Must Read: Elvis - Season 1 - Episode 16

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Must Read: Elvis - Season 1 - Episode 16

Elvis sat down deeply lost in thought, he had hoped to solve the case of the greedy pot-bellied politician with ease or if it’s going to be difficult, he had hoped it won’t lead to something bigger. He had hoped for a straight forward case, something easy but now it’s linked to the most dreaded criminal in Nigeria, one who killed his competitors to monopolize the crime world of Nigeria. A young man feared by all.



He asked Timi to draw up all the information the department has on MSN and compile everything; he’ll go through them tomorrow. He remembered he won’t be able to go through them tomorrow because of the TBS bombing the department is looking to prevent tomorrow. That’ll have to be next week.
He dispersed Timi and Dauda for the day, they sure need some rest for tomorrow; he hadn’t even briefed them on their task tomorrow, that’ll have to wait till tomorrow morning, right now he needed a long rest and they sure need it too. Timi and Dauda nodded in agreement.
“What’s going on here” Ben hollered walking towards them. His face still a bit contorted; signs of a good thumping but he looks fine.


“Ben, you’ve been discharged so soon?” Timi asked excited
“You haven’t spent a day”
“Told you I hate hospitals, I’ll do just fine without them, the doctor had to let me go when I kept on disturbing the whole ward” Ben said laughing
“Welcome back bro” Elvis said hugging him
“You still look like a gnome” Dauda said hugging him in turn.
Timi patted his face with Ben winching a bit in pain,
“I see, you do just fine” Timi said before hugging him.


Elvis was very happy to see Ben healthy again.

People say trouble strengthen bonds, Ben’s mauling strengthened his. A touch of happiness that eased the tension of a tiring day. He told them to meet early tomorrow morning at a particular location close to the TBS, Timi will get the van and the equipment; he’ll give them a quick debrief then.

“Welcome back bro” Elvis said patting Ben again, evidently happy with his radiating smile.
He took a last look around his team, affection and trust glaring back at him from the eyeballs glaring back at him; smiles of understanding and unionism reached back at him, Timi’s eyes glaring in excitement, Dauda’s face has that straight look; gained from years of experience; behind that face, total trust is all Elvis felt, Ben with his bumper body has that wry look on his face, worsened by the dilapidated state off his face. Now they are a team.
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Elvis got home, took off his clothes and walked towards the bathroom for a shower. He looked at the frame glaring back at him, he looks leaner and stressed out, the scar that ran across is chest now looks bolder, his six packs are becoming less seeable; thanks to his less visit to the gym; his face now looks paler, and the ‘pits’ at opposite end of his neck are now getting deeper; he hadn’t been eating much; all in the space of a week.

He made some sandwiches of bread and jam, took a jar of milk before heading towards his bedroom. It has been long he called his family, he’ll do that tomorrow after catching the bomber tomorrow-hopefully, he thought as his eyes obeyed nature and he drifted to wonderland.
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SATURDAY 08:00 AM

He had briefed his team about the situation at hand, emphasizing on the gravity and magnitude of the case; a lot of life is at stake. They must be at alert and pay utmost attention to any unusual observation. Elvis will stay on one of the floors, where he can oversee the whole square, Timi will stay in the van, giving backup and easy getaway if need be, Ben and Dauda are to mingle with the crowd observing the surroundings. The other teams have taken position in their pre-planned location too.
“Team, get to your position” the ringing voice of the IG blared through the walkie-talkie. Elvis nodded and they dispersed after wishing each other luck.


The TBS is an iconic square built in memory of the great Tafawa Balewa, the square is very large used for hosting large events, large scale evangelism, campaigns, and other programs. The square has a large podium at one end from which speakers stay to address the audience, the podium is very large, large enough to accommodate up to 100 people at once, the other end is littered with shops over which rents are collected for the upkeep of the grass overlaying the ground of the square. The square is large enough to accommodate 10,000 people at once.
The surrounding of the TBS is just getting filled up, the shops built around the square are just opening up, some displaying their wares outside their shops, detachable shops are also been constructed around the square with traders hurrying to display their wares to the passer-bys. Shouts of traders advertising their goods rent their air, shouts of conductors shouting different bus-stops in the route they are plying, hailing of touts and “street lords’ spiced the air as they acclaim praises and rendition to one another, shouts of angry passer-bys who had just been stepped on or one who just discovered his missing accessory added to the chaos, all coalescing to create a messy atmosphere.
Time flew by, seconds into minutes, minutes into hours, nothing unusual is noticed, the teams are getting weary, maybe it is a hoax after all, the information might be false. Sirens could be heard afar off announcing the passing of an influential person. The blaring of the siren gets closer and closer; suddenly the progress of the blaring stopped and blared from a specific distance, louder than the rowdy atmosphere, near the entrance of the square. Up ahead, an empty tanker just tumbled across the road, bringing the passage of automobiles to a halt.
The car with the siren is a black rangerover jeep, leading the procession of five cars, another similar jeep is at the end of the procession also with a siren. After some time the cars filed into the spacious end of the TBS, close to the podium, armed men chased away the few people hanging around the area, some of the armed men stood guard around the vehicles, while some of the armed men ran out to check what is delaying traffic.
“Who the heck is that?” The IG asked over the talkie
“That’s Honorable Titus sir” someone replied
“Honorable Titus? What is he doing here?” he asked again
“Seems he’s waiting for the traffic to ease up, before moving on, he’s having a meeting with the ex-governor” Timi replied
“How do you know he’s having a meeting?” the IG asked
“Did some findings sir” Timi replied uncomfortably. Seems the IG sensed it, he didn’t push it..


A group of plumbers dressed in yellow overalls walked towards the podium, they were accosted by the armed men but later let go.

They walked towards podium and disappeared underneath it.
“Why can’t someone tell me that podium has an underground?” The IG screamed into his walkie-talkie.

No one replied, he heaved in exasperation, one can notice he’s furious at his end..
Elvis was not perturbed by what the IG is blazing over; his interest is in the group of plumbers that just disappeared under the podium, there’s something unusual about one of them, he sensed it, one of them had looked back and he had caught a glimpse of his face through the pair of binoculars with him. He knows that face, where did he know that face.

His eyes widened when he remembered the questioning pair of eyes that had looked at him when he was spying on Emeralds a few days ago.


The kiosk owner.