Must Read: Elvis - Season 1 - Episode 7

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Must Read: Elvis - Season 1 - Episode 7

Esiogu walked in briskly, seeing that his subordinates have mounted the chairs in the boardroom, he walked to the head of the table and started arranging the files he brought. The board table is a typical conference room table but shorter than a conference table. It accommodates about 6 chairs on either side and a chair each at the edges, so fourteen in all. Important meetings that boast larger attendances are held in hotels. Esiogu signaled to the attendant standing at the door, the light went off and the projector flickered to life brightening the dark room. A landing pin will be louder than a trumpet, this very moment.

“There are two cases that have been thrown before us, but I’ll have to talk on the most grievous and heart-wrenching one. There is a bomb in Lagos state.” He paused for a few seconds, to make the words sink in. Elvis felt a something kick to life in him, excitement.

“My sources will update me about the current location of the bomb. The proposed bombing site is alleged to be the Tafawa Balewa Square.”

“TBS? Hope it’s not what I’m thinking?” Juliet, the team leader of team B curt in.

“Then we are in the same direction of thoughts” Esiogu continued, “the president is coming for his electoral campaign next two weeks, he’ll be using the TBS” he dropped attracting murmurs from the four team leaders.
Stares of misbelief and shock graced the room, someone bombing the president? who could it be? What a height of utter ‘criminalism’, a disgrace to the security of the nation, an indictment of the high level of security. Whispers flew across the room and heads can be seen turning to each other with malevolent ease.

All heads turned in unison at Esiogu as his phone beeped, their ears stood tall as they listened and grasp as much as they could from the conversation he’s having with the caller, understanding the call is made difficult by the one-sided conversation open to them. They waited in reckless anticipation for the quick disconnection of the call. Relief shone on them as Esiogu dropped the call, clicked his phone’s screen and then dropped the phone. He’s face is stony.

Humans can’t be completely known can they? The lively Esiogu now with a stony expression playing across his face. His fist clenched and his lips tightened, something is not right.
“I’m just been told that the bomb will be detonated on Saturday” he dropped.
Gasps of “Saturday” galloped round the room.

“Why Saturday” Kelvin asked the air.
“If the bomber is targeting the president, why will he detonate it a week before the president’s arrival?” Brian asked again following Kelvin’s footstep.
“Maybe he’s not targeting the president” Elvis asked breaking the silence, 8 eyes stared ‘blinklessly’ at him, “I mean, it’s unreasonable detonating the bomb before the president’s arrival if you are targeting the president, but it’s reasonable if you are not targeting him, just trying to scare him off or something” he said standing up and jesculating all through.

“Scare?” they said in unison, like a sacred word
“I think Elvis’s right on that, you shoot the land before someone to scare a person.”

Esiogu said, talking for the first time, seeing the ignorant look on all their faces, he decided to go on.

“I agreed to Elvis’s thought because of who our suspect is.” He continued pressing the remote of the decoder as pictures of Musa Nwanchukwu Seyi comes to view.

Musa Seyi Nwanchukwu, known as MSN is the leader of the underworld in Nigeria, a feared criminal but knows how to meander his way from justice, police’s evidence are always baseless against him and mostly too shallow to sink him. He had a name each from the three major tribes of Nigeria to prove that he is ‘for all’, only a few knows of his original background, an orphaned child at birth, rejected by all except a beggar who took care of him as his own before the beggar’s death.

MSN has lived in the ‘street’ since then and could walk the whole lagos with his eyes closed, he fought through the hardship and hard his own group of smugglers and drug traffickers at a tender age of 20, his superfluous zeal was on display when he staged the total obliteration of the other groups. Now he’s the definition of monopoly.

Rumors has it that he sponsors some politicians and has their backings, as I said, rumors. But something is not a rumor, he can shoot a fly, and kills with absolute cruelty. He doesn’t beg to be feared.

“MSN flexes his power at will and acts like he owns Lagos; he dislikes the president and has recently openly criticized the decision of the president to go for a second time, to him the president coming to Lagos is utter over-confidence, the president is coming to his lair and he needs to be warned, what else than to blow up his proposed campaign location”.
“What of the lives at stake?” Juliet asked, guess the woman in her did.

“Our job is to save the lives and stop the bomb.” Esiogu countered
Everybody nodded absentmindedly, each frolicking in his own thoughts.

“The other case at hand now is about a politician, who’s believed to have embezzled a large amount of money, we are to get some evidence proofing likewise” Esiogu continued with the screen displaying Omosehinde Titus, a key member of the PPDP political party, he was the vice governor of the last governor, he was once the ambassador of Nigeria to Oman, a former member of the cabinet of minister for an ex-president, he had been a member of the house of representatives of his state for two terms and he’s aspiring for the post of senator in the coming election.

And youths are the leaders of tomorrow.

“Team D will handle the politician’s case, the remaining three teams will work together for the BIG one” Esiogu said with finality.
Elvis shoulder slumped, why his teams of all teams?, now he hates this man.
After spending hours deliberating on the tactical aspect and the know-how of the investigation, they walked out of the rooms to fill their team in about the latest development.
That dream cost him a day, a very bad day.