Sani was under pressure from the state government to arrest the guy with the sniper but he didn’t even have any clue as to where to find him. Just some few minutes back, the governor called him and was threatening to involve the nigerian army if NATU fails to do their job.

This is one of the most tasking mission NATU is embarking on and the state government might decide to scrap them if there were not efficient.

All this and many more problems on his neck made him to regret why he left his Job in the sss just to become the director of NATU.

If things go wrong and they don’t find a way to change the status quo of events, then they might as well start learning trade because the government would not hesitate to scrap them and they will become jobless just like their colleagues in the other states.

He thought about the mouths he was supposed to feed, how on earth would he cater for his family when he gets sack? Perhaps all this wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t listened to jimmy’s opinion.

But jimmy had been his trusted man in the corperation. If there are any two people sani trusts in his corperation then it has to be Jimmy and agent Musa.

He quickly called Jimmy.

“Jimmy Nwachukwu” Jimmy replied as soon as he picked the call.

“are you guys making headways?” sani asked
“I think you might want to see this” Jimmy replied.

Sani dropped the phone and smiled. This is one of the reasons he liked Jimmy, he is very efficient.

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A well dressed man on suit walked into the prison Yard. He was looking corperate as if he was going for a business meeting. He was holding a black leather.

“Good afternoon officer” he greeted the warder on duty.

“Ehm.. Good afternoon, wetin i fit do for you?

“Ehm.. Officer i want…” he was saying something when his phone rang.

“Hello. he picked the call.

What!!! My daughter got an accident? I will be there right away” he said and ended the call.

“Ehm, officer no vex, them just call me say my daughter get accident, i been wan see my friend but i no go fit see am again, just help me give am this food, him name na Olundare jacobs, na yesterday them transfer am come here” he handed the officer the leather.

“Tell am say na Dr. Amos bring am” he said.

“Oga, no be police station we they, na prison.

We no dey collect food here, we the feed them” The warder informed him.

“Ah officer, na my friend o, and na him call me say make i bring food for am” The man said.

“Oya taste the food” the warder commanded.

“Oga na there small wahala dey. I get ulcer and pepper dey that food. My doctor say make i no eat pepper” he informed the warder and handed him some naira notes.

“just use this one buy pure water” he said.

The warder collected the money with smiles on his face.

“wetin be your friend name again?” he asked.

“Na Olundare jacobs” the man replied, stood up and left. When he got outside, he brought out his phone and dialed a number.

“mission accomplished” he said and ended the call.

The warder took the food to Jacobs.

“Olundare Jacobs” he called out. Jacobs bolted up immediately and went to the man.

“Dr. Amos say make i give you this food” he informed him.

Jacobs gracefully took the food and went to his corner to sit. Attah was snoring as he was fast asleep. Jacobs opened the food and saw the lap of an unlucky chicken sitting comfortably on a fried rice which looked very palatable. He swallowed saliva.

“This is going to be a wonderful meal” he thought.

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Dr. Amos almost spoilt his car horn as if that would make the cars in front of him disappear.

Sometimes he wished he lived in a less busy town.

He was sweating profusely and he didn’t even care, all he cared about was to prepare the antidote for his patient. He had spent close to thirty minutes in the hold up and he hasn’t even moved his car. An idea popped to his head. He picked up his phone and called his mechanic. In 20minutes time the mechanic was there. He handed over the key to his car to the mechanic and quickly crossed to the other lane where the hold up wasn’t as much as the one he parked his car. His plan was to follow one of his shortcut and when he gets to a clear road, he would stop a public transport vehicle. He looked at his Benzodiazepine which he rapped in a black leather and smiled.

He was about going when a bike came from behind and snatched the leather from his hand.