ELVIS (ACTION) EPISODE 19&20

CHAPTER NINETEEN
Elvis was still gasping when Ben got to him, Dauda is next before the other team leaders and their members got to him, the IG was the last with the bomb and forensic squads. The forensic squad got to work; the bomb squad removed the disarmed bomb and took it away while the forensic team took the two dead bodies away. Now Elvis has to explain the mystery of the two dead bodies.

The press are already in the TBS although they aren’t allowed to enter the old facility, they waited outside the podium like a lion ready to pounce on any high official of the ICO that comes out of the facility, the news have filtered out that the name of the hero that stopped the bomb is Elvis, they are all eager to interview the hero. All TV stations in the nation are transmitting the live broadcast.

“I don’t like my orders been discarded especially in a very humiliating way, you’ll be severely punished for that” The IG said vehemently, Elvis’ head is bent in embarrassment

“I’ll understand any punishment sir” Elvis said

“Your punishment is a killing hug” with the IG squeezing him hard in a bear hug so much that he winched in pain “You did well son” he continued patting him with his croaking voice, bringing relieve to Elvis and his team members’ face.

“What happened here?” The IG said referring to the two dead bodies the forensic teams are whisking away.

“I’ll give you a detailed report at the office sir” Elvis replied hoping to have come up with a not so incriminating report of what really happened.

Elvis steped out to the open, appreciating the bright light of the afternoon after spending decades in the old facility, camera clicks welcome him, the reporters rushed towards him, throwing barrages of questions against him. Why hasn’t someone warned him of the reporters, he was at loss of which question to answer with the flurry of questions been thrown at him, he was saved by Ben who silenced the reporters and make them ask a question at a time.
“What is your name sir?” A reporter asked

“Durotoye Elvis”

“The whole Nigeria is buzzing with the news of your heroic act of stopping the bomb and saving lives, how did you learn of the bomb in the first instance?” Another reporter asked

“We got a lead from a source and we decided to chase it down, see where it lead us” Elvis replied.

“That was a very close ordeal, weren’t you for once afraid of dying?” Another asked

“Of course I am, I can’t get away fast enough so I have to do something, luckily for me it worked”

“Do you have a suspect in mind, someone who you think might be behind the bombing?” Another reporter asked

“We were unable to get the suspect alive, but we are working on some leads, we’ll let you know any latest information. We will always try our best to fight terrorism. Thank you.” Elvis replied bringing an end to the press conference.

The press always spices up any bit of information they get, cooking up stories and various versions of the information irrespective of the information they are given. Elvis expected them to release various versions of the bombing event but he’s not perturbed a bit, he has other things to worry about, should he tell the IG the truth, he had to get the information about the Cedrick first.

Questions were still thrown after him but he’s done with the press, luckily for him the IG came out and the press turned their attention towards him. Ben and Dauda are following him closely has he headed for the van with Timi in it. He knows he’s highly indebted to Timi. He hugged Timi as a sign of appreciation with Timi resuming his work on the system while Ben entered the driving seat and the van kicked to life has it headed for the office.

Timi has drawn up the information on Cedrick Nwosu from the NBI database; he explained to Elvis what he has found.

Cedrick Nwosu was an agent of the NBI who had been on a secret mission for a period of 3years. Only a few knows about this diplomatic mission, the identity of one of these is known and that is the chief commander of the NBI. What mission can it be to merit only the knowledge of the chief commander of the NBI?. Timi saw uneasiness in Elvis’ face.

“Do you know him sir?” Timi asked.

“He’s dead, met him in the old facility”

“It’s not your fault you know?” Timi said.

Elvis looked around to see if anyone is within ear-range, he was glad to see Dauda occupied with his thought and at the extreme end of the van, he wouldn’t have heard nonetheless.

“What do you mean by that?” Elvis asked quietly returning his gaze to Timi.

“Nothing sir” Timi replied quickly before turning to his computer, resuming his work.

Elvis heaved a sigh of relief, he had had a long day, he close his eyes, opening his mind to his thoughts, trying to have a definite answer or answers to the uncoordinated questions that tumbled around in his end.

