ALL IN A CIRCLE Episode 60 – 64 by dy9ty7

ALL IN A CIRCLE Episode 60 – 64 by dy9ty7

Clement’s phone rang for the upteenth time
without anybody picking up,
his communication device has beeped
severally until it lost connection a
few seconds ago. Road users were busy with
their businesses, driving
along the Dolphin axis with no one paying
attention to a man who head
was rested on the steering wheel and the car
parked beside the road with
bullet scratches all over the body of the car.
Two lastma officials
arrived at the scene and they knocked on the
widow of the car, they got
no response and this prompted them to open
the car door and ready to
drag out the driver who had the guts to park
his car in an area marked
with the sign NP(No parking)
“Mr man, come down here. If you have
problems with your wife, the
best you can do is to settle with he at home
and not by parking your car
inappropriately on the road. Come one drag
him out.” The superior
officer said.
“Oga. Come and see something.” The junior
officer who made to drag
Clement’s body out of the car said.
“What is it?” His boss asked as he walked to
the passenger side and
opened the door.
“Blood of Jesus!” He exclaimed.
“He is is still breathing oga.” The junior officer
said.
“Good, find a way of helping him into the
backseat. We’ll take him
to the hospital.”
The two officers succesfully dragged Clement
and made him lie on the
backseat while the Junior officer took to the
wheel, his superior sat on
the passenger saet, keeping a watchful eye on
Clement.
“His face is familliar.” The junior officer said
as he accelerated
the car ignoring the traffic light.
“Everyone’s face is familliar to you. You better
concentrate on the
car you are driving.” His boss replied.
“I think he is a policeman.” The man behind
the wheel said opening
the car safe where Clement’s police badge
was.
“I told you.”
“This is a big catch for us man. The state
government will commend
us and hopefully we’ll be promoted.” His
superior said admiring the
badge.
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Sergeant Smith and his boys were trailing the
van at a relative slow
speed and the driver of the van was not
vigilant enough to notice that
they are being followed. This time they had
left the suburb and are on
their way towards the Idi-iroko boarder.
“I knew it, these guys all work for Abdul
Maleek.” One of the
policemen said.
“How did you know?” Smith asked him.
“Sir, this was exactly where we had combat
with the Khal corp
members when we came to rescuse Late
Okoro.” The policeman, a corporal
replied.
“I think we should do the needful. Hey, you
overtake them.” Smith
commanded the driver of the bus who
increased his speed in a bid to
overtake the van.
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“Guy, do you know that we are being
followed?” The driver of the
van asked his partner looking through the rear
mirror.
“You don’t mean it?” His partner asked.
He removed his head through the window and
turned to look back but he
couldn’t see a thing as his head got blown off
with a bullet.
The driver quickly brought the car to a halt as
a result of the shock.
He was surrounded within seconds by men of
the Nigerian police force.
“You are under arrest.” Smith said.
Just then the backdoor of the van opened and
Agent Sylvester jumped
down.
Every policeman on ground stood at attention
and saluted him.
“Get him into the car. He’ll drive us into their
base.” Sylvester
ordered Smith who obeyed at once.
The driver was pushed behind the wheel after
they had succeeded in
pulling his partner onto the ground.
All the policemen all got into the van after
giving orders to the driver. He is to drive them
into the Khal corp and they(the policemen)
take it from there.

