawing board” a thick voice startled him which turned out to be one of the lecturers who’s invigilating the exam.

He looked around and realized he’s the odd one out since every student has arranged their drawing sheet neatly on their drawing board, patiently waiting for the commencement of the exam.

“Eh…Em…..sir, I dropped it somewhere sir” he replied after some lightyears of silence.

“Mr man, get out, come back when you are ready for the test” the lecturer barked

He dashed out of the exam hall to get the board.

“Pass the question to the next person beside you…..if there’s any discriminating material on you its better you do without them now for………” echoed after him as he ran out of the big hall for his board.
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He walked out of the location grinning. He decided to while away the time in canteen. The canteen is at a safe distance from the hall. He ordered some snacks, took a sit beside the window where he can enjoy the scenery of the whole event. He smiled as a student rushed towards the location, maybe he wants to read.

“Sorry boy”

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Elvis searched frantically for the board where he had placed it, after several minutes of searching, he had given up and was about sitting on the floor in resignation when he saw his board at the base of the large pillar. ‘How did it get their’ he thought.

He rushed towards it and picked it up, he was about to turn back to leave when he saw something blinking. He looked closer and saw
00:05:25 which changed to 00:05:24 and keeps on reducing every second, it looks like a timer of some sort. What timer is it?

He dragged away the materials covering the object, he went numb for a minute when he remembered he do see this in Hollywood movie, oh it’s a bomb. He ran out of fear, looked around in anxiety and ran back in again, what I’m I to do?

He tried to pull out the bomb and then discovered that it is fastened to a metal railing around the pillar, he can’t pull it out.

He must alert everybody. Now the timer is 00:03:20 and counting.

He ran towards the exam hall shouting at the top of his voice. He barged into the exam hall

“Mr. Man, I told you not to come back when you are not yet ready for the exam, now get….” The troubling lecturer barked again.

“Sir, sir, there is…..there is….bomb….under the hall” he managed to reply breathlessly

The word ‘bomb’ was not taking slightly by the students, those within hearing range of Elvis has started jumping and causing commotion.

“wetin happen?”

“wetin he talk”

“shey he no dey do test ni?”

And other rhetorical questions were been thrown around by some student.

Elvis seeing the commotion he had caused, some students are already leaving in haste, objects are been thrown in the air, yet some students at the back are oblivious of what is happening at the far front.

Maybe he can drag the bomb out……

He rushed out of the hall to the bomb location, now the timer is 00:01:02 and counting, he gave it one last pull, he put a leg on the pillar and pulled the metal holding the bomb with all his might, it felt like he’d trying to pull the pillar itself. The metal is not bulging.

00:00:25 00:00:24 00:00:23

He must get out of here, he left the railing and decided to run out, he turned and fell to discover his leg is stuck in between the pillar and the metal railing. He furiously tried to break himself free. He succeeded after some minutes.
00:00:11 00:00:10 00:00:09

He ran out of the building as the beeping from the bomb got louder.
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He stirred in his seat when he saw the student ran out of there shouting at the top of his voice. He’s too far away to hear what the student is shouted about, the student ran into the hall and he saw some students hastening out of the hall.

“F--k” he muttered “The board” why didn’t he think of that possibility.

Students are already gushing out of the hall like water from a dam that collapsed; he kept on cursing under his breath wishing the bomb to go off immediately.

Some people are already gathering at a distance from the hall, they consist mainly of students rushing out of the hall who are relaying different dimension of rumours to the few bystanders gathering increasingly.
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He ran as fast as his athletic legs would carry him; his heels are touching his head. As he ran, he’s shouting at the top of his voice for students to back off, the already gathered bystanders at a safe distance moved further backward, some students are still trying to get out of the hall, the rush with which they are trying to get out of the hall made there to be a kind of hold-up in their escape quest. Some fell, some were trampled on, and some got stuck all for survival.

He heard a loud bang, and a crashing sound. The force of the impact sent out a gust of wind carried by the dispersion waves. He felt himself flying, he felt he’s falling, his head hit something. Darkness rushed towards him and engulfed him.
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A job well done even with the commotion created already. He was however intrigued by the student who saved and reduced the casualties of his plan. He stood up, readjusted his sunshades and walked out of the restaurant. He walked towards the young man who had been knocked out by the blast from the bomb.

“What a cute young man” he said raising the head of the unconscious boy examining him like a prized asset.

Now is the time for some fun and some warm p---y, He stood up and left the scene. Walking like a child who’s anxious to show his nice result to his parents.