‘Was this a set-up?’ ’Did Cedrick go dark during his mission?’ ‘What was the mission?’ ’What is he to tell the IG in his report?’ ‘what is the relationship between Titus and MSN’ are just a few of the questions in his mind as the van tumbled along the road

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In the heart of Victoria Island, a very elegant brown duplex stood, the surroundings are well decorated with flowers, the gates stood tall, the fence is painted in white with iron cables lying over the fence as a security measure, the surrounding is so serene despite the heavy security men that littered the building. A garage is beside the building with over 10 cars uncovered, while about 15 more are covered with tapoulines, the least of the uncovered one is a 2013 range rover sport.

Inside the building in a heavily furnished office is a man in suit, sitting leisurely on a Italian leathered sofa, a glass of wine is in his right hand, on the stool before him is a bottle of 1875 Eblinks wine; a legendary wine with a special recipe, it’s cost could feed a family for a month.

“The plan is underway, the first step is currently been executed,” MSN said into the phone his left hand is holding to his ear.

“Okay, the plan will be hitch-free, it’s a guaranteed success…..yes….no problem…..I’ll give you a call later…….bye” he dropped the call and sipped from his cup of wine, relishing the taste with maximum satisfaction and contention.

His phone rang again and he made to pick it with alacrity. He stood up after listening for a few seconds to the person on the other side of the phone and made for the television remote, the huge television flicked to light as he pressed the remote. He cursed under his breathe as he saw the huge caption on the screen and the picture on the screen with a reporter rambling endlessly at a side of the screen.

DETECTIVE ELVIS THE HERO AS HE SINGLEHANDEDLY DISARM A BOMB AND ANNIHILATE TWO BOMBERS

He changed the channel and the caption was more elaborate and appealing, all stations are airing the appraisal of the hero. He slammed the cup of wine with him into the wall angrily as he talked furiously into the phone.

“Two bombers?…get me the identity of the second bomber” he said before ending the call furiously.
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Elvis walked into the office, the IG is not yet around so he just wrote a brief report of two bombers, he killed one in combat and the other with his gun, he gave it to Ellie to type and submit it to the IG’s office before heading home.

CHAPTER TWENTY

MSN was still walking furiously when his phone rang, the acrimonious way with which he spoke into the phone proved that it must have been the previous caller; his eyeballs were radiating anger and bitterness as he listened to the caller. He almost smashed his phone into the wall when he was told the identity of second bomber was still unknown.
“Contact our man on the inside and get me the identity of the second caller” he shouted into the phone as he hanged up.

His phone rang again, on identifying the caller, his countenance softened as if he’s trying to hide his anger. He answered the call and spoke with a straight voice devoid of anger.

“Sir……..I’m currently watching it sir……..someone in out camp spoke too much……..i’m sorry sir………our plan is still underway sir………I’ll personally oversee the rest sir……okay sir……..affirmative sir” he almost squeezed his phone to rumbles as he fumed.

A maid entered the room to clean up the mess of the broken cup and wine with a broom and a packer in hand. He walked towards her as she bent to sweep, he raised up the pinafore clothing she has on over her a-s, her panties came into full view, he use a finger to pull the panty aside as he plunged deeply into her with his monstrous d**k, he pounded furiously into her as he ravaged her, venting all his anger into her teenage vag**a. The poor girl could do nothing other than to whimper in pain as she was sexually molested and her feminine core plundered.
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Congratulatory calls and messages have been disturbing and disrupting his sleep, he had tried to get some sleep on him getting home but he hasn’t been able to do so. His parents especially his mother couldn’t help but shout at him on the phone in fright over the dangerous task he just performed warning him about her not ready to lose a child especially her only male, she warned him against such adventure in future; his dad was so proud of him when he managed to wrestle the phone from his mum, he told Elvis how proud he was and how proud he was to have him as a son, he however warned him to be careful; Jane on the other hand was so happy, screeching in joy over the phone of the heroic deed her brother has done, saving lives, she asked Elvis when she’s to come over for a selfie with him for her social networks, she can’t wait to show the selfie off to her friends. Calls from journalists, press officials and blog writers kept pouring in asking him questions about the event, how they got his mobile number eluded him, he is forced to switch his phone off in frustration. He fixed a quick meal, he has no fiancée to help him with his cooking, he ate the meal absent-mindedly before crashing on his bed, off to wonderland.

The vexing ringing of the land phone in his sitting room woke him up, he muttered some blasts under his breathe sat up on the bed, rays of the morning sun blinded him momentarily, he shielded his face with a palm and rubbed the sleep off it with the other palm, he walked drowsily towards the sitting to answer the phone, he almost broke the receiver of the phone in anger while slamming it back into place when he discovered it was some blog writer trying to set up an interview. He headed for his room, knelt down to pray, something he last did in the bygone days, he sure as hell needs prayer.