Episode 61

The van drove into the Khal corp headquarters
with about ten policemen
lying in the second compartment of the van.
The first compartment(the
driver’s seat) was demacated with an iron
sheet with a little opening
which allows fresh air.
“Salam aleikun.” Someone greeted the driver in
arabic.
“Its me Deric.” The driver replied.
The two men conversed in English.
“Did you get to meet Ayo?” The man asked.
“No, but he sent his greetings.” The driver
replied.
“Ok good. Maleek is waiting for you.” The man
at the gate said.
The driver ignited the car and drove deeper
into the compound. A few
seconds later, he opened the car door and
made to get out.
“Where do you think you are going?” Sylvester
asked through the
openig between the two compartment.
“The boss wants to see me.” He replied.
“Whatever. Which is the safest way here?”
Sylvester asked further.
“I don’t know. I am employed as a driver and
all I do is drive in
and drive out. I don’t move around.” He
replied angrily.
“You are raising your voice man. Keep it low.”
Sylvester
cautioned.
“Am not keeping my voice down. I’ll alert
everyone in this
compound that the cops are here. I agreed to
drive you guys down here
because I know if I refuse, you’ll kill me and I
value my life very
much. And do you think if I walk in there I
won’t raise and alarm?” The
driver asked.
“You know what? I’ll get you killed now.”
Sylvester said as he
stabbed the driver with a kitchen knife through
the opening of the
demarcation.
“Smith ,you come with me. We’ll do a quick
survey of this
compound. Then we get back to you guys for
action.” Sylvester said
opening the back door and jumping out of the
van, Smith followed suit
and they both walked into the garage where
tens of cars were parked and
about five vans were parked.
“Hey guys, you all come out in twos and
threes, get into the vans
in the garrage and await the next command.”
Sylvester said through the
communication device.
The two men proceeded towards a door that
stood at the north of the
garrage just when a redlight shone brightly on
the two men. Then the
alarm started blaring loudly.
“We’ve been discovered. We can’t face these
men. Lets get out of
here as fast as we could.
Sylvester and Smith ran outside the garage
and Smith quickly hopped
behind the wheel of the car and Sylvester
beside him.
Smith who sat uncomfortably on the dead
body of the driver who brought
them powered the car and in one swift
moment he made a U-turn and was
directly facing the front gate. Sylvester from
his seat was shooting the
gunmen manning the gate. And from his
knowledge of targetting, he was
able to drop the three men who stood before
the gate, while Smith sped
towards the gate and slammed the van on the
gate.
Forcefully, the gate gave way and the van flew
outside the compound in
full speed. Sylvester looked at Smith in a bid
to commend him but was
suprised to see blood all over the steering
wheel. The force with which
the car hit the gate and coupled with the fact
that he wasn’t sitting
comfortably made him hit his head on the
steering wheel.
“Smith, can you hear me?” Sylvester asked.
He realised the car was heading toward a
nearby oak tree and he can’t
afford to let that happen. In three quick pull
ups, he brought the car
to a halt with the help of the hand brake.
“Come on guys, lets get out of here. Smith is
unlikely to make it
out of here alive.” Sylvester said opening the
door and he ran deeper
into the bush, his boys followed suit and the
terrorist gave them a hot
chase. Even though he had no idea of where
the bush path will lead him
but he knew it has to lead to somewhere safe,
because running through
the untarred road which connects the hideout
with the main road is
dangerous. He knew running through the road
in which they had come is a
death sentence because of an ambush that lay
ahead and the basecamp that
provide first hand cover to the building. He
knew there can’t be
anything of such in a forest as thick as this
but he won’t loose his
guard. He was running with all his might, then
he glanced back to see
his his men are still behind him. They had
drastically reduced to four.
If only he would get out of this alive, he’ll
resign and pursue a career
in music.

Episode 62

Rachel was in the kitchen assisting the
Patrick’s housemaid.
“Get me the bottle of dry pepper.” Rachel said
to the old lady.
The lady in her mid forties opened a shelf
hung on the wall and brought
out a bottle of dried red pepper.
“Here ma.” The lady, Onome replied.
“Stop calling me ma. Aunty Onome. I am your
kid sister.” Rachel
corrected.
“I know you are my kid sister. Even our last
born is older than you
but circumstances can make one bow for one’s
son.” Onome replied.
Rachel added a little pepper to the egg she
was frying then turned to
face Onome.
“Circumstances like? please tell me more.”
Rachel said pleadingly.
Even though she is in her father-in-law’s
residence on a visiting
purpose. She enjoyed chatting with Onome
anytime she came visiting and
Onome on the other hand is always looking
forward to her visit. Rachel
got to know more about Onome after she got
married to Clement. The newly
wedded couple spent a week at Cheif Obi
Patrick’s residence before they
moved into their own apartment which at the
time of the wedding was
still under construction, interior fitting to be
precise.
“Look at you now, you are married to Clement,
Chief Pat son. a rich
and caring husband.” Onome began.
“How sure are you that he is caring?” Rachel
asked.
Onome smiled.
“I have been working with the Patricks for over
a decade now and I
know a lot about each and every member of
the family. Chief is a no
nonsense man, he hates negligence and
doesn’t tolerate sluggishness.
Kelvin is that mean looking guy who will
respond to your greeting once
in a month. Clement is that man who’ll walk
into the kitchen early in
the morning to say hello to me, a mere cook.”
Onome explained.
Rachel smiled happily. She is truly lucky to
have this man.
“I am a cook here and I amount to nothing. I
am only placed on the
high when they(the patrick) are hungry.
Anything aside that, no one
cares.” Onome continued.
Rachel decided to keep quiet and listen to
Onome so that she won’t
judge her inlaws too quickly.
“You are happily married, you hausband cares
for you, you live in
affluence, confortability is the order of the day.
You have a car,
you’ll soon put to bed by the special grace of
God. Everything seems to
be working for you and God seems to be on
your side.” Onome said and
swallowed hard.
Rachel decided to check what she put on fire
and she turned the egg
being fried.
“I am married too but lost my husband just
three months after our
marriage. I was pregnant when he died and I
delivered a set of twin, a
boy and a girl. What am trying to say is, your
father-in-law pays my
salary and you are his daughter-in-law and
also his daughter.
Authomatically you are my employee.” Onome
said conclusively.
Rachel kept quiet, looking at the old lady
before her with pity. As
hot tears rolled down Onome’s cheeks.
“You have every reason to be thankful to God,
at least you are alive
and when there is life, there is hope. Your
children are your hope.
Where are they now?” Rachel asked.
“The two of them are with my mother in our
hometown. They are in
secondary school now, ss2 to be precise.”
Onome replied.
“They are the reason why you should always
thank God….”
Just then Chief Obi Patrick walked into the
living room.
“Anybody home?” The old man asked as he
sat down on the nearest sofa.
Onome quickly ran out of the kitchen to
welcome her boss.
“Welcome sir.” Onome greeted kneeling down
from a distance.
“Hello.” Chief Patrick replied with indifference.
“Take this suitcase into my study.” He said
handling a suitcase to her. she took it and
made to walk out of the living room.
Just then a heavilly pregnant Rachel walked
into the living room.
“Welcome daddy.” She greeted kneeling down
too but her knees were not touching the
ground because of her condition.
“Hey, sweetheart. Come right here.” Chief
Patrick said opening his arms for a hug.
Rachel walked towards his and hugged him on
the seat.
“I learnt you had a shock last night. Hope you
are good now?”
“Yes. Am much better.”
Chief Patrick smiled happily. There is this
special affection he has for her, the reason to
which he couldn’t fathom. Maybe because he
has no daughter. Or so he thought.
“Hey, you come back here.” He said beckoning
to Onome.
Onome descended the stairs and walked
towards her long term employer.
“Give the suitcase to her. Let her take it to my
study. Its been a while we talked about
politics.”
Onome handed the suitcase to Rachel who
took it and walked towards the flight of stairs.
Just then Chief Obi patrick’s phone rang.
“Hello.” He said on picking the call.
“Yes, I am his father. Any problem?”
“What!?” He exclaimed.