CHAPTER FOUR

8 years later

The plane shook a bit as it landed softly on the runaway and taxied over it. It taxied for several meters before grinding to a stop. The hatch door is opened and passengers trooped out. Flight attendants stood at each side of the door welcoming each passenger to Nigeria and asking how well their flight as gone, they are not to be deterred by most passengers who acted as if they are not there.

Dressed in a blue round necked t-shirt, on a jean and a shoe to match, Elvis walked towards the opened hatch of the plane, he murmured his reply to the greetings of the sexy plane attendant who wore a flirting smile. He walked down the hatch and walked towards the arriving lounge of the airport. After finalizing the formalities and picking his luggage, he made his way out of the airport.

He saw someone holding up his name afar off, he walked closer to discover its his sister. On sighting him, she ran with reckless abandon towards him, throwing her whole weight against him, she squeezed him tightly as her hands could afford.

“You know you are now a big girl, throwing yourself at a young bachelor like that” Elvis retorted faking a straight face.

“A young bachelor my foot and its not like your fiancée is anywhere around here” Jane replied.

“My fiancée’s not around, but you might have just broken the heart of a guy wanting to come up to you….” He replied earning him some few punches on his shoulder.

“Did he tell you that you are now beautiful, not that girl with chubby cheeks, who sulks at the slightest chance” he fired back as she went around to help him with some of his luggage.

“You know you are still mean as ever” she replied feigning a hurt-filled countenance.

“I miss you baby girl” he said now hugging and squeezing her.

“You are hurting me bully bro” she manage to say trying to wrench herself from his grasp.

They dragged themselves out of the airport dragging Elvis luggage after them. They entered the blue Camry Jane came with after dumping his luggage in the booth. Jane chattered all the way, filling him in of all the happenings that had taken place in his absence.

Elvis sat comfortably beside his driving sister; she had stopped chattering leaving him to his thoughts. After recuperating fully from the disaster of his former university, he had vowed to catch the culprit behind the bombing. The disaster claimed the life of more than 2000 students, leaving about 3000 students more injured. The school was closed down indefinitely by the vice chancellor but he’s oblivious of the current situation of the school. He felt responsibility for the death of all the students, he wished he had come to the test venue earlier to discover the bomb earlier or better still catch the bomber at it. If only he was seven minutes earlier.

After spending weeks at the hospital, unconscious for most part of it as he was told, he decided to become a detective. He travelled out of the country to study criminology, after his A’ level, he went ahead for his masters and PHD, now back, he’s confident he’ll catch the culprit, at least the investigative department of the Crime Investigating Organization (the secret organization he would be working with) will have some findings, he’ll just use his PHD knowledge to put it together and catch the culprit. It won’t take long; it should be done and dusted in a few weeks. He thought.

“What are you thinking about?” Jane asked bringing him out of his gorge of thoughts.

“Just wandering how much change has occurred within 8 years of leaving Nigeria” he said masking his true thoughts.

“Yea, a lot of things has changed but most noticeable my brother” she replied with a stern look.

“Of course I’m now a big brother” he replied shelving her true line of thought.

“Do you think I’m not observant enough to notice the changes in my brother after the incident at his school?” she replied eyes on the road.
His facial expression got darker.

“Now that you know, have the culprits been found?”

“There you go again with your culprit stuff, there are no culprit, the hall collapsed due to poor building materials and the construction company has been sued” She replied slamming her wrists on the steering.

“There was a bomb underneath the hall, it was fastened to a metal railing, I tried to pull it off but I couldn’t, I know what I saw” Elvis interjected

“There was no bomb anywhere, the police searched and searched for any evidence of bombs but found none”

”Can’t someone just believe me?” He whimpered, “Not even my blood sister”

”Believe you?” she said bringing the car to a halt beside the sidewalk along the road “What are we to believe, do you know what we passed through when you were unconscious, you kept on mumbling incoherent rubbish, you went all AWOL about bomb, explosions and all. We have all chosen to believe you at least to know what you mean by the bomb and bombings but the doctor made us think otherwise, he told us you suffered some kind of damage to your brain when you hit your head on the ground that might cause hallucinations. Now tell me, who would believe someone after hearing such”

He had known his sister to be a straightforward person, how had he not heard of this earlier. Now he knows the reason for the fits he suffered.

He opted to keep silent since no one will believe whatever he says, to them he’s a miniature of a mentally deranged person.

Since no reply is forthcoming, Jane swerved back on track and they continued the journey. But something is hitting hard on Elvis’s mind; he must bring the destructive element that truncated the life of thousands to justice.