He prepared a quick breakfast of bread and tea from his dwindling stock, Jane has to come and help him restock his stocks, he thought as he chewed the bread which would have been stale if not for refrigeration, it has even been long he swept and had a general cleaning. He went back to his room to pick his phone and to put on his coat and headed for office.

Whistles and claps greeted him as he stepped into the floor housing ‘work’, congratulatory remarks are flung his way as he walked through the middle of his clapping colleagues and subordinates, he shook hands of guys and hugged the female folks as he smiled in appreciation trying hard not to blush. After the felicitations, he headed for the IG’s office.

“That is my boy, the hero” the IG said with his ringing voice has Elvis stepped into his office, the IG walked round the table round his large table before engulfing him in his bear hug, his pot belly making Elvis’s back from an arc has his upper part is squeezed tightly in the hug.

“I’m no hero sir, I disobeyed you still need to be punished” Elvis said

“Oh yes, you need to be punished” the IG said stroking his Indian moustache “You will be definitely punished for disobeying me, your punishment is that I’m giving you the case, get to the root of this matter”
Elvis doesn’t need to be told, he’s already on the case but he wasn’t officially on the case now he’s officially on the case, he was hoping to work with the other teams on the case, now the case is his own responsibility, he and his team.

He hadn’t even briefed the IG of Honourable Titus’s case, he briefed the IG of his findings and about the money been transferred into MSN”s account, he told the IG he hadn’t discovered the link between the honourable and MSN. The IG listened with rapt attention, his face contorted to show undiluted seriousness.

“Do you have all the evidences linking the honourable to MSN?” the IG asked, to which Elvis nodded in the affirmative.

“It seems it’s enough to warrant his arrest” the IG said conclusively.

Elvis now gave him a detailed statement of the happenings of the previous day, he said he met a two bombers, he managed to kill one in combat and the other with his pistol, he said he later learnt that one of the bomber was an agent of the NBI who he believed had gone dark. He managed to give a detailed report shelving the truth and making it not so incriminating as it is, the IG listened with esteem interest, just like a child listening to moonlight stories. The IG commended his efforts.

“Is there any news from the forensics yet?” the IG asked.

“Not yet sir” Elvis replied.

“You have to go and see them, hasten them up, I need you to get to the root of this quickly” the IG said.

“Sir, I don’t know where there office is” Elvis replied.

“Really?, you must be kidding me, what do you think the 20th floor is used for?” the IG replied.

He had even forgotten the 20th floor existed

“Ok sir”

“Make sure you interview the plumbing company for any information about the two dead bombers” the IG said sipping from a cup of coffee Elvis didn’t notice he was holding.

“Ok sir, I’ll get on that immediately” Elvis replied.

“If you can get to the root of this matter and bring down MSN, you will be the next IG, I’m retiring soon” the IG added.
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Elvis walked out smiling he had managed to get a less defaming version of the statement and the IG believed it hook, line and sinker, he hadn’t seen his team members yet, he had to check on them before going to his office. He saw Ellie walking right past the office before him; she didn’t bump into him which shows she’s still troubled by something. She greeted him coldly to which he replied mildly, he asked if anything was wrong, she replied that all if fine, they agreed to see at the office later before he released her and she walked towards the office.

He checked Dauda and Ben in their cubicle, Ben’s face is still healing, he doesn’t winch in pain again if his face is touched, Dauda looks brighter than he used to be but the glimpse of sorrow can still be sensed behind the smile. Elvis filled them in about the latest information of them been officially given the case, they would have the briefings later.

Timi’s cubicle was empty when Elvis got there; he had almost turned back when he heard someone calling him from behind, it was Timi coming from the restroom. He looks charged up, excited about something, worried too.

“Sir, I’ve been to your office, both you and your secretary aren’t around” Timi said on getting to him.

“I was with the IG” Elvis replied.

“What is wrong with your phone too, I’ve been trying it has been unavailable” Timi said

“These press guys have been on my neck, I’m forced to shut my phone down, you look agitated, what’s wrong?” Elvis asked

“Sir, there’s a problem, I don’t know if it is really a problem but it seems like a problem” Timi said

“What is the problem?” Elvis asked curiously

“Honorable Titus is dead, shot through the head” Timi said.

He had thought things won’t get worse, alas he was wrong……again.