Episode 63

He has been running for twenty minutes and
his pursuers don’t look like giving up yet. They
kept multiplying as he covered more
distances.
This time, he had left the forest and was now
runnig on an untarred road. A road which
seemed to have been abandoned. Even though
it had beach sand, there was no footpath of
traces of a vehicle passing through the road.
Where the road leads to, he didn’t know. It not
as if he was taking note of his surroundings,
he was deep in the spirit of running and he
was just imagining things. Just when he was
about giving up, he was a group of uniformed
me at different angles ahead. He knew they
are his God sent messiah.
He ran into their midst and his pursuers left it
rather too late as
they followed him, just when they wanted to
escape, the uniformed men started firing
Sylvester’s pursuers while Sylvester kept on
shouting.
“I am a policeman, they are terrorists.”
There was an open gun fire between the two
sides and one of the uniformed men took
Sylvester away from the scene.
The gun battle continued for minutes as more
gun men kept emerging from where Sylvester
had come and the uniformed men in their little
number did justice to them like they had been
waiting for them all day.
Five minutes later, the gun battle had died
down and the uniformed men were checking
the casualties of the battle. One uniformed
man was killed while about eleven terrorists
were killed.
“Get me that man who called himself a
policeman.” The leader of the uniformed men
said.
Sylvester was fetched from his hiding place.
And looking at the badges on one of the men’s
uniform. He saw boldly written ‘NIGERIA
CUSTOM
SERVICE.’
“Thank Jah, I am in safe hands.” He thought
as he was brought before the leader of the
patrol team.
The two men conversed for a few minutes, and
Sylvester explained how
everything went down.
“Are you sure, the rest of your team are
dead?” The custom leader asked.
“I am not so sure. But during the course of my
running, I
discovered that either one by one or at the
same time, they had
disappeared. Then I came to the conclusion
that they had been killed.” Sylvester replied.
“Alright. But the problem now is that, you’ll be
here with us till
the next patrol arrives, then you can be
transported back into town.”
The patrol leader said.
“No problem.” Sylvester replied.
Sylvester spent two hours with the custom
officials, during whcih he saw the beauty of
the job. How they seized good being
transported into Nigeria illegally. Even though,
they(the custom officers) have been regarded
as one of the most corrupt agencies in Nigeria
after the police force and the phcn. He knew
the allegation were all lies in a bid to
let the government scrap off the custom
service. So many goods were siezed,
contrabands such as indian hemp and other
materials that are harzadous to health. Even
legal product were siezed, simply because
they were being imported illegally.
The action that stole the show was when a
convoy of cars, numbering up to fifteen drove
into the country. The speed at which the cars
moved could make an hypertensive patient
suffer in shock. A custome vehicle was hot on
their chase and immediately the vehicles drive
into Nigeria, the occupants of the car began to
shoot sporadically at the custom
officials manning the boarder into Nigeria
from Cotonou, Republic of
Benin.
The only thing that amazed Sylvester was that
despite the sporadic shooting, none of the
custom officers was hit. Immediately the
shooting stopped, the custom officers filed
into their vehicle and leaving two
men behind, they drove in the direction which
the smugglers went.
Therefore, making it, two custom teams agains
fifteen cars.
Sylvester stood behind with the two officers
and he was praying
within him that no other smuggling team
should come passing by or else, they’ll be
killed with ease.

