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There is a bomb in the building, get off there fast.” Ngozi screamed her lungs out but Clement couldn’t hear her.
The more she tried to make him understand her message, the more it turned as if she wasn’t saying anything meaningful at all. All hell was let loose when Clement decided to return into the building so he can join them outside and just then the helicopter came hovering over his head, a few steps overheard, but still at arms length.
“Inspector Clement sir, there is bomb implanted in the building and….”
And just as if he had been waiting for the helicopter or the message relayed to him, he flung himself forward and held unto the base of the chopper which hurtled away as fast as possible from the building.
But, in ten seconds a Jet will cover a certain distance double of what an aeroplane would cover in the space of ten seconds which is double of what a helicopter will cover. A naval officer while describing a chopper described it as a noise generating aircraft. Even if the chopper can’t move as fast the aeroplane or the Jet, it could generate a noise that even if an external speaker was attached to the other two aircrafts, it doesn’t make any difference.
Just when the chopper left the building top and was hurrying to land somewhere outside the compound, the bomb went off, the four storeyed building collapsed, the noise generated as a result of the blast overcame the noise emeanting from the chopper. If it were to be a single blast, the outcome wouldn’t be as bad as this, but a blast in each floor just showed how much desperate these terrorists were.
Clement as a result of the noise lost his balance, his hand slipped from the hanging he held on to, and from quite a distance, he came crashing to the ground like an unactivated missile which was released but ended up landing on the ground like a stone.
“Uh!” Everyone murmmured.
The journalist outside the building has been barred from moving anywhere near the police because their desperation to get stories written on the issue beclouded their reasoning. Regardless of the fact that Ngozi, the only lady in the police team explained to them that there was still an officer inside the building and a bomb threatens to go off in minutes, the journalist still did like it is not important, they still pressed on and Ngozi who was the only officer that gave them listening ears or decided to answer their questions went bersek as she ordered them to move backwards and towards the entry into the forest. But even if they had been embarrassed, the little they were opportuned to cover was enough to make them rich. Not in the history of a country like Nigeria had anybody recorded a live bomblast, how it went of and the build up to it, the commonest thing is just the aftermath of the blast, but in this scenario, about fifteen journalists, both freelance and the contracted ones were able to cover the blast, just the way it went off.
“Clement.” Ngozi had already broken free and was running in particularly no direction, even though she knew Clement dropped to the ground somewhere beside the building.
The other members of the police force were racing after her, even the injured ones felt no pain that moment, all they felt was Clement’s pain. They didn’t care about their own present state, the care about Clement’s survival.
Kelvin finished changing his clothes and crouched to the entrance of the pipe where he could see the police running up and down, he had heard a blast and he knew from where it had come from, but the reason why the police were showing their talents in athletics is best known to them.
He returned into the pipe and faced Mike with his gun pointed at him.
Mike struggled even with the ropes still tied around his body and the tape still draped tightly over his mouth, he was still pleading with his mind even though Kelvin could not hear.
“I’ll kill you, but at the same time I will not. But I will drop you somewhere conspicous where your colleagues would be able to find you.
Kelvin thought about his chances, he knew he is unstoppable, he has always been unstoppable, therefore, if he had single-handedly brought down Khal corp, then this shouldn’t be a difficult task.
He released a quick and silent shot on Mike chest and after three seconds, he dragged him out of the pipe and place him just at the entrance in such a way that only a careful observer would see him.
“You are under arrest.” A familiar female voice said from behind as he made to leave the scene back into the pipe where he would crouch to the other exit that leads to the other side of the forest.
Kelvin considered his chances, if he could just turn back swiftly and take out Ngozi, he would be free. And as if reading his mind, Ngozi released a loud and defeaning shot to his right leg and that was it, his gun fell off and he lost balance.

Activities were burstling around the police headquarters as police officers celebrated their victory over terrorism. The months of struggle is finally over, same with the months of security unrest.
The state governor, the acting president, the minister of Defence, the Director General of every security angencies, well meaning Nigerians had called the Lagos state police command to congratulate them for their success in the last one hour and Ngozi who could well be placed as the only officer who didn’t suffer much injury except a headache which she felt at the end of everything, but in terms of internal injury, she suffered the most, she was the only one who was thrown off a staircase as a result of an electric shock which surge through her body, even though she told no one about it, not even the medical teams. She just didn’t want to visit the hospital and her wish came to fruition. She was presently overseeing the affairs in the headquarter and in the last one hour, she had spoke with people whom she never thought she would see from a distance, not to talk of speaking to them and introducing herself to them. And the part which got her giggling was when she introduced herself to the President.
“Detective Ngozi! I heard about your heroic deeds. I must say congratulations and you are beautiful too.”
And all her life, she had never seen things done this way and even if there is a major even in a country that required congratulating the country as a whole, the president of such country is the ideal recipient of such calls. Even though Ngozi didn’t recieve calls from other world leaders which was what said it all that world leaders will call the president who must have spoken to those involved in the events.
Sylvester walked into the office which shared by about six officers out of which two were dead now.
“Hey.” Ngozi said immediately Sylvester sat on Mike’s table.
“Nothing much, so many calls.” She replied.
Sylvester only smiled in return and started checking books on Mike’s table as if he lost something.
“So, how is Clement?” Ngozi asked since she knew that Sylvester has also been in the hospital with the others.
“He’ll be fine, I think he broke a few bones, but they’ll mend it.” He replied.
The reply was not convincing enough, but she couldn’t press any further.
“Chances of Mike making it?” She asked when she realised that she is on the verge of loosing another colleague.
“Um, well, we don’t know for now. We just hope he makes it.” Sylvester replied.
A minute later, Sylvester was up and was heading to the door.
“Ngozi, I love you.” He said.
Ngozi was not only suprised but scared at the same time. The reason she couldn’t explain.
And before she knew it, he was moving towards her table. Her mouth had ran dry, she couldn’t tall him to back off, she didn’t want to kiss him, she didn’t know the exact thing that was going on.
The next second, he was holding her hands and slowly, he brought down his face on hers and his lips enveloped hers.
After what seemed like hours, she was loosing her breathe and she wanted to push him away when the door opened and Tobiloba stood at the door with an expressionless face.
“Oh my God!” Ngozi exclaimed pushing Sylvester away angrily, as tears welled up in her eyes.
“Mr Sylvester right?” He asked calmly.
“Yes.” Sylvester replied.
“Congratulations on the recent success.” He said shaking hands with Sylvester.
“And if you’ll please excuse us.”
“Sure.” Sylvester replied and walked out.
When he had shut the door, Tobiloba looked at Ngozi from head to toe, as if trying to see something strange.
“Hi.” She greeted.
“Can I sit?” He asked.
“Sure.” She replied.
After a minute of silence, Tobiloba broke the silence.
“You know, I have tried to get accross to Clement after I helped him call the nigerian Navy, and I have been to the hospital, I was denied entry.” He began.
Ngozi was suprised at what he was saying.
“What Nigerian Navy?” She asked.
“He asked me to call them. He explained his predicament to me about being hooled up inside his Dad’s residence with so many security outside. So I had to call the School of aviation where they sent the naval officers the address and they went to rescue him.” He explained.
Ngozi was proud, even the police who handled the gun in fighting terrorism didn’t do as much as the young man before her who pulled strings from his room.
After about thirty minutes of discussion and recounting her ordeals, Tobiloba announce his departure.
Ngozi wanted to apologize about the scene he met when he entered the office thirty five minutes ago.
“Ngozi, I can no longer continue with this relationship of ours.” He announced before walking out.
Three weeks to their wedding?


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