CHAPTER FIVE

He stood before the building housing the CIO, braced himself for the first day at work and walked into it. The CIO occupies two floors the 19th and 20th of a 20-storeyed building situated along marina Lagos state. He walked towards the lift’s end, pressed the button and waited patiently for the elevator to descend. A lady joined him but attracted his attention when she almost knock a basket flowers over him in her haste.

“I’m sorry sir, I’m late for work, meeting my new boss today, first impression eh” she managed to say while arranging her stuffs back in the basket, shaking all through.

“It’s okay” Elvis replied arranging his disheveled clothing.

“I’m Emily” she said with an outstretched hand after arranging her basket.

“I’m Elvis” he replied taking the hand.

The lift came down just then and they filed into it having been joined by two older ladies and a man likely to be in his mid-thirties. They clicked their floor of destination. Elvis clicked the 19th.

“Oops, we are going to the same floor” Emily interjected again.

Elvis kept silent, he doesn’t speak to strangers especially those who talk a lot especially ladies. He hummed to himself accordance to the hum of the lift as the elevator travels up. The other passengers had gotten off before the 15th floor, now left with Emily in the elevator.

“Are you here to meet someone or work” she asked turning to face him with a funny inquisitive lady’s look on her face.

He continued his humming, realizing he’s in no mood to talk, she left him be, the elevator dings and she rushed off to her post of duty. He walked in surveying the floor as he did; the entrance stretches for a few meters before opening to a large circular room surrounded with a make-shift wall made of plywood to about a meter and raised to eye level with a transparent glass like material.

The large room contained cubicles which ran along the circumference and a four of the cubicles situated in the middle perpendicularly to each other. Behind large room has for directions leading out of it, one the elevator, one straight ahead to the office of the Inspector General, the one to the right leads to the gents and ladies and the one to the left leads to the offices of the team leaders.

“Welcome, you must be Mr. Elvis, the new intake” a stout man with a pot belly said with hands wide stretched like he’s expecting a hug.

“Yea, I am” he replied trying to adjust to the tense atmosphere created by increasing stares from some technicians.

“I’m Esiogu, the chief lieutenant, let’s talk in my office” he said leading the way, Elvis followed like a lamb been led to slaughter.

Elvis would have been made a chief inspector due to his grade but wasn’t due to lack of experience. He’s cloud above others so he’ll rise speedily to the post; however he’s made the team leader of a group of four.

After several minutes of discussion, the two men came out of the office with Esiogu leading the way and showing him around. He was later shown his team members.

The first member was a skinny young man with a pair of round grotesque glasses worn over his pair of effervescent eyes. He’s the computer geek. Esiogu was particularly ecstatic when introducing him, “if possible that life can be hacked, we will all be doing his wishes” he had said. The second member is a Yoruba guy, he would have been accepted for a bouncer without a look at his credentials at any club he applies, “I’m Timileyin, you can call me Timi” Timi said taking his hands. The last member is an experienced man, maybe in his 50s, he ought to have been promoted but it has always been delayed for God knows why. He’s name is Dauda.

He greeted them all and hoped for a long working period with them. He’s not too young to notice the quizzical look and trust-bereft look on their face.

A young guy been their leader because of academic knowledge not field experience. He has to win this lot over to make his work easier.

He excused them to talk to the Inspector General

“Sir, there’s something I want to ask you sir” he said

“Go ahead my friend” Esiogu replied with a friendly candor.

Are pot-bellied people this friendly and humble?

“It’s about the incident that occurred in Hallmark University, about 8 years ago, I want to know if the case has been solved and the bomber found?”

Hope I’m not deranged to this man.

Esiogu’s face twitched a bit but he recovered on time.

“I heard of the case over the television and it has been solved, the Belinger Construction Company has been punished for the poor infrastructure they built”

“But that’s not what happened sir” seeing the anger seeping into Esiogu’s face quickly added

“no offense sir”

“No offence taken, the last IG solved it before he stepped down” losing his anger tensed face.

“Sir…”

“Can you please let’s celebrate today” he said standing up and grabbing a cup of coffee, leaving the office.

Elvis followed abruptly, he felt someone bumping into him, his clothes wet with coffee. He looked up with anger brewing in him to discover that it’s Ellie again. The bump made Esiogu turn back.

“I’m sorry, very sorry” Ellie said trying to dry up his wet clothes with a napkin.

“Elvis, meet Ellie your secretary” Esiogu said sipping from his cup

“What? My secretary?” he replied stunned.