Episode 64.

Chief Obi Patrick dropped the call and thought
for a few seconds. Then
he picked his second phone and dialled a
number.
“Hey, Kelvin, where are you?” Chief Obi asked
his son.
He kept quiet listening to his son.
“Fine, I want you to drive down to LUTH.” He
informed his son.
“Don’t ask me why son. Your brother is on
admission there and its
very critical.” Chief Patrick said and hung up.
He made to stand up then realised that Onome
was still standing before
him.
“Yes? Who called you? Get out of my sight
before I pounce on you.”
He yelled at the woman who at once hurriedly
walked out of the living
room.
Chief Obi clenched his fist in anger.
“Onome.” He bellowed.
“Sir.” She answered as she ran into the living
room.
“I guess you heard my conversation a few
seconds ago. My son,
Clement was shot. You have to do me a
favour. Will you?” Chief Patrick
asked.
“I will sir.”
“Make sure you stay with his wife. Engage her
in conversations.
Make her laugh and should in case she ask
after me. Tell her I went to
the state house. Will you do it for me?”
“I will sir.” Onome replied.
“Good.”
Chief Patrick picked his two phones and made
for the door.
“One of you should get the car keys, am going
out.” He said to one
of his bodyguards immediately he stepped
outside.
Onome walked out of the living room into the
kitchen and kept away the
just prepared food. Then she began to wash
the dishes.
Five minutes into the chore, Rachel is not yet
back, she decided to go
and check on her in Chief Patrick’s study.
She walked upstairs and took the left turn into
the hallway before she
pushed the door at the far end of the hallway
open.
She saw Rachel seated and going through
some books.
“Here you are.” Onome said as she peeped into
the room.
“Have you been looking for me?” Rachel
asked.
“No, am just suprised that you are not yet
back.” Onome replied.
“Don’t mind me. I saw something which
caught my attention here.”
Rachel replied flashing a textbook to her.
Rachel replied flashing a textbook to her.
“Politics and governance by Winston
Churchill.” Onome read the title
aloud. “I can see you so much loved politics.
You can make a career out
of it.” Onome advised.
“Come in.” Rachel urged.
“Don’t worry. I am not allowed to spend two
minutes in here. I have
to go now, moreso, I am busy in the kitchen.”
Onome protested.
“I asked you to come in. Don’t worry I’ll assist
you when we are
through here.”
Onome gave up on the protest as she shut the
door behind her and sat
down on one of the couches in the big library.
“What will you like to have?” Rachel asked
pointing to the small
bar that stood on the west in the library.
“Am not allowed to drink wines in this house.
Only fruit juice.”
Onome replied.
“What is your favourite drink?” She asked.
“I love blue cocktail. I drank the leftover once
and I won’t mind
drinking it again.” Onome said shyly.
Rachel stood up and walked to the shelve
where the drinks were arranged
in order of importance and cost. She picked a
bottle of blue cocktail
and two glass cups. She filled the two glasses
and handed one to Onome
while she took the second one.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Kelvin was oblivious of his environment as he
sped along the busy road
while helping himself with a bottle of coke and
his car stereo blaring. Just when he started
moving his head to the rythm of the song, the
realisation hit him.
“But why will this old man want to kill me? He
wants me to drive down to LUTH when several
people are after my life.” He thought.
He was angry as he angrily hit the music
player and switched it off bringing total
silence within his car. Even though the coke
was not working, he knew he needed
something to cool his nerves, maybe he’ll by a
hot drink in the supermarket ahead.
Driving down to LUTH was not his problem,
but driving out of LUTH alive was the
problem. He knew he was being watched and
they lay ambush for him by the time he wants
to drive out of the hospital. He thought about
boycotting the order and drive home instead
or a nearby bar to cool his nerves. He chosed
the former because his brother has done a lot
for him and this is the second favour he’ll be
doing today in many months.
He swerved the car off the road and drove
towards the Lagos University Teaching
Hospital.
–to be continued–
The next set of updates will involve some
twists and turns. Kelvin is being watched and
now, he has finally brought himself to the
open. Rachel is about uncovering Chief Obi
Patrick’s dirtiest secret, thereby putting her life
and that of her baby in danger. No one is
there to help her, Clement is unstable and
needs to spend a few days in the hospital.
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