Must Read: Elvis - Season 1 - Episode 22

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Must Read: Elvis - Season 1 - Episode 22

MSN camp
Musa Nwanchukwu Seyi commonly known as MSN is a man in his early forties, forth-three precisely. He had been at the apex of Nigeria’s crime underworld, top level crimes, smuggling, trafficking and drug dealings. As earlier said, he obliterated and sabotaged the business of his rivals and competitors, making him become the top power in Nigeria’s underworld. He has also broaden the scope of his business into political issues, he indulges in dirty crimes like assassination of high-ranked officials, sabotaging of meetings and conferences and smuggling of wanted corrupt politicians in and out of the country.
Single-handedly he can’t handle the large reach of his business world, he therefore delegate his duties among his subordinates, his trusted dependents. He only attends to very confidential duties that need to be overseen specially. His most trusted underling is a meek devil named stringer. His real name is unknown except to him only, he seldom talks but more cunning than the devil. He pulls strings and plan actions, he must have been the brain behind the unsuccessful attack on the Late Honourable Titus. He had been under the tutelage of MSN for more than ten years after MSN found him in the slum of Ajegunle. He just swindled a bank officer then and he successfully planned a bank robbery before MSN recruited him. His level of technicality and humane way of handling issues make him simply rise above his colleagues to the second in command position after MSN.


The immediate subordinate of Stringer is Ogunlusi Kolade. His name had become more of hearsay because he had ceased answering to the name ever since he was a kid; he had coined a new name for himself with which he prefer been called- Erinyes. He loved the name due to the monstrous tinge to it but the name was a pure irony of his identity. He was an orphan raised in an orphanage but he broke out into the street of Iwo road where he was living on the street before he was recruited by MSN. He had been with MSN for long longer than Stringer, right from the start of MSN illustrious career. Stringer came and rose higher than him hence the no love lost between the two. He scar run along his face, a souvenir of a knife fight with another kid over a plate of food while he was under the bridge. He always thought Stringer was a deceptive human who wasn’t what he proves he is, but with the close proximity of Stringer with MSN, there’s nothing he could do other than to watch from a distance in fury. The two of them avoid each other like a plague; or rather Erinyes avoid Stringer like a plague. He is a monster in human form, his venomous fury and quick to anger temperament makes him very dangerous. He believes that the total wiping out of the enemy makes it impossible for the enemy to fight back, so he kills with absolute abandon and with little reprieve.


MSN made Stringer his second in command just because Stringer sees things in a different perspective, he thinks differently unlike himself and Erinyes and he’s cool-headed nature and slyness charmed him into making him his right hand man.

The intrusion of Elvis into his plan had make thread more carefully, Elvis would have successfully foiled a key part of the boss’s plan if he hadn’t thought of a fast response; the boss’s plan would have gone down the drain. Elvis is becoming more troublesome and a pain in the neck, his first plan with the audio is not strong enough to deter him but he’s sure it’ll slow him down. The audio doesn’t hold enough evidence to defame a man of the people, but he hopes he buys it and hold enough long enough, it’s almost over. The grand plan will soon come into play; the prey will work right into his snare.

He had sent Stringer to seal a deal with a group of terrorist from Niger, he would have been there personally but he knows he had ward off Elvis, he won’t be troubling him for the time being.
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The location of the first warehouse isn’t difficult to find, it was a huge warehouse, it was used by the British to store tar in the 50s before the awakening of the Nigerian’s resurgence.

It has been under lock and key since then due to the lack of continuity by the government. Just like infrastructures built by the British, the warehouse still stands elegantly, if refurbished, it can be put with good use without the fear of sudden founder.

It has a large fence surrounding it, the fence doesn’t go all way round, the other areas where fenced by wire netting. Elvis packed his car at a distance a bit far from the warehouse to avoid detection; he parked it a bit into the bush too. He was glad his car is black; it blended right into the gathering darkness of the newly born night. He waited a bit for the night to get a bit darker before proceeding to probe the warehouse and its environs.

He must have slept off; he woke up to the sound of cars approaching his cars. The route leading to the warehouse was difficult to detect from the main road, so the chances of innocent civilians plying the route is less than nil. The cars are jeeps which must have been travelling from a long distance due to the amount of dust on them; the dust on the jeeps is enough to build a large auditorium. The jeeps sped past his car which has been shielded by the bush in which he had parked; the jeeps are accustomed to rugged terrain due to the ease with which they rumbled over the rough eroded clayey road. They got to the warehouse and turned into it. Elvis raised his head which he had bent during the passage of the jeeps to avoid been spotted. He waited for some minutes before approaching the warehouse.

He got to the warehouse, unsurprisingly the gate was locked, he walked round the huge fence till he gets to the wire netting that was used to fence the place the concrete fence didn’t get to. He walked along it looking for an opening through which he can gain entrance, he had almost given up hope before he found an opening at the far end, large enough to allow his passage without been scathed. He bent low and gained the entrance he had so much wanted.

He entered into the poorly lit compound of the warehouse; the scent of tar could be faintly picked by a crisp sense of smell. He walked on his toes as silently as he could afford towards the warehouse. He nudged into the wall softly with his back on getting to the warehouse. With his back still on the wall, he walked gingerly along the back of the warehouse, at the acuate bend of the side; he peeked to check if there’s any movement before advancing, his heart already in his mouth.

He walked along the side of the warehouse, he passed a few windows but they aren’t giving a good enough view of what’s going on the inside. He could see the four jeeps that drove past him some moments ago parked at the front of the warehouse; its occupants must be inside the warehouse.

He heard footsteps approaching him from the front and the beam from a torch lighting the floor haphazardly. He was lucky he was standing beside a window; he crept over the iron railings and landed inside the warehouse softly and quickly hid himself behind the wall. The footsteps grew into two guards armed with AK 47 rifles; they walked past the window obviously carrying out a vicinity check. He was brought out of his oneirism by the sound of movements in the warehouse; the sound was coming from a contiguous location. He quickly hid himself between two large tanks and glued himself to one of the tanks body has a guard walked briskly past him. He touched the tank in an attempt to push himself away; his hands have been heavily smeared by tar. He groaned in disgust.

He crept quickly and cautiously along the tanks which was used to house oil till he found a location where he could have a clear view of the proceedings. Before him are about twenty armed men standing loosely around the clear area in the warehouse. The armed men walked around the clear area noiselessly speaking only in whispers. Elvis chastised himself internally for the rash decision of walking into his death he took, he was sure he need some help from a spy or no spy, from his team as a whole.

In the middle of the clear area were a table and two chairs just like a meeting is taking place. On the chairs standing at opposite sides of the table were Stringer and another man. They are obviously talking on closing a deal with the hushness and precise pattern with which they speak. The deal must have a large discreet value with the quiet way the bargain is been negotiated. After sometime the two men laughed hysterically and loudly, a sign of a good enough deal for both ends.
The stacks of boxes Elvis had noticed at the Emeralds are piled up at a section of the warehouse. Stringer poured a drink into the glasses provided by the standing guards for himself and his guest; he rose up and walked towards the stacks of boxes. One of the boxes is lowered by a guard and the contents are examined by the guest. He seemed satisfied with the quick examination with the way he was nodding his grotesque head.
“Look who I found” A guard shouted dragging Ben after him “Found him lurking against the wall of the side of the warehouse” before dumping Ben rashly on the floor.

“This is the guy that feigned been an electrician to break into the Emeralds last week, his friend hit me with a rod on my head” a guard said walking towards Ben before dealing Ben a good and hard blow on his face with Ben groaning in pain.

Stringer beckoned to one of the guards after a while of internal delibration, he mummbled some incoherent words into the guards ear, the guard nodded in understanding before walking hurriedly away.
Elvis heart sank when he saw Ben, what the f**k is Ben doing here?, why did he come?, he just get himself caught, now he had to get Ben out again.

His thoughts was brought to an abrupt end when he felt something round and cold on his neck, he froze when he remembered that gun’s nozzles are cold and round.
“Stand up gently and turn around” he heard, he complied like a dummy.
His frozen state went offline and his heard went numb when he faced his accoster, he sure has hell knows the face, the face with the evil and devilish smirk glaring back at him, the face that brought tears to someone he cares about’s eyes.

Lo and behold, its Ellie’s boyfriend.